A/N: You're in for a surprise in this chappa, trust me littluns.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy(Dom)/Harry Potter(Sub)[Christened: Rayné(pronounced Rain) Lily Potter], Sirius Black(Sub-Dom)/Severus Snape(Dom)/Remus Lupin(Sub), Blaize Zambini(Dom)/Hermione Granger(Sub), Luna Lovegood(Sub)/George Weasley(Dom), [Not placed in story yet](Dom)/Neville Longbottom(Sub), Fred Weasley(Sub)/Aton(Dom)
Bashing: Dumbledore, Some Ron Weasley, Obviously Dursley's, and the rest of the Wizarding Population xD
Talking = Rayné mind-speak
Talking = Aton mind-speak
//Talking// = Baltasar talking
//Talking// = Zania talking
[Talking] = Aachen talking
[Talking] = Draco talking
Reviews:
the dark euphie – I know, kinda lame, but shucks, it's gonna get good, I promise.
Other: I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you enjoy it as much as I seemed to do.
Rayné sighed and tapped her fingers against the Room of Requirements table; she was waiting for Hermione, Neville and Luna to get there so she could tell them about her summer. She glanced down at the book that was in front of her and sighed. This was so big. She only hoped they'd hear her through. She glanced up once she saw them enter and stood up, smiling hesitantly. "Hi guys."
"Hi Ray," Neville greeted her, smiling in his nervous-way.
Luna cracked her one of her bright smiles, "Fear not, Rayné of the house of Vidâme, the one-horned snorkel-puffs aren't going to ruin our friendship."
Rayné smiled at Luna's eccentricness at least she could always cheer her up, "Thanks Luna."
Hermione looked at her, eyebrow raised, hair pulled back into a ponytail and fingers tapping on the table. "Well, out with it Rayné!"
"Um, well see, I uh came into my inheritance this year." She blurted out.
Hermione smiled at her, "That's great Ray! Did you get a power boost?"
"Uh, kinda. I apparently had a magically creature inheritance too." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "I'm a Lamia, or a Dark Elf."
"A Lamia? Really Ray? That's something. It's an honor though, being your friend and all!" Neville commented.
"A Lamia, isn't that a—" Hermione began only to be caught off by Rayné dropping the book that had until recently been in front of her, in front of them.
"Read this, it's called Magical Creatures and their Information by Chevvy Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, apparently, she married a Malfoy back in the day. She was the first Draco Malfoy's wife." She shrugged, "I looked at the back of the book for her information."
Neville's, Luna's, and Hermione's eyes drifted down to the book.
Vampires and their Origins
Lamia
Lamia, unlike vampires, are born, not bitten or "turned". Unlike bitten vampires, whose eyes are blood red or pale blue (see page 78 for more details), the Lamia keep their natural eye color from birth. While those tend to be on the more exotic side, they will always stay the same.
Lamia produce a sweet, exotic smell to attract their mates. Similar to Incubus', Lamia are very intimate creatures; every six months, they have a mating season for a whole week, where, if it is their mate, they will easily become pregnant within the first try.
While Lamia may be intimate creatures, known for their love of sexual things, they are emotional in almost everything. If you thought a woman's time of the month was bad, you should see a Lamia in the making –warning: bring lots of chocolate and never ever mention the words: fat, ugly, pig, no, and stupid at any time—Lamia are also known for being completely in love with their mate, so there is no chance of cheating on their side of the relationship.
Lamia are "given" one mate for their whole lives, when a Lamia enters their inheritance upon their seventeenth birthday, they begin the never-ending search for their mate, usually a magical-related creature. Most Lamia tend to be Dominants, for they are vicious and possessive, although there are the rare occurrences where the Lamia will be Submissive. Should this happen, the Submissive will be powerful, strong, undeniably beautiful and pure of heart. While female Submissives are rare, male Submissives are considered something to behold. Both male and female Submissive Lamia can get pregnant. It is said, that upon locking eyes with their mate, the pull between the two are often strong enough to bring mates together.
Lamia tend to draw vampires to them by their child-like innocence; vampires tend to feel maternal towards the Lamia, treating it as one of their own or a favored member of the family, this is especially true for vampires who crave a child or children. Negative thoughts toward a Lamia often result in painful punishment and are often fixed by said vampires, wanting revenge for those who harbored ill thoughts toward the Lamia.
Lamia have better control over their eating habits than vampires. Although, even with the strong control, powerful emotions such as hatred, lust, anger, and the such will cause their eyes to darken considerable and for them to act harsh and rash due to their frustration.
Lamia are often gifted with extra abilities to help them from those who wish to harm them. Other than the gifts given by vampires such as immortality, superior strength, intelligence, speed, grace, sight, hearing, and beauty.
Lamia are given several other names by which they are known as. Such as Dark Elves or Blood Elves. From Royal Elves (see page 236 for more information), Lamia are given pointed ears, unearthly pale skin with a blue tinge to it, superior sight and hearing than vampires, though smell had been dimmed down.
Mixed after several thousand years of the two species breeding together, they came up with Dark Elves, or Lamia. The mixture gave the offspring the best of both worlds. Pointed ears, retractable fangs, glowing exotic eyes, natural beauty, pale skin, immortality, great senses and the strange sense of danger.
Lamia have been gifted with the ability of the Pull as it is known. The Pull is a aroma given off, should the Lamia feel the need for company or for their companions to know that they want them or their attention. Once a Lamia gains control of the Pull, they can summon someone to them by allowing their scent to only affect the one, or in few people they need, whether they are ten feet away or a hundred.
Lamia, upon birth, are given a Lamia worthy name that tells of their past and their future. While some cases the Lamia's parents are taken away from the Lamia child or killed, the Vampire Psychic or Elven Mystic (depending on whom was in the area at the time) would appoint themselves as their duty to put the name down, and sealing it in the Hall of Names to be told at their inheritance. Lamia can adopt children and are often adopted should something prove wrong with their parents or caretaker. To do so, however, they need to complete a Willing-Blood adopting, which is simply to slice the hand and have the adults share their blood with each other.
The Lamia above all things are rare and will certainly (if they chose to mate with a Wizard or Witch) bring said Wizard or Witch great status within their community. For Lamia blood is cherished and if freely given, it is said to bring happiness to the person it is used on.
While Vampires may not be able to cry, Lamia have been gifted with the ability to cry—by crying blood from their eyes—and as such, it is often embarrassing for them, so if you catch one crying, unless wholly trusted, you will be lucky to survive the night. To be allowed to see one cry, is considered a great honor and is certainly to be cherished.
Lamia are ruled by a Monarchy; the current leader is King Akasa-Rex, who's son and daughter-in-law were unfortunately killed by the Dark Lord Eustache, who managed to almost completely wipe out the Lamia Royal bloodline had it not been for the Vampires and Elves who rescued the King and his granddaughter, Zara Adamma Vidâme, who disappeared not long after and hasn't been seen since.
Lamia are delicate creatures who are worthy more than thrice their weight in gold. To be friends with one is a great honor, but to chosen to be their mate, it is simply every person's fantasy.
(BTW: This section about Lamia has been copyrighted by me, and anyone who uses it will be sued. I take my work seriously, unless I don't, from which I shall tell you if I don't. So nah.)
Rayné looked at her friends hesitantly as she waited for them to finish reading. Hermione was the first done, brooding over something in her mind. Neville came next and he spoke aloud, "There was a Dark Lord named Eustache? No wonder he was a Dark Lord. I would be too."
As they came out of the dust-covered book and looked over at them she asked softly, "Would you like to see what I look like without the glamour on?"
They all nodded, while Luna's nod had her usual dreamy look.
Rayné took a deep breath and mentally released the spell, watching as her friends expressions changed from wary and suspicious to down-right awe and wonder.
Her hair was still the same, although it had soft blue streaks running through it that tinted her hair, looking natural as her ears were pointed, the tips showing just barely on top of her hair. Her eyes now dazzled to a brighter Avada Kadavra green and they did seem to glow in an enchanting way. Her skin was tinted tan with a light blue look to it. She had seemed to become more beautiful and instantly, all three leaned forward before she turned to the same, beautiful Rayné she was before. She grinned nervously, "Sorry, when I get nervous, I lose control over my Pull."
Hermione blinked several times, "Amazing. Simply amazing."
Rayné looked at them, "Are you guys okay with it?"
"Of course, Ray, we wouldn't belittle you for that. But wait, doesn't that mean you're a pure-blood?"
She nodded, Hermione laughed, "Just think, Malfoy's going to be lower than you on the pure-blood level! You're just as rich with better blood!" She cackled madly, causing Neville and Rayné to raise eyebrows at her. She had the grace to cough, "Sorry. I just had to do that."
Rayné nodded, "So, um one more thing. My Lamia name is Zara Adamma."
Hermione jerked up to sit straight in her chair, "You mean to tell me that you are a princess?"
Rayné nodded, "Yes, Grandfather wanted me to tell my friends. He also said that if you would like to, for Christmas, all three of you can come and visit the palace. You can also come during Summer of course."
"We'll be meeting the King!" Hermione gasped, letting her hands to fly up to her mouth in astonishment. "What is the etiquette there?"
"It's actually similar to the medieval way, only more honor-bound and witchcraft and such added. When we bow, we bow like this, and we always do so upon meeting the King or Queen, we remain bowed until he gives us leave." She scooted her chair back and stepped away before crossing both of her arms against her chest and bowing low. "To Lords and Ladies, we curtsy or bow. To Knights we firmly clasp hands or curtsy."
"When for you Luna or Hermione, is greeted by a male, you curtsy and hold out your hand, allowing them to kiss your knuckles. If they do not release your hand, pull it away and drop it to your side. Never ignore someone, for that means you are Cutting them, and it is a great offense. When eating, sit up straight as is the same as walking. You always hold your head high, looking down makes you seem shy and timid, with your chin lifted you are confident and self-assured." She paused to collect her thoughts, "Oh yeah, never drink a cartamahea. It makes you, to the equivalent of a muggle, high as the sky. If used on Witches and Wizards, it makes them feel unstoppable and usually results in their untimely death. I guess that's it for now, I can ask Grandfather to send me some etiquette books for you. I actually have to grab something before I head to dinner. I'll see you guys in a bit."
"Alright, see you in a bit I guess." Neville said, leading Luna out of the room.
"You and I will talk in my room tonight." Hermione warned before following them.
Rayné smiled and headed out, before she headed her way to the Gryffindor tower.
Draco stormed into the Great Hall angrily, how dare Potter do that to his perfect nose? Does she know how many generations of breeding it took to get it to look like that? Too many, that's what!
[It is your fault. You shouldn't make Mate angry.] Aachen commented.
[Don't start with me Aachen. I am not in the mood.] Draco threw back at him before he sat down at the Slytherin table. He played with his food, not quite hungry.
[Not in the mood? Too bad! Mate is upset! YOU must COMFORT Mate!] Aachen basically screeched at Draco, causing the blonde to rub his forehead.
[I don't have to do anything! If she wants to be a bitch, she can go right ahead.] Draco mentally sneered, his pride hurt.
The dinner passed by slowly, much to the hatred of Draco, and everyone finally began to disappear to their common rooms. Draco followed luxuriously behind them, watching as everyone split apart into four groups, all going their own way. He sighed softly; school was going to be hard enough as it was. Tomorrow, he had Defense Against the Dark Arts and that wasn't going to be much fun, although he'd get to see Potter and that slightly lessened his bad mood.
Rayné walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, she was following several other students and personally, she couldn't wait to see Moony and Padfoot. She walked through the door and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of her.
Sirius was tied to a chair, gagged while Remus was sitting behind the desk. Rayné shook her head and sighed before she sat down in the front. Obviously Sirius was being punished for something he did, and Remus would probably leave him like that for about half of the day before taking pity on him.
Remus smiled gently at the class, "Welcome to NEWT level Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm Professor Lupin, in case you don't remember." Several weak laughs filled the air. "As you can see, my partner is Professor Black. I thought today we might just go over what we have to learn in class. As you can see, the desks are aligned in a circle. We'll go around the room and say one thing in magic we excel in and one we do not. Okay? Also, will you kindly state what your name is, thank you."
Several students went and passed and Rayné barely listened, her mind drifting into her happy place before she noticed it was her turn. She cleared her throat, "I'm Rayné, I excel in Defense magic, Transfiguration," she sweeped her eyes to look at Sirius, seeing him smile and chuckle, she had become an Anamagis and they had spent a lot of time running around in their forms. "And Charms and I suck miserably at Divination." A couple of people laughed, who had been in her class with her.
The class ended quickly afterwards and Rayné lagged behind so she could see Remy and Paddy. As soon as the last person was out of the classroom, she bodily threw herself at Remus, allowing him to hug her tightly and pat her back gently. "How are you cub?"
"I'm good, what did Sirius do this time?" She glanced over at the man, who put a pained I-can't-believe-you-think-I-did-something-to-deserve-this look.
"He tried to umm…" Remus turned a bright red and shifted embarrassedly, while Sirius had a glint in his eyes that made Rayné's eyes widened dramatically.
"Never mind, I do not want to know."
Remus nodded, "So, have you found any promising Dominants yet, cub?"
Rayné thought about it, "Two, however I think one of them would be a better Dominant for 'Mione."
"Name." Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Blaize Zambini, seventh year, Slytherin, quiet-shy yet intelligent and intriguing, perfect suitor for her. He likes solitude and reading, he finds house rivalries immature and helps tutors third years and below in classes." Pausing, she collected her findings before continuing, "He is also wealthy and high on the pureblood level, although he doesn't care for blood status. He's magically powerful, although not like Malfoy, he has a good dosage and keen sense of Magic that enables him to use the correct spells when needed. He'd be perfect for 'Mione." She nodded, and looked up at them.
Remus smiled, "I'm glad, now, who's the other?"
Rayné looked down and blushed lightly, "No one."
Sirius raised an eyebrow and looked over at Remus, who nodded. He bent down, before pulling her chin up to look at him, she still looked childish in an innocent way that made every fiber of his being to want to protect her from anything and everything. "Who is it cub?"
"Draco Malfoy. But he'd never want someone like me. I'm just Potter, remember? Besides, if he found out I'm the heir to the throne he'd only want me for the status I'd give him."
Remus sighed and hugged the self-conscious girl, he mentally reminded himself to visit the Dursley's and make them pay for the emotional abuse they gave to his little cub. "I bet you can melt his cold heart and turn him into your knight in shining armor." What he was not prepared for was the sudden stiffening of her body as she pulled away and crossed her arms.
She sniffed disdainfully, "I will not settle for a knight in shining armor. I want my prince charming on a white stallion." She huffed and looked away, looking every bit of a pureblood girl which made Remus – and Sirius, only his was more muffled – laugh hard. Rayné smiled and hugged Remus again before hugging Sirius, "I'll see you guys later, I'm off to lunch."
Draco walked down the hall, quietly for once; he was thinking of how to get his mate – for yes, he finally did come to the conclusion that Potter was indeed his mate – to fall in love with him. He sighed heavily internally – for he was a Malfoy and they never expressed something as common as a sigh in public – and glanced up as he heard footsteps coming towards him.
He leaned against the wall, looking as though he belonged and waited for the person to come towards him. Which, evidently, they did and turned to be the object of his attention. He smirked, "Hello Rayné." Startling her and causing her to jump.
She blinked and looked at him, "Hello Pr—Draco." She turned a bright pink that was charming on her.
"I would like to talk to you, Rayné." She blanched at her name but nodded anyways.
"Okay, speak."
"How about in an empty classroom, where we won't be overheard." He suggested.
Rayné nodded and motioned for him to follow, which he did, and lead him into an abandoned classroom. She sat down on one of the unused desks and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"I wish for formally apologize for the way I acted. It was ungentlemanly and I would you not see me as such a uncivilized man."
She blinked again, "Uh, okay."
"Acquaintances?" he asked softly, holding out a hand.
She shook her head before shaking his, "How about friends with benefits? You help when I need it, and I'll help you. You keep the hoard of males away, I keep the Parkinson away. Sound fair?" she raised an eyebrow.
Draco smirked, "You truly are my hero." And shook her hand.
A/N: So yeah, sorry it took so long. I'm working on the next chapter right now. I've got if half done already, my internet has been out so I haven't been able to post it. Ugh. I copyrighted the lamia info, so ask before you use otherwise I will sue your ass so hard your grandchildren will feel your debt. Trust me; I've been to court enough times to tell the truth.
R&R m'mkay? Thanks!
