YAY FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER! I'm so so so so very sorry it took this long, but school doesn't wait for fanfictions to be updated.

Hopefully though I'll be updating regularely , or at least more so than now, come June because then school will be OVER! YAY! I'm excited.

Anyways...unfortunately this chapter really isn't very long...but I think it's long enough plus the next few chapters are longer...and exciting stuff actually happens!

Many thanks as always for crazed-slash-fan for being my sole reviewer! YOU ARE INCREDIBLY AWESOME! and as for your concerns about Natalya unfortunately you'll just have to wait and see, but I think that you'll like how it turns out...it's all very confusing though. I'm not sure if I've really figured it all out yet :P Also the beginning of this is very Blaise/Harry-full...although it does get very M rated...I apologize if you do not like it.

Which by the way, if you do not like guyXguy stuff then you may not like to read the beginning section of this...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

DISCLAIMER: Nope I still don't own Harry Potter nor am I J.K. Rowling...although I will excuse you if you got us mixed up. Also I do not own Fay or any other awesome magical creature like them, nor do I own a swimming pool sized bathtub. However I really wish I did.

WARNING: Yup this is still slash...in fact this is a VERY SLASHFUL chapter...especially the beginning. The beginning makes it deserve its M rating. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED A SECOND TIME!

So please ENJOY! and REVIEW! they make me utterly and completely happy! and perhaps then I shall finally update in a timely manner...

Enjoy! :D

Chapter 9: The Prowess of Harry Potter

A couple weeks later Harry awoke to a fine Saturday morning. Feeling in an exceptionally wonderful mood, and since it was a Saturday, Harry decided to let the other boys in his dorm sleep in.

To complete his wonderful mood, Harry decided to take a nice long bath in the Prefects Bathroom. This time, however, he would remember his wand just in case of potential run-ins with blonde Slytherins.

Harry got down to the bathroom without seeing anyone and he happily filled the tub with his favorite scent and bubbles. It had come to no surprise when Harry had realized that his favorite scent just so happened to be exactly what Blaise Zabini smelled like. Harry was now used to such things that seemed to revolve around said Slytherin, and he didn't really mind now.

Harry sunk into the warm bathwater with a contented sigh. This was nice he thought, no inappropriate thoughts like the ones that had greeted him the last time he had wanted a bath. He hadn't even had any erotic dreams last night that had left him unsatisfied. Everything was perfect.

Of course, after a teenage boy-wizard thinks that things are bound to go wrong. Fate presented itself as the door opening and two Slytherins walking in. Spotting Harry over the other Slytherin's shoulder, who had entered with his back to Harry and had yet to turn around, the blonde one made an excuse about leaving his hair-gel in their room and scrambled back out the door.

The dark-haired Slytherin muttered something about "But I have your hair gel.", but the blonde one was already long gone. Without looking in the bubbled-filled tub, the Slytherin, yes it's obviously Blaise Zabini, took off his shirt.

Now Harry, who until recently used to believe he was straight as an arrow, could normally tolerate seeing another male's chest without any reaction. But most of those guys weren't Blaise Zabini.

Fate, hating Harry so much, now decided to have said Blaise Zabini take his pants off, leaving on only boxers. And not just any boxers, but black SILK boxers.

Harry thought it very obvious that Zabini had not noticed that he was in the tub, so he decided to make his presence known. He cleared his throat loudly. Blaise did not react, which seemed quite odd to our young Harry.

Now Blaise, who DID in fact know that Harry was there this WHOLE time, turned around. Not only did Blaise turn around, but he turned around SEXILY. A Blaise Zabini turning any way is too much for a Harry Potter to handle, let alone a Blaise Zabini turning sexily. To Harry's despair he now had a raging hard on, but of course he could not do anything about it because of the Slytherin standing feet away from him.

After turning around sexily Blaise made his way over to the tub and slipped under the bubbles. Seconds later his head popped up above the bubbles and his wet boxers now lay by the side of the tub, which was more like a swimming pool.

Harry was contemplating either A-running away for dear life or B-letting matters take their course. Surprisingly Harry chose option B and stayed under the water. It wouldn't be pleasant if Blaise saw him running away with THIS big of an erection.

A few seconds later though and Harry was again contemplating getting the hell away from there. You see, something had touched him. Yes, it did feel great and wonderful. Yes, he wanted more, but he sure as heck didn't know who or what the heck it was.

Then Blaise rose from the water, inches away from him. He was smiling as he continued to stroke Harry, making the teen gasp and close his eyes in sheer pleasure.

"You like that don't you Harry?" Blaise asked, adding another hand. He took Harry's ragged breathing and thrusting hips as a yes. Blaise grinned, saying, "You're going to like this SO much." before he sank back into the water.

Harry hadn't fully registered where exactly Blaise had gone when something warm and wet enveloped him. Struggling not to thrust down Blaise's throat Harry moaned aloud, the sound echoing throughout the empty bathroom.

Suddenly Harry felt a different sensation and Blaise's finger hit a spot that sparked pleasure through Harry. Harry didn't think anything could be as good as what Blaise just did until Blaise did the same thing, with two fingers this time. Then Blaise replaced his mouth and other hand and Harry was lost in the sheer bliss of it all.

It wasn't long until Harry was gasping, on the verge of coming. Blaise, noticing his frantic thrusts, added another finger and hit that one spot until Harry came, fast and hard.

Feeling drained, Harry looked around the tub. The bubbles had dissipated and Harry couldn't see Blaise anywhere in the water.

Then Harry woke up.

"DAMN IT!" Harry swore, punching his pillow. This was happening more and more often, but this had been the most vivid dream yet. A week ago Ron had heard him moaning in his sleep and was worried that Harry was having nightmares again. Since then Harry had made sure to seal off and silence his bed before he went to sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be their first Hogsmead weekend. Harry made the decision that tomorrow he would finish this problem once and for all. Even if it killed him, which, he thought, it probably will.

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Far away, in a very similar dorm, just clothed in green, Blaise Zabini was having a similar problem. Now, Blaise rarely dreamed, but when he did dream it was very, very vivid. Blaise had just had the same exact dream as Harry, just with positions reversed. Then Blaise woke up and it was all over.

Going over the details of the dream, Blaise decided that it had to mean something. Tomorrow, he told himself, tomorrow it will all end. Tomorrow I will solve this Potter problem once and for all, even if Harry kills me, which he probably will.

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That morning the whole of Slytherin tower awoke to the sounds of shrill screams. Seconds after these screams started Myra Potter could be seen running down the stairs into the common room shouting about beds bursting into flame, laughing roommates, how she "won't spend another night with those monsters even if she has to sleep outside!", and how she was "Going straight to Dumbledore about this!". Then she ran out the door and left.

About two minutes later more screams, much manlier screams this time, came from the seventh year boy's dorms. Out ran Crabbe and Goyle with Liam, Theo, and surprisingly Chaz on their heels. After them ran a giant black night-cat with shining brown eyes.

Seeing its audience the cat, well more like a panther, licked its paw and began to wash itself. Slowly it began to change shape until the form of Blaise was sitting on the ground, fixing his hair.

"Oooopps!" he exclaimed. "Sorry about that you guys. Forgot to take my potion last night." he said, grinning at his dorm mates. "By the way," his grin got wider, "You guys scream like girls."

With a very manly yell the four boys ran at Blaise who scrambled to get away, making a dash for the common room entrance. All five boys running at head-long speed disappeared through the stone wall.

"Morning everyone!" Pansy said. The common room burst into laughter as everyone went back to their rooms to get ready for the day.

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Dumbledore was sitting at his desk when Myra banged into his office, yelling about burning beds and lemon drops. Dumbledore sat, eyes twinkling as she ranted on, waiting for a break in her steady stream of words. That break never came.

"And THAT'S why I need my own room headmaster." she finished, looking at Dumbledore. Dumbledore just sat there, eyes twinkling maddeningly at her. "Um, please?" she forced out.

"Why Ms. Potter I do believe that can be arranged, however we may have a few predicaments. You see there are no single bedrooms left in Slytherin tower; I just gave the last one to a young Mr. Malfoy. Now Ms. Parkinson needs her own room, as does Ms. Hope. However, if you do not mind waking in the middle of the night due to nightmare-ish screams then I do believe you can room with Mr. Malfoy. Is that satisfactory to you?" Dumbledore asked.

"As long as my bed's not on fire." Myra said sulkily.

"Perfect!" Dumbledore exclaimed happily. "Your bed will be moved in by tonight. Good-day Ms. Potter."

Seeing that she was being excused, Myra hurried out of his office, giving the giant red bird a strange look.

"Do you think that's wise, headmaster?" Snape asked, coming to stand just behind Dumbledore.

"No." Dumbledore replied. "Nothing is wise when it comes to that girl. However, Mr. Malfoy should be able to take care of her."

"But what about Nellie?" Snape asked, placing a hand on Dumbledore's chair. "It's dangerous. What if she kills Myra? Or worse yet, Draco?"

"Death will soon come to Ms. Potter whether we do anything or not, and it is for the best. Nellie will not kill Mr. Malfoy, that is not in her plan." Dumbledore said cryptically, summoning his pencieve.

"But what about-" Snape began.

"Do not worry Severus; all is as it should be." Dumbledore said, taking his wand and putting it to his temple.

The silvery strands of memory dropped down into the bowl. The image of a girl with silver hair rose out of the pensive, before slowly sinking back down.

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Draco hated Friday mornings. Now mind you he had no problem with Fridays in general and he quite enjoyed Friday afternoons. There was no doubt in Draco's mind that the main reason for his hatred was due to a bumbling oaf of a half-giant.

So here Draco was trudging through the grounds of Hogwarts down to the oaf's shack of a house. His trusted side-kicks were in the hospital wing, both being sorted out for various hex-induced injuries. Blaise was walking slowly behind him, sulking about the episode that morning.

Down by the oaf's house Draco could see the Gryffindor gaggle talking to the half-giant himself.

Draco stood at the back of the group as class started. "Today's lesson will be about Fay." Hagrid boomed over the students. "Now who can tell me what the Fay are?" he asked.

To everyone's surprise it wasn't Hermione's hand that shot up first. It was a short girl who stood in the middle of the pack. Draco saw a flash of light brown hair and groaned. Of course SHE just had to be there, what else could make this class any better?

"Yes Ms. Hope?" Hagrid asked.

"The Fay are a race of magical beings who defy all of what's known about magical creatures. They aren't exactly animals, but they aren't human either. They can however bread with humans, which are the majority of their mates, besides other Fay. Not much is known about the Fay, except by their own." She finished, turning a shade of pink. There were appreciative murmurs all around as people turned to stare at her.

"Very good." Hagrid said, surprised. "Today we are honored to have a full-blooded Fay with us. Fay can change form and are only recognizable by the strong magic that surrounds them." Hagrid explained.

From behind Hagrid appeared a creature that looked like a medium sized Sprite.

It was male and about 8 inches tall. He wore a silvery-blue cloak and had delicate translucent wings. Fluttering in the air, the whole class watched as he drifted over to land lightly on Natalya's shoulder.

"Looks like he likes you." Hagrid said. "Does anyone know anything else about the Fay?" he asked. There was silence from the class, not even Hermione spoke.

"Besides shape shifting some Fay can tell the future." Natalya spoke. The Fay fluttered off her shoulder and hovered in the air before her. "There are not many Fay left, since the Purge of 1892. The ministry killed all creatures who they thought were Fay, including the children of the Fay." she paused, starring at the magnificent creature before her. "They do not normally meddle in the lives of wizards. They rarely mate with magical creatures, their magic is too powerful. There have been cases of them mating with Veela, and even Seraphim. There was one case over fifty years ago of a Fay mating with a Siren, the daughter of Neptune, but they were murdered shortly after. The Fay have their own language, known only to the Fay and their children." she finished.

Hagrid stared at her in awe. "V-very good. T-twenty points to Slytherin." The students gasped, Hagrid has never given points to SLYTHERIN before!

"How do you know all this?" Hagrid asked her. "The Fay are very secretive, not even Fay experts know that much."

Natalya smiled. "My father was a Fay." she said simply. The Fay landed on her outstretched hand. From it came a deep voice, speaking words no one save Natalya could understand.

"Ranalda cus nialda. Carin venia rask nal. Casuna dusk nalda fenthar lunia push." he spoke.

Natalya laughed. "Cush nootha belass nalda. Fenthala dusk realda. Nuskana cu penska." she replied. The rest of the class gasped. She was speaking to it!

The Fay replied, making Natalya laugh again. "I don't think that would be the best idea." she warned.

The Fay nodded and spoke more, gesturing wildly. "If you're sure." Natalya said. Looking at Hagrid she spoke, a smile on her lips. "He wonders if he could get the boy with the glasses and the dark haired and skinned one to stand next to each other."

Hagrid nodded and motioned to Harry and Blaise. Eyeing each other, Harry and Blaise met in the middle of the group of students. "Hello Potter." Blaise breathed over Harry's ear again.

After shivering slightly Harry hissed, "Sod off Zabini." which rewarded him with a smile from Blaise and a hiss of "gladly".

The Fay drifted over from Natalya to where the boys stood, shoulders almost touching. He hovered over the two boys' heads and looked over at Natalya. "Dentha ricas niva caru bentha na?" he asked her.

"Kinta denth yana biran nath toonka. Siva ra ni." she replied seriously.

"Citha tusina seana un tis?" The Fay asked, gesturing between the two boys.

"Yes I can see it." She replied nodding. "It's the strongest I've seen."

The Fay spoke again, asking her a question. "Rinda sinth ginther rental naku. Finth entus koputha rees." she replied.

The Fay laughed and began to glow brightly. "NIKUTH RALA NA KETH ARA!" he shouted. Blue sparks began to swirl around Harry and Blaise as the Fay went on. "KINAS DA GUTH RIPOTHEL NA MINA TUS INGUS!" he bellowed before disappearing with a blinding flash of light and echoes of laughter.

Murmurs broke out between the students as the smoke and sparks around Harry and Blaise cleared. They looked perfectly safe and sound, nothing was different.

"What was that about?" Hagrid bellowed, clearing to get to the two boys. He looked over at Natalya for an answer. She just shrugged and began to walk away, the bell had just wrung.

"No idea." she said. The smirk and knowing look in her eyes said otherwise.

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Exhausted after a deceptively hard potions class, wherein Natalya saved him from making countless errors, Draco trudged up to his room, ready to rest. Opening the door Draco stepped inside and yelped. Instead of his normal King-sized bed there were now two twin-sized beds. And of course on one bed lay Myra Potter.

"Hey Draco." she said, flipping a page of her book.

"W-what, what are you, how, why are you here?" Draco stuttered. Oh yeah real smooth lover-boy, he thought.

"Dumbledore put me in here. I refused to be in the same dorm as those other girls and there were no single-rooms left. He told me to room with you." she answered, smiling up at him.

"Wow." Draco said smiling. He closed the door to the room and stepped inside, dropping his bad on the ground. He lay on the bed, turning to look towards Myra.

"Yeah." she said, "It's pretty awesome." she looked up from her book to leer at Malfoy.

"It's a wonder that old coot would allow this. Does he not expect us to get into mischief with these arrangements?" he asked, leering back at her.

"Well," Myra replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "More like he knew there would be no mischief. After all," she added smirking, "I could resist anything you tried on me."

"Oh really?" Draco asked, arching his eyebrows. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe it is." Myra said, raising an eyebrow. She lifted up from where she was laying and went over to Draco's bed. "And maybe it isn't." she whispered, crawling up his bed until she was directly over Draco. "I bet you can't resist." she whispered before lowering her head till their lips met.

Draco knew he must resist, he must not soften under those lips, he must not give in, he must not... But the kiss was unbelievable, not wet or hard, totally perfect. Draco felt himself giving in, softening under those lips, letting the probing tongue gain access to his mouth.

Myra pulled away, grinning. "What was that you were saying?" she asked.

Draco rolled over so that now he was above her. "But can you resist me?" He asked, before dropping his head down just as she had.

Myra found herself unable to think coherent thoughts, unable to resist those delicious lips against hers. Grudgingly she thought she had to admit he WAS a good kisser. Softening under his assault, she tilted her head, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Unfortunately he too pulled away, smirking widely. "And YOU were saying?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just shut up and kiss me already." Myra demanded, arching her head up. They were lost for many minutes in each other, both unable to pull away.

On the other side of the wall a girl sat by the door connecting their rooms, listening. A tear ran down her cheek as she stood up, eyes sinking to a deep red color. Dressed all his black, she took her cloak from the wardrobe and twirled it around her shoulders, the hood obscuring her face from view.

A glass vase shattered as she walked by it, throwing fragments across the floor, but she did not stop. Silently, she opened the doors to the castle, shutting them with a soft thud. She glided down through the grounds, stopping at the edge of the forest near the side of the lake, waiting.

Standing behind the windows that looked out over the lake a man watched her. He peered down his slightly hooked nose as she waited. A tall blond man made a grand entrance from the woods and the man by the window saw the girl walk foreword. He smiled and pushed his greasy black hair away from his face as the two by the woods conferred.

Everything was as it should be.

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The door closed behind them with a happy little jingle. The air around them exploded.