So, it's been all of outdoor track season since my last update. Well, nearly all. The 18th I go out for Nationals, which, is what I was going for last update. hangs head in shame So long between updates. And.. Sorry.
This chapter is dedicated to two people. To meirta for getting me off my lazy ass and having me write out this short, five pages, chapter. And to anonymous for giving me a review I found just at the perfect time between getting home and going to practice. This chapter wouldn't be up if not for them.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Goddess J.K.Rowling. Freesia op.2 belongs to my beloved Gackt-san. Aburey and Fwella do belong to me. Please don't steal them or I'll cry and most probably hurt you.
Warning: OOC!Draco. Will be Draco/Ron slash.
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 separator.
The next two weeks were as hectic for Ron as they were for Draco. Homework and Prefect duties had kept them busy with more than they were willing to deal with by the second weeks end. To top it off, the new Head Boy and Girl had decided that it'd be amusing for them to pair Draco and Ron together for corridor duties on Saturday night.
All through the meeting before their duties were to begin, they bickered and fought though not nearly as much as they had the year before. Though the other prefects found it to be annoying, Ron and Draco both found their insults to be very amusing. After all, they'd spent two weeks figuring out secret meanings for each insult, most of which were incredibly random and insane. Thinking of the true meaning of the insults kept them for barely keeping straight faces as they taunted back and forth.
Finally the meeting ended and the rest of the prefects went to bed, save two. Draco and Ron stood waiting in the small room until the rest had been long gone. Only then did they dare to drop the act.
"So, ready for the next few hours?" Draco asked. "I know I just can't help but look forward to the end when I can stop looking at your ugly face."
Ron accepted the jibe. "Oh trust me, you can't be looking forward to that more than I'm be looking forward to being away from your thick skull."
"Oh harsh one there." Draco said, leaving the room. "Think of that one yourself?"
"No, I got it from you. That's why it's so lame." Ron elbowed Draco.
The two broke into smothered laughter as they began their trek through the halls.
"So, Fwella should be here sometime this week, right?" Ron asked after a companionable silence fell.
"Tomorrow afternoon. She's flying in around dinner, I think." Draco said as he stretching his arms above his head, a small smile on his lips. "Can't wait for her to come in."
"You think she'll be telling any secrets on you, Malfoy?" Ron teased.
Draco gave a barking laugh. "You kidding? Of course she is. I don't compare her to an older sister for nothing. That old horse just can't keep her gums shut."
Ron tensed. "Will she say anything about me?"
Draco stopped walking and just looked at Ron for a moment. "She may." He turned right and began descending stairs. "But I know she won't say anything about this summer. Well, maybe stupid things I said about you or your family, but nothing," he hesitated. "Revealing."
"Sure?" Ron asked, following.
Draco snorted and glared at Ron for a moment. "Raised this beast. I know her as she knows me. You can trust me. Or rather, her."
Ron nodded, even though he was standing behind Draco. "Well then, I guess I'll catch up with you later. I'll check out the towers, you go for the dungeons."
"Right then." Draco said. They gave tiny waves in parting before going their separate ways.
(-)
Draco was swirling his wand between his fingers as he walked familiar halls. He was bored and nobody was on some secret, grand adventure that he could ruin to alleviate the boredom.
Draco heard the whispered incantation and before he could think, was turned with a counter-hex falling from his tongue. Blaise dodged the hex with a chuckle.
"I could pull prefect on you right now, you know." Draco said with mock anger in his voice.
Blaise chuckled again, walking towards Draco. "But you won't because I can pull out dirt on you."
Draco snorted. "Sure, let's go with that then."
"Your duties nearly over with, yet?" Blaise asked, falling into step with his friend.
"No." Draco said. "And you'll get us both in trouble if you stay with me."
"So?" Blaise asked with a casual shrug. "Not like I care."
Draco rolled his eyes but said no more about that. "Why are you tormenting me with your unwanted company?"
"To bug you, of course." Blaise said. "I thought that would be obvious."
"Zabini, spit it out. Let's not do this dance tonight." Draco said.
"Fine." Blaise said. "I wanted to have a nice chat with you when you weren't surrounded with people you don't want knowing things. That make any sense?"
"A bit." Draco said. "And what did you want to chat about?"
"Your mysterious Veronica, of course."
"Who?"
Blaise smiled. "I knew it was a fake name. Your mystery lover who you refuse to talk about."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't bother. The whole 'refuse to talk about' thing still applies even here."
"Who is he?" Blaise asked softly.
Draco felt a chill down his spine seconds before he felt his fist crash into Blaise's face.
"What the bloody fuck is wrong with you!" Blaise yelled from his place on the ground, cheek cupped in his palm.
Draco's fists were clenched at his sides and he was breathing heavily through his nose as he stared down at Blaise. "I'm not a bloody fucking puff so shut you goddamned mouth!"
Blaise opened and closed his jaw as he glared up at Draco. "Like bloody hell you aren't!" He growled as he stopped up.
The boys stared each other down, toe to toe, wands forgotten. "You shut your fucking mouth. I'm not fucking queer like that."
Blaise glared harder. He could see the deeply hidden fear in Draco's eyes. That little spark of fear confirmed everything for him.
Blaise punched Draco, hard, in the gut and Draco fell to the ground. Blaise squatted down next to his friend. "I'm not dumb like your two cronies, Draco. Stop playing me for a fool."
The panic overwhelmed Draco and he launched himself up at Blaise. Words were forgotten as animal instinct over took them, sending fists and kicks flying at each other. They rolled around on the floor, trying their hardest to hurt the other as much as possible. Everything was forgotten. Everything but the need to draw the blood of their opponent.
The two were too evenly matched for there to be a true winner. And neither of them cared who'd actually won.
The fight ended with them sitting back to back, breathing heavily. Blaise rested his head on Draco's shoulder as Draco leaned forward, head between his knees.
"You like boys." Blaise said, his breath still shaky from their fight. Pain was stinging through him, and he knew it was doing the same to Draco.
Draco knew it wasn't a question but felt compelled to answer past his bleeding, split lip. "Yes." He hissed.
Blaise heard the defeat in his closest friends voice. "For how long?"
"I dunno." Draco said. He leaned his head back on Blaise's shoulder. "Two years, my whole life. I dunno. I just do."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Blaise asked.
Draco ignored the question as being dumb in his mind. "How'd you figure it out?"
"We share a dorm." Blaise said, rattling Draco's head with a shrug. "You've taken a penchant to talking in your sleep."
"Fuck!" Draco said with vehemence. "Have-"
"No." Blaise interrupted. He knew that Draco was now paranoid that the other boys who share their dorm have figured out the same thing Blaise had. "They sleep like rocks and I don't sleep."
"I'm going to fucking kill you if you so much as breath a word about this." Draco said sharply and Blaise had no doubts of his seriousness.
"I swear on my honor that this secret is between us for as long as you wish it to be between us." Blaise promised.
Draco nodded.
"So, who is he?" Blaise asked again.
"Please," Draco asked. "One secret per fight and one fight per year." He gave a slightly rueful laugh. "I don't think I'd be able to handle getting all my secrets out in one night."
"Two secrets are all your secrets?" Blaise asked, lightening the mood. "Your life is sad."
Draco smiled. "Well, they're big secrets after all."
Blaise started to laugh. Draco didn't know what was funny, but soon joined his friend in hysterical laughter.
"So, when were you planning on telling me?" Blaise asked after their laughter had died down.
"Never." Draco replied with a smile. "I was planning on dying curled up in a cave alone, old, and gay." His heart beat sped up at the word 'gay' but it didn't feel horrible at all. In fact, Draco could get used to the elated feeling he just got from saying such a small word.
Blaise chuckled. "I can just see you doing that, too." Blaise changed his voice to imitate Draco's. "How now Mr. Mossy-Rock, would you like some pebble crumpets?" Draco chuckled. "But how would Sir Peacock preen himself if he's in a cave? There'd be no one about to show himself off to."
Draco shook his head. "You're an arse, you know that?"
Blaise smiled and closed his eyes. "You tell me so everyday."
(-)
Draco felt relieved. A smile would be on his face if his lips didn't hurt so much and a spring would've been in his step if he wasn't limping. But he felt relieved. The boy he considered his best friend knew one of his secrets, and it was a relief. Draco realized that as soon as it settled in that Blaise knew his secret, he'd be panicked beyond reason, but for now he just enjoyed the feeling of being unburdened.
Draco couldn't help but laugh at Ron's expense when the red head saw him at the end of their prefect duties. He started to physically drag Draco to the infirmary before Draco pulled himself away with the help of a mild stunning hex.
"I'm fine. And the dungeons were clear." He said sternly.
Ron opened his mouth as if to argue, but stopped at the look he was given. Draco's eyes, stance and complete body language all but shook him while screaming to drop the subject. He wanted incredibly much to pursue the topic, but used sheer force of will not to ask any more questions.
"The towers were clear." Ron said. "Time to call it a night?"
"Sure." Draco agreed. He began to set off with his limp and Ron just couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"Stop." Ron said, raising his wand.
"What?" Draco asked, looking at Ron warily.
Ron muttered a charm and tingling spread throughout Draco's body. After a few moments the tingling concentrated on his lip and leg. Draco gave Ron a raised eyebrow at the minor healing charm.
Ron blushed and shrugged. "When you grow up with a big family you learn some charms like that. You'll still hurt tomorrow, it's just gone for now."
Draco nodded. "Thanks."
"Not a problem." He replied, shaking his head.
They both then set off in their respective directions.
(-)
When Draco reached his dorms he just wanted to settle into his bed with a groan. But he just couldn't. It had finally set in the Blaise truly knew and he just didn't want to think about it any longer.
He walked to his chest and took out the vial. A quick swing of it and Draco swallowed it gratefully. He sighed at the sensations it produced in his body. Now he was ready to fall into bed.
He toed his shoes off and removed his cloths slowly, lethargically. When he was finally completely naked he crawled into his bed. He didn't groan but he did feel like he should've. The soft feather bed felt wonderful after the long night.
It didn't take him long to be pulled into sleep.
(-)
Late Sunday morning light greeted him when he next opened his eyes. He yawned and stretched, not wanting to get out of bed. He just wanted to bury himself deep into his covers and fall back asleep for the rest of time.
But he couldn't as something very heavy and unmovable was sitting on his feet. Draco angrily opened his eyes and glared. A smile greeted the glare and Draco wondered how he and Blaise were friends.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head." Blaise said cheerfully. "Don't you have a visitor due to show up in ten minutes?"
Draco scowled for a moment and then remembered. Fwella was coming at noon.
Draco kicked Blaise off of him and scurried to get dressed. He crashed to the ground with a yelp as soon as he put all his weight on his right leg. Blaise laughed hysterically at the sight Draco made, his pants half on, his naked arse in the air and looking thoroughly confused. Draco grumbled as he stood again, testing weight on his injured ankle.
Blaise handed Draco a steaming teal goblet, which Draco downed knowing that it was a healing draft for his injuries. It took a minute or two before the pain went away completely. But during the time it took he hurried as much as he dared to put his clothes on.
Blaise walked with him as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his hair. There was no time for him to primp himself so he just wet it, brushed it and left it down flat.
They didn't speak as Draco panicked about. Blaise just watched his friend with quiet amusement. It wasn't until Draco had finished and they were walking out into the corridors that they spoke again.
"Why are you following me?" Draco asked, his steps only slightly hurried.
"Because I am." Blaise answered. "And if I follow you enough your second secret will slip from your lips and I will know all."
"I'm not telling you." Draco said flatly.
"Yes you will." Blaise said with confidence.
Draco rolled his eyes. He was really not awake enough to argue. He walked in comfortable silence with Blaise to the designated spot where he was to meet Fwella, a smile growing on his lips the entire time.
Fwella was predictably late, but Draco didn't mind. He'd noticed a few minutes before that a redhead was sitting on the school side of the lake watching Draco wait for Fwella. But Draco couldn't dwell on the thoughts he was having about that for long, as Fwella's mighty wings sent her in a controlled plummet to him.
/DRACO/ Screamed through his mind as she landed with a graceful 'thwump' and nearly knocked him over with a nuzzle.
"Fwella." Was all Draco managed to get out before grasping onto her neck in a giant hug.
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