A/N: I'm BAAAAAACK lol (please note that that phrase is to be sung in a creepy I love Lucy parody and in no way is supposed to sound reminiscent of Arnold Schwarzenegger)

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters, settings, and events from the Twilight and Harry Potter books and/or movies. Those rights belong to Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling.

Warning: slash lemon in this chapter. If this is not something you care to read then either stop now or do not read that part lol

A/N(2): On a lighter note thanks to this chapter (which snuck it's way in here because it was NOT in my original outline) I now have a whole new appreciation for slash writers who successfully handle the whole he/he confusion! I'm not really sure if I succeeded but I sincerely hope so! (especially since this is the first lemon I've ever written and as a female I have no way of speaking from experience lol)

Chapter Six

Draco tried really, really hard not to smirk as he made his way out of the train car and failed. The look on Potter's face had been priceless! What his sister saw in golden boy, he would never know. He certainly knew that she wasn't the type to hero worship. Malfoys never hero worship. Although apparently the last two generations found it lordly enough to grovel. After seeing first-hand what transpired in the Dark Lord's little club, whatever respect Draco still had left for his father and his fellow Death Eaters had withered and died like devil's snare in sunlight.

"Someone's pleased with himself," Blaise said from outside the train as Draco descended the last few steps. Draco stiffened and tried not to stare. He had been avoiding Blaise since the end of term and for good reason. Unfortunately Draco's eyes decided to listen even worse that the muscles of his face and he eyed his best friend as circumspectly as possible. What he saw made him swallow. Flawless pale skin slightly flushed with excitement pulled Blaise's lips into a smile with almost black hair and eyes contrasting his complexion. He had grown over the summer, now standing an inch or so taller than Draco and his features had sharpened as his face left behind the softness of adolescence. He was perfect. Striking. And Draco shouldn't be having these thoughts.

"Yeah," the blond returned, the smirk falling from his face as he plowed determinedly through a gaggle of first years to claim an empty carriage. Unfortunately, Blaise followed. At least he didn't say anything.

At least at the welcoming feast Draco had the extreme pleasure of watching Potter caper in completely devoid of his usual haughty saunter and sit down at the Gryffindor table only to be fawned over by that obnoxious mudblood and her weasel. It really was beyond entertaining to see his face match Weasley's hair in embarrassment. It really was unfortunate when the mudblood managed to heal him and the first years came in to be sorted, but alas all good things must come to an end.

Draco spent the rest of the feast thoroughly ignoring Blaise and responding with curt, monosyllabic answers when completely necessary to avoid suspicion. The whole meal Potter stared at him in thick-witted confusion tinged with the usual hatred and that almost made the awkward arrangement bearable, but not quite. Once the pudding was served and Dumbledore made another of his nonsensical and obnoxious announcements, Draco gladly seized the excuse of escorting first years to get as far away from his agitated best friend as possible.

"Slytherin first years!" Pansy called from the end of the table, trusting Draco to bring up the rear and watch for stragglers.

"Yes well, my father says Dumbledore's a fool," one of the new Slytherins, a boy who Draco vaguely recognized from a few ministry functions, said haughtily to the petite blond beside him who was obviously more interested in studying her pink nails than whatever her would-be companion wanted to say. Draco sneered. He had never been so repugnant. Honestly, the first years got increasingly worse with every year that passed.

"Silence," Pansy commanded from the head of the line in a voice that Draco's mother would have been proud of and the line fell silent immediately. Good, they should be intimidated, Draco mused inwardly, trading his sneer for a smirk.

It was a long ways down to the dungeon, but Draco didn't exactly mind. His mind certainly hadn't suffered a lack of plots in need of planning and consideration sense his branding; he did his best not to shudder at the thought and was glad when for once that evening he seemed to succeed. He would have to talk to Dumbledore no matter how distasteful that seemed if he wanted information on his sister and he would need to offer enough information to win the old fool's trust.

"Superbia de Terra," Pansy stated without explanation. Anyone who couldn't figure out that that was the password didn't deserve to enter as far as she was concerned and Draco found himself agreeing with her. Slytherins don't baby their first years. They were old enough to learn how to survive on their own or they wouldn't be at school.

Draco had barely stepped foot into the common room when Blaise's burning gaze stopped him in his tracks.

"We need to talk," the brunette demanded and Draco nodded his assent. Silently, the duo made for the room they had shared since they were first years and Draco loosened his tie. If this was to be the confrontation he had been expecting since before their OWLs then he wanted to at least be comfortable.

"Have I done something wrong?" Blaise asked, the thickness in his voice and misery in his gaze catching Draco completely off guard. Yelling, he had expected. Frustration and rage and betrayal he had been prepared for, but not this. Not in any of the hundred ways this argument had played out in Draco's head was his best friend close to tears.

"What? No! Of course not! That's not it at all," the blond returned, reeling. He didn't want to talk about this. He couldn't. But faced with Blaise's true reaction to Draco's separation he found himself unable to spout one of the many lies he had spent the summer planning.

His chest ached as his own eyes clouded and Draco hated what he had to say next but it was unavoidable. The Zabinis were a proud family and had remained in neutral contempt of those who bowed at Voldemort's feet during the first war and even if Blaise could have returned his feelings Draco knew the time for that had gone completely with his branding. After today Blaise wasn't even going to be able to look at him without a contemptuous sneer and that more than anything was going to break him.

"Then what is it? Do you not want to be my friend anymore or something? Am I no longer good enough for you? Well?" Blaise paused to wipe away the few tears that had completely escaped his control, "what is it?"

"No! That's not it either! That's never it! Merlin Blaise I could never hate you, but you're right. I don't want to be your friend anymore-"

Blaise's enraged shriek made him glad for the silencing wards as Draco dodged the brunette's shoe.

"No! Not like that! I mean… I just… I want to be more than you're friend all right?" Draco finished, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he pretended to study the floor to avoid having to watch the surprised disgust he knew would be coloring his friend's face. Instead, his study was interrupted by the presence of two pale feet entering his line of sight even as cool fingers forcefully lifted his chin.

"You mean it?" Blaise asked with an emotion Draco could only name as hope in his eyes. The expression made his heart stop as he forced his face to look away at the wall over his friend's shoulder. It would have been so much easier if Blaise could have felt that disgust after all because now Draco was faced with the fact that it could have been different. If he could have avoided taking the mark, he might have had a chance. The bitterness chocked his throat but he managed to force out the rest.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. You won't even want to look at me once you've seen what I've become," the blond despaired, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he rolled up his robe sleeve where it had formerly covered his left arm. "I didn't want to," Draco chocked, "I could care less about his threats towards father after what he's done, but I need to help Bella. I'm all she's got left and as a result I'm forced to bow at the feet of a wizard who's barely even still a man. I- I killed for him, Blaise. I killed a little girl," and now the tears really were falling as he closed his eyes tightly in shame and self-loathing over his admission, waiting for the punch or shove and disgusted rage that were sure to follow. Instead, Blaise held his chin more firmly and spoke:

"Draco? Draco, look at me," he commanded in a voice that was a surprising and strange cross of compassion and firm determination.

Reluctantly but unable to fight back the hope that flooded his chest, Draco complied. Barely a foot in front of him, Blaise was staring with his eyes filled with even more compassion than his voice and a tenderness that Draco couldn't understand as he grasped Draco's raised and uncovered left arm and placed a gentle kiss on the raw brand. Draco hissed slightly I pain but couldn't look away as Blaise stepped closer.

"You silly, silly boy. Don't you know how I love you?" Blaise stated, his eyes mirroring his words. "What you did took courage of a sort no Gryffindor could understand. I know you would never kill anyone for sport or bow to a madman willingly. Don't you realize by now that I know you better than anyone?" and Draco didn't get the chance to respond as Blaise pressed his lips firmly against his own and pulled him close.

Draco's heart started again, thundering in his chest like a heard of wild hippogriffs as his mind desperately tried to process the abrupt turn of events through the cloud of hazy emotion inspired by the warm lips that were warring with his own. Suddenly, the pair found themselves quite grateful to the many donations Slytherin families had given the school that resulted in paired dorming rather than the communal living in the other three houses.

"I love you," Draco began between kisses. "I love… you so… so much."

"Shut up," Blaise demanded hungrily and pressed him back against the wall, but he was smiling like a fool into the kiss. He had wanted to hear that, perhaps needed to, but now he would rather the blond just shut up and put his mouth to better use.

The slight fog in Draco's thoughts thickened as Blaise's lips left his mouth and trailed burning kisses along his jaw before nipping gently at Draco's neck in a way that had the blond arching hungrily into him, needing to feel more. Draco's hands blazed a desperate trail up Blaise's back beneath his robes as he eagerly explored the taught muscles that had so recently been taboo to take in. He had wanted this for so long, needed this for so long, and the desperation lent a swiftness to his fingers that had the other boy's robe buttons completely undone and sliding off his shoulders in less time than he had thought possible.

Deciding he's had enough of being pressed against the wall when there were two perfectly good beds in the same room, Draco pushed Blaise firmly to the nearest one, keeping their lips locked as the brunette laid back on the mattress. Soft sheets replaced Draco's hands on Blaise's back while Draco gently explored the planes of his partner's chest and Blaise returned the favor by divesting him of his robes, a task which proved to be almost impossible as Draco's lips and tongue dipped beneath his collar bone and grazed over a nipple.

"Fuck that," Blaise stated, summoning his wand and removing the rest of Draco's robes with a spell. "now where were we?" and neither of them bothered to answer through their twined lips.

Fire. The world was fire as far as Draco was concerned and it was such a welcome contrast to the ice he lived in, a world of cold expressions and stone walls and voices void of all emotion. There was warmth in the way Blaise pawed hungrily at his chest and rocked his hips upward to meet Draco's reckless thrusts. Neither of them had any idea what exactly they were doing but at that point both were beyond caring. There was heat in the desperate, breathy moans that Blaise emitted with each new sensitive space discovered by Draco's roving fingers and tongue and oh how appropriate his name seemed in that moment. Blaise. Heat. Warmth. Raw, unbridled and wild emotion that showed in his eyes and voice and the gentleness of his demanding gestures. It was consuming, overwhelming, and all Draco could think was that he wanted more. He wanted everything.

Mere moments had passed since their migration from the wall to the bed but the barrier of trousers was still too much and those were the next item of clothing to fall victim to Blaise's vanishing spells as Draco's hands traveled lower and he stroked Blaise through his remaining pants earning a rough grunt of appreciation that was cut off when Draco ground his hips into his hands and Blaise's cock and the mattress beneath them.

"Oh fuck!" the brunette shouted and Draco silently agreed before capturing his partner's vulgar mouth in a searing kiss that was completely without restraint or any real skill because neither could think beyond the heat and the friction and Draco's hips as he pounded them again and again in search of friction and release until Blaise flipped them over and kissed a heated trail down his jaw, nipping and sucking the skin as he went, pausing to pay special attention to Draco's collar bone before trailing lower, teasing each nipple and tracing the waistband of his pants before slipping them away and taking him into his mouth

Draco whimpered something completely intelligible in a breathy tone that he would no doubt refuse to claim later as black spots momentarily filled his vision and the automatic thrust he had aimed at Blaise's throat was stilled by the brunette's hands pinning his hips to the mattress and hollowing his cheeks in a way that made Draco's balls clench, semen exploding from his head after an embarrassingly short period of a few seconds only to moan embarrassingly again just moments later when Blaise's lips traveled lower and spread a smooth mixture of what had to cum and spit across his arsehole with a heated tongue that was making him hard again and his muscles felt like butter but the last thing in the world he wanted was for this torture to stop.

"Ungh, Merlin Blaise!" he groaned desperately, pulling the other boy up by the hair and colliding their mouths. He could still taste the salty remnants of his own cum and he was nervous beyond anything he would ever willingly admit but he was going to go insane if Blaise kept toying with him. "Just fuck me already!" and Blaise complied and he screamed because it hurt like hell but it was nothing compared to crucio or the branding of his arm and he just needed to be closer so he nodded his head and Blaise began to move and pain collided with pleasure and once more he was painfully hard in spite of just being sucked off. But that was okay because at another whimper from Draco, Blaise wrapped one had around Draco's cock and balanced with the other as he thrusted, hand working to the same rhythm as his hips, every so often thrusting deep enough to slam against the blond's prostate and send a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through his body.

"Fuck!" Blaise exclaimed as his thrusts came faster and faster, head lolling off to one side and eyes closed in pleasure. Draco groaned in response, lifting his hips desperately in search of more friction, all pain forgotten as he was overcome by the sensation of Blaise's pounding and stroking and the brunette's beautifully tortured expression in the moments before he shouted one last "Draco!" and the world exploded in time with their release before Draco captured his lips and he Blaise slid slowly out to lay beside him, both too exhausted to think of spelling the sheets clean before they fell asleep.

xXx

The next morning Draco was almost convinced he was still dreaming when a pair of warm lips skipped feather light over his jaw and over his cheeks before landing on his own waiting mouth and kissing him softly.

"Amore buongiorno, come hai dormito?" (Good morning love, how did you sleep?) he murmured in lazy italia as he opened his eyes to smile at his lover. That certainly beat waking spells.

"Meravigliosamente con te al mio fianco" (wonderfully with you by my side) Blaise returned, his voice as soft as his kisses. A towel was wrapped around his waist and his hair was still wet from his shower. It took all of Draco's self-control to break away and take his own. They would miss breakfast completely if he started anything now. And so it was that perhaps thirty minutes later both he and Blaise left their dorm with carefully controlled expressions… or so they thought.

"Well finally!" Millicent exclaimed from the common room while Pansy pouted and Vince collected from Greg. "took the two of you long enough!"

"Pardon?" Blaise said from Draco's shoulder, allowing some of the confusion he was feeling to show in his features.

"Oh don't play coy Blaise, the two of you have been pining after each other for years," Millie replied, raising an eyebrow before turning abruptly for the common room door. Draco was dumbfounded. How was it that he was always the last to know about things like this? From what he could tell at the end of last year Blaise had a thing for that Greengrass girl he was tutoring! But then, knowing what he did now he realized that was probably just his possessiveness that had led him to see something there that was more than just a casual friendship. Instead of letting his insecurity, Draco placed a smirk on his face and wrapped an arm casually around Blaise's waist.

"I'd rather not be late for breakfast," the blond chose to state casually and the rest of their walk to the great hall was markedly uneventful. When they reached the double doors Draco made to drop his arm but stopped when Blaise pulled him more firmly into his side and sent him a look that seemed to say 'let them stare, I've nothing to hide' and Draco felt his chest warm at the thought. Slytherins weren't typically a lot known for openness of emotion but he could allow himself this at least. He would just think of it for what it was: a proclamation and a mark of ownership. Blaise belonged to him now, and Draco belonged to Blaise but most importantly: they belonged with each other.

More than a few gazes followed them as they took their usual seats at Slytherin table, perhaps sitting a little closer together than usual, mayhaps sending a few more heated glances sideways as they ate. Overall their little display was taken with silent, somewhat surprised acceptance but it was no more eventful than that. Only Harry continued to stare after those first few minutes of silence, his gaze curious and more than a little suspicious before Weaslette pulled his attention back to their little group of friends. Draco shrugged, he could care less what potter thought of his little speech the other day. No doubt he would take it to mean Draco had taken the mark though he was undoubtedly too stupid to catch the hint but that was okay too. Draco's business was with Dumbledore.

Time passed uneventfully and soon enough Professor Snape was passing out timetables while the plates cleared and Draco took a second to glance over his own before standing with the rest of his year-mates and exiting the hall. Blaise was once more at his side and it took little effort to reach out and stop him in the corridor, the others continuing on towards class without noticing the loss.

"I need to do something first," he stated, giving Blaise's hand a squeeze but staying put.

"Are you sure about this?" Blaise implored, looking more concerned than Draco considered strictly necessary.

"Yes, I'm sure. This is something that I need to do," Draco assured, making to pull his hand away but unable to do so when Blaise used it to pull him close and kiss him fiercely.

"I'm proud of you," Blaise stated simply but intensely, his eyes echoing his statement before he turned and hurried down the hall so as not to be late for Transfiguration. With his lips still heated by the lingering shock of Blaise's kiss, Draco turned the opposite direction and made for the headmaster's office.

"jolly pop," Draco murmured upon reaching the gryphon, thankful for the list of passwords given to prefects that allowed them to get in touch with the headmaster at any time.

"Come in," the headmaster stated jovially from his office when Draco nocked. "Lemon drop?"

"No, thank you Headmaster," Draco declined politely, taking a seat in the chair before the headmaster's desk.

"May I ask the reason for this rather unexpected visit?" the too-happy old man asked once he was settled, eyes twinkling in a way that Draco found rather disconcerting and made him want to itch the skin of his arms.

"I thought you should know that your potions master is a spy," the blond stated confidently, already having reconciled himself with what he would have to do to gain the old fool's trust and protect his sister. "We have certain… friends… in common. Friends who would like to see you fall."

"Oh?" the headmaster stated, the twinkle fleeing his eyes most satisfactorily.

"Yes. Don't take this the wrong way headmaster, I'm not out to save all your precious little mubloods but I do care about my sister. There are things I know that could benefit her protection and if my providing of certain information can in any way help to make sure you keep her safe in return then I am prepared to give it. My loyalty is with her."

"Yes well, I assure you I am doing everything in my power to keep her safe. It is one of my topmost priorities," the old man insured gravely. Perhaps he wasn't such a fool after all. Draco nodded.

"I expect her to be the topmost priority besides defeating the Dark Lord if I am going to be providing you with further information," Draco continued, his voice laced with steel. This was something for which he was not willing to compromise.

"Of course," Dumbledore replied solemnly, bowing his head slightly in agreement. Draco took that as his cue to leave. Just before he closed the door, Draco took one last look over his shoulder and murmured in tones that he was sure the headmaster would just barely be able to hear:

"He wants me to kill you," and then he left.

A/N: oooooo, scary Draco! Lol… not really. Anywho our favorite blond bombshell has arrived! (well mine at least ^_^) and he's ready to kick moldy wart's scaly arse (I would say "fanny" as in how we Americans term "fanny" but I decided I would rather not offend anyone (especially after spending so long with my overly sensitive Australian tour guide, I mean really? I asked him who he rooted for (as in the rugby match) and he got sooooooo offended! Lol note taken… Australians do not "root" they "barrack" (which is also really weird) and now I'm off on a tangent….. Point being I didn't want to offend anybody by saying "fanny," okay? And now on to the more important things!) THANK YOU CADENCE (by the way, I haven't heard from you in a while, wassup girl? Hit me up with an email sometime lol, don't be such a stranger :D) And also ANOTHER BIG THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWERS! And… I think that's it?

Studious (and annoying!) inner me: Aren't you forgetting something?

Me: huh? What? Oh! It's you studious inner voice! Long time no see girl, wassup?

SIM (studious inner me): -bangs head against wall- Just ask them to review already!

Me: Oh yeah! Thanks SIM, and hey! Where were you for finals! OCD Me and ADHD Me were being SOOOO distracting! I'm lucky I passed!

SIM: -whistles innocently- I was distracted…..

Me: -groans-

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