Only through the pain

Disclaimer: Wohooo for pain killers! ** tries to do the pain killer dance and is sat upon by new dog** oof! Bad dog! No sit on the leprechaun!....wait…what’s that? This is a disclaimer? Oops….don’t own ‘em!

Warning: The usual

A/N: And on with the saga of my injuries. So, Blondie hears the crashing banging noises, rushes me to the hospital where they stick me in the bad techno machine that scans my body with the special camera thingy and injected me with some sort of light up liquid that determined I had several other teeny tiny clots floating around, not causing any damage, yet, but with no apparent reason for being there. Apparently those things can get bigger too, which is what happened with the first one. The blood tests showed the genetic blood problem and there was a large murmuring of “ah ha! A clue, Sherlock!” coming from the various doctors and nurses and a large amount of giggling from me because I was on a lovely hydramorphone drip for the shattered collarbone and the painfulness of the arm thing. Then a cocktail of blood thinners was added to the mix and I was scanned a few more times to make sure the clots were gone and then sent home with a couple of big orange bottles of good stuff, but only refills for the pain killers, the stodgy stingy stinky stupid….err….where was I going with that? Uh…anyway…I was sent home and ordered by Blondie to bed rest which graduated to couch rest which graduated to big poofy comfy bowl shaped chair thing with lots of pleadings to the hubbie. “No really Alexander sweetie, I SWEAR I can move around. Alexander, I promise not to move my head if you just give me back my lap top….” And my favorite, “Honey…I broke my collarbone not my arms, I can hold Maeve if she wants me to.” Apparently he doesn’t believe me though because today he brought home a special basset hound dog that is trained to stop injured people from moving. Usually they’re used to stop seizure patients from flailing and hurting themselves, but this one is stubborn and she refuses to let any injured person move at all. She’s been sitting on or near me all day and when I move she howls and Blondie comes running to see what I need. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and I love that he cares so much and is willing to take care of everything until I’m one hundred percent again, but a baby-sitting dog? That is just too much. Silly, silly hubbie….oh well, at least he left the pill bottle within reach. Today’s title; ‘Bounce’ from System of a Down. Next chapter, on to the stoned party games!

Chapter 10- Bounce! (Harry)

The twins and I were already halfway down the passage when Ginny and Draco landed on the modified bounce house floor and I turned when I heard Draco yelp to watch him struggle and fall again.

“Gah! What the hell is this thing?!” He asked as he fell again upon landing. “And how are you four so good at walking on it?”

“It’s a bounce house with a gravity charm on it!” Ginny said, bouncing around like a bunny on speed, “We tried a lot of things to make the landing softer, and then Harry remembered this thing from one of his cousin’s birthday parties and we tried it. Then the twins suggested the charm and now we aren’t bruised anymore from the fall down the tunnel, plus we just have to add a hover charm to the antigravity and we can get back up the tunnel.”

“We used to use ladders, but that pipe is long and we’d get sleepy halfway up.” George said as he bumped purposefully into his brother.

“Of course, the massive amounts of marijuana in our system probably didn’t help with that, eh George?” Fred replied bouncing back up easily while Draco continued to struggle.

“I dunno, Fred, it certainly made the trip up more interesting,” George laughed, “But this was certainly a much better idea.”

“Blast it! How the hell do I get up!?” Draco cursed; bouncing up and down on his back while trying to gain his feet, which in and of itself was almost as hilarious as the time the fake Moody turned him into a ferret.

“Harry!” Ginny shouted, as she speed bounced down the hallway, “Stop laughing and go help him up. You don’t want the twins to do it do you?”

I looked at Fred and George who had now extended the bouncy spell to the walls so that they could bash into each other more easily and raised an eyebrow. A few days ago I would have enjoyed watching Fred and George ‘help’ Malfoy, but today I knew it would be a bad idea so I sighed and walked over smoothly.

“Here Draco, stop struggling for a second,” I said, also keeping still so as not to disturb the bouncy-ness of the matting. I held out my hand to him, “There, now give me your hand but don’t….ack!” he pulled on my hand to raise himself and the lower field of gravity sent me crashing down on him, which of course sent us bouncing into the air and back again. “Damnit Malfoy! Stop struggling! You’re making it harder!”

“Woahhoho Harry! Keep it in the bedroom you two!” Ginny giggled and I thought I saw her reaching for a camera.

“Ginny! Shut up and help!” Draco yelped as we kept bouncing, absolutely refusing to let go of me in case he went flying off by himself.

“Oi, keep our sister out of your kinky fantasies Malfoy!” George shouted from the other end of the passage. “Unless she specifically asks to join that is.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t MIND joining,” Ginny laughed, “But I don’t think they want me to, they look right comfortable as it is. Maybe later, if they can get UP for it, for now I’ll settle for helping them stop bouncing.”

“Is sex all you people think about?” Draco muttered before Ginny froze us in mid air and floated us along the passage, still entwined, and brought us to a soft landing on the now carpeted floor.

“Makes life more fun,” Ginny shrugged, walking off and leaving us frozen and stuck together, with the twins following her.

“Ginny!” I shouted after her, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She turned and smiled then nodded and pulled out a magic camera and snapped a few shots. “Ginny, if I see any of those pictures floating around the common rooms…”

“I WILL kill you Weasley!” Draco finished, struggling against the charm holding him underneath me and bringing to light a….interesting….mutual development. “er….” he stopped wiggling and looked mortified when I started laughing because of my unusually good mood. “Oh shut up Harry….” He muttered, and then turned his face to glare at Ginny, “You are so going to pay for this Ginny, if you do not unfreeze us right now.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” she pouted, but waved her wand absently anyway and we were supposedly unfrozen. Except I still couldn’t move and Draco was struggling again, making me not really want to.

“You can get off now.” Draco grumbled as he struggled to sit up.

“Strange,” Said George, “I thought that was what he WAS doing.”

“It’s funny though,” Added Fred, “I never pegged you as the top from the bottom type Draco…” Draco went from just plain embarrassed to bright red and twitchy in record speed.

“Guys,” I said, holding back my own laughter, barely, “I’d shut it if I were you, I think Draco’s going to strangle someone as soon as Ginny lets us go….”

“Oops…Give us a head start Gin!” They said together and bolted down the hallway.

“Hell! Wait for me!” Ginny said, running after them and laughing as she pointed her wand over her shoulder to release us completely.

I rolled to the side carefully and slowly, trying to give them as much of a head-start as possible. If Draco killed them my supply would completely dry up except for the ride to and from school. “Sorry about them,” I said as I slid over to sit against the wall, knowing they’d probably already barred the doors and that the only thing to do would be to wait until they weren’t sitting against the other side of it, cracking up. “They have small, one track minds.”

“Hmph, stupid Gryffindorks. You’re more sex obsessed then the all of the Slytherins put together,” He snorted, also sitting against the wall. “Sorry about…uhm….no…I have nothing to be sorry about. What is this place anyway?”

“The chamber of secrets.” I said easily, with a shrug, enjoying his incredulous expression. “Well, technically, this is just the passage way LEADING to the antechamber of the chamber of secrets. Remember second year? Yeah, well, this is it, and after Ginny and I started talking about it, we realized that this would be the perfect place to hang out. Dumbledore knows about it, but he doesn’t speak parsletongue so he can’t open it and he can’t get in if we remember to close the entrance after us, AND he can’t find us if we’re down here, even if he had my map because the chamber isn’t listed on it. So Ginny, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender, the Patel twins, most of the Quidditch teams (except Slytherin), a lot of the 7th years and I spent most of our free time the last few years cleaning it up and making it a killer hang-out spot. I taught Ginny and the twins the password in parseltongue so they could come here and bring friends without me when I can’t get away to open it for them and we’ve been hanging out here since with various others. We four are the only one with the password though and we either make sure the entrance is open already before we let someone in or we put a silencing charm around ourselves so they can’t hear. After the DA debacle last year with that bitch teacher we can’t take any chances.”

“What about the monster?” Draco asked warily, looking around.

“The basilisk? I killed it in second year, why?”

“Just curious….So…this place is completely safe then? No creepy killer snakes, no way for anyone to eavesdrop, no hidden watchers?” He pressed.

“Nothing. Slytherin had a ton of protection charms on this place already and we added some of our own. It’s unplottable, unseekable, un-everything. There aren’t any portraits and the ghosts can’t even get down here. Peeves has been trying for ages and I KNOW Dumblefuck tries all the time.” I said, a little suspicious. What did Draco want to keep hidden?

“And how do you know he tries?” Draco asked curiously.

“Uh….Myrtle….she likes to tell me things….” I sighed, shaking my head, “The damned spook is insane.”

Draco snickered, “Moaning Myrtle has a crush on you….that is sooo funny, Potter.”

“Oh shut up Malfoy.” I rolled my eyes, “She’s dead, and she’s insane and if you tell anyone…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep my mouth shut….uhm…Harry?” He asked, looking at me nervously, “If I told you something really important would you promise not to tell anyone else and uh…promise not to go ballistic if it was something bad until I explained everything?”

“Of course, Gryffindor loyalty and all that. Why? What’s up?” I frowned. He sat there for a second and had just opened his mouth to tell me when the door opened and Fred stuck his head out.

“Oi, Harry! Do you mind? That damned statue won’t open up for us until you get here!” He shouted. “Plus, we can’t find our lighters….I think Hermione might have put some sort of charm on them to stop us smoking again.”

“Can she do that?” Draco asked curiously as we both stood and dusted our pants off. “Or is George just paranoid?”

“Actually, that’s Fred and yes, Hermione can and has done that to us. It’s some kind of disciplinary spell that she found in a parenting book and keeps modifying whenever one of us figures out how to break it.” I sighed. So close. “We’ve tried using magical fire, but none of us can keep it up once we get going and it’s a bitch to keep recasting it.”

Draco nodded, understanding completely I assume, and then frowned, “Hey Harry, how the hell can you tell the twins apart? They’re exactly the same!”

I laughed and pointed to my eyebrows, “that’s the other problem with the magic fire, George accidentally singed his eyebrows this summer with it and for some reason it turned some of the hairs in his left eyebrow light blue. So he’s wearing his bangs to the left until the hair grows out orange again and Fred wears his to the right.”

“Do they ever switch?” Draco asked.

“Nah, because then people would be able to see George’s blue eyebrow and would be able to tell that way, and if they both wore their hair the same then they wouldn’t be able to poke fun at their mother, who still hasn’t noticed, when she calls one of them the wrong name.” I explained, holding the door to the antechamber open, “It’s stupid but they like being asses.”

“I noticed….holy shit! This place is huge!” Draco exclaimed. “And….oddly sparkly?” This would be in reference to the shiny, multicolored middle-eastern fabric draping the walls and the brass lamps that we replaced the torches with.

“That would be a touch from the Patel twins…” Ginny said, showing up at Draco’s side, “They thought it would be funny to turn the antechamber into a hash den so their mother sent them all this fabric and the lamps and they went crazy. I think this year they’re adding more pillows and more rugs.”

“MORE pillows?” He asked incredulously, looking at the completely pillow covered floor, walls and drained water areas that had been turned into sunken pillow filled hookah bar pits…. “Wait….antechamber? So….this isn’t the chamber then?”

“Oh hell no,” said Fred, “Do you really think we would have let those crazy girl twin usurpers take over decorating the ENTIRE chamber of secrets?”

“Don’t get us wrong,” Said George, “Hookahs are all well and good fun.”

“And bellydancing wouldn’t look right in any other setting really,” added Fred.

“But sometimes when you’re stoned you want a more traditional, black light, lava lamp, neon colors Led Zeppelin and Bob Marley kind of thing, and what better way to start experience that then to walk through some old, dead dude’s mouth.” finished Ginny, pointing at the cleverly hidden head of Salazar Slytherin that was the entrance to the actual chamber. “Now Harry, could you please open the door? The colors in this place are a little jarring right now. I’m really gonna have to talk the Patels into toning it down a little.”

“What’s the matter? Can’t you guys open him yourself anymore? The others got in just fine.” I grumbled, thinking of the secret Draco had been about to spill as I walked up and moved the cloth covering Slytherin’s mouth and nose like a veil and spoke the password quietly.

“Well, old Sal is being picky,” Ginny sighed as she breezed past me and through the now open entrance, after shooting a glance at Draco who shook his head, “It seems he didn’t like being left alone all summer.” She was greeted on the other end with a loud cheer of perhaps three other male voices.

“I certainly did not like being left alone, young lady.” The statue grumbled, making Draco jump and clutch at the nearest twin. “And YOU forgot to take this damned womanly veil off my damned mouth before you left like you promised you would. I let you young whelps keep it here during the school year so the other young whelps you bring here won’t enter my private chambers, but when they’re gone I see no reason why I should wear this damnable thing! At least those other brats apologized or they’d still be rolling around on those pillows.”

“The other…Is….Does….does he do that often?” Draco asked, blinking at the giant talking head.

“Often enough,” I rolled my eyes, “Sal, calm down, we were kinda busy at the end of the school year you know and the twins cut out early and it’s their job to clean up so we kind of forgot. We’re sorry too, now, please, let the rest of us in?”

“Oh I suppose,” the head sighed and yawned wide.

“Ugh! I hate it when you do that!” Ginny exclaimed from the other end of the tunnel and Sal rolled his eyes. “You could have warned us Seamus and Dean were in here with their pants off!”

“He’s rolling his eyes at you Gin,” Fred informed her as he climbed through, followed by George and more cheers.

“Yes, because don’t Seamus and Dean ALWAYS have their pants off when they’re blitzed?” George’s question was muffled by the tunnel. “Wonder if Neville’s even noticed.”

“Well?” asked Draco, walking towards the entrance as well, “Aren’t we going in? not that I particularly want to see Finnegan starkers….”

“Yeah, but uh…what was it you were about to say back in the passage way? I’m really curious.” I said, moving to slightly block the hold from him.

“Well….” Draco started, rubbing the back of his neck, “You see….”

“Are you two coming in or not?” The stone head of Salazar Slytherin grumbled, “It’s uncomfortable sitting like this waiting for you to traipse through my jaws.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Draco jumped, slipping past me and down the passage. “I’ll tell you later Harry…”

“Alright,” I sighed, then glared at the giant head, “You have the worst timing, Sal. You owe me.”

“I owe you nothing. YOU owe me for killing my pet snake.” The head said and opened once more. I rolled my eyes and climbed through, vowing to figure out how to remove the damned free-will spell from that stupid head.