Paralyzer

Disclaimer: Nothing here is owned by me EXCEPT Jem, Bob, and Helga (they are my own creation and if you want to borrow THEM you have to ask ME), everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling and I don\'t make any money by posting this junk.



A/N: Ok, so drama over, I\'m back at home, and yes, I realize that I have sucked at updating on time lately, so I apologize for that. Here\'s a short recap of why I was in southern Cali, why my lap top cord ran away and, thus why I did not update last week at all. Alright so, show of hands, who read \'stay with me\' and knows about my problems with my pop? Basically, I hate him for being a drunken asshole, he hates me for being a girl, and neither one of us says more than two words to the other every couple of years, but he wanted to come up and see his grandbabies, ha, over my dead body I said, but Blondie convinced me so I agreed, but then the twins got chicken pox and we all got out of having to see him the one day he was in town. Thursday night week before last, just after I got off the computer where I was chatting with my friends, the phone rings. On the other line is a doctor at a hospital in Southern California. My brother and several of my friends live in So-Cal, but my brother recently joined the army so he\'s still in training over in texas and all of my friends were accounted for in other states or places, so I\'m confused as to why a doctor in an Emergency room in So-Cal is calling ME all the way up in S.F. until he says "Mrs. Lithos? Your father has been in a motorcycle accident and he is asking for you. Can you come down here immediately? There isn\'t much time." Now, I don\'t like my father, in fact, I\'m quite comfortable saying I hate him, and that the hate is mutual, but I jump on the next plane down anyway because maybe, just maybe, the old fucker wants to apologize for being an ass before he dies and we can have one of those tearful lifetime movie channel for women moments. I was in such a hurry that I forgot my power cord and my cell phone and a couple of other important things, and left the Babies all alone with Blondie. I get down there (an hour and a half flight) get a ride from my friend\'s brother (whose lap top I was borrowing) and breathlessly run into the hospital to see.....that my father is perfectly fine (ok, ok, he had some road rash, a little internal bleeding and a broken leg, but that\'s HARDLY fatal) and the REASON there was quote \'not much time\' was because a police officer was standing by ready to take him off to prison for drunk driving without a licence. Yep.....More at the bottom. For now, the chapter.





Chapter 9 "Patience is NOT a virtue! It\'s an annoyance!"







In all, being at school early was cool. There was no wait for the showers or the bathroom, the common room was empty so she could listen to whatever music she wanted, and the house-elves were practically wetting themselves they were so eagerto make her happy....so why wasn\'t Ginny loving having Gryffindor tower to herself?



"Because being patient with nothing and no one to distract you is fucking hard!" she whined at Sirius who had come up to see how she was settling in. "He told me he\'d send me a note after dinner and he hasn\'t yet! What\'s taking him so long?! Is writing a lesson plan that fucking hard???" ginny shouted, throwing her hands up in the air as she paced back and forth in front of the equally worried Sirius. Personally, Sirius didn\'t think rooming Harry with Draco was a very good idea, no matter how much either of them might have matured. It was like rooming a badger with a snake; one of them was going to swallow the other whole. Course, he couldn\'t know how utterly true that statement was....and frankly, if given the choice, he wouldn\'t want to know..."FUCK!"



"Language, Ginny." Sirius sighed, rubbing his temples, "It\'s not like you\'ve never fought with Harry before..." Ginny glared at him then began to tear up again....god Sirius sucked with teenagers... "Ok, ok, but you said he didn\'t really seem that angry when you left....maybe he just fell asleep. None of us got much sleep last night." he sighed again, "Just go to bed Ginny and talk to Harry in the morning."



"GAH!" Ginny threw her hands up in the air again, this time with a distinctly rude gesture and stormed off up the stairs to the girl\'s dorms and her own private room. Well, Sirius certainly couldn\'t let her get away with flipping the bird to a teacher, so he ran up after her...or at least...he tried to. Apparently the spelled staircase applied to male teachers too and he went sliding back down, landing hard on his ass.



"Stupid staircase..." He muttered, then shouted up, "Ginny! I\'m your teacher now so you should show a little more respect in the classroom! I WILL take away points if you flip me off again..." He turned then turned back again, "Oh, and sweet dreams!"



Ginny for her part simply screamed into her pillow....patience was so fucking annoying!!!





**************************





Harry sat mostly dazed on the couch, pants still unzipped, hair mussed and lips wonderfully brusied, and blinked at the door Draco had just retreated into. What had just happened? HAD it just happened? Did Draco really just suck him off and then walk away? Hell no! He wasn\'t going to except that!



Harry stood unsteadily, the room spinning just a little, and wove his way over to Draco\'s door, trying to push it open, but it was locked. A faint bitten off moan was audible through the wood and Harry frowned and put his ear to the door. there was another moan and...oh....oh my...Harry straightened a little too quickly and fell over. He had very distinctly heard a quick, wet, slippery sound just before and just after the moan. He bit his lip and scrambled to his feet, wobbling slightly...oh god he didn\'t feel good....he could get answers tomorrow.....for now....bed...But he never even made it to the bed and instead collapsed on the couch.



After several unsatisfying and confusing dreams involving Draco, an amazing blowjob, and a lotion bottle, he was woke and managed to stumble into his own bed with a pounding headache and a dry mouth and only a fuzzy recollection of sandwiches and pumpkin juice. Oh, and an overwhelming desire to feel Draco\'s lips...



Draco on the other hand, remembered everything, and woke just before Harry did the first time, with a wicked smile on his face. Draco would have to talk to Ginny again and tell her what had happened. He knew that last night had made some progress and unless whatever spell Jemania had put on the juice came with a no memory clause (which he doubted) Harry would soon be falling into his bed. Speaking of Jemania...



He stood, dressed and crept quietly through the front room so as not to wake Harry who was sleeping on the couch, out into the hall and knocked on the painting of the Goddess on the opposite wall. It took a moment, but a very bleary eyed Robert opened the door and glared down at him.



"What do you want?" He yawned.



"Good morning to you too," Draco replied coolly, "I\'d like to speak to Jem, if she\'s awake."



"Nope."



"Is that \'Nope\' she\'s not awake, or \'Nope\' I can\'t talk to her?" Draco blinked. Honestly, Americans and their lack of clear answers were frustrating.



"That\'s a Nope, it ain\'t gonna happen." Robert clarified and began to close the door.



"Robert, who\'s at the door?" He heard Jem call out.



Robert, twitched for a moment and seemed like he was going to lie but then Draco saw his shoulders slump, "It\'s the Malfoy."



"Oh? Well, let him in! Where are your manners Robert?" A sliver nailed hand gripped the door just below Robert\'s and pulled it open. Jem was standing there in silver pajamas and bunny slippers, "Please, come in Draco, I\'ll make coffee!"



"No thank you," Draco declined politely as he stepped through, "I have no desire to wear a tutu ever again."



"Ah, now Draco, where\'s the trust? Didn\'t I promise just last night that I would warn you next time?" Jem asked, settling primly on the edge of the couch With Robert hovering in the background.



"Well, I\'d be more willing to trust you if you hadn\'t done something to our pumpkin juice last night." Draco said with his Slytherin smile in place. "Harry\'s quite unwell."



"Oh dear! How much did he drink? Did you take him to the nurse? Make sure he drinks lots and lots of water." Jem gasped, sounding distressed.



"He only had two glasses...but what was it he drank?" Draco asked, concerned by her reaction.



"It was just pumpkin juice." Jem said, giving a guilty glance at Robert. Obviously, she hadn\'t expected to be caught, or at least not so soon.



"If it were just pumpkin juice, why would he have to drink water and see Pomfrey?" Draco asked, leaning forward a little and staring into her silver eyes. She didn\'t look away or even flinch, so Draco shrugged and leaned backagain, "No matter..but it did have some interesting effects...it was almost as if he were quite drunk...luckily I only had a few sips of mine. But as a Slytherin, I of course could not let such an opportunity pass me by."



"What do you mean?" Jem asked eagerly, raising her eyebrows and grinning, "Did you really take advantage of him?"



"No, of course not," Draco smirked when her face fell. Gotcha. "I did not shag Potter, as much as I would have liked to, because I would like to have the option of taking him whenever I want. Somehow it seemed that date-rape was not quite the best way to go about achieving my goals, but I was able to plant a few seeds. What I would like to know is what YOUR plans are."



Robert snorted, "And why should we tell you our plans?"



"so you admit you have plans then?" Damn, Americans were stupid.



"Robert....go wake up Helga, and take her down to breakfast." Jem said, her previously bubbly personality replaced by the same hard look he\'d seen when she bit Neville\'s ear for sleeping. This was the no nonsense Jemania, which was exactly the one he wanted to deal with, scary as she might be.



"But Jem..." Robert protested but she turned her cold glare on him, "Yes ma\'am." He went to the other door, unlocked it, and there was the sound of a loud squeal and some screaming and then he emerged again with Helga thrown over his shoulder and left the room.



Jem leaned back against her chair and studied Draco intently. "You\'re a shrewd one."



"I\'m a Slytherin." Draco confirmed. "And you have a flare for the dramatic. I just want to know why you are so intent on having Harry and I get along in the best sense possible. It\'s not as if you\'ve been watching us fight our entire time in school and want us to resolve our differences, and judging from your suddenly serious expression, this isn\'t just some fun whim...so what is it?"



****************



Ginny did not pass a good night, no indeed. She was far too frustrated, physically, mentally and sexually, to get a good nights sleep, and surprise surprise Harry wasn\'t at breakfast either! And....a quick glance around to confirm, neither was Draco....hmmm....suspicion, jealousy, envy and paranoia entered her mind all at once and she stood so fast to act on them all that the bench tipped over.



"That\'s it! I\'m going up!" She affirmed, banging her fist on the table and knocking over her coffee cup.



"That\'s the spirit Miss Weasley!" Dumbledore said cheerfully as he passed her and righted the bench with a flick of his wand and the spill with another flick. He twinkled as she ran off through the hall and turned to an exasperated Sirius, "Ah, to be young and in love, eh?"



By the time Ginny made it up to Harry and Draco\'s suite, Harry had pulled himself off the couch and made it to his room, and Robert was just coming out with Helga over his shoulder when she burst through the opposite portrait shouting "god dammit Harry!"



"Uh oh..." Robert muttered, watching the portrait swing shut slowly and looking over the shoulder not occupied by Helga at the room he\'d just left. Unfortunately, Robert was more scared of pissing Jem off then of the potential damage to the plan that little redhead could cause, especially since Harry was probably hungover. "Hey Helga, don\'t tell Jem what just happened alright?"



"Sure!" Helga affirmed, then blinked, "What just happened?"



"Nothing brat...let\'s go get you some coffee..." Robert sighed and shook his head. Hogwarts was not agreeing with Helga\'s memory problems.



"Yay!! Coffee!! Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks!" she chanted, bouncing on his shoulder.



Back to Ginny, who burst into Harry\'s room to find him prostrate on his bed in the same clothes he\'d been wearing last night. "Harry!" she screamed again and instantly he curled into a ball and covered his ears with a groan. Whoops...something was wrong. "Oh my god, Harry!" Her voice softened and she gently touched his shoulder, "Are you ok?"



"Head...hurts." Harry groaned, "Feel sick...weird dreams..."



"What about?" Ginny asked, at a normal volume.



"Uhn....bad voice, voice go away." He groaned, feeling strangely...hungover..."Owwww..."



"Harry...are you..." Ginny leaned forward and sniffed, but like Draco, could not detect any alcohol on his breath. "Did you drink last night?"



"Just pumpkin juice..." Harry muttered, reaching for a pillow and covering his head.



"Pumpkin juice doesn\'t give you a hangover...is Draco sick too?" Ginyn frowned.



"Don\'t know...." Harry was glad his face was covered so Ginny couldn\'t see how red he suddenly turned at the images Draco\'s name had conjured. Including one....oh holy crap....he reached down under himself and found that his zipper was indeed down and his pants alarmingly low on his hips...uh oh...



"Well, I\'d better go check on him, because frankly Harry, you look awful and if something was wrong with the pumpkin juice he could be just as bad...." She stood then turned back, lip between teeth, "Uh...is that alright?" It felt so weird asking Harry for permission....



"Yeah...." Harry mumbled into the pillow, trying really, really hard to remember what exactly had happened last night and not paying attention to what his suddenly submissive girlfriend was saying.



"Ok...and then I\'ll get you some water and if you\'re not feeling better I\'ll take you both down to see madame Pomfrey ok?"



"Yeah Gin...ok..." Harry groaned, small flashes of something coming back. But where had the lotion bottle come from? Had that part been a dream? What had been the dream and what had been real?? Was any of it real? Oh lord....the only thing that was certain was that Jem was behind it...whatever IT had been....and he would talk to her...as soon as he could stand again. Urgh.....





A/N: Ok its short I know. I\'ll update again on Wednesday to make it up to you ok? Now on to the story from the first A/N. so there was a cop standing by dear old daddy\'s bed because the dumbass (pop not cop) decided he was so depressed that he didn\'t get to see my babies (ha, yeah right) that when he got home he fell into a bottle, and decided in his drunken stupor that driving his motorcycle in nothing but shorts when the road was wet and slippery was a good idea. Yeah. So not. Especially considering he\'d already had his license revoked a couple years ago for similar drinking and driving (crashed his truck into 8 consecutive telephone poles) and has a ton of DUI\'s under his belt. Now, the police officer, in all his infinite kindness, decided that they would release my pop into the custody of his family so that someone would be sure to make him go to AA meetings and whatnot, but seen as Pop\'s seventh wife was off on a cruise and couldn\'t be reached and my brother was gone and he didn\'t have other family in the area, and by direct request from my father, I was summoned and given the option of letting him be dragged off to prison or agreeing to take care of him until stepmommy #7 came home in two weeks. My brother would never forgive me if I opted for the former so I agreed to do the latter, and got spend a week dragging his no good drunken ass to AA meetings, court appearances for all of his DUI\'s and the doctors for check ups all while hearing what an ungrateful bitch I was and how my daughter would probably grow up just like me (god I hope so) and why didn\'t I bring my son with me and blah blah blah. Luckily for me, and him because I was about ready to push his wheel chair down a flight of stairs, stepmommy # 7 came home early and took him off my hands AND two of my dearest friends from so-cal kidnapped me this weekend and took me to Vegas to see Criss Angel\'s Cirque Du Soleil show and calm down. So that brings us up to date and happily at home again with my loving hubbie, my babies and a signed Criss Angel playing deck ^^. Waffle very happy.