For Gemini Malfoy-Potter, who loves a dominate Draco.


"To assit in more secure premises, wards have been placed on the enterance to every Houses common room. These wards ensure that no one outside those sorted into that house may enter. This covers as broad a catergory as anyone who has not attened Hogwarts to, more precisley, students who were not sorted into that house. For those that may accidently pass these wards; please do not be alarmed. The wards simply hold you in place and alert the staff to see to the breach."

It was this snippet of Dumbledore's welcoming speech that occupied the majority of conversation over dinner. Talk of these new measures buzzed all over the Great Hall, even in a small section, near the middle of Gryffindor table were three sixth year students sat.

"Well it's understandable that there are new security measures. I mean, now that the ministry accept that Voldemorts back- Oh quit it, Ron."

"Well sorry." The red-head mumbled in response.

"It's not that good a measure though, is it?" The black-haired boy spoke up for the first time.

Ron and Hermione followed his baleful gaze across the Hall.

"I mean, it's not gonna stop Death Eaters getting into the Slytherin common room, is it?" Harry finished.

"No, I guess not. It won't protect other houses from death eaters either, if they're ex-Hogwarts students." Hermione said with a thoughtful expresion.

They turned back to the table and Ron opted to add his say.

"Why are you so concerned about them anyway? They'd probably be happy that their Death Eater families can still get in."

Harry turned back to his food, face cast down to his plate and looking vaugly annoyed.

"Being Slytherin doesn't automatically make you a Death Eater, Ron. That's a stereotype."

Ron knew he'd somehow hit a chord and bashfully became much more enthusiastic in his meal.


Harry was having one of the worst days of his life. Forget being hunted by Voldemort - his encounters with the dark lord paled in comparison with this.

"Hermione? What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron voiced what Harry currently could not.

"It doesn't make sense, it shouldn't work like this... Harry's in- The wards should-" Hermione thought out loud, speaking in broken sentences.

While his two best friends stood by him, attempting to casually encircle him using only two people, mobs of students hung around sataring at the latest trouble Harry Potter had gotten himself into. Because at that very moment, just outside of the Gryffindor common room, Harry was magically frozen. One of his main thoughts was currently;

Thank god my mouth was closed.

Harry knew, as did those crowding around, that the most likely reason for him being frozen there was because of the new wards placed at the enterance of the common rooms. The owns that only let members of that house inside. The wards that currently weren't letting Harry into the Gryffindor common room. The theory was further comfirmed as Harry watched the crowds of students part for Professor McGonagal, reminding him of some sort of female Moses.

When Professor McGonagal finally reached the Fat Lady, to say she was surprised to see Harry Potter frozen next the portrait was (if her expression was anything to go by) a huge understatment.

"Mr. Potter?" she enquired.

Harry couldn't even look at her, it had only been pure luck that he had been frozen in her direction. The ward spell froze every part of him, not even allowing him to blink (though something must've been keeping his eyes moist since they weren't watering). Some obscure part of his mind registered that this must be so that the intruder can't possibly cast any spells.

Receiving no answer, McGonagal instead turned to Hermione and Ron. With a small sigh on her part;

"He froze attempting to enter the common room?"

The two friends nodded and brought forth another small sigh from Professor McGonagal's lips. She cast her wand over Harry and he unfroze. Turning back the way she came she said over her shoulder;

"Follow me, Mr. Potter. We will have to see the Headmaster."

Realising the whispers starting up around her, the Head of House swiftly added,

"I'm sure he'll be able to identify the flaw in the spell cast over Gryffindor."

Head down, neutral expression and pulling himself in to be as unnoticable as possible, Harry hurried after Professor McGonagal.


"If you could excuse us, Professor McGonagal."

The addressed nodded at Dumbledores request and left the office. For a moment, Harry had to be content with tracing the grains of wood on the table in front of him.

"Harry, I do apoligise. It appears we did not consider everyone when implimenting this ward. It seems to be a bit strict."

Harry looked up to find Dumbledore's eyes a-twinkle. It wasn't the twinkle that made him hesitate, halting before he blurted out his question. It wasn't the twinkle; it was the possiblity that his suspicion might be right. His theory on why the wards wouldn't let him in...

"Why couldn't I get in? Why didn't the wards let me into Gryffindor?"

Leaving out the words 'common room' was a Freudian slip on Harry's part that lead to a double meaning. He had a horrible sinking feeling he knew exactly why he couldn't get into the common room - and if he was right then he was effectivly being kicked out of Gryffindor House itself. Taking in Harry's expression, Dumbledore attempted to tell the teenager what he already knew.

"It seems that, since the Sorting Hat's original descision was not for Gryffindor, the wards do not recognise you as a Gryffindor."

Harry hung his head, that was all the comfirmation he needed.

"No, the wards recognised me as Slytherin instead."

But there was no disgust in his tone, merely displaced sorrow. A heavy pause hung in the room for minutes before Dumbledore could bring himself to ask the sacrificail task of the teen in front.

"Harry," the Headmaster spoke in soft tones. "Comprimising the wards to let you in to Gryffindor means compremising the wards in general. It means you may not be the only exception that the wards allow. These wards aren't ideal but, with the impending war, they're the best we have and I'm, well, reluctant to test them."

The words hung in the space between the two, before Harry drew them in, processed them and figured out what they meant for him. Emerald eyes jerked the face up in alarm.

"You want me to-?"

He broke off. He couldn't finish. Surely Dumbledore wouldn't...

"It's the most convineint course of action, Harry."

He hung his head, because he knew, Dumbledore was right. It was a sacrifice but... it was the right thing to do. And Harry had always been a sucker for doing the 'right' thing...

"Even though pretty much every right thing you've done benefitted you?"

Harry almost visibly flinched at the Voice. It was no conscience, he knew what his conscience felt like. No, this Voice was... actually, it was said in the same tone as he'd heard Tom Riddle speak in in his second year but the sound of the was more like... his... own...

The worst thing about the Voice, though, was that it was true. In fact, that sole fact was probably why the wards still recognised him as Slytherin. All the good things he'd done... they were either accidents or the best course of action for himself. but just 'cause the Voice was right, didn't mean he had to like it.


Harry lay on his new bed, chest down. He had an inane urge to transfigure the bedding and drapery around him - green to red, silver to gold... or maybe transform everything else in the room. He knew where this urge had come from. Stress. And after the conversation he just had, Harry had a good reason to be stressed.

"Harry! Harry, we've been looking all over for you!"

"Mate, we were waitign for you up in the dorms when these House Elves show up and start taking all your stuff away. We asked what the fu-"

"We asked what they were doing (without the profanities, thank you very much Ronald) and they told us you were moving."

"What were the on about?"

Harry had just looked down, not wanting to respond. But cogs were a-turnign in Hermione's mind already and what they churned out was-

"Slytherin. You're moving to Slytherin House."

"What!? As if Harry-"

"She's right Ron." Harry spoke up. "Gryffindor's wards only recognise me as Slytherin, so it's easiest for everyone if I move there."

Ron had bulthered on about how 'ruddy unfair' it was and how he couldn't believe Harry was getting 'lumped in with all those snakes'. Harry and Hermione had shared a knowing look, both of them remembering what Ron seemed to have forgotten - Harry had been a snake, and probably never stopped being one, at least to some degree. And the Voice hadn't helped. It had spoken to him again, his voice in those dark tones. Telling him to be downcast just a little more, to say the right thing at the right time. Deceiveing Hermione and Ron for him.

"God I hate it."

"Aww... come on Potter, just 'cause it ain't red and gold - doesn't mean its all that bad."

Unfortuantly, Harry knew the origin of that voice all too well. It's snearing, smirking tones, probably surrounded by goons.

"Oh piss off Malfoy." Harry muttered, rolling over and holding his pillow over his ears, trying to block out the sarcastic laugh that seemed to follow him.


A week. He'd spent a week trapped in this snake pit. His only refuge was making him feel like a mini-'Mione, he was taking refuge in homework. Yep, homework. Getting everything in on time, doing as much reaserch as he could, anything- ANYTHING to let him avoid the Slytherins... and that Voice that talked the most when he was around them, trying to convince him... Harry shook his head and concentrated on the work in front of him. He'd just started writing again when something nearby exploded into laughter.

It was the Slytherins, of course ("The other Slytherins" the Voice reminded). They were sitting no too far away and playing a modified version of Truth or Dare that appear to include some magical barriers that made it harder to lie or not do the dare.

Oh haha, another hilarious dare.

Harry was bitter mainly because the last dare to elict that sort of laugh had been for Millicent to pour a gellatenous substance over his head. He'd had to have a shower after that. But that dare had been much earlier in the evening; it was pushing on 10 o'clock now. An obnoxious voice cut through his mind;

"Oh fuck off Zabani." Was Malfoy's colourful speach.

Harry was about to ignore it and continue working when some spiked his interest.

"Backing down from an official dare, Malfoy?"

What dare was Malfoy so adverse to?

"Screw off, pick something else."

"Haha, no way! Go on, it's a dare, you can't back down."

Malfoy stood and Harry cast his eyes back in front of him, not that anyone was likely to see past his glasses. He heard foot steps coming closer and then-

"Wha-mmph!"

Lips were firmly on his own, his left shoulder pinned and a slightly cold hand roughly holding his chin. He felt a heat rise in his cheeks as the mystery kisser pulled back.

"M- Malfoy!? What the hell?"

The mob of Slytherin's provided background music in the form of sadistic laughter. Not dignifying him with an answer, Malfoy turned back to his group.

"There, happy? Did I give you a nice image to bat off to tonight Zabini?" said Malfoy in dripping tones.

Harry tuned the rest out, considering what had just transpired, trying to figure it out. He realised something.

The Voice, the Voice had stopped! It didn't do a single thing while Malfoy was... was kissing me.

And Harry could tell, the Voice was seething over that fact. Perhaps he'd found a Kryptonite for it.


With hair of that colour they must be Weasleys but... their faces were blank, as if skin had grown over their eyes, over their noses and over their mouths... These faceless people fell to their knees around him, either begging and groveling or proceeding to fall the rest of the way to the ground. The whole scene was awash in a blinding green light that Harry found much to familair. It was lit up like the Avada Kedavra curse. He heard a chilling laugh and, after trying to look around for its owner realised were it had come from - the laugh was his!

A series of revelations;

The laugh was his, the wand was his, the one casting all these killing curses was HIM. And some shouted out from the depths of the scene, a grotesque mix of Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, both Wealsey twins in unison and Dudley.

"We should have seen it coming. You were never our Golden Boy! You were never Gryffindor! You were always going to be the Dark Lord Potter!"

No! But he couldn't shout it, his mouth wouldn't work. It wouldn't work on his command, anyway.

"Yet you believed, didn't you? You all believed I would actually save you. Ha, fools! Why would I waste my time on any of you?"

Someone was shaking him, but no one should be able to touch him.

"Potter!"

Who was calling him?

"Potter!"

They sounded annoyed now.

"Damn it Potter."

Who-? A pale face in front of his own swum in and out of vision, always blurry.

"Potter! Either get up or shut up."

Who...?

"Potter!"

Harry very quickly came back to the land of the awake, shooken out of his nightmare.

"Whazzamatta?"

"Oh very litterate, Potter."

Hang on, I know that voice...

"Now are you gonna shut up or am I gonna make you?"

Oh, it's Malfoy.

"Um, sorry. Was I-?"

Malfoy cut him off, seemingly more relaxed. Harry couldn't see where he was, but he must be standing since Harry couldn't feel a dent in the bed.

"Oh it was just annoying, but admittedly amusing."

Harry had a bad feeling about this.

"What was all that about 'believeing' and 'wasting time'?"

He'd heard some of the dream.

"Threaten him. Tell him he better not tell anyone or he'll regret it." commanded the Voice.

Piss off.

Malfoy was closer now, getting into the teaseing rutt and leaning over his bed.

"Confessing to some lover were you?"

But something odd was happening... the voice was softer, as if it was muffled or perhaps just much further away.

"Say it! Threaten!"

Malfoys hand were on his sheets now and he was leaning down.

"Punch him at very least!"

The Voice still ordered him, but it was so muffled, Harry could hardly hear it. In fact, the closer Malfoy got the fainter the Voice got. That soft face was hovering just inches above his own mask and he knew, he just knew, that it would stop the Voice. Malfoy could stop it if he just...

Harry pushed himself up, touching his lips onto Malfoys. They stayed like that, giving Harry a blissfully silent moment, before he was shoved back down onto his bed.

"What the fuck, Potter?"

And the last of the sleepiness dispearsed from Harry's brain and he realised what he'd done.

Oh god oh god oh god. I just kissed Malfoy. Correction, I just kissed Malfoy. No wait- I can't decide which is worse.

"Merlin, are you really that thick? I kissed you for a dare Potter. Oh ugh."

And Malfoy walked away, spitting and making digusted noises.

"See what happens when you try and get rid of me? When you try to ignore me? It all goes wrong, doesn't it?"

Shut up.

Harry rolled over and tried to fall back asleep.


He was sitting on his bed. The Voice was talking, or more accrutately whispering...

"Diffindo - Splits seams (rather handy when facing a cute opponent, especially if they're shy). Furnunculus - produces boils on opponent. Locomotor Mortis - locks opponents legs together. Petrificus Totalus - binds body, aka petrifies opponent. Conjunctivitis - damages your opponents eyesight. Narro Vacuus - cause's your opponent to become mute for an amount of time. Mensectus - influences your opponents mind so that they are more likely to choose what you want them to do. Imperio - controls opponents action, effectiveness depends on their will level. Crucio - tortures your opponent from the inside out, can cause opponent to go insane from the pain. Avada Kedavra - kills your opponent by similatniously halting all bodily functions."

And then the Voice repeats this list again. And again. And again. Over and over and that Voice is so much like Harry's own that he can't tell if it's still in his head or if he's now saying it out loud... And suddenly Malfoy was standing over him, Harry wondering in a distracted and garbled way how he managed to apparate inside of Hogwarts. Pale lips open to say a modified version of what Harry heard surely only minutes ago.

"Is it gonna shut up, or do I have to shut it up?"

"Is what?" Harry replies a bit to loudly. He is trying to speak over the Voice which has gotten louder since Malfoy appeared.

Malfoy's customary smirk seems to have some sort of undertone that Harry just can't figure out.

"The Voice. Is that Voice gonna shut up," Malfoy puts his hands firmly on the bed, either side of Harry, and leans into enough so that his lips are hovering over Harry's ear. Humid breath labored as he finshes "Or do I have to shut it up?"

Harry finds himself telling Draco that he has to do it. A cold wet feeling flickers up his ear and a corresponding shiver runs up his spine. The Voice is vainly trying, it's shouting but it sound so muffled... it sounds so far away. And that's right were Harry wants it. The Voice trys to grab at that selfish thought, but can't before Malfoys lips are firmly on Harrys on and moveing slightly.

This isn't an innocent kiss; it's not soft, it's not loving. It's hard, rough, hell it even hurts and Harry knows it's fueled by lust. Malfoy's pushed him down into the sheets and their lips havn't parted. Harry feels Malfoy's tongue brush his bottom lip, asking for something more? But more isn't what he wanted, he'd just wanted the Voice to-

Apparently, he didn't have a choice in this matter. Malfoy's tongue shoved its way into his mouth, pressing up against the roof, scratching the insides of his cheeks and pinning his own tongue down. As Malfoy's tongue moved, Harry felt his throat vibrate with a moan that ended up in Malfoy's mouth. Cool hands felt ice cold against his inflamed skin, inflamed with this heated lust. Malfoy's hands were all over him, through his hair, under his shirt, over his hips across his-

"Ah! Ah... ... ...ah..."

Harry couldn't stop the sounds coming, even though now he wanted to. This was too much, this hadn't been what he wanted...

Malfoy was whispering in his ear.

Malfoy was drumming cool fingertips over his nipples.

Malfoy was rubbing his knee into his now warm groin.

And Harry was moaning and twisting and gasping and squirming until he was reduced to pressing against the other boy and whispering with dying breaths "Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy" over and over again.

Then a shudder ran the length of his body.

And Harry woke to a sticky sensation between his legs and over the sheets. Thinking of how lucky it was Saturday and that according to the time (well past breakfast) the dorm must've been well cleared of Slytherins long ago. Harry wiped as much as he could onto the sheets (aware that they were refreshed each day) and got up to get ready for the day.

As he did all this, Harry remained beautifully unaware that Malfoy had been retrieveing something from his trunk when he'd heard Potter start gasping.

And he remained beautifully unaware that Malfoy had found the sound positively intoxicating.


Whoo-hoo! first chapter. Yep, that's right. I said first chapter - thus implying that the first is not a lone chapter.

I started writting, not really knowing what I was doing. Then I came up with the idea for 'the Voice' and feel in fucking love with it. Thus, I decided to extend it from a one-shot.

I also ended up rather likeing this chapter its self. The dream scenes are lovely, I think.
A note on the dream scenes, italics is in dreamland but 'normal' is in awakeland. So when some of the speech was out of italics that was beacause Harry said them out loud.

I apoligise if the list of curses were boring, but I need something for 'the Voice' to say, and it seemed appropriate.
BTW: Descriptions are my personal interpretation of the spell, so please don't say 'That spell doesn't do that!' or 'JKR never said that's what that spell does'. Actually, if anyone does this or wanted to do this I find that pretty funny. I mean, out of all the non-canon things in this fic to pick, you pick the spell description? Ha!
Oh and the spells (curses) 'Narro Vacuus' and 'Mensectus' are my own creations. I needed some curses to provide a smooth segue into the Unforgivables. 'Narro Vacuus' is Latin for 'voice without' (or without voice). 'Mensectus' is a combination of a Latin word for 'mind' ('mens') and errr... something else that's like control or something (I can't remember ... please don't eyll, it's almost midnight, and can barely remember five words prior).

I hope you liked the first chapter, Gemini Malfoy-Potter. I'll try get more up soon. Please tell me what you liked/didn't like. This is being tailor made for you remember.