Curse of the Houses
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Abrupt awakening
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or places etc. they all belong to J.K. Rowling and her people.
Chapter Two: Abrupt awakening
It shocked Ron to see the Thestrals that pulled the carriages from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. He had known they existed and had even seen pictures of the horse-like creatures. However, seeing them for real and knowing what caused him to see them, gave Ron a chill.
“You alright there, Ron?” Harry asked, walking up behind him.
“Yeah, It’s just I never thought I would actually see these. It’s creepy, you know?” he replied, feeling another shudder run down his spine.
“Yeah, I know,” Harry replied, his voice showing that he really did know how Ron was feeling. Ron felt guilty for bringing the subject up, of course, Harry knew how creepy seeing the Thestrals was; he had been seeing them now for almost three years,
“Sorry,” Ron mumbled.
“It’s okay. Come on,” Ron followed Harry into one of the black carriages. Hermione had gone to perform her duties as Head Girl, telling them she would see them in the Great Hall for the start of term feast.
The journey to the castle went quickly and Ron soon found himself sat at the Gryffindor table within the Great Hall. The sorting ceremony was taking place, but Ron had lost interest after the first name had been called. His mind had wondered to the dream he had had while being asleep on the train. He did not know who the person he had been dreaming of was; all he knew was that they had blond, almost white, coloured hair. Staring past Harry, who was sitting opposite Ron at the table, Ron’s eyes landed on Draco Malfoy. The hair colour was almost identical to that of the person in his dream, but it couldn’t have been Malfoy in the dream, Ron hated him.
Ron jumped when everyone around him erupted in cheers and realized another first year had been placed in the Gryffindor house. Harry gave him a sceptical look. Ron just smiled at his best friend; thanking Merlin that it had not been Hermione that had caught him not cheering for newest Gryffindor recruit. He really was not in the mood for a lecture about nerves and impressionable minds.
Once all the first years had been placed into their houses, Dumbledore stood and began his start of year speech.
“As you all know, last year was one of great misfortune and grief. Those times are over now and I have great faith that this year will be a good one. I wish to remind you all the forbidden forest is just that, forbidden to all those who do not wish to die a very painful death. Also, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you of the list of items that are not allowed within the castle, if you would like to see the list it will be kept in his office. Now, it gives me great pleasure to say, tuck in.”
After the feast, Ron quickly retreated to his room, claiming that he was feeling tired. However, when he slid beneath the covers, he found that sleep just wouldn’t come to him, though he was genuinely feeling very sleepy. After tossing and turning for hours, Ron finally managed to fall into a deep sleep. Little did he know a certain blonde-haired person had just slipped into his own bed not so far away.
*@*
Draco felt like he would never get to bed that night. His duties as Head Boy meant he had to supervise all the first years, making sure that they settled into the dungeons. This would have been fine, if a group of Slytherin boys was not continuously getting out of bed to try to sneak around the castle. Draco had had to chase them back into their rooms on numerous occasions and had even threatened them with a few hexes if they did not settle down and go to sleep. They had eventually worn themselves out and were now sleeping soundly.
Draco sighed contentedly, as he slid under the cool sheets of his bed. The soft pillow felt good against Draco’s head and before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep slumber.
He was using his mouth again, only this time another mouth was against his and a shy tongue was slipping into play. The other boy tasted good, like ginger and spices, and the flavours tingled on Draco’s tongue. He slid his hand down the soft, freckled skin of the others boys chest, letting his fingertips dance over hardened nipples. He felt a hand run through his hair and, instead of getting mad at it messing up his perfect locks, he welcomed it. His hand reached the waistband of the other boys maroon boxers and slipping his fingers inside slowly drifted his hand downwards. Just as he was about to grab his prize he awoke with a start, feeling a pain shoot through his left buttock.
*@*
“Ow!” Ron’s voice echoed through the silent room, as he was abruptly woken from his dream for the second time that day.
“Ron, are you alright?” Neville’s sleepy voice came from the other side of the room. Before he could answer, another voice sounded.
“What the bloody hell are you doing on the floor, Ron?” came Seamus’ think Irish accent.
“I fell out of bed,” Ron said, using the side of the bed to hoist himself up to a standing position. He rubbed his hand over his left buttock. He had smacked it hard on the wooden floor when he had fallen and it was now aching.
He heard Harry’s laughter come from the next bed and shot a dirty look in that direction. He sighed when he realized that Harry would not be able to see it due to the darkness of the room.
“It’s not funny,” he grumbled, as he climbed back into bed. He had really been enjoying the dream he had been having and wanted so much to just jump back into the fantasy. He now knew who the blond-haired person in the dream was and wondered why he was not freaking out about two things. One, that the other person was male, and two, that the other person was Malfoy. All he could seem to think about was that he finally had gotten to touch that hair he had been longing to feel and it had felt softer than he ever could have imagined.
To his disappointment, Ron did not dream again that night and cursed the hand of fate that had made him fall out of bed just as the dream had been getting good.
*@*
Draco was distracted at breakfast the next morning. Twice now, he had suddenly woken from a dream of Ron Weasley. It was as if someone was reaching in and pulling them apart, but that was stupid, it was just a dream after all. Draco sighed heavily; this was supposed to be the start of a fantastic school year. Instead, it was turning into a nightmare. He would never admit that he harboured a crush for the fiery redhead, but that did not mean he couldn’t enjoy dreaming of him. That, however, seemed to be being taken away from him and he so desperately wanted to keep it. He had lost so much recently, he did not want to loose that too.
His eyes strayed across the room to the Gryffindor table. He could see Potter sat with the Granger, but he couldn’t see Ron anywhere. He sighed; fate really did seem to be against him at the moment. Or maybe not, he thought as he noticed a very handsome looking redhead enter the Great Hall. Draco’s eyes followed Ron as he walked down the aisle towards his friends. He watched Ron take a seat next to Potter and begin buttering a slice of toast.
“Draco, darling, what are you staring at?” Pansy’s shrilling voice cut threw his thoughts, causing him to scowl at the annoying girl.
“Nothing,” he replied, with an edge to his voice. She turned to see where his line of vision had previously been and smirked at him.
“Plotting some sort of revenge for Potter and his band of freaks?” she asked.
“Revenge for what? Saving the world? Pansy you really do talk out of your arse sometimes, dear,” he spat the last word out with extra viciousness. Until recently, there had been a contract that stated that once they left Hogwarts Draco and Pansy were to marry. However, thanks to it being Lucuis that had sighed the dotted line, the contract was now void because of his death.
“If it weren’t for them, we’d still have our parents, Draco. They wouldn’t be in Azkaban or dead,” she replied. Both her parents had been arrested last year and had recently begun serving their life sentences at Azkaban prison.
“No, if it weren’t for them, and Dumbledore, a lot more people would be dead. Including us,” he spat back, not really sure why he was defending Potter. Pansy didn’t reply after that, instead turned her attention back to her breakfast. He didn’t really hate Pansy, he knew, like him; she had had a hard life. Her parents had pushed her into the dark arts and she was set to be initiated into the circle of Death Eaters after she had finished her seventh year.
Shortly after, a piece of parchment appeared in front of him. Picking it up, Draco skimmed his eyes over his new timetable, counting how many lessons he would have with the Gryffindors. After studying his timetable for a few minutes, he slid it into his pocket, a smile on his face at the fact that Ron would be in at least four of his classes this year. One of which started in less than fifteen minutes so Draco packed up his stuff and headed towards the dungeons.
Chapter Two: Abrupt awakening
It shocked Ron to see the Thestrals that pulled the carriages from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. He had known they existed and had even seen pictures of the horse-like creatures. However, seeing them for real and knowing what caused him to see them, gave Ron a chill.
“You alright there, Ron?” Harry asked, walking up behind him.
“Yeah, It’s just I never thought I would actually see these. It’s creepy, you know?” he replied, feeling another shudder run down his spine.
“Yeah, I know,” Harry replied, his voice showing that he really did know how Ron was feeling. Ron felt guilty for bringing the subject up, of course, Harry knew how creepy seeing the Thestrals was; he had been seeing them now for almost three years,
“Sorry,” Ron mumbled.
“It’s okay. Come on,” Ron followed Harry into one of the black carriages. Hermione had gone to perform her duties as Head Girl, telling them she would see them in the Great Hall for the start of term feast.
The journey to the castle went quickly and Ron soon found himself sat at the Gryffindor table within the Great Hall. The sorting ceremony was taking place, but Ron had lost interest after the first name had been called. His mind had wondered to the dream he had had while being asleep on the train. He did not know who the person he had been dreaming of was; all he knew was that they had blond, almost white, coloured hair. Staring past Harry, who was sitting opposite Ron at the table, Ron’s eyes landed on Draco Malfoy. The hair colour was almost identical to that of the person in his dream, but it couldn’t have been Malfoy in the dream, Ron hated him.
Ron jumped when everyone around him erupted in cheers and realized another first year had been placed in the Gryffindor house. Harry gave him a sceptical look. Ron just smiled at his best friend; thanking Merlin that it had not been Hermione that had caught him not cheering for newest Gryffindor recruit. He really was not in the mood for a lecture about nerves and impressionable minds.
Once all the first years had been placed into their houses, Dumbledore stood and began his start of year speech.
“As you all know, last year was one of great misfortune and grief. Those times are over now and I have great faith that this year will be a good one. I wish to remind you all the forbidden forest is just that, forbidden to all those who do not wish to die a very painful death. Also, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you of the list of items that are not allowed within the castle, if you would like to see the list it will be kept in his office. Now, it gives me great pleasure to say, tuck in.”
After the feast, Ron quickly retreated to his room, claiming that he was feeling tired. However, when he slid beneath the covers, he found that sleep just wouldn’t come to him, though he was genuinely feeling very sleepy. After tossing and turning for hours, Ron finally managed to fall into a deep sleep. Little did he know a certain blonde-haired person had just slipped into his own bed not so far away.
*@*
Draco felt like he would never get to bed that night. His duties as Head Boy meant he had to supervise all the first years, making sure that they settled into the dungeons. This would have been fine, if a group of Slytherin boys was not continuously getting out of bed to try to sneak around the castle. Draco had had to chase them back into their rooms on numerous occasions and had even threatened them with a few hexes if they did not settle down and go to sleep. They had eventually worn themselves out and were now sleeping soundly.
Draco sighed contentedly, as he slid under the cool sheets of his bed. The soft pillow felt good against Draco’s head and before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep slumber.
He was using his mouth again, only this time another mouth was against his and a shy tongue was slipping into play. The other boy tasted good, like ginger and spices, and the flavours tingled on Draco’s tongue. He slid his hand down the soft, freckled skin of the others boys chest, letting his fingertips dance over hardened nipples. He felt a hand run through his hair and, instead of getting mad at it messing up his perfect locks, he welcomed it. His hand reached the waistband of the other boys maroon boxers and slipping his fingers inside slowly drifted his hand downwards. Just as he was about to grab his prize he awoke with a start, feeling a pain shoot through his left buttock.
*@*
“Ow!” Ron’s voice echoed through the silent room, as he was abruptly woken from his dream for the second time that day.
“Ron, are you alright?” Neville’s sleepy voice came from the other side of the room. Before he could answer, another voice sounded.
“What the bloody hell are you doing on the floor, Ron?” came Seamus’ think Irish accent.
“I fell out of bed,” Ron said, using the side of the bed to hoist himself up to a standing position. He rubbed his hand over his left buttock. He had smacked it hard on the wooden floor when he had fallen and it was now aching.
He heard Harry’s laughter come from the next bed and shot a dirty look in that direction. He sighed when he realized that Harry would not be able to see it due to the darkness of the room.
“It’s not funny,” he grumbled, as he climbed back into bed. He had really been enjoying the dream he had been having and wanted so much to just jump back into the fantasy. He now knew who the blond-haired person in the dream was and wondered why he was not freaking out about two things. One, that the other person was male, and two, that the other person was Malfoy. All he could seem to think about was that he finally had gotten to touch that hair he had been longing to feel and it had felt softer than he ever could have imagined.
To his disappointment, Ron did not dream again that night and cursed the hand of fate that had made him fall out of bed just as the dream had been getting good.
*@*
Draco was distracted at breakfast the next morning. Twice now, he had suddenly woken from a dream of Ron Weasley. It was as if someone was reaching in and pulling them apart, but that was stupid, it was just a dream after all. Draco sighed heavily; this was supposed to be the start of a fantastic school year. Instead, it was turning into a nightmare. He would never admit that he harboured a crush for the fiery redhead, but that did not mean he couldn’t enjoy dreaming of him. That, however, seemed to be being taken away from him and he so desperately wanted to keep it. He had lost so much recently, he did not want to loose that too.
His eyes strayed across the room to the Gryffindor table. He could see Potter sat with the Granger, but he couldn’t see Ron anywhere. He sighed; fate really did seem to be against him at the moment. Or maybe not, he thought as he noticed a very handsome looking redhead enter the Great Hall. Draco’s eyes followed Ron as he walked down the aisle towards his friends. He watched Ron take a seat next to Potter and begin buttering a slice of toast.
“Draco, darling, what are you staring at?” Pansy’s shrilling voice cut threw his thoughts, causing him to scowl at the annoying girl.
“Nothing,” he replied, with an edge to his voice. She turned to see where his line of vision had previously been and smirked at him.
“Plotting some sort of revenge for Potter and his band of freaks?” she asked.
“Revenge for what? Saving the world? Pansy you really do talk out of your arse sometimes, dear,” he spat the last word out with extra viciousness. Until recently, there had been a contract that stated that once they left Hogwarts Draco and Pansy were to marry. However, thanks to it being Lucuis that had sighed the dotted line, the contract was now void because of his death.
“If it weren’t for them, we’d still have our parents, Draco. They wouldn’t be in Azkaban or dead,” she replied. Both her parents had been arrested last year and had recently begun serving their life sentences at Azkaban prison.
“No, if it weren’t for them, and Dumbledore, a lot more people would be dead. Including us,” he spat back, not really sure why he was defending Potter. Pansy didn’t reply after that, instead turned her attention back to her breakfast. He didn’t really hate Pansy, he knew, like him; she had had a hard life. Her parents had pushed her into the dark arts and she was set to be initiated into the circle of Death Eaters after she had finished her seventh year.
Shortly after, a piece of parchment appeared in front of him. Picking it up, Draco skimmed his eyes over his new timetable, counting how many lessons he would have with the Gryffindors. After studying his timetable for a few minutes, he slid it into his pocket, a smile on his face at the fact that Ron would be in at least four of his classes this year. One of which started in less than fifteen minutes so Draco packed up his stuff and headed towards the dungeons.