Author's Note/Disclaimer: B.B. King and Ray Charles are amazing jazz/blues
artists, they are probably the only real world pop culture I will use. I am
a big fan of blues anyway.
Chapter Six: The Dragon and the Shadow/Sleeping Hour
Ginny led Draco and Farrell through the maze of the third floor of the mansion, holding her arms behind her, her fingers interlocked. Draco was walking, his long muscular and slender arms crossed behind his head, his eyes shut seeming to let himself be led only by knowing Ginny's aura. Farrell could not help but spy a look at Draco out of the corner of his eye and he watched with pleasure.
"You just can't keep your eyes off'a me can you, Stillwell?" Draco said, grinning casually.
"Well, that was bold..." Farrell stated flatly, trying not too seem embarrassed.
The two exchanged glances, looking each other over from toe to head. Seemingly quite pleased with one another's bodies. Ginny watched the two, glowering and tapping her right foot out of frustration and urgency to get to her own bed.
"Will you two just get in and keep your 'activities' in a room..." Ginny said, since they'd been at the door of the Blues Study for just about 5 minutes now.
The two men eyed her, both trying to keep from grinning, as they walked into what was basically a blues hall gone bedroom. She laughed a bit ushering them in and closing the tall oak-looking doors tight behind them. The room was gorgeous, neither would have been surprised if people such as the great Ray Charles had played in here, possibly even B.B. King.
The walls were painted a lovely royal blue with floor and ceiling trim of old looking gold. The ceiling seemed miles high, which helped its acoustics, both wondered about this room. Harry, though lonely and whatnot, did not seem one for the blues. There was a set of fairly decent cots, about twin or queen size from what one could guess, and there was chest full of cover sets of all colors and material.
"My dad always said Potter was left with a ton of money..." Draco stated in awe of such a gorgeous room.
"I guess so..." Farrell said, in awe as well, as he reached for a set of black satin sheets.
Farrell began to set one of the cots with the soft and smooth black satin sheets, distracting himself, delicately tucking in all edges and so on. Draco crept behind Farrell, wrapping his arms around Farrell's waist and breathing him in. This took Farrell by surprise, having been so close to the bed, as he turned to look at Draco he felt back onto the black satin bed, catching his fall with her elbows.
Draco followed his movement, supporting himself above Farrell with his hands to the sheets, his arms holding him up as he looked Farrell in the eyes. Farrell looked back at him, trying not to grin too wide or seem to pleased, but he could not help himself.
"So you like this?" Draco smiled at him, teasing him before he muttered something and the lights went out.
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"Hermione, do you think we should let Draco into the Order...?" Ron asked casually. "I think he'd be a useful asset to us, if that's was you mean...." Hermione replied with a faint smile breaching her lips.
Ron smiled back, that was not what he meant but he did understand her side on that. He laid there in his and Hermione's bed, his arm around her back and shoulder. He took in a deep breath looking at her in the fading light of their room. He watched her slowly fall asleep in his arms, hugging her a bit without awakening her or anything.
"Goodnight my dear..." he whispered faintly into her ear.
He shut of the lamp and soon after dozed off, still holding Hermione close. Her hands crept about Ron's waist in her slumber, they now slept in each other's arms. The night enveloped them, as well as the rest of the large mansion's inhabitants.
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Harry finally reached his own room, strolling in lazily and turning on his lamp, he muttered something, following his words his overhead light went out. He sighed, shuffling off his shoes, nudging them away from the bed he had just sat down on. He laid back, closing his and losing himself in thought.
He moved her right forearm over his eyes with a frown as he shook his head. Draco could not have been 'checking' me out, I know Farrell is well... But Draco, no! He tossed and turned a bit on his bed, heaving a heavy sigh he moved his arm, opening his eyes.
He flicked off his lamp, staring into a dark abyss, not an ounce of light shown into the room. He frowned and slowly drifted to sleep.
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Fred, George and Lee got into their beds in the Joke Room, the 'funniest' room in the mansion. They talked for a little while, but only inaudible whispers. They did not want to discuss the Order or anything to do with Draco, they fell asleep quickly.
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Neville was still upset as he huffed into the Dark Room, which was his, though it used to be the host for a photographer it was now his room in the mansion. He sighed as he closed the door, he was the only one with a room on the first floor. The Joke Room was on the 3rd floor with Ron and Hermione's room 'The Lovers' Den', while The Hero's Throne was Harry's room on the 4th floor with the Blues Study.
"God, why does Draco have to come here now.... If only..." Neville thought to himself, having no idea what he wanted to say.
He curled up a bit on his bed, pulling the comforter over him and pulling the low light chain to turn off the light in his little room.
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Remus got to his room, which was outside for such nights when the moon calls his beast within. He enjoyed his 'hut' outside, he liked nature more than confining stone walls. He yawned loudly as he hit his bed with faint thunk. He stretched a bit, the darkness outside made his hut get pitch black anyway, so he just dozed off to 'dreamland'.
Chapter Six: The Dragon and the Shadow/Sleeping Hour
Ginny led Draco and Farrell through the maze of the third floor of the mansion, holding her arms behind her, her fingers interlocked. Draco was walking, his long muscular and slender arms crossed behind his head, his eyes shut seeming to let himself be led only by knowing Ginny's aura. Farrell could not help but spy a look at Draco out of the corner of his eye and he watched with pleasure.
"You just can't keep your eyes off'a me can you, Stillwell?" Draco said, grinning casually.
"Well, that was bold..." Farrell stated flatly, trying not too seem embarrassed.
The two exchanged glances, looking each other over from toe to head. Seemingly quite pleased with one another's bodies. Ginny watched the two, glowering and tapping her right foot out of frustration and urgency to get to her own bed.
"Will you two just get in and keep your 'activities' in a room..." Ginny said, since they'd been at the door of the Blues Study for just about 5 minutes now.
The two men eyed her, both trying to keep from grinning, as they walked into what was basically a blues hall gone bedroom. She laughed a bit ushering them in and closing the tall oak-looking doors tight behind them. The room was gorgeous, neither would have been surprised if people such as the great Ray Charles had played in here, possibly even B.B. King.
The walls were painted a lovely royal blue with floor and ceiling trim of old looking gold. The ceiling seemed miles high, which helped its acoustics, both wondered about this room. Harry, though lonely and whatnot, did not seem one for the blues. There was a set of fairly decent cots, about twin or queen size from what one could guess, and there was chest full of cover sets of all colors and material.
"My dad always said Potter was left with a ton of money..." Draco stated in awe of such a gorgeous room.
"I guess so..." Farrell said, in awe as well, as he reached for a set of black satin sheets.
Farrell began to set one of the cots with the soft and smooth black satin sheets, distracting himself, delicately tucking in all edges and so on. Draco crept behind Farrell, wrapping his arms around Farrell's waist and breathing him in. This took Farrell by surprise, having been so close to the bed, as he turned to look at Draco he felt back onto the black satin bed, catching his fall with her elbows.
Draco followed his movement, supporting himself above Farrell with his hands to the sheets, his arms holding him up as he looked Farrell in the eyes. Farrell looked back at him, trying not to grin too wide or seem to pleased, but he could not help himself.
"So you like this?" Draco smiled at him, teasing him before he muttered something and the lights went out.
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"Hermione, do you think we should let Draco into the Order...?" Ron asked casually. "I think he'd be a useful asset to us, if that's was you mean...." Hermione replied with a faint smile breaching her lips.
Ron smiled back, that was not what he meant but he did understand her side on that. He laid there in his and Hermione's bed, his arm around her back and shoulder. He took in a deep breath looking at her in the fading light of their room. He watched her slowly fall asleep in his arms, hugging her a bit without awakening her or anything.
"Goodnight my dear..." he whispered faintly into her ear.
He shut of the lamp and soon after dozed off, still holding Hermione close. Her hands crept about Ron's waist in her slumber, they now slept in each other's arms. The night enveloped them, as well as the rest of the large mansion's inhabitants.
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Harry finally reached his own room, strolling in lazily and turning on his lamp, he muttered something, following his words his overhead light went out. He sighed, shuffling off his shoes, nudging them away from the bed he had just sat down on. He laid back, closing his and losing himself in thought.
He moved her right forearm over his eyes with a frown as he shook his head. Draco could not have been 'checking' me out, I know Farrell is well... But Draco, no! He tossed and turned a bit on his bed, heaving a heavy sigh he moved his arm, opening his eyes.
He flicked off his lamp, staring into a dark abyss, not an ounce of light shown into the room. He frowned and slowly drifted to sleep.
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Fred, George and Lee got into their beds in the Joke Room, the 'funniest' room in the mansion. They talked for a little while, but only inaudible whispers. They did not want to discuss the Order or anything to do with Draco, they fell asleep quickly.
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Neville was still upset as he huffed into the Dark Room, which was his, though it used to be the host for a photographer it was now his room in the mansion. He sighed as he closed the door, he was the only one with a room on the first floor. The Joke Room was on the 3rd floor with Ron and Hermione's room 'The Lovers' Den', while The Hero's Throne was Harry's room on the 4th floor with the Blues Study.
"God, why does Draco have to come here now.... If only..." Neville thought to himself, having no idea what he wanted to say.
He curled up a bit on his bed, pulling the comforter over him and pulling the low light chain to turn off the light in his little room.
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Remus got to his room, which was outside for such nights when the moon calls his beast within. He enjoyed his 'hut' outside, he liked nature more than confining stone walls. He yawned loudly as he hit his bed with faint thunk. He stretched a bit, the darkness outside made his hut get pitch black anyway, so he just dozed off to 'dreamland'.