Happy First Birthday Freesia op.2 !
I was going to put this out about a week ago, when I noticed something special. winks Happy Birthday to my baby fic. And for a birthday gift, I bring this chapter and a dedication to write at least a page a night for the next few weeks. Which means that, if I do this, updates may be on time. XD They may not though. Depends on if I need sleep or not. But chapter 15 has the basic plot finished and about a paragraph written, so just gotta finish that.
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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, as does Kimi ni aitakute. (if you want any Gackt songs, please tell me and I shall send them to you. I don't have them all, but what I do have I will gladly share.) 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.
Freesia op.2 by Aloh Dark
Draco giggled like a little child as he joyously buried his face in Fwella's mane. He didn't care that he had an audience to the scene he was making. He was too happy to care what anyone else thought. Fwella was there, and that's all that he could care about.
/Draco/ A warm, familiar voice said in his mind. /I've missed you something terrible./
A warm, familiar voice said in his mind.Draco laughed and pulled away. "It's not even been a month, you silly horse."
A huge smile graced Draco's lips, causing Blaise to look at Fwella oddly. He never saw Draco smile as widely as he did with Fwella any time else. Fwella held a power of the blond boy that made him happy no matter what.
Fwella pushed Draco away with her nose. /I haven't seen you in a long time, Sir Blaise./
Blaise gave Fwella a half-smile. "Life with my family has had me unfortunately busy, Fair Lady. But now you are here and I shall be forced to slay Sir Draco if he monopolizes your time." Blaise flirted. "And after the horrible dragon is slain we may ride off into the sunset like proper lovers." He finished with a bow.
Fwella's high pitched, eerily human-like laugh sounded forth. /Don't raise an old horses hopes up, there. In any case, if the Beast named Draco was so easy to kill, I'd've done it long ago./
"How true." Blaise agreed.
"Yeah," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "Let's just plot out my demise in front of me. How stupid could you both be?"
/Sorry, love./ Fwella said, nibbling at Draco's hair. /You've just rubbed off on us./
Fwella said, nibbling at Draco's hair.Blaise laughed and Draco tried to look offended.
(-)
Ron watched from across the lake, mentally torn. He wanted to go great Fwella, but the presence of Blaise prevented him. Had Draco been alone, there would've been no question in the matter, and Ron would be over there with Fwella at that moment. But Blaise was there in his place, and Ron resented that.
Why should he be forced to watch across the lake when Draco was over there with Fwella? It wasn't fair that he couldn't be with his friends because of someone else. He knew he should just march over there and great the Pegasus without a worry, like he would've done just a few months before.
But, something in his mind stopped him. He didn't want to harm the growing friendship he had with Draco in anyway. Blaise was Draco's best friend, everyone in school knew that. If Blaise didn't like him, then Draco would have another force pushing him away from Ron. The thought of that happening hurt Ron more than he thought it should.
(-)
/Draco, darling./ Fwella whispered in Draco's mind. /Why is Ron over there instead of over here with us/
Fwella whispered in Draco's mind.Draco gave no vocal or mental indication that he'd answered Fwella's inquiry. He just subtlety looked over at Ron, then Blaise before looking straight into Fwella's eyes. Fwella noticed the barest hint of nod of Draco's head. Too small to be truly considered a true nod, but to Fwella is was way too deliberate to be anything but.
Fwella's mind began to work through all the possibilities of what Draco had just told her. It was true that Ron was over there, clearly wanting to great her, but was being kept on the sidelines by the presence of Blaise. It was also true, she knew, that Ron was a Gryffindor, and being such would never associate willingly with Slytherins. Add to the fact that Draco was one of the Slytherins, it was being quite clear why a lake separated them.
Not only would Ron be putting himself into the glaring eyes of inquisition if he came over to say hello, but he would be shoving Draco into the light as well, with Blaise as a witness to the scene. Any normal person wouldn't have even come out if there was the risk of their friends being suspicious of them, but Ron's love for his friends drew him out.
But wouldn't that put him at odds with his other friends?
Fwella's mind began to swirl and she stopped thinking about it. Ron wasn't saying hi because of Blaise, and she left it at that in her mind. She knew that they'd speak later. She'd make sure of it even if she had to leave some hoof prints in some skulls to do it. Fwella laughed at the sudden mental image of her standing talking to Ron with Draco's head beneath her hoof.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked, half knowing what she was most probably thinking of.
/The thought of me standing on your head./ Fwella honestly said. /Nothing more, nothing less. Just wanna crush your skull, you're so cute./
Fwella honestly said.The three of the laughed at the weirdness of her statement.
(-)
It wasn't until the mid afternoon when Draco and Fwella were finally left alone. Blaise had to go off and do something that Draco was pretty sure he'd made up and Hagrid, who'd stopped by to chat with Fwella, was gone as well.
/Oh love, I've missed you./ Fwella whispered, nuzzling Draco's ear after a long comfortable silence.
Draco grinned, raising his hand to cup her cheek. "Oh Fwella, Fwella, Fwella. You've no idea how badly I've missed you, and it's only been two weeks. How are possibly going to survive this year?"
/With lots of letters and visits home./ Fwella said before they fell into silence once again.
Fwella's ears twitched at the sound of approaching foot steps. She didn't alert Draco to a visitor since she knew those footsteps and from the way Draco had shifted and the small smile she saw on his lips, she knew that he knew.
"It's good to see you again, Fwella." Ron's voice drifted on a soft wind to their ears.
Draco sat up and turned to face the red head. "Come on and sit and chat." He invited.
Ron smiled back, taking a seat across from the two of them and resting against a tree.
/It's great to see you Ron./ Fwella said. /It's wonderful to see that Draco hadn't killed you./
Fwella said.Ron laughed. "No worries there. That scrawny thing couldn't hurt a fly, let alone me."
Fwella laughed as Draco threw grass at Ron. "Shut up. You know bloody well that I could beat your arse any damn day."
Ron smirked. "You sure about that?" He challenged. "I did have the twins for brothers. Trust me, nothing you do can compare to what they did."
Draco chucked and settled back against Fwella. "You've got me there."
Fwella laughed softly again. /You two are dorks./ She told them before giggling.
Draco threw grass at Fwella. "Am not, you halfwit."
/I'd rather be a halfwit than a dumb blond/ Fwella retorted. Ron laughed hysterically as the two broke into a hearty round of insults.
Draco glared over at Ron. "What's so funny?" He demanded. Ron could see the mischievous spark in his eyes even though his face and body language screamed rage.
"Your face, of course!" Ron said between laughs.
With Fwella's neighing laugh at that remark the three broke into giggles and insults.
(-)
Just before dinner Draco and Ron were forced to say good night to Fwella, and attend dinner and then perform their prefect duties.
She watched them walk off together with soft eyes. She could see it, even if they couldn't. After being with Draco so long, she knew just from the way he acted and what unconsciously did. Fwella hummed to herself and began plotting in her mind what to do. It was so very obvious to her that Draco was totally smitten and she was more than half certain that Ron felt the same way.
(-)
After dinner Draco walked back to his dorm with a slight spring in his step. Fwella was there, and that was all he needed to be happy. He opened his trunk with a quick flick of the wrist and began rummaging through its contents. He searched for his box of music orbs and upon finding it, pulled it out and tossed it onto his bed.
He stared at the closed box for a moment, thinking of what he wanted to listen to. He nodded his head when he finally came up with a decision. He pulled out an orb he hadn't listened to in a long time with a small smile on his lips. Once turned on it glowed a soft, shimmering blue. The orb waited in the air, hovering silently, for Draco to tell it which song to play.
"Kimi ni aitakute." Draco finally said before placing the orb against his temple. Once he was ready to leave, he walked out through the door, half hearing the world around him and half hearing Gackt's voice in his head.
Draco began his rounds with low humming to the songs in his head. He abruptly stopped at the sound of voices in the hall he was about to turn into. He paused the song he was listening to then and listened solely upon the voices, recognizing them without any hesitation.
"Cut the crap!" Hermione suddenly harshly said, breaking off Ron's ramblings. "Ronald all we want to know is happened that changed you!"
"I grew up!" Ron's voice said with frustration tearing through it as if he'd said those words many times and was never believed.
"But it's Malfoy!" Harry's voice cut in with disgust.
"He's not what you think." Ron said roughly through his teeth. Draco dared a peek around the corner. Hermione and Harry had Ron backed up against the wall, moonlight sparsely decorating their faces.
"And what does that mean?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide and pleading. To Draco it looked like she alone wanted to truly understand what was going on while Harry only wanted to know why his friend betrayed him. Ron lowered his eyes and looked away. From Draco's distance he couldn't tell if the boy was blushing or not.
"I told you before." Ron said miserably. "Why don't you listen?"
Harry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "We always listen. You just don't make sense!" He snapped
Draco could see Ron visibly recoil and then move as if to lash back. Draco couldn't help himself and hadn't realized he was moving until his fist connected with Harry's jaw.
"Draco!" "Malfoy!" Ron and Hermione cried out at the same time as they watched Harry fall to the ground.
Hermione fell to her knees next to the visibly enraged Harry while Ron had wrapped his arms around Draco, hauling him off the ground and pinning his arms to his side. Even though his arms were restrained, his voice was not and Draco intended to use it to its fullest.
"You fucking bloody arsehole!" Harry screamed. "I'll kill you!"
Draco spat at him. "Shut your fucking mouth!" He hissed. "You worthless piece of trash! When do you ever listen to Ron? When! Do you even ask him his opinion or do you think only of your bloody self?"
"Draco, stop." Ron said, tightening his hold on the struggling boy.
Hermione was restraining Harry as best she could but she couldn't stop him from punching Draco in the gut. "Harry!" Hermione cried, pulling him back to her.
"Is that all you've got?" Draco growled, finally breaking free of Ron's arms. "I expected better from the Great Savior." He sneered.
Neither Hermione or Ron could stop the two from charging each other in a primal, animalistic clash. Ron and Hermione watched in horror as the two boys ripped into each other with all the leashed in anger of the past years.
In the flurry of arms, legs and teeth it was hard to tell who would be the victor. It wasn't until Draco slammed his fist one last time into Harry jaws before staggering to his feet that it was shown who'd one. Draco wiped away the blood running down his lips with the back of his wrist before spitting blood on Harry's prone form.
Draco felt pride racing through his body. He'd won a fight. He'd finally won a physical fight. He knew at least one rib was broken, his ankle hurt like hell and he couldn't feel his left hand or his face, but he'd never felt better. Looking down upon Harry's much more beaten body, he felt a rush of pride in himself and a desire to kill. Harry looked weak and pathetic, so very easy to squish like a bug. Draco finally understood what his father felt after every fight and after every muggle killed.
Ron watched as Draco's face went from pride to ashen. His eyes were wide as Draco stumbled to the side and began to throw up against the wall while moaning 'no' so low that only Ron could barely hear it.
Harry raised himself up onto his feet with Hermione's help, the whole while glaring hate at Draco and Ron. He was about to open his mouth when footfalls froze them all in their tracks. Hermione and Ron whispered quick cleaning spells before hauling the beaten boys off in different directions.
By the time Snape had reached the hall the only thing remaining was a shimmering blue orb. Snape bent over, picking it up and staring at it for a moment before turning it off. He knew exactly who the orb belong to and would find out why it was there in the morning.
(-)
Draco groaned as Ron roughly sat him down on a desk in an abandoned room. Draco watched Ron's lips move through blurry eyes but couldn't make out the words. He felt like absolute hell. He hadn't felt so bad since the last time his father had taken the cane to him.
He stared blankly as Ron set about cleaning and healing the visible wounds on his body. A thought occurred to Draco suddenly and he barked out a laugh that quickly turned into a groan.
"Two fights in two days." Draco explained through a swollen lip. "Blaise beat me yesterday." Draco winced as the sound of his own voice hurt his head worse.
"I thought you two were close friends." Ron said as he patched up a cut on Draco's arm.
"We are." Draco said. "He wanted to know somethin' I didn't wanna say."
"And that is?" Ron asked.
Draco tried to smile but it hurt to much. "If I didn't wanna tell him, I'm not telling you."
"Oh? And why's that?" Ron asked, sitting back on his heals so he could stare into Draco's eyes.
Draco felt his heat skip a beat. Ron saw all the emotion be cut out of Draco's eyes without any warning. Draco stood up clumsily as he shoved Ron away. "None of your business." He hobbled over to his robes, grabbing them before turning to door. "Just go back to your friends and forget. 'S better for you."
Ron watched as Draco fumbled away. He stood in shocked silence as Draco walked out of the room. Once out of the room, Draco shoved his hand deep into the pocket of his robe and pull out his small crystal vile. He uncorked it with slight difficulty, his right hand not wanting to work as well as it should, before he downed it in one gulp. The blissfully numbness quickly spread.
"What was that?" Ron's voice broke through and into his mind.
Draco didn't bother turning. "Nothing. Just go away." Draco could feel his tongue getting heavier as he spoke. He thought it was weird that the potion was working so quickly before he realized that he'd forgotten to dilute it.
"You're a prick." Ron told him, his fist clenched at his sides and his eyes narrowed.
Draco opened his mouth to say that he was but was introduced to the floor before he could. The last thing he remembered hearing was Ron gasping his name in shock.
TBC
THANKS, as always, TO!
Siren713! Aw, I love Fwella too. Naw, Blaise is one of those friends who's always there, even if they drift apart. Thanks so much for sticking with this through my temporary death! And if I ever die again, just start poking me repeatedly until I do what you want.
Meirta! huggles Anything for you. Absolutely anything for you. Heh, I can't thank you enough for giving me that push to start writing again. Anything you want, just tell me. Hehe, Fwella's gotta come back, those block heads wouldn't do anything without her rough pushing. I don't understand how Slytherin can't have friendships in some fics. They may be Slytherins, but they're still kids. Kids need friends, especially while they're teens. And I like Blaise, besides, he's just mentioned enough to create a base to play with.
skinnyrita! Lol, sorry sorry! Here's more! Just don't hurt me, lol. Thanks so much for the review!
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Mushi Kararu! dies laughing How much does it cost to have your mad narrator skillz? Hehe, I hope this pleases you oh Mighty Narrator!
Kari Morgana Black! Hehe, trust me, I want to get to the boy lovin' too but I'm trying to keep this as realistic as possible. Heheh, maybe my need for boy lovin' will leak into some one shots, or side stories. Or something.. Hehe, we'll leave everything up to Fwella, she'll get those boys to censor
RYan Schiff! Thanky very much. Heheh, that line was half made up as I wrote, half not. M'friend Bryan likes to say something like that every time he dumps someone and it's just infested my thoughts.