Ch. 5: Unconventional Woman
A/N: Hi there. Look, I haven't fallen off the edge of the earth! Yay-ness! Thank to all of those who reviewed. I'm only gonna answer a few, but thanks to you all!
ON VIS ZE SHOW, MUHYA DAHLINGS!
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Draco
jumped. "What?" He asked, confused. Snape smirked.
"I
asked you, Mister Malfoy, to step into my office for a moment. And,
if you wouldn't mind, wipe the drool off your face."
Draco stood up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He could feel
the eyes of the rest of the Potions class on him, and he glared
around at them. Someone in the back snickered, and Draco caught
Seamus's eye.
Give me a reason, Finnegan. Anything will do, I'm already dying to curse you into next year.
"Draco!
My office, if you don't mind!" Draco narrowed his eyes at Seamus,
and stepped through the narrow doors leading to Snape's personal
abode. He cooled his temper, and sat in one of the two squashy chairs
in the small room.
"Sev, we have to stop meeting like
this." Draco said, groaning as he stretched out, throwing his legs
over the arm of the chair. Severus grinned.
"Shut up boy.
We have matters to discuss." Draco lazily raised an eyebrow at his
Potions master.
"I'm serious, Sev. Half the school
already thinks I've been in your robes, and you have that
particular batch of Gryffindors convinced now." Severus
frowned, and looked over at the boy.
"Well, unconvince
them. We have more important things to worry about. You dear father
has sent me an owl with the date of the next meeting. He wants you to
be there." Draco sat up, slightly shocked.
"Father has
never wanted me at a meeting before. What do you think is going on?
Have you heard anything?" Severus tensed, and looked Draco straight
in the eye.
"Draco…At the last meeting, I heard the Dark
Lord speaking to one of his followers. He said they were running out
of Death Eaters. I don't mean to worry you, but they may want
yourself and your friends to receive the Mark." Severus said,
watching his student closely. Draco started, but quickly tried to
cover his shock. He was unsuccessful. The elder man swallowed hard.
"Drake... I'm so sorry. C'mere, son, you're shaking."
"No... No, I'm fine. What can we do to prevent my attending
this meeting without giving ourselves away?" the boy asked
quietly.
"We would be considered traitors if they found
out... But He hasn't gotten information from my mind yet. Perhaps you
could fake an injury? No excuse other than you being incapacitated
would be acceptable for the Snake."
Draco nodded, trying
to clear his head. "You're sure you could hide the truth? Sev, I
cannot get the Mark. You know that better than anyone."
"Yes, Draco. You're like my own child, and I will protect you in
any way possible." He glanced at an hourglass on a nearby shelf.
"Go finish your potion. Class is almost over. And for gods sake,
get your head out of the clouds! I don't know whats gotten into you
lately, but it is interfereing with your work." Draco gave the
man a strong smile, and turned to leave the office when Severus'
voice stopped him. "Draco... You know you can talk to me about
anything, right? No matter what?" Draco sighed.
"Of
course, Sev. Can I go now?" His teacher nodded, and Draco
returned to his potion. Severus frowned. Something was up with that
boy, and damned if didn't find out what.
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Four
hours Later...
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"HARRY!
QUIT IT! I'LL OWL RON'S MUM!" Seamus squealed, giggling. Ron
doubled over, laughing harder, and Hermione was shaking with
restrained giggles. Harry lifted his wand, and gasped out the counter
spell. Seamus immediately got 'The Look.'
"Harry James
Potter, next time, you will regret it. Tickle me if you want, but use
your own hands, not a spell! At least give me a chance to fight
back!" Seamus said, his face flaming red from laughing. Ron
raised an eyebrow. Walking in on the boys doing...stuff...
had made him realize that the relationship wasn't going away. They
had dragged him, unconcious, down to the common room. He woke up to
Hermione muttering 'Ennervate!' and turned scarlet when her
remembered why he had passed out. Harry had whispered an
apology to him, as well as a warning not to tell Hermione. She would
undoubtedly not approve. The odd thing was, his watch told him he had
been passed out for almost a half hour. However, when he asked Seamus
about this, he had received a wink, which told him that he didn't
want to know.
They
were in the common room now, and they were the only ones. Everyone
else had taken themselves outside or to the Great Hall, but being
friends with Hermione Granger had its setbacks. She told them that
they could 'go play like children' after
their homework had done. But Harry and Seamus had started
play-dueling, and the concentration had been broken.
Seamus
threw his arms around Harry's neck, and whispered something in his
ear. Harry blushed, and Hermione giggled. She thought Harry
and Seamus were 'decidedly cute together,' and Ron grinned at Harry's
discomfort.
"Guys, we have to finish this essay." Hermione said. The four friends went back to their scrolls, and sat in a contemplative silence, pointing out information to eachother every few minutes. They looked up, almost as one, when the portrait swung open. A woman entered. She was short, with long, wavy blonde hair and a friendly smile. She had startling blue-green eyes, and strode into the common room as though she owned the place. Ron's eyes traveled over her appreciatively. She was wearing a white halter top that showed a good amount of cleavage, a blue jean jacket that hugged all the right places, and skintight blue jeans that flared at the ends. She was barefoot. Ron was just about to let out a low whistle when-
"Mum!"
Seamus cried joyfully, almost throwing Harry off the couch as he
jumped out of the other boys arms. "What the bloody hell are you
doing here?" He asked, pulling the woman into a tight hug.
"Well, what do you think I'm doing here, boy? I came to meet
you new boyfriend, of course. Harry Potter...Son, you don't make life
easy, do you?" she said, untangling herself from Seamus and
turning towards Harry. There was no trace of an Irish accent in her
voice, a fact which, combined with the outfit, made Harry a bit
nervous. He swallowed.
"Uh... Seamus? Are you sure this
is your Mum?" Seamus laughed.
"Positive. But just
to make you feel better... Mum, what is the history behind my middle
name?" Seamus asked, grinning evilly at his mother.
"Ryan was the first boy to cast a contraceptive spell on me."
The woman answered without hesitation. Seamus nodded.
"Yup.
Thats my mum alright." Seamus said, holding in laughter at the
twin looks on Ron and Hermione's faces. "Swallow a bad bit of
Skelegrow, you two?"
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A/N: Welp, again, sorry about the wait. This has been a developing chapter so sorry if it seemed rushed, i just wanted to get it out there before one of you lovelies killed me. I'm wide open to all suggestions, as I barely have a ghost of an idea as to where to go with this. E-mail me, melenna at mugglenet dot com, and keep those wonderful reviws coming please!
Angelofdarkness: Umm…. Well thank you! But Seamus has always struck me as more dominating than Harry, and as a wise mind once told me, "Don't judge by appearances." Seamus is a quite aggressive, and very established, dom. Why don't you e-mail me, and we can talk more about this phenomenon. E-mail is Melenna at mugglenet dot com.
Mandie Black: You seriously named your cat after him? Heh heh. That's cute.
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