The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Thirteen
Insomnia stinks. I decided to put out the chapter a little early in an effort to feel at least slightly productive. Thanks to everyone that have read the story and reviewed as well. I've been loving each one. Please keep them coming in.
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Chapter Thirteen
“The what?” Ron demanded. “You’d turn traitor on your own house like that?”
“I didn’t betray anyone,” she murmured, her voice sounding brittle. “Unlike you, I tend to do what is asked of me without assigning blame or fault where none is to be had.”
“You’re just showing off!” Ron roared, never noticing the wizard going stiff next to him as tears filled Hermione’s eyes.
“Ron…” Harry said, as he watched the Slytherins walking into the ballroom behind them.
“No! I will have my say!” He went up to Hermione. “This is just you trying to prove how much better you are than everyone else! Get off your high…”
“Ron!” Harry snapped, grabbing his friend and spinning him around to face the now silently furious crowd behind them. “Shut up and look!”
Looking around from face to face of those there, Ron breathed, “Oh shit.”
Severus Snape walked over to Ron, pressing his wand to his throat as he snarled, “Those words, Mr. Weasley, have been the most apropos you have uttered yet in your pathetic existence. How sad that they might very well be your last.”
***
Marcus had thought of several ways to get the youngest Weasley in hand. He had thought of drugging her. He had, on a darker note, put thought into poison, but that didn’t last long at all and had blamed the idea on too much fire whiskey. He had even contemplated abduction, but once again thought it was best to leave what would be seen as evil plots in the bottle along with the top shelf liquor which he stopped drinking that very moment.
What eventually ended up occurring wasn’t kidnapping so much as a detouring the witch from what she was planning on doing. Ginny had been drinking at the Leaky Cauldron and had been doing so since he arrived two hours before. When she had gotten up from her chair, barely able to keep her footing, and walked out of the pub with a determined look in her eyes, he followed her.
It was no more than a block later that he found her leaning against a building and crying her heart out. Sighing he went over to her.
Leaning down, he asked, “Now what’s a pretty little witch like you in tears for?” He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it over to her. When she didn’t take it from him, he tilted her head up, and did a rather poor job of mopping up her tears. “Well, I suppose that’s as good as it’ll get until you stop that leaking.”
“You’re a complete bastard!” she yelled at him. “I’ve had my heart broken and-and the best you can do is that?”
“Now there was no need for the name calling,” he told her. “I’ll have you know my parents were completely married when they had me. They may not have been in agreement as to whom my father was, but they were married.” This only had her frowning at him as he laughed. “That was a joke.”
“Not a very good one,” she muttered, sniffling.
“I never said it was, poppet,” he murmured. “Now do tell, who was the cad that broke your heart?”
“Harry Potter,” she muttered. “And it was all Hermione Granger’s fault!”
“She’s sleeping with him?”
“No! He’s gay!” she exclaimed.
Frowning he asked, “Are you saying that Hermione Granger has the power to turn men gay?”
Sniffling she looked into his eyes, frowning as she did so.
“Because I’ve never heard of anyone, witch or muggle, who could do such,” he stated.
“Harry was supposed to be mine,” she told him, sounding calmer now.
“Says who?”
“He just was!”
“Are you saying that there’s this list of things that were suppose to be so, like you getting a gay bloke to love you and me being handsome?”
Ginny glared at him to which he only smiled.
“You know what you need?”
“To be a man?” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Lovely, but not an option as I prefer you as you are,” he said. “You need reminding that there’s a whole world of chaps out there that love pretty little red headed witches.”
Her eyes went wide. “Are you suggesting that you and I…”
“I’m free at the moment and I haven’t anything better to do…”
“Oh!” She hit his arm, trying to walk away.
Laughing Marcus followed her, eventually taking her by the arm and guiding her straight over to his flat.
***
“The trouble with you, Ronald, is that you never had what anyone would call tact,” Hermione said as she took his wand from him. “Which is odd when you think of it, you being the strategist you are.” She went over to Harry, plucking his wand from him. “You tried. I’ll give you that much.”
“What is going on here?” Harry demanded as he watched Hermione putting their wands aside in a bowl.
She studied both of the young men that she once called friends. “Why didn’t you ask that before? You knew I was upset. Harry, you even said that I was depressed. But instead of talking to me or even asking me if there was some little thing you could do to lighten my load, you managed to end up fucking each other.” Frowning she asked, “Are you even gay, Ron?”
“No,” he said, blushing when some of the people watching rolled their eyes. “I wanted to have some fun and Harry was more than willing. It wasn’t as if you were wanting more than a shag once in a blue moon and you never wanted to touch my cock.”
Hermione, in one of her very rare moments, was at a loss for words. Motioning over to Pansy, she whispered something to her. The girl looked disgusted as she turned to Ron and said, “You’re an uncircumcised adult wizard and you don’t know how to clean your own cock properly? What kind of idiot are you?” She then turned to Harry. “How could you have stomached being able to swallow that foul thing?” Studying a moment, she said, “I bet he put a muggle condom on it first.”
“That makes sense,” Hermione murmured, looking at Ron’s cheeks go even redder with that last comment primarily because it was the truth. Wanting to move on to another topic altogether, she looked over to Harry. “Desperation makes fools out of us all. For instance I thought I could have the normal life that I had all but mapped out when I was in my sixth year of school.” She went over to Harry. “Life, I found out, had other plans for me, but even so I tried…” Her amber eyes went to Snape’s black ones. “I suppose you want to know what happened?”
“That would be good,” Harry said, trying to sound casual. “You might start with why you’re in league with these death eaters.”
Frowning Hermione looked over to him. “What death eaters?” She looked around to everyone there. “I don’t see any death eaters here.”
“Are you serious? Look at them! They…” Harry’s rant came to a quick death when every single one of the people there revealed they’re bare, tattoo free arms to one and all. Harry looked straight at Snape and Lucius’s arms, rushing over to see if the tattoos were covered with makeup. When he found that wasn’t the case, he spun to Hermione declaring, “This is impossible!”
“Things aren’t nearly as impossible as you might think,” she told him. “But it's nothing I wish to go over multiple times, so pay attention."
***
And there's the next chapter! What do you think? Oh to have been a fly on the wall to have seen those gobsmacked expressions... Wait! I suppose as the author of this story, I am the fly on the wall. Intriguing thought, but I rattle on. That happens when I haven't enough sleep. Sorry. Thanks for your support and may you all have had a wonderful night sleep and go on to have an energetic day.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Thirteen
“The what?” Ron demanded. “You’d turn traitor on your own house like that?”
“I didn’t betray anyone,” she murmured, her voice sounding brittle. “Unlike you, I tend to do what is asked of me without assigning blame or fault where none is to be had.”
“You’re just showing off!” Ron roared, never noticing the wizard going stiff next to him as tears filled Hermione’s eyes.
“Ron…” Harry said, as he watched the Slytherins walking into the ballroom behind them.
“No! I will have my say!” He went up to Hermione. “This is just you trying to prove how much better you are than everyone else! Get off your high…”
“Ron!” Harry snapped, grabbing his friend and spinning him around to face the now silently furious crowd behind them. “Shut up and look!”
Looking around from face to face of those there, Ron breathed, “Oh shit.”
Severus Snape walked over to Ron, pressing his wand to his throat as he snarled, “Those words, Mr. Weasley, have been the most apropos you have uttered yet in your pathetic existence. How sad that they might very well be your last.”
***
Marcus had thought of several ways to get the youngest Weasley in hand. He had thought of drugging her. He had, on a darker note, put thought into poison, but that didn’t last long at all and had blamed the idea on too much fire whiskey. He had even contemplated abduction, but once again thought it was best to leave what would be seen as evil plots in the bottle along with the top shelf liquor which he stopped drinking that very moment.
What eventually ended up occurring wasn’t kidnapping so much as a detouring the witch from what she was planning on doing. Ginny had been drinking at the Leaky Cauldron and had been doing so since he arrived two hours before. When she had gotten up from her chair, barely able to keep her footing, and walked out of the pub with a determined look in her eyes, he followed her.
It was no more than a block later that he found her leaning against a building and crying her heart out. Sighing he went over to her.
Leaning down, he asked, “Now what’s a pretty little witch like you in tears for?” He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it over to her. When she didn’t take it from him, he tilted her head up, and did a rather poor job of mopping up her tears. “Well, I suppose that’s as good as it’ll get until you stop that leaking.”
“You’re a complete bastard!” she yelled at him. “I’ve had my heart broken and-and the best you can do is that?”
“Now there was no need for the name calling,” he told her. “I’ll have you know my parents were completely married when they had me. They may not have been in agreement as to whom my father was, but they were married.” This only had her frowning at him as he laughed. “That was a joke.”
“Not a very good one,” she muttered, sniffling.
“I never said it was, poppet,” he murmured. “Now do tell, who was the cad that broke your heart?”
“Harry Potter,” she muttered. “And it was all Hermione Granger’s fault!”
“She’s sleeping with him?”
“No! He’s gay!” she exclaimed.
Frowning he asked, “Are you saying that Hermione Granger has the power to turn men gay?”
Sniffling she looked into his eyes, frowning as she did so.
“Because I’ve never heard of anyone, witch or muggle, who could do such,” he stated.
“Harry was supposed to be mine,” she told him, sounding calmer now.
“Says who?”
“He just was!”
“Are you saying that there’s this list of things that were suppose to be so, like you getting a gay bloke to love you and me being handsome?”
Ginny glared at him to which he only smiled.
“You know what you need?”
“To be a man?” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Lovely, but not an option as I prefer you as you are,” he said. “You need reminding that there’s a whole world of chaps out there that love pretty little red headed witches.”
Her eyes went wide. “Are you suggesting that you and I…”
“I’m free at the moment and I haven’t anything better to do…”
“Oh!” She hit his arm, trying to walk away.
Laughing Marcus followed her, eventually taking her by the arm and guiding her straight over to his flat.
***
“The trouble with you, Ronald, is that you never had what anyone would call tact,” Hermione said as she took his wand from him. “Which is odd when you think of it, you being the strategist you are.” She went over to Harry, plucking his wand from him. “You tried. I’ll give you that much.”
“What is going on here?” Harry demanded as he watched Hermione putting their wands aside in a bowl.
She studied both of the young men that she once called friends. “Why didn’t you ask that before? You knew I was upset. Harry, you even said that I was depressed. But instead of talking to me or even asking me if there was some little thing you could do to lighten my load, you managed to end up fucking each other.” Frowning she asked, “Are you even gay, Ron?”
“No,” he said, blushing when some of the people watching rolled their eyes. “I wanted to have some fun and Harry was more than willing. It wasn’t as if you were wanting more than a shag once in a blue moon and you never wanted to touch my cock.”
Hermione, in one of her very rare moments, was at a loss for words. Motioning over to Pansy, she whispered something to her. The girl looked disgusted as she turned to Ron and said, “You’re an uncircumcised adult wizard and you don’t know how to clean your own cock properly? What kind of idiot are you?” She then turned to Harry. “How could you have stomached being able to swallow that foul thing?” Studying a moment, she said, “I bet he put a muggle condom on it first.”
“That makes sense,” Hermione murmured, looking at Ron’s cheeks go even redder with that last comment primarily because it was the truth. Wanting to move on to another topic altogether, she looked over to Harry. “Desperation makes fools out of us all. For instance I thought I could have the normal life that I had all but mapped out when I was in my sixth year of school.” She went over to Harry. “Life, I found out, had other plans for me, but even so I tried…” Her amber eyes went to Snape’s black ones. “I suppose you want to know what happened?”
“That would be good,” Harry said, trying to sound casual. “You might start with why you’re in league with these death eaters.”
Frowning Hermione looked over to him. “What death eaters?” She looked around to everyone there. “I don’t see any death eaters here.”
“Are you serious? Look at them! They…” Harry’s rant came to a quick death when every single one of the people there revealed they’re bare, tattoo free arms to one and all. Harry looked straight at Snape and Lucius’s arms, rushing over to see if the tattoos were covered with makeup. When he found that wasn’t the case, he spun to Hermione declaring, “This is impossible!”
“Things aren’t nearly as impossible as you might think,” she told him. “But it's nothing I wish to go over multiple times, so pay attention."
***
And there's the next chapter! What do you think? Oh to have been a fly on the wall to have seen those gobsmacked expressions... Wait! I suppose as the author of this story, I am the fly on the wall. Intriguing thought, but I rattle on. That happens when I haven't enough sleep. Sorry. Thanks for your support and may you all have had a wonderful night sleep and go on to have an energetic day.