Disclaimer: I am but a humble college student who wishes she were as rich as the owner of the characters of her story.
This story contains slash- you know: boy loves boy.
Ok, so hello readers. I have finally gotten back my inspiration to write. If you will have me, I shall continue this story. The chapters will be short, but the update will be quick. Thank you.
Hermione's head was bent in deep thought, and she paid no attention to where she was walking. Harry and Ron walked behind her in silent contemplation. As they turned the corner, her body connected with what felt like a solid wall of flesh. She stumbled back, and was caught by long arms covered in black cloth.
"Ms. Granger, I do believe walking with one's head down is a dangerous display of insecurity." Hermione lifted her head to stare into violet eyes surrounded dark skin. Blaise Zabini stared back at her and immediately smirked. Sneering, Hermione pulled herself from his arms and adjusted her uniform. While she was doing this, she snuck a full look at Zabini.
He too had changed. His hair was twisted into a myriad of dreadlocks- Hermione remembered the style from her trip to the islands that former year- and there was a scruffy goatee on his angular face. Blaise wore muggle clothing: a thermal black shirt with a white snake on it and tan cargo shorts. And were those sandals on his feet?! Braided and beaded jewelry looped around his neck, wrists, and ankles, and a shark's tooth dangled from his ear.
Uniform straightened, Hermione pushed her now straight and rather short hair behind her ear and replied, "If a time ever does come, Zabini, when I feel the need to be anything less than secure in your presence, I shall inform Ron and Harry so they may run a full scan on me to check for any-" she sneered, "-obvious and predictable spells. For that will be the only way that should ever happen. Now, please excuse me." She then pushed around Blaise and strolled down the hall, hips swaying with her every movement.
Ron and Harry laughed at the amused and perplexed look on Zabini's face, and followed after Hermione. Turning, Blaise watched them go. He shrugged, then trekked down to the dungeons.
Draco stared at his reflection in the lake. He appeared to be floating on an invisible barrier in the middle of the lake. The tips of his platinum blonde hair dangled in the water, and he stretched his long, slim frame on the barrier. A rustling in the patch of trees to the side of him caught his attention, and he flipped onto his back. Sitting up to look, he found himself staring straight at the intruder of his solitude.
Harry Potter's cloaked form leant against a large oak tree. The branches of the tree cast shadows over his face, leaving him only distinguishable by his luminous green eyes. "Malfoy." He walked forward and nodded his head in greeting.
Malfoy tilted his head to the side and examined Harry. His unruly hair had grown out, and was held back by a leather cord. The hideous black frames he insisted on wearing were gone, and his face looked over and sharper because of it. Harry wore a black t-shirt with baggy, low-slung black jeans and combat boots. Draco decided he looked delicious. He nodded back and tilted his head to look up and the full moon.
"Malfoy." Harry called, interrupting his reverie.
"Bloody hell, Potter! What is it?!" Draco's hair fell into his eyes much to his irritation and he pushed it behind his ear.
Harry shook his head, and asked, "How the hell are you laying on water?"
Draco's widened. So it was true. The old headmaster had not taught Potter, a notoriously powerful wizard, one of the most important and dangerous fundamentals of magic. He squared his shoulders then, resolved.
"Potter, I am not laying on the water. I used my magic to form a barrier between me and the water."
Harry's eyes widened, then narrowed. "How?"
Draco sighed, then waved his hand. The entire lake seemed to be covered with glass in an instant. He walked to the spot where Harry stood. Mouth open in shock.
"Sit." Draco commanded. Harry plopped down on the grass, and Draco followed him gracefully. "Hold out your hands." Draco grabbed Harry's hands and furrowed his brow in concentration, "Can you feel that warmth?" Harry nodded. "That's my magic. That is it raw and unchanneled. A wand focuses magic; it shapes it and molds it according to the incantation spoken by its wielder. It is limited and binding. Once your power reaches a certain level, the wand holds it there, controls it, controls you."
Draco dropped Harry's hands and stood up. "When you are ready to go past that level, Potter, come to me." He turned to walk away. "Malfoy! Wait! Then where is your wand?" Draco turned to face Harry, and his mask wavered for a second. "In pieces resting in my mother's grave." Harry blinked in shock and Malfoy was gone.