Soulless

Chapter: 10

By: Celeste Jacobs

Beta: Maria

Rated: R

Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but Siena does.

A/N: I know you have waited too long for this chapter. Also there will be explanation to how the cellphones work later on. So, my beta is right..This story needs to be completed and so do many others. I never make promises that I can't keep but I'll try my best to please everyone.

"Is he insane?"

Ron was currently pacing back and forth in the boys' dorm, waving his hands wildly in the air. All the students had been ushered to their dorms after Dumbledore had announced that Hogwarts would be going into an immediate lockdown. Each student was assigned a buddy and no one was allowed to leave their rooms unless their respective buddy was with them. They also were not allowed to go outside except during the their assigned time on their new timetables.

"And his so called buddy system is insane too!" Ron continued. "What kind of buddy system can you have when all us Gryffindors have been paired up with Slytherins? Then he says you can't leave the room without your buddy. Uh, hello! My buddy lives in the freaking dungeon. Honestly, I think it's time for Dumbledore to retire."

As Ron continued to rant, Harry could only smile.

"How nice it was of old Dumbledore to place me with Draco," he thought.

The look on Draco's face was priceless when he found out that he was to be paired with none other than Harry Potter.

"What the heck are you smiling about Harry? How can you smile knowing that you have been paired with the ferret until the killer is found?"

Harry inwardly scowled. He didn't like when people interrupted his thoughts especially if they involved Draco.

"This is how I feel about it Ron. I'm sure that Dumbledore will find the killer very soon and we'll probably be with our buddies for less than a day. Also, from what I hear, Zabini isn't a bad guy," replied Harry.

"Not a bad guy! Not a bad guy! He's a Slytherin for crying out loud! I swear Harry if he even thinks about talking to me I'll kick his ass!"

"The feeling is mutual," said a voice.

The boys turned and there in all his glory stood Blaise Zabini with his new time-table in one hand and a suitcase in the other. Behind him floated his trunk and various other pieces of luggage.

"What are doing you here?" gritted Ron.

"Well Weasley, it seems that Potter and I are switching rooms," Blaise said as he walked in.

"What? You've got to be kidding me! " shouted Ron.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at this interesting development before turning and heading over to his bed to begin packing.

"You're really going to pack up and leave with no objections?" Ron practically shrieked. "One would think that you aren't against this lockdown or staying with Malfoy, Harry!"

"You know Weasley, the way you carry on, one would think that you're so against the new lockdown procedures because you don't want the killer to be found," drawled Blaise.

"What are you trying to say Zabini?" Ron hissed.

"I'm saying that you're fighting harder than anybody else to go against the Dumblefuck's rules and that makes me think that you know who the killer is. I mean, I know it's not you because you're too stupid to pull off anything that creative…"

"I'm not stupid and I don't need to put up with this!" shouted Ron as he stormed angrily out of the room.

Blaise shrugged and sat on one of his trunks that had just floated to the floor.

"Voldemort can get to Draco in his dreams now" said Blaise.

"I'm not surprised but the sick bastard will find out soon enough what happens to people who touch what is mine," Harry replied.

"You know, I never thanked you for what you did,"

"And I know that you're not going to thank me Zabini. It's not your style," said Harry.

He moved over to his dresser and opened the top drawer.

"I am satisfied with the work and I'm thinking about mentioning your name to some of my associates," said Blaise.

"Associates? Why not your friends?" asked Harry.

"I only have one friend Potter and I like it that way," replied Blaise.

Nothing more was said between the two.

Draco stared at Blaise's empty bed while pondering his fate. Not only was he the unwilling concubine of a half-crazed mass-murdering, megalomaniac but now he would be sharing his room with yet another person who thought of him as an object instead of a human being with thoughts, feelings, and desires of his own. Draco couldn't understand it. Why was he deemed to go from one hell to another? Did fate hate him? He sighed and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. While most people had faith in Harry Potter and chose to overlook the darkness that practically radiated off the boy, Draco wasn't the type of person to ignore things like that.

Draco fingered a strand of blond hair before collapsing backwards onto the bed.

"I should be thinking happier thoughts," he whispered.

But, he had no happy thoughts. His father was dead and his mother...well, he couldn't even think about his mother right now. He brushed away the silent tears and curled up into a ball. He no longer cared anymore. If Potter found him this way then so be it.

Neville tried to ignore the watchful eyes of Theodore Nott as he unpacked his belongings. Gryffindors moving from their comfy tower dorms into the creepy Slytherin dungeons and vice versa seemed like a pretty stupid idea, but on the plus side, he would be closer to his friend Draco. However, even the prospect of watching over Draco wasn't helping Neville deal with his new roommate. Nott had been watching him for the past fifteen minutes and it was starting to seriously grate on Neville's nerves. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. Neville whipped around and stared menacingly at Theo, whose bland expression bellied the avid interest in his dark eyes.

"You seem nervous," said Theo.

Neville rolled his eyes.

"Are you trying to piss me off or something?" he asked.

"No. I'm just trying to start a conversation,"

"Well don't," said Neville. "I'm already sick to my stomach at the thought of living with you. One more word and you'll have me running for the nearest toilet."

Theo cocked his head and smirked.

"Ah, so you've heard about my reputation then?" he asked.

"Who hasn't?" sneered Neville. "I'm only going to say this once, though, so listen up. If you so much as touch me, I'll make sure that the only way they'll be able to identify your body is through blood testing."

"You say that now but in a week you'll be dying to get into my bed," drawled Theo, not at all impressed with the Gryffindor boy's threats.

Neville made a face.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth."

Harry sat on the edge of Draco's bed and watching his blonde angel sleep. Ron's new roommate Blaise had already been asleep before he left and Ron sat in the corner of the room with his arms crossed. Harry just shook his head at him and walked out the door. His long walk to the dungeons was filled with teachers patrolling the halls and he'd had to explain ten times why he was walking alone. Harry gritted his teeth at the memory. They were so fucking annoying.

But now was not the time for angry thoughts. He brushed a bit of hair out of Draco's face and smiled slightly when the boy stirred a bit.

"He's making me soft," thought Harry.

He took his cellphone of his pocket and realized with a groan that he was ten minutes late for a business call. He flipped it open and quickly dialed a number.

Beaubaxton's Academy of Magic

"Just look at my silk robe Siena! It's ruined because of you!" shouted a very angry female voice.

"Honestly Tima, If I wanted to ruin your precious robe I would have cut it in front of your face," sneered Siena.

"Why you little Mudbl…"

Tima had no chance to finish the sentence because a knife suddenly appeared, pointed unerringly at her throat.

"I don't think you want to finish that little statement Tima unless you want me to slit that pretty throat of yours," Siena said with a smile.

"You'll never get away with it," Tima whispered.

Siena was about to reply when her cellphone rang.

"We're not finished yet," she growled, leaving the knife floating in the air, still pointed at Tima.

Tima took a step back and a horrified look appeared on her face when she noticed the knife following her.

"Oh do be careful Tima. I wouldn't want you to do anything stupid like getting yourself killed for instance. Oh, and if you even attempt to scream, the knife will go right through your throat," advised Siena before leaving the room.

"You're late" said Siena.

"I know. I got a little distracted," said Harry.

"With my cousin or with the killing?" asked Siena.

"A little bit of both really but, I set up this call for a reason."

"Sure, whatever Harry. I'll take care of you as long as you take care of Draco," replied Siena.

"I need you to get me some information on Terry Boot. I want to know everything about him. What he eats, when he sleeps, where he goes, what…"

"Kind of bubble gum he likes?" finished Siena.

"Be fucking serious! I only have two weeks," said an annoyed Harry.

"I am being serious. Anyway, you've completed jobs in less time than that so don't get your jock strap in a twist. I'll have the information for you by tomorrow," said Siena.

"That's all I ask. What's going on with you?" asked Harry.

"Well, my soon to be ex-roommate Tima is very close to finding out what it feels like to have a knife go through her throat. You should have seen the hopeful expression on her face when she thought that screaming would save her. What an idiot!" exclaimed Siena.

Harry shrugged to himself. He watched Draco turn over and smiled.

"People are so stupid nowadays. By the way, Blaise has been force to move in with Ron,"

"And I care because?" asked Siena.

"Maybe because he's been sending you flowers every day for the past two weeks," said Harry.

"And I keep sending them back. Zabini needs to go fuck himself because I am not marrying him. The whole thing is bullshit. I shouldn't have to marry someone who screws around with other people," Siena practically shouted.

"You need to calm down. Don't you guys have someone patrolling the halls at night?" asked Harry.

"No, and don't try to distract me. I can't stand him!" growled Siena.

"Yeah, I'll remember that when I'm at your wedding," Harry chuckled.

The next thing he heard was something that sounded a lot like "Fuck you" followed by a dial tone.