So, I know this was due out New Years, but it didn't make it. Writers block, which is killing me, delayed this. Only I had it done and was going to post itfour days ago, but that was the night Ricky broke up with me. So, I've been a little emotionally distraught and didn't feel like posting.
Besides a broken heart, I've been pretty good. Still getting first in weight at meets. In fact, today I pr-ed, again. 42 feet, 6 1/2 inches!! WoOt!! Go me!!
Made baklavayesterday with Trescha, Kristan, Amanda and Brad. Kinda kidnapped Amanda and Brad from their houses. First we got Amanda, and man was it funny.
Kristan was on my cell with her and before she even said who she was she told Amanda to outside. When she opened the door, we were sitting in my car waiting for her. She screamed so loud we could hear her through the phone.
Then we kidnapped Brad. Well, that was just dumb. Trescha called him and told him we were kidnapping him. But she wasn't too good at being demanding so I took the phone, mind you I was driving so it was a little illegal, and said "Brad, hunny, you're being kidnapped." And he said 'okay' so I told him to get ready and he said okay and then I told him we would be there soon, he said okay. Then we said bye and drove to his house. Kristan and I went through his garage, found him, and dragged him to the car. Of course we said 'hi' and 'bye' to his mom but never said where we were going. It was a kidnapping after all.
It was so much fun. We're all going to see The Phantom of the Opera Monday. It'll be awesome!!
Oh, and this long rant is because I can't get into my lj, so I'm putting it here for later reference.
Oh, and if you're my fiftieth reviewer, tell me what kinda drabble you want. Gotta give ya love!!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Goddess J.K.Rowling who's hopefully having a wonderful, and successful pregnancy. Freesia op.2 doesn't belong to me either. It belongs to my beloved Gackt-san. Any songs in this chapter which I have forgotten are there belong to their respective owners.
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.
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None of what I try to use to separate works!! (Cries) (----) Will now be my lame separator.
Freesia op.2 by Aloh Dark
Marianna came bounding out of the girls dorm and towards the only person she was comfortable with. "Draco! I can't believe I'm actually here!" She said with a grin.
"As you kept saying all last night." Draco put the book back where he took it from and stood up. Goyle and Crabbe followed his lead. Draco bowed to her and gave her his arm. "Shall we dine?"
She giggled and took his arm. "We shall."
Marianna chattered on endlessly as they walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. She earned a glare from Pansy when she sat down next to Draco. Marianna noticed this glare and had to play it up.
"Draco, darling, who is that," She paused a moment and flashed her eyes at Pansy. "Girl. Sitting down there?"
Draco looked and groaned inwardly. "Marianna stop being an idiot. You know Pansy. And if she falls for you pathetic attempts to make her hate you, she's more of an idiot than Longbottom."
Pansy huffed and walked away from them to the Ravenclaw table. Marianna tutted. "I think you made her mad."
Draco rolled his eyes and began to eat. Marianna looked slightly hurt but that was quickly changed as the mail flew in. Both Draco and Marianna received beautiful owls with elegant letters. Marianna read hers before she unwrapped the package that had come with it. Draco set aside the letter with his father's scrawl, not wanting to know what it said.
"Does mail come like this every day?" Marianna asked excitedly.
"Yes. Every morning the owls come in with mail." Draco told her.
"That's not the way they had it in my old school." She said excitedly. "Back there we had enchanted butterflies." She directed this towards two other Slytherin girls that had joined Marianna in the house the night before.
"Enchanted butterflies?" One of the girls asked. She looked frighteningly similar to both Crabbe and Goyle. He looked at his friends and then back to the girl. That's when it clicked. The girl that was the link between the Goyle and Crabbe families. Although she did share resemblances, Draco reasoned, she was definitely a girl. He could tell that in a few years and the help of Marianna, she'd grow to be a beautiful in her own way. She's never be stunning, but she'd be beautiful.
Marianna grinned broadly. She loved being the center of attention, having been so her whole life. "Yes. Well, it was an all girls school, so naturally had millions of things like that all the time. But they were so beautiful. They'd change color at random but were always so very pretty."
Draco zoned out her conversation as he looked down at his new schedule. He'd have N.E.W.T potions every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning. N.E.W.T transfigurations every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. The rest of his classes were a jumble. He didn't really know what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, so he'd asked to be put in many classes. Draco didn't believe that you should have your life's plan figured out at age fifteen. After all, so many things changed the whole world in the most dramatic of ways all the time when you're fifteen. The instability of the mid-teenage years should never be the time when you decide what to do with life.
Draco suddenly had an idea. "I've forgotten something, I'll be right back." He said as he quickly got up from his seat. He all but ran from the Great Hall.
He got down to his dorm room and looked through his things for his orb box. He tapped his left ear three times and the Smile Empty Soul orb fell out of his skull. Draco had turned the music off long ago and forgotten he'd left it in his head. He changed the orb with his Alkaline Trio and put on 'Radio.' He stuffed the box into his bag and left, going straight to potions.
He was the first to arrive since breakfast wasn't even finished. Draco stood outside the door, waiting for Snape. When he arrived, he looked faintly surprised to see Draco.
"Well, Malfoy, what brings you to class early. You are usually late, after all." Snape said, letting them both into the classroom.
"You've known my father for a long time, right?" Draco asked, following Snape.
Draco dully noticed that Snape became tense at the conversation topic. "I have."
"Tell me what he was like before he became a Death Eater." Draco said.
Snape looked at him sadly. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that. It was only after he'd joined the ranks that he and I became acquainted, and only distantly then."
"But you've known mother for a longer time." Draco half stating and half asking for confirmation.
"Yes." Snape said, a small smile on his lips. "I've had the pleasure of knowing her for a very long time."
"Was she always like how she is now?" Draco asked.
"Draco, I'm not sure I know what you mean." Snape told him.
Draco looked into Snape's eyes, his own held a flat expression. "Uncle Sevi, you know exactly what I mean." He used his childhood nickname for Snape as a slight extra leverage. Having Snape for a godfather helped him on many occasions, this only being one of them.
"Draco." Snape said as a sigh. "No. Your mother wasn't always like how she is now."
"What was she like?" Draco asked softly, as if asking to be told a secret.
Snape sat at his desk, Draco sat on the desk. "You're going to hate me for telling you who reminds me of her."
"I could never hate you Uncle Sevi. You're my favorite godfather." Draco said.
"I'm your only godfather." Snape said with a snort.
Draco grinned cheekily. "Doesn't make you any less my favorite."
Snape rolled his eyes. "Back to the original topic. Your mother was a mix of Weasley, Granger and you before she met your father."
"Weasley, Granger and me?" Draco asked, looking at Snape as if he was crazy.
"Alright, my reasoning behind that. Your mother was brilliant, always reading and was a know it all because of it. That's how Granger's like her. She would have been at the top of her class except she had a knack for getting herself into and out of trouble. Like Weasley." Snape told him with a faint smile at memories only he could see.
"And what about me? How was she like me?" Draco asked.
"She was forced to live a lie and hated every minute of it. She was fascinated by one of the things she was supposed to hate the most. She wanted more from life than what she was allowed." Snape said softly, staring deep into Draco's eyes. "That is how she was like you."
"And then she married my father." Draco whispered.
"That's right." Snape said. "Now, students will be arriving soon so get off my desk."
Draco jumped down and walked to a desk in the back. He set his things down and sat on a stool.
"Oh, and Draco?" Snape asked.
"Yes, sir?"
"In my N.E.W.T classes I assign seats. You'll be with Weasley." Snape said with a grin.
Draco groaned. "Please no. He's not good at potions! How'd he even make it into your N.E.W.T class?"
Snape grinned. "You'll have to figure that one out for yourself. Don't kill yourselves or anyone else this year, please. Dumbledore would have a fit and I don't feel like levitating dead bodies this year."
Draco grinned and nodded. "I'll try." He grinned to himself. Snape didn't know about their getting along now, so it was bound to be a major change for the teachers during their classes. Draco was looking forward to every mistrustful look.
Snape walked into the backroom, leaving Draco alone. Draco had nothing better to do so he finally opened his father's letter and read it. It was to the point, as his father always with in letters to his son. Demands to get the highest grades in the class. Demands to live up to the family name. Threats as to what would happen if he stepped out of line. And the last line telling him not to bother going home for vacations since he wouldn't be welcome at any of the estates. Draco crumpled the letter as a few students from Ravenclaw walked in. He shoved it to the bottom of his bag and waited for class to start.
Ron, like usual, was one of the last to arrive. He looked around the room, Harry and Hermione had already sat together and there was no place left around them. He saw Draco sitting by himself with his right hand pressed against his ear. He was nodding his head and drawing.
Ron walked over, put his bag down and sat. He didn't say anything and neither did Draco. The whole class was watching them, waiting for a fight to begin. When one didn't happen before Snape began class, they were forced to look forward and concentrate.
Snape snidely insulted half the class, favored some and was indifferent to the rest. He commented on how he didn't want to take most of them for his N.E.W.T but was forced to. He told them that he didn't expect anyone but a few to be able to handle class this year. He then gave them the rest of the double period to complete a new potion.
"Stupid git." Ron muttered under his breath. "Giving us a new potion first day of term."
"It's a simple potion." Draco said, putting away his books.
"You call that simple?" Ron said, pointing at the board.
Draco looked up and read it over. "Comparatively, yes." Draco walked away for the ingredients before Ron had a chance to say anything.
When Draco returned with the ingredients, Ron had gotten everything else they'd need. Draco looked up at the board and lined the ingredients up in the order they were going to be used.
"Why'd you do that?" Ron asked.
"I put them in order so that it'd be easier to know which one come next." Draco said. "Now get to work so Snape doesn't take points away."
"Fine. Hand me that dandelion stem so I can cut it. You start adding the ingredients." Ron said, holding the knife.
"Sure you can handle cutting?" Draco asked.
"I've been cooking with my mum since I could see over the counter. I can cut a lot better than you." Ron said, taking the stem for himself.
"Remember to cut them into as equal sized pieces as possible." Draco said as set the cauldron, half-full of water, on a burner.
Ron rolled his eyes and turned to him exasperated. "I know what I'm doing." He said forcefully.
Draco bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying anything more and let Ron get to work. He was soon too busy adding the first four ingredients to worry much more.
Draco and Ron were one of the first to finish their potions. Ron was amazed that Draco's organization system had actually worked. Their potion was perfect. Or as perfect as the two students could make it. Ron looked over at his friends and saw an angry Hermione and a sheepish Harry. He knew that he'd know the full story by lunch.
Ron turned back to look at Draco, but he'd put his hand back to his ear and was drawing again. Ron leaned over to see the drawing. His jaw dropped, his eyes popped, he turned a brilliant shade of red and jerked back so quickly he fell out of his chair.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked from the front of the class.
"Oh, uh, er, no Sir." Ron stuttered, righting his chair.
"Then do not disturb my class again with your clumsiness or I will be forced to take points." Snape snapped.
"Yes sir. It won't happen again sir." Ron said. He knew that usually he would get angry but he was to shocked by what he saw to be angry. When he sat back down in his righted chair, he felt Draco's eyes on him. "What?" Ron hissed, blushing all over again.
"Find something shocking?" Draco asked, knowing why Ron had fallen.
"Why are you even drawing that?" Ron hissed.
"It's called the 'Rape of Justinian' and I'm drawing it because I have nothing better to do." Draco said. "Do you want to get a better look?"
"No." Ron said harshly. He was silent for all of one minute before curiosity overcame him. "Why'd you name it that?"
"Because Justinian is being raped." Draco said causally, drawing.
"Who's raping him?" Ron asked.
"The physical embodiment of his fantasy and guilt." Draco replied smoothly.
"You know that for a fact?" Ron asked.
"Yes. I made up the legend so I should know what's going on in the picture." Draco told him. "This isn't my first time drawing this out."
"But, um, you made them two men." Ron whispered.
"Oh, um, well yeah. I knew that." Draco replied in a sarcastic whisper.
"But that means that they're-"
"Justinian is homosexual." Draco cut Ron off. "That's what he feels guilty over and the fact that he likes men it tearing at his soul. The physical embodiment of his lust, a man, and the guilt that's eating him, his wanting men, is raping him because he refusing to admit it, causing himself pain. Justinian feels dirty, disgusting and like he shouldn't be alive because of his sexuality."
Ron was silent a moment. "You know a lot about that legend."
Draco smirked. "Once again, I made it up." He turned back to his paper and put his hand to his ear.
Ron was about to say something more when Snape stood up.
"You all should be finished with your potions by now. I'm going around to grade. For you that aren't done, finish up so when I get to you you will be."
Snape began his round of the sizzling cauldrons. He moved from cauldron to cauldron at random, keeping everyone on their toes. He took malicious delight in taking points from Harry and Hermione's for it not being right. He nearly put a Ravenclaw girl in tears with his assessment of her potion. Ron watched as he kept looking slyly at him and Draco, but didn't walk over until they were the only ones left.
Draco quickly rolled his parchment up and put it in his bag. Snape didn't say a word, though everyone know if it had been someone else they'd have points taken away.
"Well, well, well. Let's see how Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley did." Snape said, pulling out a thin, long dropper. Snape used the dropped to gather a small amount of potion from the mixture. He pulled a fresh strip of testing paper from his robes and forced out three droplets. One contact, there was a small explosion with a metallic purple mushroom cloud. Snape dropped the paper on the desk and looked at the two.
"I'm not surprised." He sneered. "Ten points to each your houses for a perfect potion. Though I should only make it five since this is something a nine year old could make."
"Yes sir." Draco said with a smirk.
"Clean up and leave. Each of you will write a paper on why your potion wasn't perfect. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, you two are exempt." Snape stopped at the front of the class and suddenly whirled at them. "And I hope you liked your seats. They're your permanent seats for the rest of the year."
"I can't believe that was perfect." Ron muttered as he packed up his bag. Draco had just reached the desk after he put away the unused ingredients.
"Well, that potion can be done by a nine year old, like Snape said." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"Not possible. It was wicked hard. If I'd done it on my own, I'd be writing an essay just like everyone else." Ron said.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I've been doing this potion since I was eight." Draco said with a grin.
Ron stood up and looked at him, unaware of all the people watching them talk. "You've been making that potion since you were eight?" Ron asked. "You're lying."
Draco hefted his bag onto his shoulder. "I didn't perfect it until I was nine, but yes, I've been making it since I was eight."
"No way." Ron said. "If he's teaching it to us now, there's no way."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Just because he doesn't teach it to his class until N.E.W.Ts doesn't mean you can't learn it until then. Trust me, there's a great many more complicated potions I can brew. Most by heart. Now, if you'll excuse me I have better things to do than stand around with you." Draco said as he pushed past Ron and left the classroom.
TBC
Thanks to!!!
Red-Chan!!! Thank you!! Ah!! Yes I know!! Such a lack of slash that it makes me sad!! But!! Plot, there is a plot and sadly, the plot includes the boys acting like dumb like boys!! But I promise something is coming!! So, please, please just wait patiently for the plot to catch up to when it's supposed to happen!
Meirta!! Thank you very much!! Hehe, and yeah, the orb in Draco's head is freaky, but it's kinda cool, too. ..In my opinion at least. Heh, I've never seen Wrath of Khan but I'm sure that that in the ear would give me the uckies. I hope you had a happy holiday and New Year too!! Hehe, hexing Pansy.. Maybe. (evil thoughts)
Faint Hate!! I ever tell you how much I like your name? I dunno why, but I do. It's nice. And yes, our poor Draco is angsty and confused. He deserves all the hugs he gets.
I Heart DM 11!!!! (hugs back) YAY!! Cookie!! (takes) Thank you so much!! Sorry so long between updates, but.. Promise not so long next time!! (I always say that but let's hope I mean it!!) XOXO!!
Yuuri Asakura!!! Heya!! Thank you very much! Really? No mistakes that chapter!! Heh, too bad there were plenty this chapter! Heh, I got 'Hawthorne' from a romance novel I read back in middle school. The name just stuck with me. And I don't know how they'll turn out yet. Or maybe I do and I just want y'all to wait and suffer. Choices, choices!
Key!! Thank you so much!! I was hoping to add some depth to this story, I'm glad to hear that I've done so! I really wanted to show Draco for Draco and try very hard to keep him Draco but also show him as my Draco, you know? Or did I make no sense at all in that last sentence? Oh!! Just wait a little and (spoiler) you'll see some Ron POV!! Although I feel he's very different from 'Ron' because I just can't seem to capture him. I'll try, though!
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