Ship of Fools Part 7
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Harry's Third Year at Hogwarts
Ship of Fools Part 7
The last part of Christmas break at Yokosuka
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The aftermath of Christmas Eve had been uncomfortable for Draco Malfoy in several ways. The hangover at least faded in a day thanks to Johnston's tender ministrations. The wound to his pride lingered on, with the embarrassment of vomiting on Harry Potter tagging along for fun. Potter's mother Nagato had been mollified by Draco's explanation and apology and accepted that as an accident no harm had been done. To be fair it had helped that Junyou had also felt mortified by what had happened and had apologized even more profusely than Draco had. Potter had not expressed any anger and had been rather reasonably sympathetic.
It left Draco to wonder, Perhaps he's letting Weasley handle that. Ron Weasley had taken the opportunity to settle several scores with Malfoy since then. The barb that stung the worst was after Weasley's insistence on a marathon of the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, leading to several so your hero is Mannequin Skywalker jibes. Despite so wanting to force choke Weasley for that crack, he said nothing in order to regain that sense of composure and self assurance forfeited by his drunken disclosures. It would be far worse to fail at choking Ron out, especially since he had yet to successfully work out such a wandless spell.
His musings were interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind and pulling him into a hug.
"You gonna just stand around staring off into space all day, Draco? You better not be going emo on me..." Johnston then leaned her head forward of his shoulder and examined Draco's profile. "Okay, I don't see you wearing eyeliner and makeup so I guess everything's fine for now."
Draco's head swiveled to look at Johnston's face, only to stop with their lips mere inches apart. With both his and her eyes gone wide and a rising blush on their faces, he quickly turned his head back. "Umm.. I still don't understand that whole emo thing." Mind racing as his hand smoothed his hair in a nervous tic he attempted to shift the conversation. Okay Draco just say something innocuous. "Did you get a haircut? It really suits you." Really? How lame can you be Draco?
To his shock, Johnston, still blushing, took his other hand in hers.
"Thank you Draco. I wasn't sure you would notice. Pennsylvania cut it and said this was the style that would match the hair ornament you gave me." The destroyer girl touched the ornament now gracing her black bob cut. "It's such a pretty thing. I really like it Draco."
"I'm glad you like it. I thought you were going to miss your headdress so I was really glad to be able to find something that was close."
Johnston stepped in front of Draco and faced him with her eyes downcast. "Being able to see you and your gift really cheered me up." Her eyes then met his and her mouth smirked mischievously. "I still haven't give you your present yet."
"I consider what you did for me when I was hungover as my present Johnston. At least from what some of the Japanese girls told me later. I guess using your lap as a pillow is a big deal?"
"Ehhh its kind of a big deal in Japan, but that isn't your present. I wanted to wait until New Year's Eve but the convoy is heading back home tonight and I'm on escort duty, so I have to give it to you now." Johnston's face turned down into a moue. "Close your eyes" she ordered.
Draco closed his eyes. He felt Johnston put her hands on his shoulders. As he was about to ask what she was doing, he felt her lips contact his. Time seemed to stand still as Johnston's soft lips remained on his. His brain remained frozen even as Johnston drew her lips back slightly. Eyes now open, they held each others gaze. Until a voice broke through the moment.
"If you're done Johnston, we need to get going." Samuel B Roberts reinserted the Tootsie Pop into her mouth and pointed her thumb at the docks.
"Ugh. Way to kill a mood Sammie. I hate to go like this Draco sweetie. Call me on Skype!"
As Johnston and Sammie left for the docks, Draco turned back to the dorms in a daze. Halfway there he paused after tasting his lips. "Strawberry?"
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Upon entering the dorm, Draco found his two henchmen each staring at a computer screen. Potter, Weasley and Longbottom were sitting around the card table playing some collectible card game. Standing behind Goyle, Draco peered at the screen of the computer Goyle was using.
"Who's that Goyle?"
"Oh! Hey Draco. Umm.. well..." Goyle stammered.
Harry Potter leaned over and took a look. "Oh. That's Takao-san. She's one of the cruisers on base and she's a really nice person."
Crabbe just snickered and said, "Yes, but I believe Goyle is more interested in her vast tracts of land over her personality."
"Tracts of land, Poi?"
"Shut up Crabbe" Goyle growled.
"No. You're just waiting for those pin-up posters you ordered to arrive from that photographer. You paid for enough of them to wallpaper the room back at Hogwarts."
"Wait, Goyle, you ordered posters from Aoba-san?"
"Boss, can I kill Crabbe now?"
Feeling a headache similar to his hangover coming on, Draco moved to Crabbe's computer. Looked at the screen and just stared.
"Crabbe, just what game are you playing?"
Crabbe furrowed his eyebrows. "It's called Yandere Simulator. Somebody suggested it as a possible solution to my arranged engagement problem. I've been playing it and even looked up something called The Internet Guide to Yandere Love. I think I see what they were getting at, but there are still some things I don't quite get....The only other option for me would be to discover 'artistic leanings', whatever those are."
Draco pinched his nose and retreated from the impending disasters that were surely going to attend to his minions. As he sat on the edge of his bed, he looked up at Potter who had pointed a question to him.
"So the base is going to attempt a summoning on New Year's Eve. Are you interested in observing Malfoy?"
Draco blinked. "What would I have to do?"
"Nothing really. Mostly it's just watching the proceedings. Having more wizards attend makes a summoning more successful."
"Huh. Alright then. Sure." After thinking a bit, he asked, "So Potter, how do you know what ship-girls will appear when you do these summonings?"
"Well, sometimes it's random, but if you ask for someone specific chances are good they will appear."
Draco started flipping through the latest edition of Jane's Fighting Kanmusu. For some reason one of the history sections caught his eye. The Washington Naval Treaty and USN Spring Styles of 1921. He skimmed through other sections, but he would return to one design sketch in that chapter.
Noticing Draco's interest in a particular page, Harry peered over the blond wizard's shoulder at the page. Thinking about it later as he got into bed Harry did wonder why Draco was interested in a rejected upgrade for the Colorado class.
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An awkward silence echoed throughout the summoning chamber that New Year's Eve. The stacks of summoning materials and incense remained undisturbed and very present. The chanting of the Japanese priests had ceased as the Japanese summoning attempt resulted in nothing but calm still water in the pool.
Admiral Goto shrugged and looked at his American counterpart. "Guess it's your turn John."
The American admiral stepped forward and performed the invocations and pleas. Various rock songs were played with Naka at the sound board. The USN ship-girls singing along. After ten minutes Admiral Richardson stepped back. "No dice. Guess we aren't reaching anyone tonight."
"So that's it then?" All eyes turned towards Draco Malfoy as he interjected. Turning to Harry he asked, "Potter, you told me that if you asked for someone then it was going to succeed right?"
"Sometimes the spirits have to be ready to come back Draco..."
"But what if you aren't asking for the right ones? You seem to be asking for the ships who did things already, ships with a history."
Admiral Richardson frowned. "Yes. Because they have the experience..."
"They had their chance," Draco interrupted. "What about those who never got the chance? The unwanted, the discarded, or the forgotten? If someone asks for them to come, they just might. And it's not fair that Potter is the only one who can summon ship-girls. So I ask! I, Draco Malfoy ask the forgotten and unwanted to come back and take the life denied them before!"
The candles sputtered out as Draco finished. The summoning materials suddenly dissolved into motes. The blond boy staggered as if punched in the gut and doubled over. The pool's water roiled and rushed into a swirling geyser like column. As it fell back into the pool it revealed a girl standing in the middle of the pool.
She was dressed in a navy blue pinstriped suit jacket and pants. Black and white spats for shoes and a fedora hat completed the ensemble. She holstered her two Smith and Wesson Hand Ejector revolvers in their shoulder holster rig with laconic ease, the movement at the same time showing off her lines. Her hair was the color of burgundy wine, worn in a thick braid over her left shoulder and peek-a-bangs that veiled her right eye. The visible left eye with its grey iris gazed over the room, until it reached a blond boy just now recovering.
As she began to glide over to Draco Malfoy, Admiral Richardson spoke out to her. "Report!" She stopped and looked at him. John Richardson had remembered the unease he had felt when Pennsylvania had summoned. The feeling he got from the stare of this ship-girl was not the rage of Pennsylvania, this was icy controlled hate.
"You are US Navy correct?" The girl asked in a voice that reminded those that were listening of a mafia don talking to someone who was about to get whacked.
"Yes, I'm Admiral John..."
"Go to hell." She pointed at Draco. "He asked for me, not the United States Navy. Therefore, he is my admiral. Not some martinet from a navy that didn't even commission me and threw me away because of some damn treaty."
An angry Richardson tried stepping towards the girl, only to be stopped by the arm of Arizona across his chest. He looked at her to see her shake her head. In a low voice she spoke.
"Don't John. That's the baby sister of the Colorados, BB-47 USS Washington. If you doubt her right to be angry just ask Texas and New York about what happened to her."
Meanwhile the mind of Draco Malfoy was panicking. What did I just do?
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Harry's Third Year at Hogwarts
Ship of Fools Part 7
The last part of Christmas break at Yokosuka
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The aftermath of Christmas Eve had been uncomfortable for Draco Malfoy in several ways. The hangover at least faded in a day thanks to Johnston's tender ministrations. The wound to his pride lingered on, with the embarrassment of vomiting on Harry Potter tagging along for fun. Potter's mother Nagato had been mollified by Draco's explanation and apology and accepted that as an accident no harm had been done. To be fair it had helped that Junyou had also felt mortified by what had happened and had apologized even more profusely than Draco had. Potter had not expressed any anger and had been rather reasonably sympathetic.
It left Draco to wonder, Perhaps he's letting Weasley handle that. Ron Weasley had taken the opportunity to settle several scores with Malfoy since then. The barb that stung the worst was after Weasley's insistence on a marathon of the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, leading to several so your hero is Mannequin Skywalker jibes. Despite so wanting to force choke Weasley for that crack, he said nothing in order to regain that sense of composure and self assurance forfeited by his drunken disclosures. It would be far worse to fail at choking Ron out, especially since he had yet to successfully work out such a wandless spell.
His musings were interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind and pulling him into a hug.
"You gonna just stand around staring off into space all day, Draco? You better not be going emo on me..." Johnston then leaned her head forward of his shoulder and examined Draco's profile. "Okay, I don't see you wearing eyeliner and makeup so I guess everything's fine for now."
Draco's head swiveled to look at Johnston's face, only to stop with their lips mere inches apart. With both his and her eyes gone wide and a rising blush on their faces, he quickly turned his head back. "Umm.. I still don't understand that whole emo thing." Mind racing as his hand smoothed his hair in a nervous tic he attempted to shift the conversation. Okay Draco just say something innocuous. "Did you get a haircut? It really suits you." Really? How lame can you be Draco?
To his shock, Johnston, still blushing, took his other hand in hers.
"Thank you Draco. I wasn't sure you would notice. Pennsylvania cut it and said this was the style that would match the hair ornament you gave me." The destroyer girl touched the ornament now gracing her black bob cut. "It's such a pretty thing. I really like it Draco."
"I'm glad you like it. I thought you were going to miss your headdress so I was really glad to be able to find something that was close."
Johnston stepped in front of Draco and faced him with her eyes downcast. "Being able to see you and your gift really cheered me up." Her eyes then met his and her mouth smirked mischievously. "I still haven't give you your present yet."
"I consider what you did for me when I was hungover as my present Johnston. At least from what some of the Japanese girls told me later. I guess using your lap as a pillow is a big deal?"
"Ehhh its kind of a big deal in Japan, but that isn't your present. I wanted to wait until New Year's Eve but the convoy is heading back home tonight and I'm on escort duty, so I have to give it to you now." Johnston's face turned down into a moue. "Close your eyes" she ordered.
Draco closed his eyes. He felt Johnston put her hands on his shoulders. As he was about to ask what she was doing, he felt her lips contact his. Time seemed to stand still as Johnston's soft lips remained on his. His brain remained frozen even as Johnston drew her lips back slightly. Eyes now open, they held each others gaze. Until a voice broke through the moment.
"If you're done Johnston, we need to get going." Samuel B Roberts reinserted the Tootsie Pop into her mouth and pointed her thumb at the docks.
"Ugh. Way to kill a mood Sammie. I hate to go like this Draco sweetie. Call me on Skype!"
As Johnston and Sammie left for the docks, Draco turned back to the dorms in a daze. Halfway there he paused after tasting his lips. "Strawberry?"
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Upon entering the dorm, Draco found his two henchmen each staring at a computer screen. Potter, Weasley and Longbottom were sitting around the card table playing some collectible card game. Standing behind Goyle, Draco peered at the screen of the computer Goyle was using.
"Who's that Goyle?"
"Oh! Hey Draco. Umm.. well..." Goyle stammered.
Harry Potter leaned over and took a look. "Oh. That's Takao-san. She's one of the cruisers on base and she's a really nice person."
Crabbe just snickered and said, "Yes, but I believe Goyle is more interested in her vast tracts of land over her personality."
"Tracts of land, Poi?"
"Shut up Crabbe" Goyle growled.
"No. You're just waiting for those pin-up posters you ordered to arrive from that photographer. You paid for enough of them to wallpaper the room back at Hogwarts."
"Wait, Goyle, you ordered posters from Aoba-san?"
"Boss, can I kill Crabbe now?"
Feeling a headache similar to his hangover coming on, Draco moved to Crabbe's computer. Looked at the screen and just stared.
"Crabbe, just what game are you playing?"
Crabbe furrowed his eyebrows. "It's called Yandere Simulator. Somebody suggested it as a possible solution to my arranged engagement problem. I've been playing it and even looked up something called The Internet Guide to Yandere Love. I think I see what they were getting at, but there are still some things I don't quite get....The only other option for me would be to discover 'artistic leanings', whatever those are."
Draco pinched his nose and retreated from the impending disasters that were surely going to attend to his minions. As he sat on the edge of his bed, he looked up at Potter who had pointed a question to him.
"So the base is going to attempt a summoning on New Year's Eve. Are you interested in observing Malfoy?"
Draco blinked. "What would I have to do?"
"Nothing really. Mostly it's just watching the proceedings. Having more wizards attend makes a summoning more successful."
"Huh. Alright then. Sure." After thinking a bit, he asked, "So Potter, how do you know what ship-girls will appear when you do these summonings?"
"Well, sometimes it's random, but if you ask for someone specific chances are good they will appear."
Draco started flipping through the latest edition of Jane's Fighting Kanmusu. For some reason one of the history sections caught his eye. The Washington Naval Treaty and USN Spring Styles of 1921. He skimmed through other sections, but he would return to one design sketch in that chapter.
Noticing Draco's interest in a particular page, Harry peered over the blond wizard's shoulder at the page. Thinking about it later as he got into bed Harry did wonder why Draco was interested in a rejected upgrade for the Colorado class.
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An awkward silence echoed throughout the summoning chamber that New Year's Eve. The stacks of summoning materials and incense remained undisturbed and very present. The chanting of the Japanese priests had ceased as the Japanese summoning attempt resulted in nothing but calm still water in the pool.
Admiral Goto shrugged and looked at his American counterpart. "Guess it's your turn John."
The American admiral stepped forward and performed the invocations and pleas. Various rock songs were played with Naka at the sound board. The USN ship-girls singing along. After ten minutes Admiral Richardson stepped back. "No dice. Guess we aren't reaching anyone tonight."
"So that's it then?" All eyes turned towards Draco Malfoy as he interjected. Turning to Harry he asked, "Potter, you told me that if you asked for someone then it was going to succeed right?"
"Sometimes the spirits have to be ready to come back Draco..."
"But what if you aren't asking for the right ones? You seem to be asking for the ships who did things already, ships with a history."
Admiral Richardson frowned. "Yes. Because they have the experience..."
"They had their chance," Draco interrupted. "What about those who never got the chance? The unwanted, the discarded, or the forgotten? If someone asks for them to come, they just might. And it's not fair that Potter is the only one who can summon ship-girls. So I ask! I, Draco Malfoy ask the forgotten and unwanted to come back and take the life denied them before!"
The candles sputtered out as Draco finished. The summoning materials suddenly dissolved into motes. The blond boy staggered as if punched in the gut and doubled over. The pool's water roiled and rushed into a swirling geyser like column. As it fell back into the pool it revealed a girl standing in the middle of the pool.
She was dressed in a navy blue pinstriped suit jacket and pants. Black and white spats for shoes and a fedora hat completed the ensemble. She holstered her two Smith and Wesson Hand Ejector revolvers in their shoulder holster rig with laconic ease, the movement at the same time showing off her lines. Her hair was the color of burgundy wine, worn in a thick braid over her left shoulder and peek-a-bangs that veiled her right eye. The visible left eye with its grey iris gazed over the room, until it reached a blond boy just now recovering.
As she began to glide over to Draco Malfoy, Admiral Richardson spoke out to her. "Report!" She stopped and looked at him. John Richardson had remembered the unease he had felt when Pennsylvania had summoned. The feeling he got from the stare of this ship-girl was not the rage of Pennsylvania, this was icy controlled hate.
"You are US Navy correct?" The girl asked in a voice that reminded those that were listening of a mafia don talking to someone who was about to get whacked.
"Yes, I'm Admiral John..."
"Go to hell." She pointed at Draco. "He asked for me, not the United States Navy. Therefore, he is my admiral. Not some martinet from a navy that didn't even commission me and threw me away because of some damn treaty."
An angry Richardson tried stepping towards the girl, only to be stopped by the arm of Arizona across his chest. He looked at her to see her shake her head. In a low voice she spoke.
"Don't John. That's the baby sister of the Colorados, BB-47 USS Washington. If you doubt her right to be angry just ask Texas and New York about what happened to her."
Meanwhile the mind of Draco Malfoy was panicking. What did I just do?
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