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This is the series I've been watching and has some very cute bishies. It is about a place where humans and youkai live in harmony until someone starts to experiment with what should not. This causes youkais go crazy and attack humans. Four men are sent to investigate the origin of the disorder, three of them are "bastards" and only one, the leader, is human.

is a group with all the known components of the anime. The good, the bad, the not so good and not so bad. We princes, gods, doctors crazy and of course, the guys that fix everything and break mothers. They have the classic four young cute, sentimental and loud, the womanizing, smooth, clean the intellectual disorders smiling without saying a word and the leader quiet, mysterious , cool with the only difference that occasionally burst shooting everything that moves.

course, we also have the monsters and not as monsters between humans and yokai and youkais not all gone mad. The problem is that only those with a mission youkais have managed to retain his sanity and as soon lose that " mission "lose their heads. Likewise, the three accompanying youkai half human and half would go crazy and econtrar the reason why all the trouble is vital before time runs out.

All told, is a series that has its hand side too cute but violent and insensitive.

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The Seventh Book

Yes, a complete and total disaster and I do not mean the book as such, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. To all, I mean what has caused their appearance.

First ... start wars that do not want to be "spoilers". Then ... War of the managers of several places to try to explain their "no intellectual often" members to be put a SPOILER WARNING and after that re-explain that they "can not" put the spoiler in the summary of their stories where every eye will see.

then I've been three nights without speaking a lot with Dark because it is ... "Reading HP in English." While not read and write by writing, as I am the beta, I have to betear tons. The result? Zero communication.

My Karo cute you just want to talk of "potterdamerung?, Anyways, it's nice to hear an occasional criticism, but I'm not in the mood to laugh at absolutely everything put against the book, even if they are fanatical book fucking least he put his epilogue Rowling.

Gone are the stories 'original' in fandom for a long time while the writers are serving the need to write about the events of Deathly Hallows and the long slash that has the book. Needs often seem. .. same thing as the "necessity" of going to the bathroom. For the record, I have not read even one story about this seventh book and I think it will until I get over the anger.

AU prefer to continue with my fandom. I just hope that the few stories I read did not mix with the seventh book midway. Because then yes I will give the Olympic yeyo.

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things really are not easy today. Anyways. We just created a humble community. Incantatem Slash ( slashincantatem ). Obviously try to slash stories as a guide for links to stories that I like myself and my dear friend Dark ( dark_guy ), I hope nobody will mind if is not on the list, but the criteria will depend solely on our tastes and interests. That leaves many things out.

community we hope that at least serve as reference for good stories, because we have months without finding anything really good to read. Slasheaven We have noticed that each day up more and more stories with less sense, completely ignoring the guidelines basic grammar and spelling. top of that we have seen stories based on rape and torture without end have more reading and comments promoting good plots and stories with decent style (in short, quality ) .

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This time in the Buffy universe, without relying too much on the universe of Angel. Xander has had no luck this time and ends turned into a vampire. Spike thinks the new vampire is pretty cute. *******



Buffy's characters belong to Josh Wedono

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the Bronze, full of dancing bodies. The best time accessed, the twelve o'clock . Not all the bodies were human but everyone had fun. One of those bodies in particular have lost a great need in that environment. It was something I used to do, at least not without being accompanied. But tonight was different, I needed to be alone, I needed to miss. He danced as he

learned to dance those months during which he had learned the not so usual job of dancing for money. danced with eyes closed and did not care about any of the friction he received overnight, even when arms rested on your hips and molds to your body without pressing too hard.

"Why are you alone?" The voice whispered in his ear. For a moment thought away, the voice was male. However, that night they wanted to be the white knight to calm maidens here and there, listening to their stories or watching their white smiles.

"It's not important." Answered without opening his eyes. The answer seemed to be enough for his companion and felt some relief. There would not pour out his soul to anyone. No, Xander did not need that, just needed a bit of anonymity and fun , forget everything that made his life a misery.

"What's your name?"

"Xan."

"Josh." Remained hands on your hips without trying to direct it, simply as a way to follow suit, to synchronize their movements naturally. "I have the feeling that you want to forget." Xander nodded. "I can help?"

"Enough with dancing." What we spent the night dancing with Josh Xander continued without noticing that Josh was the presence of which was that no one else is approach. At four o'clock Josh tried to take him to the bar with the excuse that he should be tired. Xander declined the offer and proceeded to leave. I did not need to take anything, it felt good as it was. , Josh was good company, a normal guy, maybe about twenty years, affable smile and gentle eyes, the same height but a little Xander thinner. "Thanks for the company."

"I can accompany you on the way if you want."

"No ... I'm fine, thanks." The boy looked at him with obvious interest and Xander felt strangely flattered. For a moment he recalled that time when Willow asked to change your preferences. You may not need a spell to get it ... "Okay ... but only a few blocks." I said with all seriousness that could . The man gave a charming smile and answer a felt Xander so ashamed.

walked slowly. I did not want to go even home yet knew it was past its time to be back. But what did it, it was as if their parents to worry about that.

When they walked some streets Xander felt that it was time to leave. His house was a few blocks, it would soon get so turned to do just that.'s When the chill in the base of his neck told him that something had to go wrong. "I'm not saying goodbye yet, Xan." I said Josh showing a pair of tusks and gold eyes.

For a moment, did not react. Just did not want to react. Had spent a week miserable, but that particular day had been miserable, except the time that had happened in the Bronze. It was not just that. That was all. I was tired of everything. He did not react when the vampire pushed him against a house, effectively trapping him. "It appears that you have experience with vampires."

"More than I wanted. "

" Are pet one? "asked the vampire with unusual smoothness. Without even thinking about the dark denied lying. "You're a guy too sweet to die tonight." He thought the vampire but not given time to respond but Xander sank its fangs into his neck.

tried to remove it, tried with all their might but once attached to his neck and drinking her blood was a simple equation, the vampire became strong and he grew weaker. When I let go and head felt too light and legs felt like jelly. Well, at least I would leave him alone or so I thought when the vampire thing pressed against her mouth. A metallic taste soon recognized, it was not until he had swallowed it and then admitted he knew it was also too late.

few seconds later, the vampire was far above him abruptly.

"Bloody Hell." Heard someone exclaim. A small skirmish, but the rest escaped to his senses until he saw on it a platinum head I knew.

"Spike." Whispered before his heart stopped beating.

Spike put his hands to his head a few seconds.'d Kill the vampire who had done this. Why was that be Xander? go mad in wake transformed ... or worse.

Not knowing what to do actually walked from side to side until I finally decided to collect the body of the dark and take home the watchman. *******



Giles heard frantic banging when it opened was shocked to discover Spike, but when he saw what he had in his thoughts flew arms.

"Giles. The first thing you say is it was not me, okay?" I have the chip, could not, do not forget. "

" Forward. "Invited him without thinking twice . The blond took him to the sofa and went away.

"What happened?" Asked the security guard immediately approached.

"He's ... dead." Giles turned to him with disbelief and Spike again refused. "Sorry ... no time ... I got the hell .... I had swallowed when I removed it off. , Buffy will kill me. "whispered the end.

"You say ..."

"What I mean is that Xander is dead ... but soon we'll have another Xander here. I was late, but it's not as if it were to stop there ... "Spike looked up at the guard and gave a long sigh." Perhaps you can not do anything for your heart but you probably can do something for Wills your soul ... do not know ... if they want to keep your soul and all that ... "

" Can you watch while I communicate with Willow and Buffy? "

" Sure. "He said immediately.

"How do you think later on ... wake up?"

"That depends, not everyone takes the same time. One day perhaps. Tomorrow night. "

" Well ... not much time but ... I'll see what we can do. "

" just will not use the same curse Angelus. Would be a disaster. "

" I'll take it in account. "*******



When Xander woke up the first thing I wanted was to go back to unconsciousness. The light was burning in the eyes, skin tingled no apparent reason, was too noisy to around, everyone seemed to scream and the air seemed suffocating with so many smells.

If I added that I could not move and his stomach seemed to have eaten food for a month ... the situation was desperate.

tried loose and not being able groaned in despair. The bonds did not give in so he tried harder. Suddenly the sound became impossible to discern, as if awakened a swarm of bees but with human voices . The first thing she saw was Willow.

"Oh, Xander." Cried just get scared.

"Willow, help me." Cried immediately, but the redhead did not move from its place. "Willow?"

"Sorry, Xan." I said in a whisper. "But I can not let go." Behind her Giles and Buffy entered the room where he was.

"Xander ... how do you feel?" Asked Giles as Buffy was tentatively in the doorway, watching with a frown but not really close.

"I feel horrible. I have a headache. I feel I can listen to the ants walking and ... Willow, what perfume are you using? I can smell it over here."

"Xan ... use the same old thing. "He turned to dark twist.

"Sorry, Wills ... But ... I have so hungry that the smell makes me nauseous."

"And what are you hungry?"

"I do not know ... something hot, mmhhh ... thick liquid ... "Hot chocolate?" Muttered confused.

"Oh, Xander." Miserable exclaimed in a tone redhead.

"I'll get something ... liquid, hot and thick. "Buffy commented seeing a chance to get away.

"Why do not you bring me one too?" Spike said from the hallway just behind the blonde Buffy making startled and gave him an angry look.

"Who let you in?"

"Giles let me enter. How is the puppy?"

"How can you be?" Buffy growled before taking it out of the way of a push. Spike held his smile that would come to light, but only slightly. The figure tied to the chair caught his eye immediately. ... the new Xander Xander. With his face completely sucked out, trying to loosen up, talking with red hair like the most natural thing in the world, oblivious to what your body is trying.

was simply impossible to ignore how innocent Xander did see his vampiric form. The teeth were present, that there was no doubt. The golden eyes, even inhuman, softened by an expression seemed confused. An expression almost tender in his opinion. He shook his head slightly. Xander always managed to succeed him as strange.

better She came to watch and the golden eyes were fixed on him. "Spike?" It is too early Visitors? "asked the brunette.

"How do you know that it is still day?" Xander shrugged, not knowing what to say. Spike glanced at the guard waving his questioning to see if they could bring a little more. Giles nodded and pointed to the brown to come over. "Where were you last night, Harris?" I asked. This time, Brown seemed to meditate a little.

"I was ... in the Bronze."

"And where you were when you left there?"

"Back home ..."

"Aha ... but you're here at the home of Giles. Are not you curious to know how you get here?" Xander shook slightly at him with increasing suspicion.

"No ... I live in Sunnydale. That kind of thing happens every day."

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Xander Harris ... the victim perfect. He always had been. Perfect because he never failed to attract the predators.

seemed incredible that only a few months and they have been forgotten. But now, with a claw on his neck while trying to breathe that kind of details will come to mind very clearly. It was like a cosmic joke that could remember just when I could not do anything about it.

The box he was carrying in his hand lay on the floor open, revealing the reason why that hour was out of their safe and comfortable apartment at the time less convenient. But Xander had never set too in the hours, especially at night. As usual I was out at night when I lived in Sunnydale she had forgotten how important it could be that detail now living in LA

were not all monsters and vampires ...

Xander looked back the face of her assailant and recomposed the assertion. It was assumed that it was not all monsters and vampires in LA That was his hope, but it seemed that his bad luck would follow him there.

The monster roared in his face. Bad breath, would have dared to say it was not because there was not enough room to breathe and say it. It had been about three minutes that your feet do not touch the ground but his brain would take a little longer to process the situation and realize that he had no oxygen to keep working ... I had always been rather slow in some respects .

However, the sudden movement of the other claw from his side towards his chest did accelerate neurological processes.

Xander Harris ... is time to leave. He told himself as he reached the certainty that he would die there in that place, because of donuts. And what was worse, had not even had time to try. They were just baked knew because when he got the box could feel the warmth of those underneath and the smell was unmistakable. Her mouth had water at the time, especially because it was a miracle that he just touched the baked. Now could only imagine what would have been ultimately prove one of those.

returned to concentrate when the pain in his ribs was stronger than thought. The monster was probably thinking about how I was going to eat.

The monster discovered two tusks, yellow and terrifyingly sharp and Xander did not know whether he smiled or roared. After his senses began to leave and the noise of blood in his ears was higher than the roar of the beast that.

closed his eyes a few seconds, maybe that could think clearly what to do. I could not do much really, but it was something to do while the monster of enormous tusks decided how it would end, if a bite in the neck, a blow in the stomach or perhaps tearing the heart while he was still alive.

pressure on his neck and disappeared for a few seconds he stood, as if she weighed nothing against the brick wall of the building. Finally fell to the floor without knowing whether the monster had decided that it was not good enough for dinner or if she had vanished into thin air by magic.

"Another stupid human walking alone at this hour for a dimly lit street. Would not it be easier to advertise in the classifieds and avoid wasting energy, even so would give them some privacy for the van monsters to murder. "

William the Bloody, aka Spike, currently unable to attack humans, biting or killing them accordingly dedicated to kill demons approached the man in question above after having put the monster that attacked him. His gaze fell

in the open box of donuts on the floor. His curiosity became surprised to note that they were covered in blood. He looked to human eyes and had noticed the wound in his side. Surely Blood was splattered over there because the blood of the monster was too blue to be confused with that other ... so the contrasting red and sweet white powder.

Without thinking too took the donut, dip it finished on the red liquid and took a bite.

"Mhhh ... sweet." The man moved a little complaining. He knew he would have to follow through the hospital to heal the wound but at that time nothing could have distracted the sweet taste that had long failed to prove.

"Spike?" The aforementioned opened her eyes to his utter surprise and horror he discovered that he knew the man who was lying on the pavement.

"Harris?" The Brown put his hand to his throat and then slowly brought it to the wound. Picked up a couple of fingers in greeting from their position on the floor.

"Present."

And Spike began to spit what was left in the mouth.

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finished sewing nurses, drugged, he was cured, packaged it and gave it back to Spike. As a Christmas gift.

"Harris, you want to call someone? Perhaps anyone in Sunnydale?" The man shook his distracted gaze. "What're you doing here?" The city is not for someone like you Harris. "

" The company moved me. I've been living here for a couple of weeks. "Xander's voice was felt that would soon fall paid regardless of whether or not Spike kept him standing.

"Where are you staying?"

Xander explained as best she could, rolling his eyes and almost asleep when Spike placed it in the back seat of a taxi. That the vampire searched it and found his wallet and keys. When they reached the seventh floor of the building Spike had to toss a couple of times to invite him to come and so being able to help get to the room.

course not mentioned that he had used his wallet to pay for the taxi and that it had been the first sign of life finally smiled at Harris. He preferred to let it rest while he threw an eye to the place.

The apartment was not something from another world but it was comfortable. Better by far to the basement where he had lived when he was with his parents but not better than the apartment she had when she lived with Anya.

The decor and furniture were probably part of the rent because the harmony was evident, which doubted that Xander could achieve with his own sense of harmony. The colors were too light, a dark beige dominated the Most of the furniture while a half beige colored walls. The usual white wooden valance looked pretty decent. To his surprise collection of small kitchen was clean, the fridge, unlike they had used in the basement contained a decent amount of food as well as cupboards. Without thinking too picked up a box of cereal wheat and sugar caster began to eat while finishing his round.

The bathroom was clean, the room had already seen. The living room had a television and a basic system for movies. Reviewed the small collection while watching what channels were available.

However, personal details were scarce, it suggested that perhaps only very recently that Xander had moved or maybe not spent too much time in your apartment.

"I see that life is smiling on you, Harris." He said in a distracted before returning to the room, leaving the grain where he found, tightly closed. The dark sleep peacefully, as if there is another danger in the world apart from the pillow wet with saliva. Spike cocked his head slightly and let out a sound of disgust. He

paper bag with the drugs they had given in the emergency room on the bedside table and turned to leave. There was only an hour before sunrise.

He made sure to seal the apartment before leaving Harris lit a cigarette and shaking his head in disbelief.

"A Scoobie ... here. And not just any Scoobie ... Harris." I knew where it was Xander Harris followed him problems. Evidence of this was what had happened earlier in the evening. She licked unconsciously. Hunger maybe.'d better hurry, always end up doing stupid things when I was hungry. *******



Xander woke with the feeling of marshmallows in your body. Apart from the slight discomfort in his side everything seemed perfect until he looked around the clock.

"Damn!" Cried alarmed to discover that he was late getting up. "Three?" Shouted incredulous to read the clock. He had skipped breakfast and lunch. He tried to sit and pain in his side finally attracted enough attention to finish waking up and trying to remember what had happened the night before. It probed the side, muttered some words and hit the phone. He spoke a few minutes

with the head of construction, he said without much detail would be out a couple of days and finally taking a well deserved bye \u0026lt;i> you feel better \u0026lt;/ i>.

He moved slowly through the house, unsure yet of the events of last night. He remembered having gone out to buy donuts, remember they were freshly baked and after that everything was stupidly strange.

"Spike." The name was like a thorn in his mouth, but Xander was sure that Spike had been there beside him in the emergency room in a taxi and the apartment door. Barely fragments but Spike was definitely there in your home. Proof of this may include drugs alongside his night table and the fact that someone had to be guided to the bed, otherwise probably would not reached or the couch.

a sandwich was prepared, poured a glass of juice, took drugs and by six was back in the seventh dream. It was not until late in the night he woke up feeling it was observed.

For a moment or thought he saw nothing unusual in his room as he rubbed his eyes slowly and almost went back to sleep.

"Being so confident is what makes you easy prey, Harris. But Buffy never had much time to teach, his theory was to keep them away. Tonto, especially when the problems seem to follow him everywhere. including California. "

" Spike. "

smiled at the confusion in the face of the dark. I knew that none of the known Scobbie their reintegration into the world of living near or rather, the vampire with a soul, club two members which was not so proud to belong.

"The same. What does a puppy like you so far from its lair?"

"You were here last night." He said sitting up in bed. "How is that ..." She smiled slightly and shook his head. I had to ask how was that platinum had entered his vampire apartment. Spike almost always got what he wanted from him.

The blonde approached him and could not help but try to go back. How the vampire had survived the destruction of the school and how it was that was in California ...? Maybe I had already found a way to remove the chip.

"Is something bad? "Spike leaned closer and smiled cruelly." Am I afraid, Harris? do well ... and I have no chip. "He smiled widely when he saw how dark it shudder. It was so easy to manipulate.

"You do not have the chip?" Xander clenched his fists on the bed, stiff as a bow, eyes looking all routes of escape and finding none. Breathed deeply. When all seemed lost could rely on his black sense of humor. "Do not you even a little bit the chip? "

Spike stopped in front of you and put his hands on either side of her hips actually invading their personal space." Zero ... finite ... all out ... I could bite you right now if I wanted. "

"But do not feel like, right? mean ... ... I have high cholesterol, high blood sugar ... I have too high pressure are all desirable conditions nothing ..." Spike was delighted at the way the dark trying to go back babbling incoherence increasingly absurd. "And ... if you bite me ... if you bite me ... certainly sticks with you my bad luck. "

" Bad luck? "said arching an eyebrow as the head tilted as if you were positioned correctly to bite." I see you have bad luck. have a apartment, have a job. Maybe it hit me how silly but silly creatures have bitten you and look at me ... "

" Yes, but ... but ... my foolishness is special. "He concluded with a strange little cry to feel that the vampire was a shirt with the hand he had slept and breathed on his neck. "You do not want to transfer you through my blood ... "Xander swallowed fat and closed his eyes to hear the unmistakable sound of bones relocated in the face of the vampire.

"You know ... that almost makes me regret." A deep laugh and a sigh. "Almost. I have hunger and I have no courage to pursue human tonight. Why leave if I have a sandwich fair to me? "He put a hand on his tan chest and pushed him gently toward the bed. A faint cry of panic was the answer but nothing more. He moved away slightly and looked at him containing the urge to laugh as his face returned to his human form. "Harris, if you open your eyes no joke."

"Shhh ... I try to concentrate."

"Concentrate?" The dark nodded, eyes still closed.

"Yes, they say that when you are about to die life passes before your eyes." The dark frown was highly concentrated. "But I can not see anything yet." Spike passed restraining work to keep from laughing out loud.

"It's not like you have a life very interesting. "I said mockingly.

"It's my life! There must be something! I grew up in Sunnydale, the mouth of hell! That should count for something." Exclaimed the brunette finally open their eyes and noticing the smile mocking was now a vampire. "What?"

"Harris, if your life depended on your ability to think logically had not reached puberty. That's the only thing that makes me think that your survival in Sunnydale has to be one of those unsolvable mysteries unless it involves the fate and its strange quirks. "

" Ja ... ja ... "muttered the dark still nervous while bringing attention to what instinct told her terrified was fixed better in the vampire." Hey ... you are thinner than memory. "This time it was the turn of the blonde frowned." That means that even as you should not feed you ... I mean ... "

" Since when you look at my weight, Harris? " Brown met the nerves necessary to push beyond their personal space and the vampire smiled mockingly.

"You helped me last night, took me to hospital and brought me to my apartment. I even left the medicines. She is still the chip. Why do I say no?" You try me a heart ... "The vampire raised an eyebrow fun." No ... scratch that. If you wanted to give me a heart attack. "I said, accusing look. It slightly under clothing and rose from the bed ignoring the laughter of the fair to go to the kitchen.

"Even I have the chip. Happy?"

"Yes. Also that means I can hit you for trying to deceive. "

" Typical Sunnydale. All resolved with blows. "The Brown lifted a finger in a threatening manner.

"And do not forget the stakes ... and axes and swords ... ..."

"It's nice to remember the old days." He shrugged his shoulders and following him into the kitchen to see how he prepared a turkey sandwich. "Tell me, Harris. What were you thinking when you decided to leave your apartment to visit that area of town?" The Brown shrugged shoulders.

"I wanted to eat donuts." Spike could not help recalling the incident with donuts and shuddered involuntarily, feeling the urge to brush your mouth for the umpteenth time. "Did not you see them ..." The dark made a vague gesture with his hand and the vampire denied making the face of Xander falter in courage. "Sure the monster ate them. Do not know what kind was it?"

"I did not look too . looks like beef, not supposed to be so aggressive. But I think it is your personal charm. "

" Very funny. "By the way, what you do in California? Of all the places to come back ever thought that you would like to be too close to the dead boy."

"Angel? Do you know that now owns Wolfram and Hart? "

" Angel Investigations. Yes, Buffy mentioned something about that. "It was unbelievable how fast the dark could assimilate that Spike was alive, have felt threatened by the vampire and the fact that the vampire was still in his apartment. Then prepare the sandwich got a beer and threw it to Spike that caught in the air. He took one for herself and moved to the room where the sandwich was dropped on the couch and turned on the TV. "Are you now?

not very fond memories came to mind Spike, especially those where he had spent the night attached to the reclining chair in the basement of the parents of Harris. However, they appeared to have been a lifetime ago.

"Say I'm slightly associated."

"With Angel? Now that's a surprise."

"It's my ... you know ... family and everything."

"Gahh ... that it is unpleasant. "He did a show in shake as if he had been most unpleasant in the world." However ... that does not explain why you're still in my apartment. "

" Rude. "Not even going to thank me? "

" Thank you. Already duly recognized so I can go. "The sound of the phone distracted from the pleasant chat. Spike approached in addition to answering machine but stopped before touching and giving a look at the dark. Xander shrugged and proceeded to answer blond.

"Hello?" Spike heard a few seconds and turned to face the dark. "Do you know a certain Jack?" The blonde approached the sofa.

"Jack," I forgot that I would leave today. "Spike raised an eyebrow." You know, to take us a few beers, distract from work ... "Given the persistent blond blue eyes gave Xander a snort. "I have no need to explain!"

"Of course, Little Red Riding Hood. Especially when you're not able to get out."

"Spike, give me the phone. Spike!"

"Jack? Sorry but Xander is unwell and can not come to the phone. But you can call tomorrow."

"Spike Give me the damn phone. "Xander was up and tried to remove the headset effortlessly vampire who made him aside with his hand as he continued talking.

"A message?" I'm secretary, call tomorrow. "What?" How dare you! "Furious Spike disconnected the call. "Bastard. Go you spend friends, Harris."

"Jack is not my friend ... my ..."

"You what?"

"Well ... ... more than a friend ... this. .. someone I'd like to go ... Need more than a friend? "

" Harris ... "Spike muttered the dark so seriously that he stepped back." Are you telling me that bastard is just call your love interest? "

"Well ... not so many words." I replied with a look between innocent and hesitant. "So ... it's not anything official for the moment ..."

"Since when?" Spike took a step forward as Xander gave one back.

"Spike ... you're scaring me."

"I have the chip, you need not be afraid of me ... Harris."

"You're right ... you are quite right. I have no fear 'Cause you do I have to tell you anything .

"What scares you is that you are not even able to throw me out of your apartment." The Brown took one look up and down across compulsively arms before putting their hands in their pockets, take them out again and look at all parts in a sequence that Spike knew by heart. "Hey, Harris, quiet. I'm not here to torture you or anything style. just wanted to make sure you were well and remember that although this is not Sunnydale also has its nocturnal wildlife. "

" What are you now? Night watchman, too? "muttered angry and embarrassed.

"may not be the vampire who used to be ... but that does not mean I am a box of goodness ..." Hissed with venom. "Do not forget." A couple of knocks on the door stopped the competition looks angry and Spike, without prompting, he went to the door and burst open. "What? "

A young, brown hair and eyes slightly oxygenated intense green gave him a glare from the other side of the door. Do not answer, but looked over his shoulder to where Xander.

"Jack!" Xander exclaimed with something approaching relief where it was Spike and pulling the middle with a tug at his collar. "I was just about to call." He mumbled a bit embarrassed. The question has not showed signs of improving your mood and also kept looking at Spike.

"Is it that you're indisposed?"

"No ... no ... it's just that ..."

"Xander was attacked last night while buying some donuts." Spike said with derision and Xander gave her a tired look . The blond at the door immediately softened her face and entered the apartment, closing the door.

"Is it true, Xan?" Asked a little worried and Brown agreed.

"Yes ... Spike was passing. He took me to hospital. "

" Why do not you call me? "

" For just woke up, genius. "Spike growled from where he was watching the scene with disgust.

"Spike ... I deeply appreciate your concern but you'd better go." The vampire squinted, cocked his head and smirked finally looking first at Jack and then Xander.

"Xan Sure .... But do not get sleepless nights too." He came out slamming the door and Xander sighed with relief.

"Sorry, Jack. I must warn you as I could. "

" No problem, Xan. What worries me is your friend. "

" Spike is not my friend. "

" Spike ... clear. But was he who helped you. "

" We know. He lived in Sunnydale for a while but we were never friends, only acquaintances. Sometimes I was in the group but it was because he was behind Buffy. "

"Ah, Buffy. Your friends from Sunnydale. Have you heard of them?"

"Willow called me yesterday. He said he was worried about me. I think I'll call later. "At the mention of the name of his friend Jack tensed slightly but Xander did not even acknowledge. With Jack walked unsteadily the dark, even more obvious concern.

"And you do you feel?"

"All right. A little bruised, nothing more. Tomorrow I will be better." The blonde looked at the couch and saw the half-eaten sandwich and gave a long sigh.

"Well, I guess we can go another day. Ends to eat and rest. "He took a few steps toward the door.

"What do you do?" The blonde shrugged.

"Not much. I go back to the apartment, I'll see if some work ahead."

"Jack ... I'm sorry, really."

"No, not your fault. You just improve yourself soon. Do not think you forget what you owe me. "Xander smiled slightly and said goodbye to Jack, leaving him alone.

The blond had just a few steps outside the room where Xander felt that they took it by the neck and pushed him against the wall.

"I thought so." He heard him whisper. "You're not human." Spike growled, his face completely changed. The blond grabbed his wrist and pressed with superhuman strength.

"neither are you, bloodsucker." Pupils in the eyes of Jack became ragged and her green eyes shone brightly. Spike could feel when the jaws were embedded in his wrist but did not let go.

"What do you intend to do with Harris?"

"That none of your business. You're not his friend. "

" Of course it concerns me, though not his friend. I've protected this Scoobie more times than I care to remember. "The young man stopped squirming and pressure suddenly fell on his wrist.

"You are the vampire with the chip." Spike said suddenly and could not avoid hitting the wall. "Hey, I was called by the witch, to protect it." As he said one of its legs up easily to the chest of Spike and managed to push against the opposite side of the aisle. growled angrily and tried to hit again but the boy was too elusive, however, vampire Spike was not being seen easily face and after a couple of tries could corner him again.

"You were called, Willow?" He nodded with difficulty. Spike squeezed her neck a little doing to open his mouth. A sharp teeth were to be seen, but not the kind of fangs belonged to a vampire, rather something generic. "What kind of creature are you?" do not remember seeing anything like that. "

" I have to answer for that. " The blond hissed angrily.

"No, but it could help." She watched him carefully. "I think Willow was wrong to call to protect Harris. You're so strong ..." A later hiss and a slight stinging in his chest did shut up. Jack was several meters away and not even his vampire senses had picked the time had come loose and had attacked him.

Jack panted, her green eyes shining bright in a defensive posture. Something blond legs after moving from side to side like a pendulum. No, not how a pendulum is fixed, like a tail. He listened and smiled slightly. A long tail and furry tail whose tip was moving from side to side. Spike knew he could trust at the time that tail stopped moving, Jack would attack. But could not help but comment. "So you're not a natural blonde." offended Jack snorted. "I thought so." And was that the tail coat was a glossy chocolate brown.

"Color is not what matters."

"I wonder if Harris is suspicious of you. With its history and reputation, and should have smelled the hoax. But Xander is still a puppy ignorant. "Jack hissed at the mention of the canine and Spike smiled mockingly.

"Even though I know it's not like I could go." The blonde growled angrily.

"Heh, yeah, I guess that little redhead would ensure you could not just leave it. That's why I wonder where were you last night when she was attacked." Jack took a step back to see how the vampire moved in his direction and decided it was best to begin to provide answers before leaving more hurt than it already was.

"Xan is not easy to maintain. It's like having ..."

"A magnet for trouble." Spike completed. "I know. So that means you're still recovering from last attack. "The blonde nodded reluctantly." You know what I would have made the redhead had I not been there? "Seeing the thrill and fluffy tail Spike smiled." Of course you do. So you better not make me angry too. I know the redhead. "To his surprise, the blonde turned and started walking down the hall." Hey, Where you going? "

" I'm tired In fact, I'm sick, not only to be treated like dirt by the witch and the vampire killer but for all the beasts and creatures that attack my order. I can not give up but I have no rights.'m done! "A few seconds later Spike blinked confused because instead of following the fair was a chocolate-colored cat. quickened his pace and reached the cat snatching soil.

"Where you going?" He exclaimed, frowning. The cat squirmed for a few minutes but then he was paying but his little body remained rigid. I got up to eye level and the animal made a furious yowl. "One of two. Or you can control your body when you get angry or you're too weak." The cat blinked boring. "I think the second ... if you can not control you when you're angry you would be a poor choice as guardian. Want some tuna? " The cat, if she could, has released a growl, but do not growl like cats merely give you a glare that made the vampire laugh hard. *******



Xander awoke again with the feeling that someone was watching. The night before, after Jack left his room, he had done exactly what he had asked the blond. ; He stretched on the bed a bit, testing the wound in his side and finally stood up on his elbows to look around. A blonde head watching him.

"Spike!" Cried covering her with blankets. "What are you doing here?" I told you you were. "

" And I went, but I'm back. "He looked at him with dark suspicion until he felt that Spike was holding on his lap.

"What's that?"

"A cat. Are you allergic to cats?" The dark eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"What do you do with a cat? Are you animal lover or what?"

"I'm just a lover of warm-blooded creatures." He whispered with a smile wolfish as he stroked the animal's fur that seemed to be so comfortable.

"I do not think like you."

"not like me."

"Why do you then?"

"I met him. It's a bum."

"Oh ... brings memories then. "

" Very funny. But if it bothers you so much ... "Not too many vampire ruthlessly threw the cat that landed on his chest with a slight hiss and claws out.

"Aahh! Take it away!"

About ten minutes later, the animal quietly purring on the lap of the tan.

"Spike, where did you find?"

"I told you, out there."

"Well at least you should have reviewed. Has a couple of injuries." The vampire approached with curiosity and saw in fact, the animal had a couple of fairly recent wounds close to the chest and abdomen. The continued reviewing brown while the animal is left to do. "color is a rather peculiar, is not it?"

" It is a keuda. "

" A what? "

"A keuda, race, you know."

"You said it was a bum."

"That bum is not mean it has no pedigree."

"At least I like much better than some homeless people I know. "muttered between his teeth the dark making Spike gave him an angry look. 74

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Red Sweater



******* A furious knocks at the door startled him. "Who the hell could be calling at this hour? Although expecting someone was rude. He looked out the peephole and the first thing he saw was green eyes. "Demons." Whispered and remained silent behind the door. But Potter did not budge, knocking back sharply.

"Malfoy!" Open the fucking door, I know you're in the house! Open before your neighbors come and see what happens! "Heard the voice behind the timber and agitated for about Harry ignore moments thought when the door completely but continued to ring with the blows and screams intensified in volume curse seriously thought of a good time.

He opened the door and saw Harry angry side smiling. Stupid Potter. "What?"

"Have not you wearing pajamas?" He was about to slam the door in his face and put back in the dark regardless of all the neighbors awake with their shouting.

"Ahh no, that it does not. I'm not going here without you, so have to take a drag." Draco was surprised Potter's words were full of conviction and certainly with the look I was giving it was already hanging from the man's shoulder while kicking and screaming.

"Potter, I really think you can make me?" In the next second shoulder hung just tan. "Potter! Me down now!"

"This will not do it for you, Malfoy. I do it for Ron. So I'd better shut up for once. "Without giving too much time to react into the house, locked the door and walked to the fireplace.

"Potter!" Wait! "But green flames enveloped the floo network just after the dark shouting the direction of the house Weasley.

He felt nauseous and when he finally arrived he had to hold the feeling that Potter lost his balance slightly. "This is so humiliating." Mumbled. "Put me down already, damn it, Potter." Exclaimed safarse trying again.

Draco's screams made Mr Weasley down the stairs on the lights in their path.

"What happens here? Harry! Baja Mr. Malfoy now." Exclaimed astonished to see who it was who carried the dark in that way. The blond almost went to the floor when Harry fell.

"You're a beast, Potter. You will never have better manners than a hippogriff." Snarled. "Why bring me here?"

"Ginny told you so. Ron asks about you . He would not sleep, did not want to eat, let us draw even. No matter if you're calling me a bastard like you, but if it makes you happy I bring up the same Voldemort back. "

"Harry!"

"And you'd better go up to her room. We are all dead from worry. "

" Enough! "exclaimed Arthur again." Sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Sorry for the way Harry has brought ... but it's true. We are very concerned about my youngest ... I do not know if it will be much the audacity to ask you to please go up to him. "The appeal was clear, but Draco did not need to want to go now. She smoothed her clothes and hair before nodding and follow where the man was saying something more than mere apprehension and mistrust.

came into the hallway where he saw Weasley all together, this time including a very pregnant Hermione Granger who was supposed to leave for maternity. The woman had evidence of having been crying and the girl next to her and Fleur Delacour Weasley tried to comfort her. The twins, Fred and George, William and Charlie Weasley. Everyone was there including Mrs. Weasley. It looked like a funeral instead of what he had imagined it would be a happy reunion. No one said anything to him except when behind him Harry Potter chew their actions seemed early in the evening.
relieved
A groan was heard from Granger that the tears finally I had seen. "You are calling yet. I just leave it alone." Another appeal. Draco nodded and made his way to enter the room.

Ron was sitting in a corner room looking out the window. It did not seem desperate or sad. I was just awake.

"Ron?" The redhead turned away to listen.

"Draco ..." This time the blonde did listen to the urgency of what came and gently took the hand of the redhead.

"What happens? Why are not you sleeping? "I asked the soft voice as he could.

"No one has ordered it." He said like most evident.

"There is no one to order you, Ron. You no longer have the collar." Listening to him put a hand around his neck and stroked it gently. Her expression said clearly that other I forgot. "They told me you called." He saw brief nod. "Why?"

"I go back home." Draco felt more confused than ever. When the redhead he had said to return home immediately had assumed that he wanted to return to their parents.

"Make yourself at home. This is your home, your family." The redhead looked all around, clearly stunned, and trying to find something that clearly was not there. He lowered his face with sadness by that Draco was knotting his stomach.

"Do not you want me?" Draco frowned not understanding. Never, in all the time that he had the redhead in his house had laid a hand on with intent for fear that remind you of your past.

"What do you mean?" He asked gently removing the locks of the front of the red.

"I do not want near you. So you gave me."

"Ron ... are no longer owned by anyone. Nobody can give you, or sell, or even buy. You are free. Free to do what you want to be anywhere with anyone. "He raised his head alluded and those blue eyes turned to look with appreciation making your heart skip a beat.

"I want you." Draco was stroking a long time, trying to figure out what to do. Was supposed to be easy, it was a matter of returning to the red with his family and no longer have to worry about anything. All back to his place and Ron would be happy .

"I'm here now. So you better get some rest. It was a long night, you know And I'm dead tired." The redhead nodded and stood up holding hands for Draco who took him to the bed and waited for him to get under the covers. When he left the room almost half an hour later was surprised to find the hall empty except tan with green eyes. "Where did everybody go?" He asked to see the expression of anger and contempt he directed the dark.

"They did not want to hear what would happen in there." Answered without feeling in his voice.

"What would happen?" He asked confused. But then I began to understand the attitude of Potter and was reluctant to bring it home, the pieces began falling into place and freezing cold took over his chest. They thought he ... "You thought ... I ... "exclaimed incredulously." You, all ... they were thinking. That I have been taking advantage of Ronald. "Almost cried hysterically, dropping his voice only to prevent the red listen to him and woke up.

"I do not think that suddenly came up with completely trust a Malfoy."

"This is ... is ... "I could not even speak so he closed his mouth and dropped a forced march." I will return in the morning and do not dare to go for me, Potter. I'll be back on my own. "Growled angrily.

"What will I tell Ron if he wakes up?" Asked the dark and stopped abruptly before saying anything more.

"Do not wake up until seven or eight. I'll be here before so I do not have to say anything." Without even saying goodbye Draco disappeared into the room with an angry sound of the whip.

"I think I got all four feet this time." Hermione whispered behind his back.

"Mione, you should be resting." He sighed the dark. "But yeah, got the legs. I hope that meets return. not bear to see Ron again in that state."

"I know, baby. I know." , replied the girl while leaning her head on his shoulder.

When Draco showed up at his house was furious. Really angry. The Weasleys were fools, including all the others who were there. ... How could they? "He put his hands hair and squirmed to get out of the mind that had been suggesting.

knew he would not sense to try to even put his head on the pillow. Anger and worry not going to rest. She saw the Christmas tree still on and with a grunt and a gesture upset the lights went out leaving everything in darkness.

Noting the house lights were turned on these fading and the feeling of oppression that caused him off the tree. He saw the gifts and took them out from under the tree. He wipe out most except two, one had an assortment of sweet Hogsmeade and a smaller one containing the ring that he always had the hope of giving the red. The necklace was originally thought to have put but after those months it was obvious that would not use it that way ever. He pushed his small gift in his pocket and put the box of sweets on the table before going to the kitchen to make some hot tea.

recalled the food he had prepared and sighed, completely lost. Everything except the bread and dessert. He consoled himself after thinking he had not been anything special since he himself had prepared and was not as if your culinary skills were something from another world. He started to collect them and throw it away keeping the dessert. Perhaps you could take a piece in the morning to try it for breakfast.

realize long before the clock struck six o'clock. At that hour of night work and then needed a good bath, cool off and see if the insomnia had not caused more circles of those already had.

When he was showered and dressed took the gift from the table and a good chunk of brownie that was the dessert that had been prepared to show up at the entrance to the Weasley house. Knocked on the door and This immediately opened causing a step back. Harry Potter received it again.

"Good morning, Potter." Try not to spit out the name but did not remove the contempt he felt for his eyes.

"Good morning to you too, Malfoy. I take a little longer to arrive, as you said, Ron has not been set up." He burst into a dark side and allowed him to pass.

The place was as disastrous day and night. At least it seemed that everyone was still sleeping and even Draco had arrived at seven o'clock in the morning and after the shock of the day before it was logical anyone had woken yet. What was not explained was why Potter had to look as if he waking hours and at ease. "I'll wait to get up then." And he proceeded to sit down without being invited by the dark. This was about to say something but I cut immediately. "I'd rather wait here, I will not cause more unwanted thoughts to the rest of the family." Harry nodded slightly apparently cut by the cold attitude of the blonde.

"Okay. Have you had breakfast?" He asked tentatively.

"No need to be friendly, Potter. I know exactly how my presence is welcome in this house. I do not want to impose. "I said with obvious irony.

"Malfoy, do not be so stupid." Growled the dark finally. "I am preparing breakfast and if you sit at the table you sit, like it or not." Draco hated that feeling that caused him the dark whenever he spoke that way. I did not make the mistake of testing how certain threats could so with a slight snort indignantly raised her chin and gave him a sincere look of hatred.

"I guess I did not come bad toast. "muttered the dark and followed up the kitchen." Are you where to save it? is for Ron. "slightly showed the package with the cake and the dark arched an eyebrow.

"Sure." For breakfast? "Draco nodded." I'll put it in your inbox ... "

" Ron does not eat in your room. "The green eyes looked funny and for a moment he felt uncomfortable. "It was hard to get used to some things ... eat at the table was one of them. In addition it will work well accustomed to his family again. I have only two more weeks of vacation, then I have to return to my duties in the Ministry. "He felt he had talked over the bill but the nervousness is still there.

"Sure." Nodded the dark. "There will always be available, I guess." He served several perfectly browned toast, strawberries and blueberries on cream sweetened and put a square of butter on bread still hot. The blond arched an eyebrow and Harry caught smiling. "Juice or milk?"

"Will you have some tea?" Harry shook his head.

"Iced Tea." Draco offered and accepted.

Ginny came downstairs at that time to announce that his brother had woken up already and automatically Draco leaving the breakfast table untouched. Harry put a spell to keep it as it was while still preparing breakfast for her friend.

"Good morning, Ron." She greeted him just inside. The redhead was sitting on the bed with sleep tousled hair and Draco felt his heart enternecérsele to see him. "Are you prepared to lose?" A negative but still did not speak as he approached and took her hand. "I'll show you where you can." : And was that the room where he was not like that Draco had, with bath and everything you might need. The redhead took her hand and held it just Draco showed him the bathroom and shower. showed him where his clothes and towels and everything you might need. Even when not at home the Burrow, as he was called to the house, was a rather tricky. Everything was at hand and practically.

half hour later, Ron was ready to go down. With a bit of shyness and taken Draco's hand reached the table where sat now almost everyone in the house. Despite being many, place where she was the blond was still empty with his breakfast and his side a place for Ron to his breakfast. The redhead did not stop even to contemplate how many people were looking at or how many had stopped eating by entering the room. ; was Draco who was somewhat intimidated, but when Harry coughed tension vanished, all returned to their dishes and the conversation continued at the blond finished telling you approach the table where Ron was sitting.

The breakfast took place in complete disarray, all talking, discussing, moving, standing and sitting without permission, but Draco ignored them all. His eyes were fixed on her red hair and the expectation of when taste the cake. The reaction the redhead was not anything special. He took a bite, paused, closed his eyes for a moment and continued eating. Draco's smile was what made the conversation around the table to stop again.

Unable to realize what was happening around Draco continued his breakfast. It was not until Mr. Weasley drew attention when they had finished breakfast that his eyes off the redhead at his side.

"Mr. Malfoy. On behalf of all I want to thank you for bringing us back to Ronald." Draco blushed slightly. It could be that again would go through this. "We really are in debt. .. "

" Do not worry about that, Mr. Weasley. There is nothing to be thankful. "He quickly said with a slight blush blond shame. "What matters is that he is here safe and sound. ... Potter Where did you learn to cook it? "He exclaimed with a wry smile getting too obvious how much it bothered the subject. Mr. Weasley was about to continue when Harry, noting the dynamic, replied the blond.

"I am Chef. I more than any other part, the Ministry would be aware of what he did."

"Not everyone has time to be. So I heard you just bought a restaurant in Diagon Alley . I did not know it well cooked. "

" For not only cook, I'm the head chef. When you want to visit. The Ministry employees have special rate. "He said with a grin.

"Oh yeah?" Asked the blond before take notice.

"Yes Thirty percent additional cost. But with you I can make an exception, are a difficult client for any of my employees and have to get on the rate." Draco let out a snort but laughter did not wait on the table and Mr. Weasley decided to pass the time. After breakfast

Draco was ready to say goodbye to her ginger hair. Never cease to be his red hair. They were in the room and Ron seemed calm. "I have to go now." The blue eyes looked at him with some apprehension to what is quickly added. "But tomorrow I'll be back. ... You could also visit if you want. "

" I want to go with you ... now. "The petition was just a sigh and felt in the heart. If there was something I wanted to do was take it right then to the house and spend those two weeks that remained with him all the time.

"But you're with your family. There is no better place." He whispered back.

"You're not here." Replied the redhead in a strange start to the fair value left breathless. The words that came from the lips of Draco after which they were not wanted, but were as soft and could be sweet.

"This is how it should be. Ron, I have lunch and eat and leave the house and do whatever you like to do. And when night comes you will be prepared to sleep and you lie down, no later than eleven o'clock yesterday I slept very little. In the morning, before you know it, I'll be here again. "A slight smile crossed his lips to tell him what to do and see the redhead nodded. "I promise."

"Will you stay all day tomorrow?" If Draco had not spent so many months who at that time would have been suspended from redhead's neck and would have kissed her. But in fact the blonde hands trembled as he controlled and gave him a smile.

"If you ask your parents and have no problems when I left tomorrow, then I will stay. But you have to call the network to warn flu. right? Nothing to ask one of your brothers who call . Not even to Potter. If you call then it will come, even if your parents say yes. "The redhead nodded." Perfecto. So you know what to do. " I kissed her forehead and felt embarrassed when he realized his actions. "Ahh ... I almost forgot. Merry Christmas ... something behind. " He gave the box of chocolates, repenting late in its original intention and pocketing the small box which had the ring. "Keep some for tomorrow."

It took out of the room, he took out of the house. After being threatened by Harry if he returned the next morning came home and practically fell into bed without thinking about anything else. I was too exhausted, not only physically but emotionally. It was as if a part himself had stayed there in the Burrow. One day removed from his red hair was painted too long. So as soon surrendered able to sleep and let the hours pass more quickly.

got up around three in the afternoon, hungry and body aches from sleeping well. He went to the room with the intention of taking apart the gifts that had been the redhead and take them, especially broom and Quidditch uniform. In those when the fireplace was lit. A familiar face appeared at it.

"Potter." Muttered smoothing her hair. "Looks like I'll see you bad luck more often now."

"I think my influence will not be enough to get born a heart but no worse than the fight is not done. Here is someone who wants to talk. "Tan's face disappeared and a few long seconds, the fire crackled idle until Ron looked at his own fireplace. Draco came up with a barely concealed smile.

"Ron. Good to see you." A shy smile crossed the lips of Ron making the scar on his cheek will turn the face in a way that instead of looking innocent rather made him see stunningly scary. Draco had decided that as would offer the opportunity to find a doctor to remove it, that if the redhead wanted.

"Hello ... Draco." Greeted Ron at last. "I ..." He told Draco hesitant and clearly heard someone encouraged him from the other side. "I wanted to ask you to come. "

" Did you talk with your parents? "The redhead nodded." And when you want to go? "

" Today? "Ron was like looking behind himself and Draco heard voices of breath again. "Tonight. Would you like to stay at my house tonight?"

"You want me to stay ...? But are all your brothers, where do I stay?"

"Other go home and return in three days by the end of the year. "This time Harry's face appeared next to the redhead." There is plenty of room. "

" And do not you go? " ; He told the blond to brown as he stared with a desire to strangle him by nosy. The dark smirked and shook.

"Hermione and I are spending our holidays here. "cheerfully answered.

"Fantastic." Muttered Draco.

"I would like you to stay all week." Statement was a bit angry that the red-haired blonde surprised because he never had seen him show anger and disappointment at all as long as you had in the house. Potter apparently had captured the essence of what I was trying to do with the red hair.

"The whole week?" I asked, feigning surprise and taking time to think about but I knew it would accept. "I would love, if your parents agree." The redhead's cheeks darkened.

"I asked them and they said yes." This time Draco could not hide his own enthusiasm for the progress in less than a day were in the red to be with his family. Now he saw that the decision to leave with their parents had been right.

"Then I'll stay, just because you ask me." I said giving him a significant look at the dark side of his red hair but then Ron smiled. A smile so broad that virtually dazzled him. He felt he was losing strength in her legs and tried to swallow the lump that he can hardly breathe.

"I'll be in my room." Muttered the red blushing slightly, as if the conversation had been the most difficult feat of his life.

"will not take." Whispered Draco and Ron disappeared from the fireplace. The green-eyed watched a few extra seconds before leaving as well. No sooner had severed communication fell to his knees with a silly grin on their lips and watery eyes. It was a couple of minutes on ground when he suddenly stood up and began frantically to prepare for your stay at the Weasley house. *******



barely had one foot outside the door of the Burrow when it is opened and let him see again that seemed to have taken seriously their role as exclusive torment. "Potter. "Health in a tone that gave the impression that he wanted to spit out the name but had been choked. The dark came with an apron, which made him look strangely homey.

"Malfoy. Some things never change, I guess." Leaving said space to let in and wondering for the package he was carrying in her arms. "And those?"

"Do not play with illusions." I said with arrogance and cover the shame of carrying the gifts. , "Son of Ron. The forgotten at home."

"I bought presents?" exclaimed Harry incredulously to what Draco almost ground his teeth and then push it through.

"Do not assume that's what you get for Christmas, Potter?" He said looking casually inside the house looking for a red hair known. "Where's Ron?"

"In your room. As I said. ... I've been waiting about thirty seconds?" I said, mocking the brown and gave Draco a of his famous puffing and went upstairs to Ron's room without answering the giggling behind her. "Dinner will be ready soon." exclaimed Harry still smiling. Draco ignored him to go upstairs Olympian . The only way Hermione stumbled across who greeted him civilly. Arthur was surprised that neither and Molly seem to be at home or at least not to the eye and usually used to spend.

"Ron?" And immediately called several heads peered into the hallway. Draco coughed and gave a nod to everyone greeted. The silence became awkward until Ron opened the door of his room.

A pale hand was all that was seen, seeking the hand of Draco. The blond was quick to pick it up and moments later was pulled shyly into the room.

Draco left the door open to enter and Ron offered gifts in his arms. The redhead stared at him blankly. "These are for you. The left at home." He said as explanation for deciding to leave them all over the bed. Ron watched her until she decided approach. The blond then began to enlarge the gifts he had shrunk.

"I have nothing for you." Draco whispered suddenly and stopped all movement, turning to see a Ron downcast and somewhat sad. He approached hastily and took the redhead's face in his hands, crouching almost nothing to be in your field of vision.

"No need to give me anything. I'll settle for you to remember my name and want to be with you. That's enough for me. "I said with apprehension, but later acknowledge that sounded corny at the time it seemed more appropriate to express what I felt.

"Will you stay the whole week?" Asked in a whisper the redhead and Draco smiled.

"That's what I asked." No? You'll be all week. "I replied with a smile whose only witness was always Ron." Have did you manage to get down to dinner? "Draco knew it was arranged, but the mere fact that you responded the redhead was a joy to him. Just as eager, the redhead nodded." Then go down. " She took his hand, without feeling the looks that attracted when they left the hall rooms.

Arriving at the table was not only Harry who gave them a suspicious look but said nothing. Minutes later met the rest of the family around the table. As Harry had said, only he and Hermione left the huge group that had been the previous day. The atmosphere was more intimate and even Ron seemed more inclined to share. Draco

no doubt that with a little more time next to his family, the redhead would ever be the same as before faster. I only regret was that perhaps the idea of declarársele was still too early to be pregnant thinking . Maybe the idea would never be acceptable ... not after everything that had gone red. Still, I was sure that if Ron could only give his presence and nothing else, he would be satisfied. No one would believe him, but in his heart he knew it was true.

The dinner passed without more convenient than one or two sharp jokes from Harry and a few sharp response from Draco while Ron watched it all with a shy smile. Hermione Weasley and husbands did not stop smiling when I see them discuss, but, noting the lively redhead's face. A couple of times the couple had looked Weasley and Draco had nodded without noticing.

When he finally came time to sleep was the blond felt a twinge of anxiety. At home he always had the red room and he had not tried to change that at all. To his surprise, Ron was the same as that decided. The redhead had looked at the clock, reminding Draco instructions not to go to bed later eleven, then had taken the hand of the blonde and had declared that it was time to go to sleep.

The blond got up without any resistance but his eyes met those of everyone in the room. The only look that answered his question was that of Molly, a little nod that seemed to leave all she needed . It felt like a dream when taken in hand by Ron climbed the stairs. I could have sworn that their most beautiful fantasies of love were waiting behind that door where her red hair it away. It was impossible to avoid or control at the time and was allowed to imagine. dream that Ron had spent eleven years in hell and that all was well, which loved and they were just visiting at Christmas time in the house of her parents.

slept in the same room and in the same bed. As if it were the most normal thing in the world had brought him there and had changed shamelessly in front of you. Suddenly she realized how much I had redhead improved since arriving at his home eight months ago. All those treatments and potions had been wonderful. The twilight of the room was more than enough to notice these wonderful details.

When they went to bed, first Ron, Draco thought it best to keep some distance. I did not trust his treacherous body and did not want for anything to compromise the confidence of the red.

All efforts collapsed when Ron was snuggled against his body with a sensual cream. "Ron?" Asked in a whisper content. The redhead raised his head slightly and gave him a fearful look, waiting to be rejected immediately. Draco's heart gave a painful shift in his chest and swallowed hard. He took a hand under the covers and stroked his cheek red tortured. "Good night." He leaned to deposit a kiss on her forehead. He was rewarded with a smile as she felt how Ron was leaning toward the innocent touch of your hand.

The next morning came quickly. No one was to wake, no one dared to enter the room and nobody made noise outside. When Draco finally able to wake up to find that Ron was watching him carefully. "Hello." Whispered sleepily.

"Hello." I said with a shy smile.

"Did you sleep well?" This time was a nod and the redhead's body was suddenly closer to his body, enough to plant a kiss on the lips shooting that left him surprised. "Ron ? "He asked, not sure why that was red.

"I want to go home." He told Draco suddenly seemed to relax.

"You're home." He said as he bent to return the fleeting kiss. A voice hoarsely from the door and both turned to see a black something serious in it.

"Breakfast is ready." I said before closing the door, leaving Draco wanting to throw a curse early in the morning.

"We'd better prepare to lose." Muttered dropping on the pillow covering his eyes with his arm. He heard a deep laugh next to him and to his surprise found that the gesture had caused that lovely sound your bed partner. "I missed you laughter. "I said softly lest she come back to listen." I did not realize until now that I listen. "

Ron leaned sideways looking at Draco." Why not want to be my master? "I said as out of nowhere to take the blond by surprise.

"I ..."

"I've been good. I can do things ... if you want ..." exclaimed the redhead with enormous apprehension and blue eyes.

"Shh ... Ron ... do not go." Draco interrupted him by placing a finger on her lips the redhead. "Believe me, there was nothing else in the world want to be your love ..." I said feeling like a snake crawling but it was the truth. "But when you came to the house ..." Draco straightened up a little. "Say you still want to be mine, but not that way." To his dismay the redhead's face fell slightly. "As we went down to breakfast, okay?"

With the same ease as the day before, Ron Draco is changed before he could not help him with the corner of my eye and think about what pervert that he felt every time I wanted to see it.

went down to breakfast and even though Harry had not risen very friendly breakfast was as lively as ever. The only difference that the blonde could see was that the green-eyed seemed to have a stunning dark circles. Do not hesitate to discuss this .

"Hey, Potter. What's wrong, do not sleep well?"

"Shut up, Malfoy, if you wish to burn the toast." Muttered the aforementioned as he poured a large cup of coffee milk.

"Harry, do not lose your manners." Hermione admonished him with a smile which, to everyone's surprise, the brunette said with a look of hatred.

"Mione, my dear, bad stomach again?" Asked Molly for the low to the chestnut nodded with a chuckle making Draco arched an eyebrow.

"Bad belly?" He asked out loud without caring about the look he gave the dark. Arthur was the one who responded with a huge smile.

"Yes, is that Hermione has given him but Harry himself. Insurance is left to jump, you know." He said gesturing with the hand that Draco just understood.

"Do not say you do not know what is left jumping, Malfoy." Said Hermione this time. When Draco shook the chestnut was a slight snort but proceeded to explain. "When the husband is allowed to his pregnant wife will go above and ends up suffering bad stomach that corresponds to it. "Draco took a while to sink in but when he finally did Harry had to threaten him with an unforgivable to stop laughing.

After breakfast Draco did not know what they could do apart from being together as he had asked Ron. I was not at home and did not know if any of the things to importune Weasley. Take Ron's house was off the case.

What I could feel was kind of tense atmosphere. Do not know if it was part of Dirty Harry and the blood or from husbands Weasley, but there was something that made him feel a little uncomfortable. Era like a whisper behind his back that he could not identify.

"Is there anything interesting to do around here, Potter?" Finally asked when the rest of the inhabitants were left in relative peace. After having had a coffee the dark seemed to have recovered his usual good spirits.

"insurance. Mione Molly and details are still preparing for New Year's Eve, so do not bother us. Mr. Weasley helps but I prefer to stay away, the last time I was not very helpful."

"Oh, so that's what we have been doing?"

"Sure. Mione's great with the fireworks. Although I'm sure the twins will bring their own. But I, being you, take me away from them. "

" That does not even have to mention it, Potter. "

" Well, then give me a few minutes while finished with the kitchen. We could try that Quiddicth team that brought you to Ron. "

Draco thought maybe Ron would not be too encouraged to try to fly yet, but once they were outside and saw Draco mounted on one of the Additional broom Harry had brought the blue eyes encouraged enough.

The blond was with fascination as her red hair smiled as the three played a Quaffle throw and hit. The red laughter erupt again and Draco was left dumbfounded to hear. It was not until Harry gave an accurate elbow came out of his daze.

"Hey, Malfoy! Be careful, you could could slip of the brush with all the drool that you are dropping. "Exclaimed Harry Draco slyly making acquired a reddish hue that was not doing anything.

"Potter!" He shouted in anger and dashed after the dark without noticing that Ron chuckle as he watched as if remembering better times.

was around noon, when Molly shouted that it was finally lunchtime when the three fell to the ground. Ron looked a little unsteady on his legs but Draco felt the same, did not practice much to fly on a broomstick. , Harry gave them a look of superiority that led to bad thoughts in Draco and Ron just shook his head, still amused by the dynamics of the game.

"I'd forgotten how fun to watch them argue." Suddenly the redhead said making Draco and Harry to stop a few seconds, the blonde with some excitement and brown with a lopsided grin that broke out in a small laugh. ; Harry approached him and gave him a good pat on the shoulder.

"Sure, buddy, it's nice nice to remember the good times." And he put his arm around the neck in the same way that Soliera do when you were in school.

Draco followed them with a strange sensation in the chest. Even he had forgotten the happier times they had lived during his education at Hogwarts. Were certainly tense times but still had time to play \u0026lt;i> \u0026lt; / i> enemies with Potter and his friends. Yes, they were happy times they had lived since then had nothing to do with games.

lunched with courage, Ron eating more than you usually eat, cheering back to blond. But then, after lunch, Potter made a request that left him with a feeling of anxiety.

"Malfoy," Ron would give me this afternoon? It is not long, just a chat among friends. Before I could not, you know. "Potter's tone was a little fearful, as if Draco really had the power to refuse to talk to Ron. Anyway nodded their agreement but later, when Harry Ron carried the backyard of the house, red hair blue eyes had looked with some fear but he had ignored. There would now begin a relationship of master and slave if she had already given the freedom to choose for himself. Decided then return home for more clothes, not his alone, but Ron.

Harry took Ron to the backyard. Some garden gnomes squeezed through the lawn high to see them go. "I'll have to spend a little more attention to the garden." Harry commented to view and after that stayed a while in a meditative silence.

"I do not really see again." Remarked the dark staring at the floor. "We are looking for so long ..." Blue eyes turned to him as if he saw for the first time.

"It was impossible. We put a spell. Still do not know how he found me Malfoy." Muttered with a sigh. "I would like to be blamed for that. Besides, I was so bad ... the early years, yes, were a torture, but after I lost the novelty. "

" The spirit, you mean. "Ron denied to the desolate look of his friend.

"No ... somehow ... somehow I managed to salvage something. While lying if I said it was not until I was facing the tree I started \u0026lt;i> back \u0026lt;/ i> to my old self. Before it seemed that he was in a dream. "

" Malfoy ... he ... "

" He had a lot of patience, Harry. I think he deserves some credit. "








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(missing the following day until the new year)





******* "I want to go home." He said suddenly and Draco's eyes softened but when he was about to remind you that once was home Ron interrupted. "Harry and I had a conversation yesterday. "

" What kind of conversation? "He asked with more than anxiety.

"Harry told me ... it was my house once, but had spent so much time outside that it might no longer really considered as my own. That maybe I felt more comfortable with you because you loved me. "Draco held his breath and did not know whether to bless or curse the dark in those moments." Is it true? "

" What I love you? "The redhead nodded and Draco sighed. ; "Yes, indeed. I love you more than anyone in the world, Ron. I love you very much."

"Then, my home is where your own." Given this statement gray eyes Blonde filled with tears and found it difficult to keep them in the red. "Draco?"

"Ron. You make me so happy." he whispered in a trembling voice as he took his face and hung out compared with that of the red, trying to control the sobs of joy to not scare him. When he finally took a long breath to speak and try as he might wash your question got something. "But before I go home I need to know something." You love me? "There was a long silence, broken only by the troubled Draco's breath waiting patiently for the answer Ron.

"I want ... to be by your side ... always. Long ago forgot what it was like love ... but it was you who remember me."

"Ron." Whispered excitedly throwing forgetting all restraint the neck of her red hair and hugging him as hard as she could as she kissed his face.

"That means you go home? "asked Ron if Draco could finally restore sanity.

"Yes, Ron, that means you go home, but first we have to talk to your parents."

"Why?" Ron asked Draco suddenly stopped doing that in his thoughts. Blinked before recovering slowly calm. "You said it was free to do whatever he wanted."

"Yes, it is. But we must be educated and I have to tell your parents that I stay with you the rest of my life. "He said with a smile which there could be hidden if I tried. "I want everyone to know that we will be together forever."

"Will you marry?" cried a voice from the door and both turned to look surprised. Harry was the door and watched with a grin from ear to ear.

"Potter!" Get out! "Shouted the angry blonde.

"I want to be the best man." Draco said before managed to reach his wand and the blond could clearly hear the cries that the news caused the rest of the inhabitants of the house when the dark fell the stairs shouting. He put his hand to his temple.

"I'm going to kill Potter." But then Ron took the hand of the temple.

"Really getting married?" He asked innocently, after Draco decided to take a deep breath after this declaration of love was no more to offer his last gift. He could be reached without moving side red to reach the bedside table and draw the box where he kept the ring to offer it.

"I would very happy if he accepted to marry me." I said bluntly when the redhead opened the box.

"Does that mean we'll finally have sex?" The question took the blond race.

"But ... but ... you're just recovering from having spent eleven years in the hands of unscrupulous men who did not have the slightest care ..." I could hardly repeat.

"and it took several months without even being allowed to get a straw for my last master plan that stopped liking sex. Finally I have the opportunity to choose with whom to do it." Draco could not answer, just nodded feeling like a fool until Ron took the ring from the box and offered it to put it.

The blond took the little basket with some shaky early and put on the ring finger of ginger, sealing a commitment to each other while the house went down in the happy hubbub.

morning and congratulations passed between the arrival of more Weasley family home, attracted by the news. Draco spent all like a dream and even though Ron was not entirely at ease with so many people around the hand in his comforted him greatly.

While Draco continued later managed to have a moment alone with her red hair in a corner of the room. Seated next to each other, so close that it was impossible to tell where one ends and the other began. Draco leaned slightly to Ron and asked the hearing.

"What happened to the shy red from a couple of days?" Whispered still smiling.

"I think ... had to give way to red before finally finding the way home." Draco gently stroked the red sweater he wore still Ron and smiled.

"Welcome home." He whispered again feeling Draco had finally found both the red Time had been looking for. And it was best that the redhead had found him.



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******* "Mr. Malfoy. We got it." He waved the man into his office at the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy, assistant to the Prime Minister not only name, but active in every sense of the word, looked up from his papers and recognized the man he had hired to find another man who had disappeared after the war. He got away with a huge smile and heart beating wildly.

"Where is he?" Asked just hiding her impatience.

"In home. But, Mr. Malfoy ... Before I go to see him have to know some things. "The seriousness with which the man told him he did stop immediately.

"But ... I found ... Right? "He asked to be sure that their ears had not deceived.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, we found it. The problem is how we found it. ... Ronald Weasley then we could finally confirm their identity, is at home, there's no doubt. I do not think that is what you expected. "invited the man Draco to sit down and the door of his office was closed by magic. *******



came home with a feeling of anxiety and fear. What Mr. Whitehawk had informed him about the red state he had been seeking for so long for several reasons never dared to confess aloud and others covered their interest to perfection, was truly disturbing.

had, for years a room in your house, it was not the Malfoy Manor for the time when the occasion warrants. He knew exactly what it contained. A bathroom, a bathtub, bed and several strategically placed metal rings on the walls. Some chains and a beautiful necklace that was sent to make the most beautiful rubies and diamonds, of course iron on a burnished silver cover. The necklace rested on the bed and had more than one use and that could become a ring like a wedding ring.

His intentions were clear when the rings were in the room but his true intentions were reflected in the collar, specifically in his second form. His fingers were nervous at the ring on his own finger, that they had raised so much speculation since who had begun to use. An engagement ring made of pure silver with a ruby in the center and two diamonds on each side of the ring embedded in it.

walked slowly to the door of said room now occupied by the host finally had always expected. His hand trembled as he landed on the door knob but eventually opened it. He thought the time set back when he saw the blue eyes and red hair but none of that happened, especially when I could not see who would be supposed on the bed.

"Weasley?" The sound of a string moving on the ground caught his attention to the corner of the room just behind the bed. He could then see a red hair and was encouraged to come to see it better. I wanted to see, with all his might at the same time feared what would. I the detective had told him what was going to find but equally, I still could not replace the image I had of the red by the table he had painted the man. However ... to look out after turning around the bed all their hopes were dashed.

Weasley on the floor. He had apparently been sleeping seconds ago but had raised their voices heard. Now was crouched, as far as he could from the other presence in the room. Her blue eyes looked dull and her red hair were completely made a mess. I could tell the ribs even when the body was much larger than remembered. It seemed that at any moment be broken and the few rags that covered his decency were not in better shape. A necklace, apparently quite worn leather holding the string that was attached to the ring hanging on bedside. "Weasley." whispers about but immediately stopping to see how it went.

Those blue eyes watched him with a supernatural horror and I had an idea of what it was that had happened.

A year after graduating from Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort had won the wizarding world and taken over by the Ministry. Draco, as a faithful Death Eater had received his reward, but when he went to look at the dungeons where prisoners were war one of the guards informed him that the redhead was looking for several months he was taken away. Their anger boiled over that day, he could almost taste the victory on that redhead who always had insulted and attacked each opportunity to simply become a prisoner of the Death Eaters Harry the night he had failed to kill the Lord.

But while Brown had failed that night, three years later achieved its goal. Voldemort murdered and no one could stop it. What no one expected was that Lucius Malfoy came to power as soon dropped that monster. ; between insurgencies and rebellions against the established power, Lucius had ideas far less stringent than the Lord. I wanted to retain power but without founded on bitter struggles and battles thing I knew sooner or later end up in an assassination attempt or worse ... in a not so failed attempt. So, little by little, he had managed to convince his fellow Death Eaters and balance the issue so that although still a little tense, relations between the dark wizards and the light was swinging.

Since then had been almost ten years between high and low and Draco had been enshrined as the right hand of his father. The only shadow on his past was to have lost the redhead who was now in that room. Yes his intention had been tortured ... though not in the true sense of the word. For him the torture had a goal and had nothing to do with the picture that presented itself and talking about the true torture they had undergone the red for almost eleven years.

could not legally keep him there against his will. The prisoners of war, most had been released at the end in an attempt to bridge differences. But there were many missing on both sides. Many who no one knew whether were still alive or not. And Ronald Weasley

could be alive physically but inside Draco was not sure that even he was. At least what I saw there on the floor did not seem to have more than basic survival instincts. That and one piece of information important that the investigator had told him.

Apparently, in his early years as a slave of his captors had shown him the red hair was her master who held the chain in his hand. The redhead was taken very seriously this constant because that was the only way that the detective could easily take home.

reached for the trembling form and took the chain in his hand. The change was instantaneous. The redhead stopped trembling and seemed to come a little life, as if expecting the first order carefully. "From foot. "The redhead obeyed without question and put standing as straight as I could. Draco looked after well before getting up. I gently pulled the string away from the wall. We circled slowly, carefully scrutinizing, playing some of the scars you could see at first glance. It seemed he had been lucky with his last love and not seen any scars too new.

imagined then that would have been inflicted in the early years of slavery, when his spirit had been subdued until the time the attitude of trapped animal. Imagine how much that would have taken to do so, each scar was talking about it ... and there were several good-sized and hundreds of other smaller, less visible. The face was a pair, a fine was in his neck as a branch, barely visible as many others. But there was another who was of his cheekbone in the open bow to almost the end of your eye and then continue erratically to the rim, splitting slightly. Standing

without shaking the redhead looked slightly impressive had it not been for their meat lean. Draco imagined then how would your red when he was in better condition. The detective had assured that a competent medimago I had checked before bringing it to consciousness. "Are you hungry?" He asked with the hope of finding a bit of conscience there. The redhead did not answer blinked and felt his hopes crumbling rapidly.

took the chain and disengaged from the wall. "We." Muttered discouraged. At least the redhead was clean, had also charged that the detective apparently. In addition, he had left A detailed report of everything that had managed to discover the life of the red, their former masters, some customs duties 'd ever met and many other minutiae that after talking to the man had not wanted to even look.

The redhead followed without problems and to reach the high ordered to sit. Immediately the food appeared on the table and Draco had to order the redhead eating it would appear not to, would not prove bite. Seconds later ordered to stop taking food with their hands and utensils used. Faced with this latest order gave Ron a confused look.

"flatware, Weasley. The holder ..." He said lifting it to see it. "... And knife. "Ron immediately jumped out of seat to see the knife toward him Draco. The blond blinked confused until he realized that he had dropped the chain. sighed discouraged and left the knife on the table. Well ... then none of knives at the moment, just a precaution and was promised that the next day would be better.

But the next day brought no improvement, nor that followed, nor any day for two months and Draco was going crazy. Do not know if I could continue that for what he called one of his best friends. ; One that, to the surprise of many, had made great strides in his own life. Gregory Goyle, psicomago.

The huge figure of Gregory, almost two heads taller than Draco and complexion quite robust but not become so in the end, I reviewed a Ron Weasley that although he had nothing to envy in height was shaking like a leaf. So the time had not released word but that does not seem to mind. reviewed the papers he had given the detective to Draco as he dropped one or two \u0026lt;i> mhh \u0026lt;/ i>.

"Are you receiving any other treatment?" Asked Draco who informed him that he took what he had prescribed medimago to regain strength, especially potions to restore vitamins and help to eat. "And do not speak." commented and the blond nodded again.

"mmhh." Goyle came and calmly took the chain to see the reaction of which Draco had told him too. "Interesting."

"Greg, you're losing me with your comments. Can you tell me something that does make sense? "

" I have to repeat that what is trauma. "Took the string again and pulled with authority making the redhead his stay a few inches. "What's your name?"

"I have no name." answered the redhead immediately making Draco startled to hear raspy voice. Almost was about to go to Ron with joy but Goyle stopped him with an imperious gesture.

"Of course you have a name. How was your name before a slave? And I want the truth, but you know what to expect."

"Weasley ... Bilius Ronald Weasley. "Returned to answer the red with fear in eyes.

"Why do not you answered our questions?"

"My last master that if he said a word I cut the tongue."

"mmhh ... obedient to the end. "Goyle He said after releasing the string to see how it went." And from what I have been the work of years. You have a great challenge, Draco. But has lost his mind. At least it's something in your favor. "

" What should I do? "

" First you need to show that you are the master. Otherwise no will listen. I saw him. Just pay attention to their masters, while ignoring the rest of the world, do not blame him. Once you establish who you show him you're a good master. When it finally arrives your head, if it ever arrives, you can finally talk with Ronald Weasley man and not the slave. "Draco nodded, thinking he understood what his friend said.

Six months later, in early December, I was not so sure I understood. In his view the redhead was the same. He spoke when required, ate when he was forced, bathed only if so ordered and the worst, he slept only when he gave permission.

Luckily, just this month, his father began to nagging to finally take a vacation. I knew what order your hobbies drove each other crazy but the only way they knew how to work and sometimes his father loved to take risks that mismatched their entire agenda. Of course, Draco wanted to take a vacation, especially near Christmas when his moves became somewhat eccentric and his assistant put the cry in heaven watching over him at every turn. So when you said he would take a week off his father flatly refused to take as little time. I wanted to take the whole month, said that Draco had accumulated almost a year on holiday. In the end they settled for Draco to take three weeks. The two-week Christmas and then an additional one.

Draco took pains to decorate the house and even went so far as to look at all the stores in Diagon Alley a sweater that looked like Mrs. Weasley that wove them to their children. He had to abandon the idea when none the sweaters he found brought together the qualities needed to resemble a Weasley sweater. What I did was buy a beginner's magic hands and a number of buns in the red thread that found more frightening. Among the decorations of the house and learn to weave it through the first week of vacation almost without realizing it.

was initially allowed to feel a bit ridiculous but seeing the final product was exactly as I remember he smiled foolishly. His red hair that he deserved to be pampered and much more. It had left out a lot during that week I wanted to surprise him. Even if no other reaction received a blink, it was worth trying.

Christmas day was very nervous Draco. The tree was fully decorated and made an effort to end because the house seems as warm as possible. There were several presents under the tree, most of them to Ron and besides that had a camera to take some photos.

already had ordered him to have breakfast and take it to the room by the hand, one of the things that at least the redhead as he could. He was ordered to close their eyes just before going to take against the tree and was where I could see the look, camera in hand.

"You open your eyes." He whispered with ill-contained emotion.'s Blue eyes opened and for a moment nothing happened. "You like?" He asked with some anxiety. "There are gifts for you under the tree. Do you want to open them?" The redhead seemed to meditate a bit with an odd look but finally came and knelt before the tree. waited a while until Draco was exasperated and knelt at his side causing the red startled. Only then came to his mind maybe ... just maybe ... Christmas had not been a good thing for the redhead. Perhaps he had seen the gift being of that occasion. Removing those depressing thoughts raced to one of the gifts and put it in front of the red with some abruptness nervous. "It's for you." muttered away a little. "Open it. "

The redhead took the latter as an order and broke open the paper to the box. Inside was a broom, latest model, the Quidditch clothes favorite team color of red and the full set of Quidditch balls as well as several sports magazines in recent months. Draco had not had to strain to remember Ron's favorite team, the Chudley Cannons. "Do you like?"

The redhead looked at him blankly. Is it possible that he had forgotten what was the Quidditch? "I hope you have not forgotten. Here There is one for you. "This time I passed a smaller box." Open it. "

This time it was the turn of the sweater and Draco was sweating with anticipation. When the redhead opened the box and saw the huge letter R is stopped short. Draco leaned a little to get it better. The redhead's hands touched the fabric and reverently removed the sweater out of the box. "Will you prove it?"

That was the real signal. Draco had told him no, he had suggested. What did the redhead now depended entirely on what he wanted, without masters or lords. With barely contained joy Ron saw the sweater stretched and finally preparing to put it.

The sweater was made slowly and Draco could see that he was as I remembered, too big for his size, but also welcoming. Ron stroked the huge letter on the front and as he did a tear down her cheek surprising Draco.

"Merry Christmas, Ron." She whispered. The redhead turned to look, for the first time in all that time to really look at him, his eyes sad but filled with memories.

"Malfoy?" Draco nodded. He saw confusion and pain but also a tiny flame of hope.

"You are safe. I will not let anyone hurt you." He whispered with barely contained emotion mourn'd start feeling at that moment but the redhead did nothing else.

"Safe." Draco turned nodded.

"You do not need this." This time Draco came and opened the collar that Ron still around his neck. "Never again will need it."

"I can go home?" The question is not took by surprise the blond. Since he had asked himself what would happen if Ron recovered his senses and wanted to go home? Do you let go? had also responded. Yes , I would go, if it made the redhead happy let him go.

"Sure you can go." Responded after taking a deep breath. "Will you go now? Should be celebrating, sure you will love to see you again." The redhead nodded shyly and Draco thought he would die. I was going to lose it so soon. by Salazar. "Well, let me bring a warmer coat, it is snowing outside." He stood with heavy steps and sought shelter for them. Then he tried to remember the direction of the Weasley house in San Cachapole. He took the redhead's hand tightly and concentrated. At no time were a road covered with snow and Draco looked at the man with red hair and blue eyes saw what seemed to recognize their surroundings and that alone made him feel a little better at what I was doing.

started walking toward the house and now a few feet away could hear the excitement that was inside of it. Ron Draco stopped and turned around to encourage him to follow. With timid steps completed to approach the blonde who took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Ron was half hidden behind her figure was almost impossible thing for his stature as smiled at Draco.

Door opened and found a stick in his face. "What the hell are you doing here?" hissed a voice heard not long ago.

"Potter, to me it is also a pleasure to see you." He replied with annoyance.

"Who is at the door, darling?" Asked the matron of the family to hear the voices.

"No, Molly. It was just a slob around." He heard footsteps and Arthur Weasley, with his soft smile appeared behind Harry. His expression hardened to view but still the dark away.

"Mr. Malfoy, do not expect it." Affairs of the Ministry? "Asked the man strained voice. The dark eyes narrowed with suspicion to see the blonde hesitated.

"If they are matters of the Ministry can wait until tomorrow, today is Christmas, Malfoy." Growled Harry.

"Potter, and shut up." Growled the blond angry losing his inability to express themselves. "Sorry, Mr. Weasley. There are matters of the ministry that brings me here ... is ... well ... "

"I say it, Malfoy, so we can continue the celebration." Draco gave him a dirty look after him but he felt Ron's hand clinging to his clothes.

"I brought you a gift." Prompting muttered Mr. Weasley gave him an incredulous look. Draco then stepped aside and the two men stood with their mouths open. "Feliz Navidad." ; whispered without looking into his eyes feeling a blush on his cheeks and a heartache. Arthur Weasley jumped into his son's neck and Draco took a step back. Soon the dark also came from their stupor and hugged the red.

"Arthur, who is at the door?" He could hear Mrs. Weasley. Soon everyone would be out so took another step back. A cloud of red hair was soon at the door, none of them was paying attention so no deal to say goodbye he turned and walked away down the road.

When he got home he realized that the gifts of red hair, which he had made had been in the parlor. Everyone who had opened and had not come to play. All but shelter which would still position.

decided that it was not worth staying there all day alone so he took the camera and left the house closing. Would reveal the pictures. That would give you something to do.

Almost all the shops in Diagon Alley were closed but a few showed their open signs. He went to one of them and asked if they revealed photos. The clerk, somewhat grumpily told him not to. He had cover most of the dead and three stores later I finally found one that offered services revealed magic.

Two hours later I had their photographs, a pair of frames and an album of photos well protected. After that he stopped at a little bistro that had been opened in your search and ate something. The rest of the time spent watching the windows of almost all shops. Every other magician and couples roamed the alley but the rest were at home celebrating. Almost

dusk when he decided to return. Avoided even glancing at the room where the redhead was there ever closer to the tree but ended up dropping his mind. He took the photo album and started thumbing through it. His red hair the tree looked with fear and apprehension. The most beautiful of all the photos was the one where she wore the sweater and his face was full of anticipation before blushing and looking down the sleeves so long they covered up their knuckles leaving out the tips of his fingers against the fabric tight .

The redhead in the photo looked at him and Draco was surprised to see that he gave a shy smile. He formed a lump in her throat and her eyes watered a little. He stood up and put the framed photo securing the tree in place with a little magic. "I'm a fool." whispered accepting her feelings once and for all. A few blows

the door was removed from his state and ran a hand over his face. The blows sounded again and this time listened as they shouted his name, his voice distorted by being on the other side but at the same time unmistakable. " Malfoy! Damn it, open the fucking door! "

" Harry! "He called another voice somewhat dimmed by the camera.

"No, he did something to Ron and will pay it." His voice sounded agitated and Malfoy rolled his eyes. Typical of Potter come to claim all that went wrong. It took long enough to find the papers and Ron potions before leaving them on the coffee table and protect them just in case. When he opened his wand in his hand and took aim between the eyes to the green-eyed returning the favor early in the morning had made .

"What brings you here, Potter?" He murmured quietly surprised at the look tan. "I hope that is not a courtesy call."

"Malfoy, do not be stupid. know why we come. "grunted then uncross his eyes.

"No, I do not know. I would be enough distraction for a day that had his brother back but obviously I was wrong. I was going to leave tomorrow to send the medical record but who are here would be a good idea to take him too. " He lowered his wand and walked away from the door. As expected, the Weasley entered uninvited. The top of the list being Harry Potter. He took the package which kept a copy and began to hand them over when he noticed the silence.

These watched the tree and decorations. Coughed nervously. There forgotten that the whole house was arranged in such a way that was as close to the cozy little houses that appeared in magazines Christmas. "And I thought that snakes had no Christmas spirit." exclaimed one of the twins.

Weasley saw that she had something in his hands and beckoned his brothers to come over. Frowned confused until he had a hunch and looked at the tree. The missing Ron photo site where the moments hung before. He came quickly and grabbed it with arrogance. "They have what they missing. Now if you are kind enough to leave my house. "

" We did not come for stationery, Malfoy. "Ginny replied." It's Ron. "Draco's expression changed dramatically, from anger to extreme concern that the redhead thing taken into account immediately.

"What's wrong?" Are you okay? "

" We want to know what the hell you did. "He claimed the dark but Draco ignored him waiting for the redhead told him what was happening. , Harry's eyes narrowed in anger.

"is very quiet. It frightened when we approach. not to eat. "The blonde sighed and handed the girl the record.

"That's all you need to know about Ron, but if they are not overly sensitive people should read them all. Her life has not been a bed of flowers since he disappeared."

"What is supposed to do with this? "asked Draco felt exasperated and confused.

"What do you what to do with that? That is all. On the table are your potions, which have to take yet. That's all I can offer. "

" Malfoy, this is not going to calm Ron. "I said with a strange expression, the redhead.

"But I have nothing more. What am I supposed to do? Is at home ... with his family. What more could you want? "almost groaned with despair but stopped at the last moment before the serious look on Ginny.

"is asking about you."

"Why me?" He whispered. Would Ron really asking for it or the master?

"Yes, there wants us to come and just say your name." Annoying Harry interrupted. "We've been looking all day, Malfoy. Where the hell was he? Today is Christmas! "

" I was visiting some old friends. "lied automatically." And that's not incumbent upon any of you. "

" Malfoy, what is the case with our brother? " When Harry tried to intervene again one of the twins covered her mouth. The three Weasley and brown Draco Malfoy saw seemed to decide what to do or say. I was hesitant, as if to say something. She put her hands to her temples to finally sighing and shaking his head slightly.

"It's all in the report. Read it." He whispered in a gesture of defeat, pointing to the record that was the redhead. "You want some punch?" He murmured to face circumstances.

The tan is Sappho of the hands of the twins with a grunt.

"Who would have thought that Malfoy would punch too." Exclaimed one of the twins. Minutes later

sat at the table reading while Draco stared at the tree and gifts. "It seems that not everyone wants your gifts, Malfoy." Commented Brown after coming to understand what was in the report. Ron's gift under the tree was still open and apparently forgotten.

"This is not your thing, Potter." She whispered, leaning over the gift, and closing the lid and then begin to collect the presents. When could you send them home to red. But in those moments just wanted to finally decide to leave. Leave the tree until the next morning and then would remove him for the moment not wish to continue the display of emotions against redheads. But he was lucky because I could hear the sobs of the redhead and see the somber faces of twins.

"They have to pay." Muttered one of the twins, did not know which.

"They are about twenty-eight wizards on the list. Ten of them are dead. Six are in Azkaban imprisonment. Five are being processed by the Ministry today. Three reported missing and the last four , non-actionable are about to disappear. "whispered without opening his eyes from the cup of punch.

"Apparently you've already ordered all, Malfoy. Benefits of being in power." Remarked the evening dark with malice.

Speak you have it and not use it. If you are over then I apologize, but it is too late. "Harry was about to continue throwing salt to the wound but a look of Ginny Weasley did grumble and closing the mouth.

"Thanks, Malfoy. We are in debt ..."

"It's late." Said interrupting any token of appreciation. No thanks needed, I had not done for them, or by or for Potter Weasley or Granger.

Draco finally went and stayed in the living room of the house picking up the table. It took everything he could, unable to sleep knowing that her red hair was calling him. He decided to turn off the lights and see what they looked like small lights on the tree was delighted. I had not had a chance to show your red hair and was really a shame because the lights were beautiful. practice was early morning and closed out the night was snowing. I had planned so many things ... 73