REPOST : The Weasel and the Malfoy, part five - Harry Potterverse - Draco/Ginny
Title: The Weasel and the Malfoy, part five
Rating: 15
Setting: In the future.
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Ron, Narcissa
Disclaimer: All the characters and places belong to JKRowling. There might be a minor character or two that I might possibly own.
Summary: Some spells have very unexpected aftermaths.
Part four - Switched
~ + ~
“This is most unusual,” frowned the new Minister for Magic. “The tracing spell should have located the people responsible for last night’s events easily by now.”
Ginny fluttered her eyelashes at Minister Dumbledore and smiled cheerfully up at him. “But surely they’ll have felt the spell. Perhaps they simply got another Death Eater to remove it from them.” Beside her, Narcissa Malfoy inclined her head in a measure of agreement.
Dumbledore beamed happily at the two of them. “No, that event is most unlikely my dear. Part of the spell is a prohibition on the recipient to speak of it. Once it locates the person, it is meant to lead us directly to them.” He looked at the bedroom floor, while Neville and the other two Forensic Aurors were busy sifting through the charred remains of the tracer spell.
Dumbledore sighed. “I fear that these people may have discovered a shielding spell already.” He turned towards the two ladies, and bowed slightly. “Shall we go downstairs, and leave Neville and his men to their work? There is a matter of some import that I would like to discuss with you and the lads.” He beamed cheerfully once more, “Hopefully they’ll be back from their short trip by now.”
~ + ~
And two floors below them, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were at that precise moment inspecting their bodies in sheer horror. Pressing up against the single mirror in the Gentlemen’s toilet, they were busy pressing, poking and prying their respective new faces in a desperate attempt to prove themselves wrong.
“Oh Merlin!” swore Ron, looking at his new blond locks in the mirror. “This is not fucking right!” he wailed.
The reflection raised one supercilious eyebrow, and said in an icy tone, “Seems perfectly reasonable to me, dear boy. Dashing good looks, icy cold gaze, and cheekbones you could cut this mirror with.” Ron stared at the mirror in disbelief, broken only by the reflection looking a little abashed and quickly adding “not that you would harm a perfectly innocent mirror, of course.”
A very familiar red haired face popped into view along Ron’s new one in the reflection. “Are you completely mad?” exploded what could only be Draco. “Can’t you tell that we… we’re…that I’m… What the fuck is going on here?”
He turned to Ron and grabbed hold of his robes bringing him up close to Draco’s face. Funny, Ron hadn’t realized just how strong he really was before. It must be all that Quidditch keeping practice. And really, being this close to his own face was oddly disconcerting. “What the hell have you done, Wea.. Weas…Malfoy!” Draco almost screamed.
Bringing his arms up, Ron slapped Draco’s hands off his robes. “Look, Ferret-boy..” he started, then paused as that seemed to come out okay. “Malfo..” he started before going on to getting “Weasley!” out easily.
Draco’s eyes widened in understanding, and he dragged Ron away from the mirror. In the furthest away corner of the toilets, he cleared his throat, and spoke, “Listen Weasley, some kind of spell has been cast on us. Quite aside from this damn body swapping thing,” he shuddered but continued, “It looks like we can’t actually tell anyone about it either! Notice how we can’t talk about it when we’re by the mirror?”
Ron’s eyes grew panicked for a moment. “Then how the hell are we supposed to get it reversed?” he sneered back at Draco.
Taken aback at the sheer venom of that sneer, and quite inwardly impressed at how good he himself must look while doing that, Draco just looked at Ron. “Idiot! It must be something to do with Dumbledore and those Forensic Aurors he mentioned were coming here.” He looked around meaningfully at the mirror. “Now let’s get out there and see if anyone knows anything. And remember - it looks like we can’t tell anyone!”
~ + ~
Ginny looked around in slight relief as the two young men entered the main room together. No obvious black eyes, no visible marks and bruises - looks like Ron had managed to curb his enthusiasm for punching his way out of a problem for once. And even better, that meant Draco was physically fine after all. She’d worried when the three of them had descended from the upper bedrooms, only to find the boys not back yet.
She narrowed her eyes in slight confusion. Something was definitely off about Ron though - and Draco, although she wasn’t that familiar with his body language yet. Something about the eyes seemed different. She broke off wondering as Dumbledore turned and spoke to them.
“Ah… good to see you again, Ronald and Draco,” he began. “If you would care to join your respective charges at the table, I’ll explain what I’d like you to do.” He paused and looked at the two of them as they came towards the table. “Ron? If you’d sit by Narcissa here, and Draco with Ginny please.”
The two young men shot an undecipherable look at each other, and almost reluctantly moved to their assigned positions. Ginny made a mental note to ask them just what they’d discussed in their absence. A quick glance at Narcissa’s face showed the same idle curiosity, quickly hidden behind a face of utmost calm and serenity.
Sitting in their chairs at the long table, the four of them stared expectantly at Dumbledore at the head of it. “Frankly I was afraid of this,” started Dumbledore softly. “This is not the only sign of renewed Death Eater activity, merely the nearest to me in person. It is becoming obvious in some respects that not all the Death Eaters died with their master the other day.”
Draco stared in slight shock at the bearded wizard standing in front of them. Did that mean that his father might still be alive out there somewhere? And that meant his mother could still be in danger. Automatically, his hand reached out to his mother sitting beside him. “Don’t worry, Narcissa,” he heard his voice say, “I’ll look after you.” Narcissa? He’d distinctly meant to say Mother - what was this spell doing to him?
His mother smiled at him, a real smile full of warmth and love. He hadn’t seen one of those in years. “Thank you, Ron,” she said. “I feel much better with you looking after my body.”
Oh fuck.
For a moment there he’d forgotten he was in that red-headed lump’s body. Looking across the table, he saw a very familiar dirty look coming his way from the blond haired man sitting there. Despondent again, he slumped back down in his chair. Only to almost jump up suddenly from a hand on his leg, stroking upwards.
Dumbledore continued on. “Earlier today, Hapsgood Manor in Kent was broken into in what appeared to be a Death Eater attack”
Draco thought about panicking and screaming at the thought that his mother (his mother!) was moving ever closer to his groin while leaning forward and apparently paying great attention to Dumbledore. Desperately trying not to give anything away, he slapped her hands away only to have it creep back, in quite another area altogether. The thought briefly ran through his head that perhaps his tendencies to teasing and slight malevolence hadn’t come from his father after all.
“And that’s why I’d like you four that I know I can trust to go and investigate,” remarked Dumbledore at the end of his talk.
Across the table, Draco recognized a shocked and pleased expression that gave way to stunned horror on “his” own face. Ron’s new slightly built blond body was pressed against the table, as Ginny seemed to be busy picking up some sort of paperwork from off the floor under the table.
Suddenly springing away from the table and rushing around to his side, “Draco” spoke quickly, “Certainly, Minister - we’d love to do that. If you’ll excuse us, Ron and I will go on ahead and scout out the area.”
Draco blinked. Had the Weasel actually come up with a good idea before him? Who cared! Jumping up from the table quickly himself and trying to rearrange his robes, he plastered a great wide smile on his face and grabbed the other’s arm. “Great idea, Draco! Lets go!”
Almost running out of the room in their hurry, they left both women behind them, looking at each other in baffled incomprehension.
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Rating: 15
Setting: In the future.
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Ron, Narcissa
Disclaimer: All the characters and places belong to JKRowling. There might be a minor character or two that I might possibly own.
Summary: Some spells have very unexpected aftermaths.
Part four - Switched
~ + ~
“This is most unusual,” frowned the new Minister for Magic. “The tracing spell should have located the people responsible for last night’s events easily by now.”
Ginny fluttered her eyelashes at Minister Dumbledore and smiled cheerfully up at him. “But surely they’ll have felt the spell. Perhaps they simply got another Death Eater to remove it from them.” Beside her, Narcissa Malfoy inclined her head in a measure of agreement.
Dumbledore beamed happily at the two of them. “No, that event is most unlikely my dear. Part of the spell is a prohibition on the recipient to speak of it. Once it locates the person, it is meant to lead us directly to them.” He looked at the bedroom floor, while Neville and the other two Forensic Aurors were busy sifting through the charred remains of the tracer spell.
Dumbledore sighed. “I fear that these people may have discovered a shielding spell already.” He turned towards the two ladies, and bowed slightly. “Shall we go downstairs, and leave Neville and his men to their work? There is a matter of some import that I would like to discuss with you and the lads.” He beamed cheerfully once more, “Hopefully they’ll be back from their short trip by now.”
~ + ~
And two floors below them, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were at that precise moment inspecting their bodies in sheer horror. Pressing up against the single mirror in the Gentlemen’s toilet, they were busy pressing, poking and prying their respective new faces in a desperate attempt to prove themselves wrong.
“Oh Merlin!” swore Ron, looking at his new blond locks in the mirror. “This is not fucking right!” he wailed.
The reflection raised one supercilious eyebrow, and said in an icy tone, “Seems perfectly reasonable to me, dear boy. Dashing good looks, icy cold gaze, and cheekbones you could cut this mirror with.” Ron stared at the mirror in disbelief, broken only by the reflection looking a little abashed and quickly adding “not that you would harm a perfectly innocent mirror, of course.”
A very familiar red haired face popped into view along Ron’s new one in the reflection. “Are you completely mad?” exploded what could only be Draco. “Can’t you tell that we… we’re…that I’m… What the fuck is going on here?”
He turned to Ron and grabbed hold of his robes bringing him up close to Draco’s face. Funny, Ron hadn’t realized just how strong he really was before. It must be all that Quidditch keeping practice. And really, being this close to his own face was oddly disconcerting. “What the hell have you done, Wea.. Weas…Malfoy!” Draco almost screamed.
Bringing his arms up, Ron slapped Draco’s hands off his robes. “Look, Ferret-boy..” he started, then paused as that seemed to come out okay. “Malfo..” he started before going on to getting “Weasley!” out easily.
Draco’s eyes widened in understanding, and he dragged Ron away from the mirror. In the furthest away corner of the toilets, he cleared his throat, and spoke, “Listen Weasley, some kind of spell has been cast on us. Quite aside from this damn body swapping thing,” he shuddered but continued, “It looks like we can’t actually tell anyone about it either! Notice how we can’t talk about it when we’re by the mirror?”
Ron’s eyes grew panicked for a moment. “Then how the hell are we supposed to get it reversed?” he sneered back at Draco.
Taken aback at the sheer venom of that sneer, and quite inwardly impressed at how good he himself must look while doing that, Draco just looked at Ron. “Idiot! It must be something to do with Dumbledore and those Forensic Aurors he mentioned were coming here.” He looked around meaningfully at the mirror. “Now let’s get out there and see if anyone knows anything. And remember - it looks like we can’t tell anyone!”
~ + ~
Ginny looked around in slight relief as the two young men entered the main room together. No obvious black eyes, no visible marks and bruises - looks like Ron had managed to curb his enthusiasm for punching his way out of a problem for once. And even better, that meant Draco was physically fine after all. She’d worried when the three of them had descended from the upper bedrooms, only to find the boys not back yet.
She narrowed her eyes in slight confusion. Something was definitely off about Ron though - and Draco, although she wasn’t that familiar with his body language yet. Something about the eyes seemed different. She broke off wondering as Dumbledore turned and spoke to them.
“Ah… good to see you again, Ronald and Draco,” he began. “If you would care to join your respective charges at the table, I’ll explain what I’d like you to do.” He paused and looked at the two of them as they came towards the table. “Ron? If you’d sit by Narcissa here, and Draco with Ginny please.”
The two young men shot an undecipherable look at each other, and almost reluctantly moved to their assigned positions. Ginny made a mental note to ask them just what they’d discussed in their absence. A quick glance at Narcissa’s face showed the same idle curiosity, quickly hidden behind a face of utmost calm and serenity.
Sitting in their chairs at the long table, the four of them stared expectantly at Dumbledore at the head of it. “Frankly I was afraid of this,” started Dumbledore softly. “This is not the only sign of renewed Death Eater activity, merely the nearest to me in person. It is becoming obvious in some respects that not all the Death Eaters died with their master the other day.”
Draco stared in slight shock at the bearded wizard standing in front of them. Did that mean that his father might still be alive out there somewhere? And that meant his mother could still be in danger. Automatically, his hand reached out to his mother sitting beside him. “Don’t worry, Narcissa,” he heard his voice say, “I’ll look after you.” Narcissa? He’d distinctly meant to say Mother - what was this spell doing to him?
His mother smiled at him, a real smile full of warmth and love. He hadn’t seen one of those in years. “Thank you, Ron,” she said. “I feel much better with you looking after my body.”
Oh fuck.
For a moment there he’d forgotten he was in that red-headed lump’s body. Looking across the table, he saw a very familiar dirty look coming his way from the blond haired man sitting there. Despondent again, he slumped back down in his chair. Only to almost jump up suddenly from a hand on his leg, stroking upwards.
Dumbledore continued on. “Earlier today, Hapsgood Manor in Kent was broken into in what appeared to be a Death Eater attack”
Draco thought about panicking and screaming at the thought that his mother (his mother!) was moving ever closer to his groin while leaning forward and apparently paying great attention to Dumbledore. Desperately trying not to give anything away, he slapped her hands away only to have it creep back, in quite another area altogether. The thought briefly ran through his head that perhaps his tendencies to teasing and slight malevolence hadn’t come from his father after all.
“And that’s why I’d like you four that I know I can trust to go and investigate,” remarked Dumbledore at the end of his talk.
Across the table, Draco recognized a shocked and pleased expression that gave way to stunned horror on “his” own face. Ron’s new slightly built blond body was pressed against the table, as Ginny seemed to be busy picking up some sort of paperwork from off the floor under the table.
Suddenly springing away from the table and rushing around to his side, “Draco” spoke quickly, “Certainly, Minister - we’d love to do that. If you’ll excuse us, Ron and I will go on ahead and scout out the area.”
Draco blinked. Had the Weasel actually come up with a good idea before him? Who cared! Jumping up from the table quickly himself and trying to rearrange his robes, he plastered a great wide smile on his face and grabbed the other’s arm. “Great idea, Draco! Lets go!”
Almost running out of the room in their hurry, they left both women behind them, looking at each other in baffled incomprehension.
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