(dances) Early!! Early!! Early!!! Guess what?! This chapter is EARLY!!!!!! But that's only because this pesky little bug was biting up my ass to completely and utterly change chapter 8. So, I've spent the past four nights rewriting from midnight to one (only to get up at six) because that's the only time I have. So, Enjoy Seven as I work on the next bit because those damnable bugs aren't done with my butt yet.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Goddess J.K.Rowling who will hopefully soon bestow us with Book Six. Freesia op.2 doesn't belong to me either. It belongs to my beloved Gackt-san. Yellow Card is owned by their record label and the band mates. I wish I was making money instead of losing money off of this. Jeeze, I needs a job!
Warning: OOC!Draco. Will be Draco/Ron slash. They are going to have sex, but that'll come after they get together, which isn't in the close future, unfortunately.
And since I'm a copy/paste whore, I haven't forgotten this.
"blah" Regular speech
/blah/ Fwella speech.
"blah" Mermaid speech.
None of what I try to use to separate works!! (Cries) (----) Will now be my lame separater. And yes, that word is spelled wrong but I don't care at the moment.
Freesia op.2 by Aloh Dark
Seventh Chapter
When Draco woke up, he jerked out of bed. For one moment he couldn't remember where he was, stuck in the dream he'd been having. His breath was coming into and leaving his body harshly. When he finally was able to process what the orange around him meant, he'd calmed down. Ron still lay undisturbed next to him. Draco walked over to his bag and picked it up. He needed a shower since he could feel the sweat beginning to dry and stick to his body.
"Where you goin'?" Ron asked in a sleep leaden voice.
"I'm taking a shower." Draco said.
Ron yawned and sat up. His hair was in disarray as he itched his scalp adding to the chaos. "Okay. I'll start breakfast for us then." He said with another yawn.
"Stop that. You'll make me yawn." Draco said locking his jaw against a yawn.
"Hm?" Ron asked. "Anyway, what do you want me to make?"
"You can cook?" Draco asked.
"Had to learn when I was little so I could help Mum." Ron said with a shrug. He stretched his arms above his head and his too short pajama's rose even higher. Draco left the room without answering Ron. He walked down the stairs to the bathroom to begin his day.
Ron left his room for the kitchen a little while after Draco left his room. He lit the stove and began setting things out for breakfast. He'd started to cook when he heard someone walking around the living room. He ignored it, thinking it was just Draco. So when he heard his mothers voice he was shocked.
"Ronald Weasley! This house is a mess!" She yelled.
Ron eyes grew wide as he realized exactly what his mother being home meant. "Mum! What are you doing home?"
She ignored his question. "You're making breakfast now? It's after noon!" She put her hands on her hips and took in his pajama's. "Did you just wake up?"
"Mum, I.. What are you doing home?" He asked, his voice cracking. His ears were going red.
"I still feel just a bit under the weather so I decided to come home. Your father and Ginny are still with your Gran." She said. She looked over what Ron was cooking. "You're making way too much for just yourself."
Ron's neck darkened to the same shade as his ears. "I kinda have company." He said softly, hanging his head.
"Who?" His mother asked sternly. Ron just knew visions of some girl were flashing through her mind. She was imagining all the things two teenagers could do together while in a house alone. Ron knew she wasn't liking the images in her head.
"A.. friend." Ron said although he didn't know if he could classify Draco as a friend. "He's a neighbor."
"Who?" She asked again, more forcefully.
"Me." Draco said from behind them both. He was only wearing a pair of low rise pants and his hair was in wet disarray. His skin still shone and was flushed a light pink from the shower's heat.
Molly looked from Draco to Ron and back again. "Explain this to me."
"Where do you want me to start?" Draco asked. He walked over to the counter by the sink. He picked up plates and glasses and began to set the table.
"Tell me what a Malfoy is doing in the home of Weasleys." Molly demanded. She didn't mean to sound rude but this was coming as a shock to her system.
"I was invited." Draco said.
Ron's jaw dropped. He'd gone into a shock-like state and couldn't process anything. Everything seemed a little too unreal that Draco and his mother were having a polite conversation.
"Why?" Molly asked Ron.
His mothers gaze pulled him from his trance and he turned redder for having spaced out. "He said he didn't want to go to one of his mothers parties so I told him he could spend the night here." Ron told her.
Molly looked between the two boys again. "Well, both of you are cleaning this house before you leave." She told them.
Draco nodded consent before sitting down. A minute or so later, Ron placed the plates of food on the table before sitting down. The three of them ate in silence for a while before Molly broke it.
"I'm sorry, but why aren't you two fighting?" She asked. "The arguments between you two are legendary. I rarely go a week or two without a letter from someone telling me about the fights between you two."
Draco took a drink of milk and Ron continued to chew his bacon.
"It's a long story on my part." Draco said when he realized he wouldn't get away with not answering. "And it's too in-depth to explain now."
"It's short from my side." Ron said, feeling stupid for having said it as soon as it left his mouth.
"Then you tell her." Draco said, eating a forkful of eggs.
"Where should I start?" Ron asked Draco.
"Beginning of the summer." Draco said.
"Alright" Ron said. "At the beginning of the summer Gin, Fred, George, Bill and I all met a Pegasus named Fwella."
"She's mine." Draco interjected.
"And a little while later, she showed up at night saying he'd fallen off her and into our yard. It's been raining like mad all day and still was. So we helped him to the house and Bill treated his ankle. Only Fwella didn't want him to be moved since he was unconscious so he stayed the night." Ron said.
Molly had stopped eating as she listened to her son's story. She was watching Ron mostly, but kept an eye on Draco as he ate. She wanted to see how he reacted to what Ron was saying.
"Then about last week I came across him and Fwella in the woods."
"Spied on us is more accurate." Draco said.
"It's not my fault you were so close to my house." Ron said.
"Just finish the story." Molly said, stopping the argument before it could really get underway.
"Well, he was playing his violin for her and when he finished he fell into the pond they were sitting next to." Ron said.
"Excuse me! I was pulled in by a nymph! I didn't fall." Draco said indignantly. "I'm not that clumsy."
"Alright! You were pulled in! Happy?" Ron said slightly agitated.
"Oh yes, very happy. Please do go on. Continue." Draco said with sarcasm practically dripping from his mouth
Ron rolled his eyes. "I saved him from drowning." He turned and looked at Draco. "After he fell in."
Draco narrowed his eyes but didn't cut in again. "We spent the rest of the day together." Ron hesitated. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell his mother about the encounter with the mermaids. "Then Fwella told us that Mrs. Malfoy was planning to throw a party. He was very against going so I told him that he could stay here. So now, here he is." Ron said, finishing the story.
"That's it?' Molly asked.
"The short of it." Draco said.
"Well, Draco, dear. You can stay here any time you want. Arthur and I would have no problems with it." Molly said with a smile.
Draco gave her a half smile. "You might not but I think the rest of your family might."
"Yes, well. They can just deal with it." Molly said with a little laugh. She stood and grabbed their plates. "Now. You two are going to go clean the rest of the house. I'll take care of the kitchen."
Draco and Ron thanked her as they stood. Draco followed Ron into the living room so they could start cleaning. Molly looked after them with a puzzled look on her face. She didn't know what to make of what was going on but she figured it was good for Draco. She hoped it would help knock some Malfoy beliefs out of him.
(----)
When Draco and Ron finished cleaning their mess and Draco had packed his things, they went outside to wait for Fwella. Draco unpacked his violin and was playing things for Ron. Nothing he played were things he'd composed but had been written by someone else.
"What was that from?" Ron asked after a very up-beat song.
"It's from 'Way Away' by a muggle group called Yellowcard." Draco said. "Muggle punk with an electric violin in the band."
"I still can't believe that you listen to muggle music." Ron told him.
"I can't believe that everyone doesn't." Draco said. "I hate most magic music groups. Mostly none of it is real and half of them couldn't play without magic."
"How can you be so sure?" Ron asked.
"'Know your enemy and know your facts if you're going to make an argument.'" Draco quoted. "I know much more about most magical groups than most people that like them do."
Ron looked at Draco a moment before turning away again. "You are a weird little man."
"I am not little!" Draco said. "And I'm not weird." He said after a moment's thought.
"Trust me, you're short." Ron said.
"I'm not short. I'm space efficient!" Draco said cheerfully.
"I don't know what's scarier. The fact that you said that so cheerfully or the fact that you said it to me so cheerfully."
"Oh bugger off." Draco said in mock anger as he watched Fwella fly towards them.
/Top of the morning my love!/ She yelled cheerfully at them.
"Hullo Horse!" Draco yelled back at her.
She dove down to the ground and landed a few feet before them. /So, anything exciting happen while I was gone? Any scratches on each other that'll need fixing?/
"Aside from Molly Weasley coming home, nothing happened. And no, no scratches." Draco told her. "Now hold still so I can put this saddle on you."
/I hate saddles../ She said childishly before turning to Ron. /Your mum came home?/
"She's not feeling well." Ron told her.
/The poor dear. Make her some tea and have her spend the day off her feet./
"I will." Ron promised her.
Draco finished tying his things to the saddle before he mounted. "Now you be a good boy until school starts." Draco said, teasingly.
"Funny." Ron shot back. "I was just about to tell you the same thing."
Draco accepted the jibe with a slight bow and half smile before flying off. Ron watched them until they were out of sight behind the trees before going back inside the house. He still had to clean his own room.
(----)
"So love, have you been home yet?" Draco asked as they flew over the lake.
/Nope. I spent the night with that lovely family in town./ Fwella said.
"How do you expect our reception to be?" Draco asked.
/Violent. Very violent./ Fwella said, warning in her mind voice.
"Then drop me off a little ways away and then leave. I don't want you around to get hurt." Draco told her.
/I'll be fine. I'll just make myself invisible./ Fwella said.
"And you'll take wing at the first sign of trouble." Draco said sternly.
/Yes Daddy./ She said in just a way that Draco could hear her rolling her eyes in her tone.
"I'm just worried about you." Draco said, rubbing her neck.
/I know that. I'm only teasing./ Fwella said but she'd melted out of her exasperation.
Fwella landed as gracefully as ever and walked into the stables. Draco quickly unsaddled her himself and sent a waiting house elf to his room with his things. He hugged Fwella one last time before going out.
He walked through the gardens and into the house through the main entrance to the gardens. He didn't want it to seem like he was sneaking about. If he was sneaking that'd mean he'd regretted what he'd done and he didn't have any guilt. After all, he wasn't even supposed to know he'd missed anything. He was lucky, though, since the first parent he met up with was his mother.
"Draco! Where on Earth have you been?!" She asked, hugging him.
Draco smiled and hugged her back. "I was staying with Grygru. Didn't Vek tell you?"
"Well, of course he did." She said, letting go of him. "But I was just asking." Narcissa led Draco in a sitting room overlooking the garden he'd just crossed. "I'm sorry to tell you this but we'd thrown you a surprise party last night."
"A party for me?" Draco asked feigning surprise. "Why?"
"Your birthday. We figured that we should celebrate your birthday before you go back to school." She said.
"You should have told me! I wouldn't have gone to Grygru's." Draco told her.
"Well the whole point of the party was to surprise you." She said with a smile. "We were all very worried about you until Vek told us where you were. We had to apologize to the guest for your absence but it was funny in the end. No one being able to find you for your surprise party because you'd made plans to stay with a friend the same day."
Draco laughed softly. "You should have told me. I would have acted surprised. And then I would have been here instead of under the lake."
"Well, hindsight is perfect." Narcissa said. "Now go do what you want. I've got to tell your father you're sorry you missed the party and that you're home safe and sound."
"Alright Mother." Draco said.
"Oh, and tomorrow the Goyle's are taking you to Diagon Alley with them. We would take you but your father's busy and I have an appointment I can't miss."
Draco smiled again. "That's okay mother. I'm friends with their son, remember."
She smiled and nodded before leaving the room. Draco sighed heavily before getting up. He looked around the room once before leaving it and heading for the stairs.
He headed up the stairs to his own room. He walked in to find Vek setting his things in their proper places. His bag laid open on his bed with assorted items from the bag around it. Vek was levitating them to send to their place.
"I'll finish that. Go get some blankets and pillows. I feel like a day spent on the roof." Draco said, walking over. Vek stopped, nodded and disappeared. Draco sighed. "You can't stay mad at me forever." He said to empty air.
He picked up his folder and violin and walked over to his piano. He placed both on top before going back to his bed. He looked down in his bag and groaned. His music orbs had come out of their box and were now rolling around the bottom of the bag. He opened the box and began placing the orbs back in. Orbs from all four layers had come out and needed to be placed back in. Vek had come and gone on several more errands before Draco was finished.
"Now," Draco said, slamming the lid on the box shut. "I get changed and then we go to the roof."
Draco walked over to his wardrobe and picked out a linen tunic and loose pants to match. He quickly stripped then pulled on his comfortable cloths. He walked back to the bed and tucked the orb box under his arm. He walked over to the door, Vek following with a picnic basket of food.
Draco walked across the house to the other side to the servants stairway. He opened the door and climbed the rickety staircase up to the next floor. This floor had narrower hallways and doors closer together. It was were the house elves slept. Draco was bowed to, but pretty much ignored, by the house elves lingering by their rooms for some or another reason. He nodded a greeting to the few that he knew as he walked through. When he came to the ladder in an abandoned room he climbed it. It opened up into a tiny crawlspace of an attic. Draco walked hunched over to the middle of the space. He pushed up and opened up the hidden door. He stood and pushed himself out of the hole with his arms. Vek followed after him after using a bit of magic to get himself up and out. Draco walked across the widows walk to a large, flat space where Vek had laid down pillows and the blankets. The whole space was enclosed by wrought iron gating. Draco walked over to the space and stood at the edge, his hands on the gating. Behind him, Vek set the basket down and disappeared.
Draco looked out over all he could see. Nearly all he could see would belong to him when his father died. The forests, the lakes, the ponds, the farmers and whatever else happened to live on the land. And he didn't want an inch of it since it would mean that he couldn't be who he wanted to be. All he wanted was a chance and the freedom to be himself.
TBC
Oh I love getting reviews!! I specially love the reviews from you,
Faint Hate!! Hehehe, dirty thoughts are great. And lines implying dirty things but really not meaning them are better. Aw, I wish it was four days, but as you can see, only the one night. Ron was just supposed to be home alone for four days, but even that was ruined.
Jackie Malfoy!!! Oo! I love Draco being artsy. I always figured that since he grew up rich, they made him take 'sophisticated' things like private music classes and stuff like that. (Pst, he can also do several old school dances, as well as a few dirty ones too) Nope! Me too!! Artsy!Draco all the way!! Ron wishes he could play music as good, but can't sadly.
Switch!!! Lol, Heheh, I love being loved 'so freaking much.' It's great for my self-esteem. Ah! Sorry, but updates have a set schedule. I'm not adverse to bribes for one-shots but I've got a set schedule for chapt fics. If I didn't, I'd lose myself and end up never updating like I did EotA.
ElvenGirl2!!! Lol, thanks hun. Loves much to you!!!!
I Heart DM 11!!!! Hehe, typing your name and then the exclamation points always trips me up. I also have too many one's. Oh, and thanks for reminding me about that little side drabble. I just gotta finish it up and then I'll post it, kay? (and no, I don't want the cherry 'cause I don't like them, but I will take the stem of the cherry since I like tying them with my tongue ( . so weird)) You may always use that phrase. Heh, that deal is abused very much but saying more is a spoiler, so hushing up now like J.K-sama herself.
Red-Chan!!! Lol, I like your idea for the waking up, but sadly I couldn't do that to them. But! You were right about someone coming home early! Have you been peeking into my brain? Lol, thank so much for putting me on alert and stuff. That makes my day, and very much so.
Tigerlilly2063!!!! I love my Draco (snuggles him). Fwella is my fave OC yet. She's exactly how I would want a big sister to be (glances at her two big sis's). It's a lot of fun to write her. She's not quite snaky (is that a word?) but close enough for me. Heh, Draco hides his emotions when he wants. Thank on that. Hehe, you have no idea how hard it was to write that chapter and not have indecent "accidental" touching. But no!! It's too soon!! Too soon I say!! Hope your curiosity was satisfied.
Yuuri-chan!! Heya!!! Ron is too confused by what's happening to be a horrible prat, besides he has no one to show off to now. (firm believer in that Draco and Ron only fight so much to keep face with friends.) And yes, Draco is kinda out of character, but then again, we don't exactly know what 'in character' for Draco really is. J.K-sama has always told the story from Harry's POV and only mentioned Draco doing devilish things. No one, but JK-sama, can say for certain what Draco's IC is. So, I've taken poetic license to say that's him. That and I don't think that D/R would be possible without one of them, or both, being OOC. Heh, yeah, RonDraco. It'll show up from time to time but it'll definitely be DracoRon when the 'goods' happen. (glomps) Thanks so much for the grammar and spelling mistakes pointing outtage. I've got horrible grammar and spelling on my own and I don't have anything to help with it but my comp. I don't particularly like using beta's for… reasons. I'm always happy to know what I do wrong. After all, you can right what you don't know is wrong, right? It might take me a few times but I'll eventually get it right. Trust me, anything I do here isn't half as bad as what I do when I write long hand. It's just sickening then.