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A/N: Before you lies an interesting chapter…enjoy if you dare…MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Draco's POV
'Damn, I love waking up with her.'
Brie and I had snogged each other senseless last night and counted it as an apology. By the time said snogging episode was done it was 1am and Brie had opted to simply stay the night with me. We hadn't gone anywhere new physically, but this was our first real fight. We had come out on top like always. "Please, you just want to come out on top of Brie." Retorted my evermore-annoying-always-right-inner. True, my sexual desire for Brie grows every day, but that will make things that much better when the day comes.
Brie started to stir in the middle of my little me vs. inner battle. She woke up and smiled. "Hi." I leaned down and kissed her. "Hi." She giggled.
Brie's POV
Time really flew by this year at Hogwarts. It seemed I had simply woken up one morning and it was February. Draco was really tense today. I mean, I know he's been tense all year, but he still doesn't want to tell me what's wrong. "It would be unsafe for you to know." He'd always say if I brought it up. Neither I nor Cho, Millie, or Daphne could understand it. And I don't think Vince, Greg, or Blaise knew what was up either.
Draco wouldn't touch breakfast this morning. "Draco, you should eat. You have a quidditch match today!" "No I don't" he muttered. "I quit last week." That blew my mind. "D-Draco? Why? You love quidditch!"he shook his head. "It's the problem isn't it? Won't you please tell me so I can help?" "NO." "Ok." I said quietly.
Draco drew himself up in a long sigh. "Brie, I want to tell you, but it could endanger you." "I don't care." I huffed. He chuckled for the first time in forever and gave me a sideways hug. Then his dark mood settled back over and continued to surround him until it was time for us to go to D.A.D.A.
"Hello class. This month will bestow you with a project. This project will count for 15% of your overall average, so incorporate details, time, effort, creativity, and knowledge as best as you can. However, as best as you can cannot be expected to be well at all for some of the novices I teach." Said professor Snape with a nasty look towards Neville Longbottom.
"Professor, will you please just tell me what I will be dealing with this month other than my PMS symptoms plus yours?" I asked casually. I heard sniggers break out across the classroom. I gave a nod to Neville, who blushed and smiled a thank you. I could feel Draco roll his eyes across the table. I turned to him and glared playfully. He barely smiled.
I frowned. He looked so pale and thin and tired. I ran a careful hand across his cheek; he leaned into me for only a second before I was ripped away by professor Snape. "Miss Stoker, if you could kindly move to the empty seat across the room." He gestured to a seat at a table that had remained empty for quite a while. I shakily raised a pointed finger. "There?" "Snape nodded.
"P-Professor! I apologize for my actions, but I-I can't sit there! Not where they sat! It's not right…" I whispered. I could remember Pansy and Theo sitting t that table only months ago. I can see their smiling faces and hear their lover's giggles. If I sat at that table, those sounds and sights would consume and haunt my soul for an entire class period. That there folks is somethin' even darn tootin' Brie Stoker can't handle!
And Snape knew I couldn't handle it. I could feel the cogs turning in my head. If I didn't wan't all that, I would have to refuse to sit there, and If I refused to sit there, I would be asked to leave class, and if I left class, I wouldn't get the details on the 15% of our grade project! DAMN
"Just leave" whispered Draco. "I'll tell you everything later; I'll even take notes! I promise…" "Mr. Malfoy, if you could kindly leave miss Stoker to her thoughts…unless she has thoughts she shouldn't have…" Snape addressed Draco harshly and gave him a pointed look. 'Snape knows about the problem and I don't? What the hell?' "Professor, I refuse to sit in that seat." I stated as firmly as possible considering my current frustration.
Snape pondered my rebellion for a moment. "You may be dismissed from class Miss Stoker." I nodded my head to both Snape and Draco and made for the exit. "Actually Miss Stoker, I've had quite enough of your constant rebellion. Go see professor Dumbledore. The password to his ward is 'acid pops'. Now please be off." "Fine. I'll go and tell Dumbledore how my potions teacher professor Snape insisted I sit in my dead best friend's seat. Good day!" I said cruelly.
I reached Dumbledore's office quickly and stated the ridiculous password to the eagle statue. It began to swivel and I climbed the stairs to my current destination. I arrived in a circular room fillewd with pictures of past headmasters. "Good morning, Miss Stoker. How may I assist you this lovely day?" Voiced Dumbledore as he wound himself out from behind his desk.
"I, Sir, was sent by Professor Snape due to my 'Constant Rebellion'" I said with a fake air of aristocracy. "My Defense against the Dark Arts instructor insisted I sit in the seat which previously belonged to Pansy Parkinson. Pansy and I were close, and when she died, it crushed me. I refused to sit in that seat and was sent to you."Dumbledore smiled his weird smile. "In that case, Brie dear, come and have a bit of tea."
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My interview/tea with Headmaster Dumbledore had been odd. I was thinking it over now that it was done and I sat by the warm fire in the common room. He had asked me many questions that seemed to note that he knew me rather well. He asked of my home and business in Godric's hollow, my dorm room comforts, and eventually got to my relationship with Draco Malfoy. That part was a wee bit awkward. He asked me about that more than anything else. When he was finished, he asked me a strange question, and asked it in a manner that suggested he had asked the question many times before. "Miss Stoker, is there anything you wish to tell me?" he had said. "I wish I did."
It had been a tense moment that I wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. I really had to talk to Draco about this problem he had. I needed to know what was practically destroying his mind and body, why Snape knew and I didn't, and why it was so important that he have it taken care of. Draco walked into the common room looking tired and dejected as usual.
"Draco?" He seemed to jump a little at the sound of my voice. "Brie? Love? Oh, there you are. Did you want the notes? Here," He rambled as he dug through his bag for the notes. "Draco..." I said calmly, placing a hand on his trembling one. He froze, then sighed and sank onto the sofa next to me. "C'mon, lay back." He listened to me 'for once' and fell back on top of me, resting his head on my shoulder.
He stared blankly at the ceiling with tired eyes. I locked my arms around his shoulders and let my folded hands rest against his chest. "I am so beyond tired Brie." I kissed his head "I know." "It'll be over soon. Then I can sleep and sleep and sleep…" he was starting to drift right there. "Go to sleep love." "Am I hurting you?" he said, gesturing to our bodies. "No, but you would be more comfortable in bed." He nodded, too tired to talk, and stood up.
We walked down to his dorms. The other boys had all already gone to bed. Draco slid out of his clothing until he was down to boxers 'drool' and I was already in my PJ shorts and tank top. I slid into bed and he slid in next to me. He scooted up to where I was and slid an arm around my waist. I wound my fingers into his. We slept.
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'This project sucks'
Draco had informed me of the dirty details of the project this morning. We had to chose a potion of difficult standards, research it, write an essay, brew it, and send a sample and said essay into Snape at the end of February. 'Seriously? He doesn't even teach potions anymore and we get a potions project.' I was currently snuggled in the library with m text book Advanced Potion-Making and trying to locate a good potion.
I had been sitting here for hours already. Then a page with lots of glitter and cursive words caught my eye. I flipped the book open to the sparkly page and read:
Everlasting Bond Potion
The everlasting bond potion creates a bond between two drinkers drinking the potion from the same brew. The potion has a great many dangerously obtained ingredients including poisonous leeches, tantacular leaves, bubotuber pus, and powdered root of nightshade. When combined correctly with the Draught of living death, it creates a potion powerful enough to save a person from death. This is a reference to ancient magic, which revolves around love and death. Considering the scenario when 2 people have ingested this potion, should one be on the verge of death, the other may utter the incantation 'servus sempiternus' and their roles will reverse. The one who cast the spell will accept the other drinkers fate. Their pain becomes yours. It takes sheer compassion and will to perform this magic, which is why it is most often used in events such as weddings. It was part of the first ever magical marriage and is still frequently used today as a test of fate and care.
Total ingredients and recipe are as follows:
6 Poisonous leeches (preferably dead 4.5 hours)
1 pint Bubotuber pus
15 tantacular leaves (fresh/ still wriggly)
1/17th cup powdered nightshade
2 tsp. powdered unicorn horn
1 stewed baby mandrake
A drop of blood (no more, no less!) from the two intended drinkers
Instructions: Place leeches, bubotuber pus, and mandrake in large bowl. Mash together until ingredients resemble bloody applesauce. Place other ingredients (Except blood) in separate bowl and blend well. Add blended mixture to applesauce-ish mix to form a thick paste. Cream this paste into a pre-prepared Draught of living Death (Pg. 10) and serve to two drinkers. Be warned to destory the rest. Have the two drinkers place a drop of their blood into their cup and then switch cups. DO NOT DRINK FROM YOUR OWN CUP. Enjoy your beverages (Hint: A lemon wedge will make all the difference! Happy Brewing!)
I found the potion to be extremely grim, but definitely capable of giving me some excellent potions points. The ingredients and procedure were both expensive and complex, and this book alone gave me plenty of background information for the essay. It would be difficult, but it would blow Snape out of the water. I figured I'd write to Mr. and Mrs. Crabbe and send a list of the ingredients I'd need. That way I could get all the stuff for free.
For now I had been in this damn room to long. I packed away my books and things and headed down to the dungeons. I got to the common room to see Cho and Greg snogging heavily on the couch. "AHEM" I said with teasing smile. They came apart with a wet popping sound and looked at me. "Oh, hey Brie." Said Cho calmly, and continued with her previous actions.
"HEY!" "What? Do you not remember the incident at Malfoy Manor while I was in the room?" I thgouht for a moment. "OH YEA! As you were." Cho nodded and continued to drown her tounge in Greg's mouth. I let loose a large sniffle. "My baby's growing up!"With that, I headed up to the girl's dorms to write my letter to the Crabbe family.
I entered the girl's dormitory of the Slytherin dungeons only to see slut #1 sitting on her bed, flipping through a magazine. "Hey Ass-whore-ia, grass gotten any greener on your side?" She sent me a death glare and tossed her magazine to the floor. "Draco Malfoy wants me bitch. The only reason he didn't jump my ass is because he knew you guys were there. Just stay away from him, he's sort of taken " I laughed at her foolish antics. 'Yea he is. By ME' "Really? Thanks for letting me know. I would have never snogged him senseless and spent the night in his arms if I knew."
"You slut!" She screeched. "You hypocrite!" I sarcastically imitated her. She huffed out of the room; 'thank goodness' I thought to myself. I settled down into my snuggly unmade bed and took out a book, a piece of parchment, a quill, and a pot of purple ink. I got adjusted, placed the parchment on the book for a flat surface, dipped my quill, and began to write.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Crabbe,
Hello! How is the shop coming along? Are you lot well? All is well, I hope. As it turns out, I'm in need of a few potions ingredients. Bubotuber pus, unicorn horn, poisonous leeches (dead, if you please), tantacular leaves, powdered root of nightshade, and a baby mandrake. Please send me a package as soon as possible, it's for a school project. Thanks a bunch!
Forever yours,
Brie Stoker
I finished the letter and decided I would wrote to my friend in Godric's Hollow, Bonnie.
Dear Bonnie,
How art thou my sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania? Ha ha, Hogwarts is a fantastic place. How is everyone back home? Professor Yusher still boring up the entire town? Is you relationship with Aston going well? I hope so. I suppose you heard about Pansy and Theo, it was all over the daily prophet. Just in case you haven't, Pansy died in an automobile accident and Theo commited suicide a few days after just this past summer. It was awful. On to brighter subjects, Draco and I are still going strong. He has a problem though. (No, it's not Shori-phile-ism.) He refuses to tell me about it in fear of my safety, but it's really stressing him out and I'm really worried about him. You have any idea what it could be? I'm sending a few pictures of us and our friends. Send me some for the scrapbook!
Forever yours & love ya bunches,
Brie Stoker
As I finished up my letters and placed them neatly into envelopes, I felt two arms fling around my waist from behind. I must have been so caught up in my letters that I didn't hear owner of said arms come in. "Whatcha doin?" Draco muttered into my ear."Just writing to Vince's family for potion ingredients and my friend Bonnie from Godric's Hollow. Are you all rested up now?" I replied, placing a hand on his neck and craning around to look at him.
He nodded his head, brushing his nose against mine several times. I giggled and kissed him lightly. He kissed me back, and pushed the kiss deeper, slipping one of the hands encircling my waist down between my legs and the other up to one of my breasts. I moved the hand that wasn't on his neck down to his dick and groped him strongly. He bucked against my hand. "Brie…" He moaned. "Yes dear?" I said in a motherly voice, although it was a little breathy. He laughed a bit, then drew into a long silence. "…I can't think of damn thing to say…fuck it." And with that, we snogged.
A/N: *pant* well *pant* it's *pant* finally *pant* finished. This chapter took ages and im sorry it did. But hey, it's pretty good right? Leave me a review and tell me what you think! Thanks!
Sincerely,
Males-Music-Makeup
P.S.: I'm thinking of changing my penname. What do you guys think?