The Family Jewels
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Don’t tell me the truth
Chapter 34
Don’t tell me the truth
Ron Weasley wrapped his arms around Pansy, wondering how to get her to tell him what was bothering her. She had been quiet all day; clearly something was on her mind. Maybe the direct approach was best. “Pansy, what’s wrong, love? You didn’t eat much at lunch, and you have a frown right here,” his finger gently touched her face between her eyebrows.
“Is it that obvious?” she sighed, deciding that she should just tell him.
“Not to other people. But to me, yes. So spill,” Ron said, smiling at her.
“Both Vince and Greg got owls at breakfast from a black eagle owl. It looked an awful lot like Lord Malfoy’s owl to me, and they spent the rest of the meal whispering. They didn’t even eat. When have you ever seen Crabbe and Goyle not eat?” Pansy asked in a disgusted fashion.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Not even a small smile from Pansy. “What do you think is going on?” Ron was concerned; anything that had to do with Lord Malfoy was not good news for Hermione.
“They took the Dark Mark this summer, did you know?” Pansy asked him.
“Actually, I didn’t know that, but it’s hardly unexpected, is it?” Ron was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“They got up from the table and walked over to Draco and told him that he could count on them. Draco just looked at them as if they’d lost their little minds and said that was good to know,” Pansy said. “Draco never hangs out with them anymore, and I’m sure he dismissed it, but I had a bad feeling about it. They looked really excited, they miss Draco a lot.”
“Should we do anything, love?” Ron wanted her to know that whatever bothered her bothered him. He knew he was falling in love with her, but he also knew it was too early to say anything. Pansy was so skittish about her feelings he was afraid she would just run away from their relationship if she knew he was serious about her.
“I don’t know what I could do. Maybe I should talk to Blaise about it,” she said excitedly. “Blaise always knows what to do.”
“That sounds like a good idea, Pansy. Blaise knows everything about Draco, I’m sure he can make sense of this.” Ron kissed her cheek. “Should we go find him now, love? I don’t like seeing you worried.”
“Thanks, Ronnie. I knew I could count on you.” She got up and waited for him to stand.
‘I doubt if you understand how much you can count on me, love,’ he thought to himself before taking her hand and leading her back into the castle.
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Draco walked into the Head common room to find Hermione and Blaise sitting on the couch, talking quietly. He had his arm around her, but they didn’t jump apart at his approach, Hermione merely smiled and held her hand out to him. Draco took her hand and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Aren’t you late for Quidditch practice, love?” she asked him.
Draco shook his head. “It was pushed back for an hour for Gryffindor to practice today too.” He glanced at his watch. “I do need to get changed, though.”
“Draco what was going on with Tweedles Dumb and Dumber at breakfast this morning?” Blaise asked, rather concerned. “It’s been bothering me all day.”
“Tweedle Dumb and ….?” Hermione asked.
“Blaise’s own personal nicknames for Crabbe and Goyle, love,” Draco answered her. “And I don’t know. How did you notice anyway? You weren’t paying any attention to them,” Draco asked Blaise, rather taken aback.
Blaise gave Draco an affronted look, “I notice everything. You, of all people, should know that by now.”
“Wait, what happened with them this morning? You two never tell me anything,” Hermione complained.
“First of all, all that happened was that they told me I could count on them, whatever that means. And second of all, that is not true, we tell you almost everything,” Draco finished.
“Almost?” Hermione questioned with a jealous glint in her eye.
“Hermione, big picture,” Blaise reminded her. “Those two are Death Eaters, Draco. I find their pledge of allegiance to you bothersome, to say the least. Severus has been saying that the Death Eaters are plotting something for a while now. Just be cautious.”
“Constant Vigilance!” Hermione said with a smirk.
“Huh?” they both looked at her with confused faces.
“Never mind,” she told them, a bit sadly.
“So, are you ready for the match with Gryffindor?” Blaise asked in a lazy fashion that didn’t fool Draco for a minute.
“You two have a wager on the match, don’t you? What are the stakes? Maybe you can make it worth my while to beat Scarhead to the Snitch,” Draco sneered.
Blaise and Hermione shared a covert glance over the stakes for their bet. Blaise wanted Draco to know how desperate he was for Slytherin to win, so he decided to spill. “Well, if Slytherin wins, Hermione has promised to wear something I will give her and never take it off.” Draco nodded, knowing that it bothered Blaise that she wore the Talisman of Venus at all times. “And if Gryffindor wins, I have to walk up to Potter and tell him that he’s the best Seeker this school has ever seen. Isn’t that right, cara?”
Hermione was treated to quite a ferocious glare from the Slytherin Seeker. “Did you think of that all by yourself, Hermione, or did Potter put you up to it?” Draco bit out.
Hermione did look faintly ashamed, but she held her head up. “I can come up with my own methods of torturing you, thank you,” she declared.
“Thank you Hermione, Blaise, I find myself uncommonly motivated now. Perhaps I should get changed for practice now,” Draco said, walking up the stairs to his room, stripping as he went.
“You just had to tell him,” Hermione groaned.
“I intend to win, cara. Draco will never let me down now,” Blaise said smugly.
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The Gryffindor Quidditch team was still up in the air when Slytherin showed up at the edge of the pitch, shouldering their brooms. Draco Malfoy was intensely angry, everyone on his team knew it, and they were each mentally going over the last few days to determine if they were the cause. He had said nothing, merely glancing around the changing room, then walking to the pitch. He was instantly followed by every member of the team.
He was now leaning against the wall, seemingly relaxed as he waited for Gryffindor to finish. Nott and Bletchley backed a few steps away to whisper together without drawing his ire. “Was it you?” Nott asked, very quietly.
“No, mate, I haven’t done a thing. I have been AJ Squared Away, here to stay and not to play.” Miles’ lips quirked briefly.
“You think you’re funny now. Draco is pissed. We better win on Saturday.” Theo just looked up at the Gryffindor chasers, throwing the Quaffle back and forth, seemingly without even looking at each other.
“Maybe a pissed off Draco is what we need. Everyone is so fucking scared of him; maybe we’ll have a flawless match on Saturday.” Miles was beginning to convince himself that Draco was merely getting mentally psyched up, and planning on taking it out on them, of course.
That lasted until Harry Potter blew his whistle and called an end to practice. His team landed, and began to make their way to the Gryffindor changing room. Draco’s eyes never left Potter, and as he got closer, Draco suddenly was in the middle of the path, blocking Potter’s way.
“Care to make a wager with me directly, Potter? Or are you such a nancy that you will only send women to do your dirty work?” Draco asked in a low, threatening voice.
Harry wasn’t sure what had crawled up Malfoy’s arse, but he wasn’t about to back down in front of both of their teams. “I don’t know what the bleeding hell you’re talking about Malfoy, but I’ll wager you on the match. In case you haven’t noticed, Gryffindors are the brave ones.”
“You’re going to need that bravery, Potty. When Slytherin wins, you have to be my slave for a day.” Draco was pleased with his idea for the wager, but the smile he gave the assembled players was anything but pleasant.
“Why do you do these things to yourself, ferret? You’ve never beaten me to the Snitch, and you’re not going to this time, either. I’ll take the same terms. Breakfast in bed is going to be oh so sweet when you personally deliver it.” Harry got right into Draco’s personal space.
“Is it a bet, then?” Draco held out his hand.
“You bet your arse it is.” Harry shook Draco’s hand, perhaps more tightly than was strictly necessary.
Miles and Theo were both smiling broadly. Draco was going to be all over the Snitch, and yes, he was angry, but not at them. Today was a beautiful day for a little Quidditch.
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A/N – Thank you so much to all who have read and reviewed. I might perhaps be motivated to get more chapters up this week before HBP comes out if you leave me a review.
danny dubya – I’ll have to give the orgy idea some thought.
Don’t tell me the truth
Ron Weasley wrapped his arms around Pansy, wondering how to get her to tell him what was bothering her. She had been quiet all day; clearly something was on her mind. Maybe the direct approach was best. “Pansy, what’s wrong, love? You didn’t eat much at lunch, and you have a frown right here,” his finger gently touched her face between her eyebrows.
“Is it that obvious?” she sighed, deciding that she should just tell him.
“Not to other people. But to me, yes. So spill,” Ron said, smiling at her.
“Both Vince and Greg got owls at breakfast from a black eagle owl. It looked an awful lot like Lord Malfoy’s owl to me, and they spent the rest of the meal whispering. They didn’t even eat. When have you ever seen Crabbe and Goyle not eat?” Pansy asked in a disgusted fashion.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Not even a small smile from Pansy. “What do you think is going on?” Ron was concerned; anything that had to do with Lord Malfoy was not good news for Hermione.
“They took the Dark Mark this summer, did you know?” Pansy asked him.
“Actually, I didn’t know that, but it’s hardly unexpected, is it?” Ron was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“They got up from the table and walked over to Draco and told him that he could count on them. Draco just looked at them as if they’d lost their little minds and said that was good to know,” Pansy said. “Draco never hangs out with them anymore, and I’m sure he dismissed it, but I had a bad feeling about it. They looked really excited, they miss Draco a lot.”
“Should we do anything, love?” Ron wanted her to know that whatever bothered her bothered him. He knew he was falling in love with her, but he also knew it was too early to say anything. Pansy was so skittish about her feelings he was afraid she would just run away from their relationship if she knew he was serious about her.
“I don’t know what I could do. Maybe I should talk to Blaise about it,” she said excitedly. “Blaise always knows what to do.”
“That sounds like a good idea, Pansy. Blaise knows everything about Draco, I’m sure he can make sense of this.” Ron kissed her cheek. “Should we go find him now, love? I don’t like seeing you worried.”
“Thanks, Ronnie. I knew I could count on you.” She got up and waited for him to stand.
‘I doubt if you understand how much you can count on me, love,’ he thought to himself before taking her hand and leading her back into the castle.
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Draco walked into the Head common room to find Hermione and Blaise sitting on the couch, talking quietly. He had his arm around her, but they didn’t jump apart at his approach, Hermione merely smiled and held her hand out to him. Draco took her hand and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Aren’t you late for Quidditch practice, love?” she asked him.
Draco shook his head. “It was pushed back for an hour for Gryffindor to practice today too.” He glanced at his watch. “I do need to get changed, though.”
“Draco what was going on with Tweedles Dumb and Dumber at breakfast this morning?” Blaise asked, rather concerned. “It’s been bothering me all day.”
“Tweedle Dumb and ….?” Hermione asked.
“Blaise’s own personal nicknames for Crabbe and Goyle, love,” Draco answered her. “And I don’t know. How did you notice anyway? You weren’t paying any attention to them,” Draco asked Blaise, rather taken aback.
Blaise gave Draco an affronted look, “I notice everything. You, of all people, should know that by now.”
“Wait, what happened with them this morning? You two never tell me anything,” Hermione complained.
“First of all, all that happened was that they told me I could count on them, whatever that means. And second of all, that is not true, we tell you almost everything,” Draco finished.
“Almost?” Hermione questioned with a jealous glint in her eye.
“Hermione, big picture,” Blaise reminded her. “Those two are Death Eaters, Draco. I find their pledge of allegiance to you bothersome, to say the least. Severus has been saying that the Death Eaters are plotting something for a while now. Just be cautious.”
“Constant Vigilance!” Hermione said with a smirk.
“Huh?” they both looked at her with confused faces.
“Never mind,” she told them, a bit sadly.
“So, are you ready for the match with Gryffindor?” Blaise asked in a lazy fashion that didn’t fool Draco for a minute.
“You two have a wager on the match, don’t you? What are the stakes? Maybe you can make it worth my while to beat Scarhead to the Snitch,” Draco sneered.
Blaise and Hermione shared a covert glance over the stakes for their bet. Blaise wanted Draco to know how desperate he was for Slytherin to win, so he decided to spill. “Well, if Slytherin wins, Hermione has promised to wear something I will give her and never take it off.” Draco nodded, knowing that it bothered Blaise that she wore the Talisman of Venus at all times. “And if Gryffindor wins, I have to walk up to Potter and tell him that he’s the best Seeker this school has ever seen. Isn’t that right, cara?”
Hermione was treated to quite a ferocious glare from the Slytherin Seeker. “Did you think of that all by yourself, Hermione, or did Potter put you up to it?” Draco bit out.
Hermione did look faintly ashamed, but she held her head up. “I can come up with my own methods of torturing you, thank you,” she declared.
“Thank you Hermione, Blaise, I find myself uncommonly motivated now. Perhaps I should get changed for practice now,” Draco said, walking up the stairs to his room, stripping as he went.
“You just had to tell him,” Hermione groaned.
“I intend to win, cara. Draco will never let me down now,” Blaise said smugly.
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The Gryffindor Quidditch team was still up in the air when Slytherin showed up at the edge of the pitch, shouldering their brooms. Draco Malfoy was intensely angry, everyone on his team knew it, and they were each mentally going over the last few days to determine if they were the cause. He had said nothing, merely glancing around the changing room, then walking to the pitch. He was instantly followed by every member of the team.
He was now leaning against the wall, seemingly relaxed as he waited for Gryffindor to finish. Nott and Bletchley backed a few steps away to whisper together without drawing his ire. “Was it you?” Nott asked, very quietly.
“No, mate, I haven’t done a thing. I have been AJ Squared Away, here to stay and not to play.” Miles’ lips quirked briefly.
“You think you’re funny now. Draco is pissed. We better win on Saturday.” Theo just looked up at the Gryffindor chasers, throwing the Quaffle back and forth, seemingly without even looking at each other.
“Maybe a pissed off Draco is what we need. Everyone is so fucking scared of him; maybe we’ll have a flawless match on Saturday.” Miles was beginning to convince himself that Draco was merely getting mentally psyched up, and planning on taking it out on them, of course.
That lasted until Harry Potter blew his whistle and called an end to practice. His team landed, and began to make their way to the Gryffindor changing room. Draco’s eyes never left Potter, and as he got closer, Draco suddenly was in the middle of the path, blocking Potter’s way.
“Care to make a wager with me directly, Potter? Or are you such a nancy that you will only send women to do your dirty work?” Draco asked in a low, threatening voice.
Harry wasn’t sure what had crawled up Malfoy’s arse, but he wasn’t about to back down in front of both of their teams. “I don’t know what the bleeding hell you’re talking about Malfoy, but I’ll wager you on the match. In case you haven’t noticed, Gryffindors are the brave ones.”
“You’re going to need that bravery, Potty. When Slytherin wins, you have to be my slave for a day.” Draco was pleased with his idea for the wager, but the smile he gave the assembled players was anything but pleasant.
“Why do you do these things to yourself, ferret? You’ve never beaten me to the Snitch, and you’re not going to this time, either. I’ll take the same terms. Breakfast in bed is going to be oh so sweet when you personally deliver it.” Harry got right into Draco’s personal space.
“Is it a bet, then?” Draco held out his hand.
“You bet your arse it is.” Harry shook Draco’s hand, perhaps more tightly than was strictly necessary.
Miles and Theo were both smiling broadly. Draco was going to be all over the Snitch, and yes, he was angry, but not at them. Today was a beautiful day for a little Quidditch.
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A/N – Thank you so much to all who have read and reviewed. I might perhaps be motivated to get more chapters up this week before HBP comes out if you leave me a review.
danny dubya – I’ll have to give the orgy idea some thought.