Disclaimer: I own nothing! All of the Harry Potter gang belongs to JKR and the markings under each eye of the "chosen" were inspired by KayFedewa, the most wonderful artist! Lol, but the idea for the "weapons of war" in this instance is mine, so no one take it, please?
Warnings: Slash/Yaoi/BL (between Harry and Draco, Harry being the topper, don't know who else other than them), Rating may change, some swear words, British slang later on (but I'll inform you on what they said).
Now Beta'd bythe wonderful ScreamForSOH, so go give her props cause I'll admit I'm not the best writer in the world and I make LOTS of mistakes, so she's in for a real treat.
Chapter Four: The Night at the Weasleys…..OF DOOM!!!!
Draco silently watched as Mrs. Weasley moved about the table and kitchen, setting out plates, dishes, and all this other stuff but not allowing Draco to help in any way, shape, or form. Which was ok with Draco, except the fact that now there was no one to talk to other then his reflection in the plates or Mrs. Weasley.
She could do or ask anything…and there would be no witnesses!
"So, how was your day, dear?"
The blonde quickly looked up at the woman, "Fine…busy, but fine."
"Really?" Mrs. Weasley looked surprised that her sons store would have that many customers.
Draco nodded, "The stores unusually popular these days…I think it's because of the devils with fur."
Before Mrs. Weasley could question the young blonde by what he meant by 'devils with fur', a thundering sound filled the room; alerting her that her herd was coming down the stairs.
"See?! I told you!" Ron's voice was heard as he and his two best friends were the first ones into the kitchen, where they were to eat that night.
Draco's back was to the Golden Trio, but when the blonde turned he tried not to notice how they kept looking at his markings and eyes instead of anything else. It was like when you notice someone with a handicap and you can't help but stare at it, even though you know it's rude. It was like there was a handicap on his face and they couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from it. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
Luckily he didn't have to suffer through that long as not seconds later when both Fred and George Weasley walked into the room with a bag. They sat on either side of Draco, stashing said bag under the blonde's chair.
"What's in it?" Draco whispered so no one would notice and comment, he had a feeling the twins didn't want people noticing the bag by the way they carried it in.
"Some stuff for the shop." Fred answered, leaning close to the blonde to mutter the exact contents—but had to quickly move away as Draco shot out of his seat and pointed at the second to last Weasley to arrive.
"They're everywhere! Spawn of Satan!!" Draco shouted, pointing at the red haired witch with a glare set in his eyes.
Ron immediately sat up in his seat across from Malfoy, where he and his friends had settled after they had been so coolly dismissed from Malfoy (which didn't make them any less happy), and started to growl out a smart reply when Fred cut him off.
"Dang it, George, we forgot Ginny's Pygmy Puff!"
And sure enough, right there on the youngest Weasley's shoulder was a small purple form of a Pygmy Puff, which seemed to be glaring at Draco.
"Devil with fur!! I hope you die!" Draco shouted, still pointing at the Pygmy Puff.
"Oh, so that was what he meant!" Mrs. Weasley muttered, a small smile appeared on her features.
The twins quickly started to explain, "Well, you see…" Fred started.
"---Draco doesn't like the Pygmy---" George joined in.
"---Puffs because he says they're too----"
"---cute and they kind of---"
"---attacked him one night when they got loose." Finally Fred finished explaining, acting as if Draco's reaction to the Pygmy Puff's was natural and happened often, which it probably did.
"I will kill every last one of your kind! You will not suck out the souls of the living and then take over the world only using humans as sacrifices, sex toys, and slaves!"
By this time Mrs. Weasley was wondering if it had been a good idea after all asking this particular Malfoy to her table.
"Draco, our sister---"
"—doesn't have a---"
"---soul."
"And I thought I told you two to stop doing that, makes it hard to tell which one is talking." Draco glared at the twins before walking determinedly towards the youngest Weasley, intent on getting her Pygmy Puff and destroying it once and for all.
Ginny, for one, was shocked but didn't do anything as the shorter of the two wrapped his arms around her neck and tried to snatch her little pet off her shoulder, muttering about "death by puff". Ginny blushed brightly and looked down at the blonde, not understanding that this was the evil guy at school that always made fun of her, unconsciously wrapping her arms around his small waist.
At this moment it was time for this authoress to change the point of view, sort of. So far in this epic story we have mainly been focusing on Draco's side of this story, and Dumbledore's…but, they aren't the only characters, are they? No, so now we'll chance it just a bit and look into the minds of two different characters…..Hermione and Harry.
First we take a look at Hermione, the smart one of the Golden Trio.
Hermione was having trouble understanding it all, processing all the information that was being unconsciously thrown at her.
The first thing she noticed was the strange new markings around Malfoy's eyes, something that hadn't been there only a few months ago. It was like they just appeared (she'll never know how right she was) and with them this new attitude completely. Which was another thing she noticed entirely, but that will come in later as she was still thinking over these strange markings. Anyway, at first Hermione felt as if she had seen eyes and markings like that before….then the Twins forced their way past her and her friends.
When the Twins did this it clicked in her mind, that's where she had seen strange markings like that before, in the Twins! They too had strange markings around their eyes and actual eyes. Sure Malfoy's was different, but the style was the same. Whatever happened to the Twins, who never told anyone the exact details of their change, had also happened to Malfoy.
Next was the sudden attitude change in Malfoy, which was strange to watch. The youngest Malfoy seemed at ease with the things around him, almost like Luna Lovegood, but in a more down to Earth sense. Hermione noticed that he was more willing to express his emotions facially instead of that mask everyone said he wore. And he had this slight craze in his eyes that she had only seen in the Weasley Twins before.
Hermione knew that the twins hadn't always been like that, had the markings on their faces she meant. All throughout Hermione's first, second, and third years at Hogwarts their face had been just like everyone else's. Their eyes had been like everyone else's….but in her fourth year the two boys had disappeared for a bit, only to return with different eyes and strange markings on their face---yet they told no one how they got them exactly. This worried everyone close to the Twin's because normally they'd tell the happenings to at least their father, but not even he knew what had happened to his children.
It was all too strange, but at least Hermione knew one thing…What ever happened to the Twins, had also happened to the Malfoy Heir and she wasn't going to stop until she knew!
Now a glance at Harry:
When Ron told them that Malfoy was coming to a Weasley dinner, Harry had thought that his friend had been joking—then he walked into the kitchen and actually saw Malfoy.
Strangely, Malfoy looked as if he shrunk over the summer, and gotten strange contacts and tattoos. They kind of looked like the Twins, but lighter, and… more beautiful. They matched him, like the Twins, but in a different way…Alright, so Harry couldn't explain it
And then Malfoy went crazy!
Somewhere deep inside Harry, he felt a fire ignite and burn in him. He felt like growling, watching as Malfoy and Ginny got close to each other, even if Malfoy was only after a Puff-thing.
How dare they get that close!!
Harry glared at the two that were so close, knowing he was angry at the fact that they were so close…but at who exactly? He didn't know…but we sure do…
By now, dear reader, you are probably shouting at your computer screen, wanting to know what exactly was happening with our dear Draco and Ginny….well…
"AH-HA, HA HA!!" Draco shouted happily, extracting the Pygmy Puff from the female Weasley's hair and quickly running towards the table and his seat. "Finally, took you long enough to figure out that I'm not going to let up until you die!" Draco growled at the small ball of puff before quickly dropping it into his glass of water and placing a heavy plate over it. Then Draco promptly leveled himself with the glass on the table, so he could watch as the purple ball of doom drowned in the cup.
Those gathered watched on in a sort of amazement as an evil and masochist light seemed to enter the blonde's strange new eyes and give him a look of a true demon, especially with that grin starting to spread over his features. Even Fred and George stared at the smaller blonde as if he had finally lost his mind, which really wasn't a bad thing in their minds. In fact, they looked as if Christmas had come earlier then last year!
"Arnold!" Ginny shouted, tears starting to appear in her eyes as she dove for the glass with her drowning pet.
"Why are you saving it? It's going to kill you in your sleep anyway, you should be thanking me!" Draco asked the female red head, completely ignoring how Ron, this whole time, was threatening him to never touch his family again.
Through this whole ordeal, Mrs. Weasley busied herself with finishing dinner and waiting for the last Weasley to show, the Father Unit, himself.
"Good evening, Weasleys!"
Speaking of said Father Unit…
Mr. Weasley stared at his dinning room in shock and horror, wondering if the end of the world had finally come or not. Mrs. Weasley, who had just finished putting the last dish on the table, sat down at the end of the table, facing the head as was her spot while the young people fought on either side of her.
Ron was standing and waving arms about like a mad man, shouting about stupid ferrets that couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Hermione, stood beside him, trying to get her friend to at least calm down, if not sit.
Across from Ron and Hermione were the twins; both watching on the fight happening right before them with a certain gleam in their eyes that screamed evil, plotting, and delight. The Weasley fathering unit didn't really wish to know exactly what the two twins were thinking, exactly, especially after their sixteenth birthday…
And there, the center of all attention stood his little girl, Ginny, clutching her wet and notably ruffled Pygmy Puff pet, glaring and yelling at a young blonde boy standing a few feet away from her. He had his arm's cross over his chest and looked as if he was trying to explain something very reasonable to Ginny, completely ignoring the shouting of her brother.
Finally, Mr. Weasley looked at the last person at the table, who seemed to be trying to make him self as unnoticeable as possible, and it was working if Mr. Weasley was any example. Harry sat on the other side of the shouting Ron and was watching the fight between the female red head and the Malfoy boy (for that was the only one Author could pin with that white of blonde hair and light colorings, even if the Malfoy boy now had strange markings around his closed eyes). Harry looked totally lost as he tried to figure out who was actually in the right around the table, but after a while he gave up and just started serving himself, minding not to eat. It was a tradition in the Weasley house to wait for everyone to be present…if possible, and if someone wasn't working over time…again…
Mr. Weasley, quite tired after a long day of work and not really needing to come home and deal with this fighting, cleared his throat loudly…trying in vain to get someone's attention. After several failed attempts at alerting the fighting table of his presence, Mr. Weasley was about to start yelling, which was very uncharacteristic of him, when someone else cleared their throat.
The effect was immediate, everyone was deathly silent and turned to the door where the dinning room led into the living area….only to meet the sight of one Albus Dumbledore wearing yellow and pink robes and looking all too smug with himself.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I need to have a word with young Mr. Malfoy, and young Mr. Fred and George Weasley….then I need to have a word with Harry." The old man smiled, "After that, I do believe that I should have dinner with you wonderful beings and tell you the most marvelous story about these things that muggles called 'motion pictures'!" Dumbledore finished giddily.
The three former mentioned boys all cast a look at each other that was missed by all save Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger. These three knew exactly why the Headmaster wanted to converse with them.
End Chapter
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