DISCLAIMER!! Halo Spencer belongs to me, so does the story and plot. Everyone else belongs to J.K Rowling, though the descriptions of a few of them are my own. This is an A/U from my other Halo/Snape stories, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. –Gadget

CHAPTER 9 Sixth Year Continued

"He took Narcissa- my Narcissa- on a date?" Lucius was livid, staring down at Rodolphus as he cowered in the armchair.

"Yeah, I saw them in Hogsmeade this weekend." The other Death Eater told him. "They looked pretty cuddly, if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you," The blonde growled. "I though my cousin was with Spencer."

Rodolphus shrugged. "They still are, last I heard things were going well between them. I think the... date with Narcissa was a debt being paid."

Lucius shot him a glare and Rodolphus twisted his wedding band nervously. "What kind of debt?"

"A favor she did for him while he was sick." Rodolphus licked his dry lips; Lucius scared him when he was so focused. "The Sidhe powers are waking up and with him being half-human, well, one can only wonder what the power's release will do to him. Your cousin says he's been getting sick more often."

Lucius nodded. "Good, then this whole thing will finally be over with."

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"Have you managed to get what I asked for Rosier?"

"No my Lord," Rosier said.

"Hmmm, how much longer?" The Dark Lord asked.

"Not much longer, a month at the most. Spencer is, unfortunately, a very patient man."

Rosier thought of the countless times since Halo had asked him to stay the night, refusing to let him leave and then falling asleep. He remembered moments when they would lie together on his bed, Halo kissing along his neck and shoulder, the smell of his cologne intoxicating and overpowering. The single moment when Rosier had managed to pin him to the mattress and touched him to his heart's content but not- never- to the completion. Halo would always stop him from going any further than the removal of his shirt and sometimes his belt. The mere thought of having Halo beneath him, delirious with pleasure and longing, completely at his mercy was such an arousing one that Rosier bit down on his lip behind the Death Eater mask to stop the moan in its tracks.

"See that it takes no longer than that, I want Sidhe blood by the next full moon."

Rosier bowed so low that the edge of his hooded robe grazed the floor. "You'll have it my Lord." He promised.

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Momotaro sat on his chest, purring contentedly as Halo scratched under the cat's jaw. His headache was finally gone and now there was silence in his mind again; there wasn't any more of that damn buzzing. Severus sat beside him on the bed, his back against the headboard as he read over their potions homework.

They hadn't had a lot of time to talk outside of class, not with studying for their upcoming exams and his prefect duties. But Halo knew that he and Severus really needed to have a conversation about knocking on his door before he came into the room. God, Severus had gotten an eyeful the other night when he hadn't knocked. Shit, Halo didn't even want to think about what his best friend had seen him doing to Rosier.

Severus had run from the room, slamming the door in his wake while Rosier had just ignored him. But Halo had seen the hurt look on Severus' face; he was ecstatic that the other man had even come back to help with his homework as usual.

"You know something Severus," He began. "I think you would have made a better prefect than me."

The other man didn't even look up from his notes. "If you would simply go to Madame Pomfrey and tell her about the headaches..."

"I'm afraid they'll take me away, alright? I'm not completely human, I'm about to come into my Sidhe powers and that makes me dangerous to the school."

This time Severus actually put his notebook down and to the side. "You're not dangerous." He said matter-of-fact.

Halo glared at him from under his bangs. "You don't know that," He said.

His friend arched one brow. "We've been friends since first year, Halo, I know you're not dangerous."

Halo's eyes were wide. "But they don't know that Severus and it scares. The powers too, I don't even know-"

"It's alright to be scared but everything will be okay." He looked over at Halo's clock. "Don't you have to patrol the halls tonight?"

"Oh...yeah."

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"...Fucking hate this," Halo muttered as he walked the corridors, his wand held before him, its tip alight. "...Suck at being a prefect..."

He had been talking to himself for the better part of an hour, bitching and moaning about how Severus or Even Rosier should have been the male prefect. He couldn't take it any more, the headaches, the enforcing the rules when he was itching to bend and break them; Narcissa's flirting.

He twirled his wand in his fingers, that headache was coming back. He twirled the wand faster; thinking. If Narcissa put her hand on him again, fuck what Lucius would do to him, he was going to put the Black sister in her place. God, the other day she had gone so far as to slip her foot up his inner thigh under the table in the Great Hall; he'd nearly choked it had shaken him so much. Her friends were always coming up to him, talking to him on her behalf, passing along inappropriate messages and notes. At first he'd read them, but now he didn't even look at the girls that came up to him, he just continued walking. One more time and he would-

A hand shot out of the darkness, grabbing Halo by his throat and pulling him into a shadowed alcove and pushing him up against the wall. He struggled madly, realizing that the hand holding him was much bigger than his own and that it easily incased his throat, holding him off the ground by a few inches. He felt a body press up against his, lips touching his in the darkness and then Rosier's voice next to his ear.

"Tag, you're it," The larger man whispered, nuzzling the part of Halo's neck that his hand didn't cover. He put more pressure on Halo's throat, leaning into him.

Halo grabbed his arm and tried to twist free but stopped when Rosier's leg slipped between his and made it difficult to move. "I'm not into auto-erotic-asphyxia Rosier," He said. "Let me breathe before I feel compelled to hurt you."

Rosier chuckled right near his ear and it sent a delicious chill up his spine. "You might like it if you let me play around with you more."

But Rosier released him, actually stepping back at first and then reversing their positions so that he was the one with his back against the wall. He grinned and took Halo's hands in his own, placing them on his neck and pressing the fingers into his flesh.

"Give it a try, it's fun." He squeezed Halo's hand, effectively cutting off his air for a few seconds before the black haired man pulled away.

"I don't like it," He said. "Not even when I do it to you."

Rosier shrugged, unconcerned and pulled his boyfriend down for a kiss. Their bodies were touching in a line from head to foot, able to feel every contour of each other. One of Halo's hands slipped from his hair, appearing again between Rosier's legs with a new purpose. He breathed in the heady scent of Halo's cologne and tried to breathe normally as the Sidhe-halfling began trailing kisses down his front, nuzzling his stomach and the void between his hips.

Suddenly, after he was all hot and sweating from desire, Halo stood, pressing their bodies firmly together. "I want to take you back to my room," He murmured and pulled Rosier away from the wall, leading the taller man by the sleeve.

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Narcissa Black could barely believe what she had just witnessed. As a prefect she had to patrol the halls at night and whenever she didn't have a class. She preferred to sneak up on the students she caught out of bed, so unlike her counterpart she didn't cast Lumos to light her way.

So Rosier didn't see her following him as he snuck up on Halo and pulled her favorite Slytherin male into a dark corner. Narcissa watched, her back pressed to the wall as she knelt low to the ground to avoid being seen.

"Tag you're it," She heard Rosier say and she could see that the hazel-eyed bookworm was holding Halo to the wall by his throat.

Halo twisted his arm until was free. "I'm not into auto-erotic-asphyxia Rosier. Let me breathe before I feel compelled to hurt you."

He chuckled. "You'd like it if you let me play around with you more,"

Suddenly, Rosier was the one pinned to the wall, but he had maneuvered them to the position. He grabbed Halo's hands and put them around his own neck. "Give it a try," He urged Halo. "It's fun,"

Narcissa saw Rosier putting pressure on Halo's hands and making him squeeze his neck. The other prefect pulled his hands away.

"I don't like it," She heard Halo mutter. "Not even when I do it to you,"

Rosier abruptly pulled Halo closer and kissed him thoroughly much to Narcissa's surprise. To her even greater surprise, Halo didn't seem to care, if anything he pushed closer and kissed deeper.

"Oh my god," She whispered to herself. "He's with Rosier, all this time I thought..."

To Narcissa's shock, Halo was actually feeling-up Rosier, touching him in intimate places. The kind of place Narcissa wanted him to touch her in. She heard Rosier's breathing kick up and the sound of him moaning. She looked up at them and saw Halo kneeling before the redhead, pressing his face into his stomach and near his groin. Narcissa quickly covered her mouth with her hand, hiding a gasp. She had never seen two men kiss before and with men like Halo and Rosier, well, it was mind-blowing. They were both so handsome and to see them kiss like they were trying to devour each other was very near to beautiful.

Halo was suddenly on his feet, whispering into Rosier's ear but she couldn't make out the words. And then both men were walking down the hall, past her hiding place without even seeing her.

Narcissa set off to her room to write to Lucius. He would want to know what she had just discovered.

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Halo's and Rosier's clothes littered the floor of the prefect's room. The morning sun streamed in through a window high up on the wall, the light through nearly everything into shadow from the clothes on the floor to the two nude bodies in the large bed. Rosier smiled slowly, his goal completed; he looked to Halo with that sly smile still on his kiss-bruised lips.

His lover slept, exhausted beside him, his blood in the small vial given to him by the Dark Lord. He would be pleased with Rosier, for various reasons, the foremost being that Halo had no idea of the sacrifice he had made. Of course, he knew the power of virgin blood but Rosier was certain that he didn't know just how power Sidhe virgin blood was. And in the Dark Lord's hands, the blood would be very powerful, perhaps even deadly. Rosier didn't even care if Halo forgave him or not, he would have his Lord's praise in a matter of hours. After he showered he planned to sneak out of the castle again and meet with his cousin. Halo would be asleep the entire time, unaware of the consequences their love-making would have in a few days time.

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Normally, Severus would wait just outside the sixth year dormitory for Halo, but he had been waiting for ten minutes and there was still no sign of him. He really didn't want to bug the prefect even though there was something about his absence nagged at Severus. He was probably with Rosier, but Severus doubted that, the redhead had left hours ago like he always did.

The door to Halo's room was slightly ajar which was unusual because Halo liked his privacy. Nevertheless, Severus pushed the door open and looked in. All the lights were off and several articles of clothing plagued the floor along with his textbooks and notebook. He didn't see Momotaro anywhere.

There was a shape in the bed, pale against the dark sheets.

"Halo" He called softly. "You'll be late, get up."

The shape didn't stir and Severus stepped fully into the room, crossing to the bed. "Prefects can't be late, especially Slytherin prefects Halo. What would Lucius say if he caught you still in bed?"

He reached out to touch Halo and knew instantly that something was very wrong. He could feel heat coming off his friend's skin and he remembered the year before, when Halo had woken them, feeling horribly ill, and this seemed very familiar to that morning.

"Halo? Are you alright?" He asked, touching the prefect's arm. He jerked away, Halo's flesh was so heated that it felt like a fire was burning just beneath the surface. His skin was literally soaking with sweat and his eyes were racing back and forth behind his eyelids.

The man didn't respond and Severus pulled back the sheet in hopes of cooling him down. He gasped, shocked at the sight that greeted him. Halo was completely nude, he had several bruises and there was blood on his thighs and the sheet beneath him.

"Halo!" Severus gathered his dearest friend in his arms, cradling his head and trying to wake him. He looked around the room, frantic for answers, for an explanation to Halo's current condition. "I need a House Elf!"

And then there was one, small and strange looking standing just in front of him. "How can Zwinko help you"?

Severus licked him lips, trying not to jostle Halo too much. "I need you to get Madam Pomfrey, tell her it's an emergency. Tell her there's a boy in the Slytherin prefect room who's very sick. Hurry!"

A loud pop and the house elf was gone. Severus combed back Halo's hair with his hand, frowning at the sweat drenched sable curves. His skin was so hot that Severus found it difficult to hold his friend securely; his hands were starting to hurt from the heat of his skin.

"You'll be okay Halo, you'll be okay." He whispered. "Everything will be alright, I promise Halo, I promise."

The house elf was back suddenly, with Madam Pomfrey in tow. She took one look at Halo, laying helplessly half on the bed and half in Severus' arms. She instructed him to cover Halo with his cloak and carry him to the hospital wing. Halo fit perfectly in Severus' cloak, leaning his head heavily against his shoulder. Severus felt Halo's labored breathing against his neck and the tension of his muscles.

"Who did this to him?" Pomfrey demanded once they had Halo safe in the Hospital Wing.

"I don't know," Severus said. "I just went to wake him up and I found him like this."

Halo opened his eyes; they peered up at him and Madam Pomfrey. They weren't the usual three rings of gold, orange and yellow, but were instead solid gold without even a pupil. Severus took half a step back before he recognized the look of anguish that gazed back at him.

A single word wormed its way into Severus' mind. The most obvious answer to what was going on. Rosier...He would pay for whatever he had done to Halo.