A/N: Here's a thanks to LiathRain and AloraBraken for their reviews! Now I know everyone's pissed because it's taking me forever… but law school… really is hell… so I have my reasons… that said, here's the next chapter… lol.

Warning: AU, Boy x Boy (YAOI) love, Draco (TOP) x Harry (BOTTOM), OOC

Disclaimer: I do not make a cent out of this story.

Chapter 12: The Fallen Angel

After what seemed like an eternity, the horrible screech which awoke the three worlds in fear disappeared, just as spontaneously as its appearance. However, even with that single disturbance, the world was already different.

Earth was pitch dark; the moon refused to rise, and the stars hid in unknown fear. Earth fell silent; not a single cry of a baby could be heard, nor did the animals in the wild; even the nocturnal animals refused to budge in the eerie silence and chose to suffer hunger.

The angels guiding the gates had fallen into what seemed like a coma soon after they fell in pain. The gatekeepers were brought in to be treated and another set of gatekeeper angels were sent out, but there was a renewed fear in their eyes. Although they cared deeply for their comrades' safety, they themselves did not wish to face the same fate, especially since the cause was unknown therefore did not provide for a cure. In all the chaos of changing guards and medical mayhem, Harry saw a way out; none of them were paying any attention to him! While Harry did hear some weird horrible screech from far away, he didn't experience the same pain the guards seemed to experience and was still fully capable of moving around.

He also wasn't called "Fairy" for just any reason; he could move like one. Without anyone interfering against his escape, Harry could easily escape… but Harry knew Cedric and everyone was worried for his safety… so he decided it best if he left a note to let them know he wasn't taken anywhere against his will, and to let them know he would willingly accept any possible punishment that may come his way due to his actions.

Harry had to do this though; he really wanted to protect Draco from the eternal war that threatened the existence of angels and demons alike, but also the poor human world that had no control or will over the matters of the three worlds; the only ground that was neutral yet central, like the stage of a play, or a chess board; where they were nothing but pawns between the power play of the angels and demons.

He wasn't quite sure how he was going to go about protecting Draco from what seemed to be the inevitable, but at least he was going to give it a try!

Harry landed in the small clearing where he first met Draco, that many days and nights ago. The clearing was as calm and peaceful as that night when he met Draco; where the dark sky, many stars, and heaven met earth, the green cove of paradise and whispered secrets of the universe with each other. Harry didn't have much of a choice but to wait and hope that Draco would appear. Even if Draco didn't… no, Harry couldn't possibly think that Draco wouldn't come… Harry risked a great deal, breaking just about every possible rules that could exist for an angel, just to meet Draco… at this point, it wasn't as if Harry could just go back to the Angelic realm and expect anything good to come out of it… for a brief moment, Harry almost regretted his hot-tempered decision, but Harry wasn't going to go back without 

getting something done! Even if Draco was the only person Harry could possibly protect, it was still worth the try and effort.

Which… Harry still couldn't quite understand… why was he so attached to the human being, other than the fact that he seemed to feel something precious for Draco? Why did every second that he didn't see Draco seemed to grow longer and longer, making Harry restless and desperate, driving Harry near brink of tears at the possible belief of being abandoned or forgotten? Harry knew the answer was there somewhere in his mind… but he was afraid to voice it out fearing that such action would reaffirm his feelings about Draco, perhaps even lead him to do crazier things in hopes of gaining favor in Draco's eyes… and maybe lead Draco's heart to that of Harry as well.

… no, Harry knew Draco couldn't possibly love him the way Harry did Draco. Last time they had met, Draco did something weird, and while Harry wasn't sure what it was, Harry also didn't know why Draco had done it. Maybe humans were being more affected by the ever-continuing war between the angels and the demons. Maybe, Draco felt something of a pleasant thought toward Harry as well. After all, Harry didn't mind the kiss too much (even if it was very different from when he met Draco for the first time); it sent shivers down his back, just thinking about it. Harry actually wished Draco was there to give whatever he was doing that time, another try… as long as Draco liked it, Harry was willing to do it for him, whatever it may have been.

It was official; Harry was in love with Draco… big time. Unfortunately, that left him with more worries than any sort of elation. Harry was an angel. Draco was a human. It wouldn't be allowed.

Harry sat down, leaning on a wide tree overlooking the small lake, half hoping and wishing that Draco came, and half hoping and wishing that Draco didn't.

Lord Voldemort was the most impressive character Draco Malfoy had ever met. When he made his first appearance, no demon could even move away, paralyzed from awe. Everything about Lord Voldemort screamed "death", but his bright red eyes, the color of human blood, and the ever-expanding black aura around him froze everyone to their spot, including Draco Malfoy. There was absolutely nothing but the cold chill gripping his heart, and giving a good squeeze as Lord Voldemort spoke.

There was that, but for some reason, there was a very small part of Draco, there was a pleasant yet an uncomfortable feeling itching at him. It had been a routine for Draco to go to a certain place everyday for the past… forever, it felt like. He had been so used to it, the few days of change in the routine (and the contact he had with a certain someone) really did horrors to his overall mood.

Draco was mad, annoyed, all the time. No one dared went near him, unless it was on the orders of Lord Voldemort (they were both frightening, but at least Draco was still better looking than the thousands-year old zombie-like demon). Pansy was long out of the picture; she tried everything, even going against Draco's orders to get near him, only to be thrown on the farthest borders of the Demon kingdom, to be used as a guard. It wasn't the most pleasant sight, seeing Pansy dragged out of Draco's bedchambers, held tightly by two male demons struggling to take the whore demon out of his room. She screamed the whole way out.

The only one who truly noticed that Draco was uncomfortable, unsettled about something, was one of Draco's closest confidante and subordinate, Blaise Zabini. Everyone else thought Draco was just mad. However, whenever Blaise tried to confront Draco about this, Draco would just brush it off, saying it's absolutely nothing, other than the inability to make his own decisions, now that the Great Lord Voldemort was making the decisions for them.

It frustrated Blaise to no end, that Draco could not relieve his frustrations, as Draco had always done. Draco was the type of demon, that, while stern in the face of the general population, was playful, loved to be pleasured, and gave trust to a very few close demons around him. Blaise happened to be one of the lucky ones to have his trust… but Draco lately, was completely different. Blaise wanted his confident general back. He wanted Draco sexually relieved (although he wasn't sure what he could do with that, since Pansy was transferred out to the middle of nowhere), and back as the proud cocky bastard that he was, and he wasn't going to stay around to find out from the big cheese himself.

Draco couldn't tell anyone. No, he couldn't jeopardize Harry's safety, no matter how crazy it drove him, to not be able to tell his closest about his worries and desires that were eating him inside. Harry plagued his dreams, mind, and heart every night, and day. At night he dreamed of Harry underneath him, drowning in pleasure. During the day, Draco was lost in his thoughts of taking Harry far away somewhere, from everything, and living together… to hell with it all. When was the last time he had sex with someone…? He wasn't surprised though; he only desired someone he couldn't have anyways. No one did it for him anymore, not even as a substitute. No demon had the complexion of black hair, green eyes, and tanned skin; no one had those light green wings that shivered under the sunlight and his touch, and no one could ever match the warmth that emanated from Harry's presence.

Every moment that he was conscious, Draco was reminded of his taste, his scent, his voice, and his movements, and just how much he missed the angel. Draco thought about drowning in alcohol to keep him from such sweet torture, but then again, he couldn't bring himself not to think about Harry.

Besides… he had already tried it, and it only worsened his need for Harry, not to mention, it also made him lose control, and when he came to, his entire room looked like the battlefield.

Harry thought for a moment, that everything around him was fuzzy. It was dark around him, and nothing seemed to make sense to him at that moment. Suddenly… he felt another presence.

There was a beautiful girl sitting by the lake, and she was crying. Her straight black hair fell all the way down her back, and when she looked up, she had the brightest green eyes, just like Harry's. But in her eyes, there was sadness, despair, and loneliness. Her small figure was trembling, as if she was cold. She said something, but Harry couldn't hear. Harry walked closer to her…

'What are you saying? I can't hear you, speak louder.'

She repeated, and repeated, but Harry couldn't hear. She continued to cry, and her tears continued to fall down her lovely face. Harry didn't know why she was so sad, but whatever the reason may have been, he just wanted to comfort her. He was sure that she was a nice person; she didn't look the type to be a mean person, and Harry had a belief that nice people shouldn't have to cry and suffer so much. So he kneeled down close upon her form, 

spread his wings out, and wrapped them around her. He put his arm around her trembling body, and allowed her to lean on him as she continuously sobbed. He wiped the tears on her face.

He put his forehead on hers, looked straight into her wide, emerald-green eyes, and whispered,

'I'm here for you. Even if you are going through a hard time, know that there is always a good time that follows. So don't cry anymore. It hurts me so much to see you cry.'

She blinked a couple of times, before she gave a teary smile… and before his own eyes, her entire being burst into many fragments of light, until there was nothing left, and Harry found himself alone, in the small clearing, his eyes full of tears, and his entire body, shaking in an unknown pain and despair.

"You wanted to see me, my lord?"

Draco kept his voice as calm and controlled as possible. There was something terrible about the zombie-demon sitting in front of him.

"Yes, general… tell me, who is currently the general of the Angelic forces?" Lord Voldemort twirled a wine glass in front of him with liquid that looked more like blood than wine. Maybe it was blood of some poor demon. After all, who knew what this crazy zombie needed to sustain his life?

"I believe… it is General Cedric Diggory." Draco answered.

"Oh, is that so? Then tell me, who is the other black haired, green eyed angel that accompanied the other angels in command a few months back? He couldn't have been Diggory, since Angel generals cannot come to the battlefield…"

Draco's heart stopped then started to beat faster and faster, until Draco was sure Lord Voldemort could hear him from where he was sitting. How… How did he know about Harry's existence? Why did he want to know?

"Unfortunately my lord, I am not sure as to what you are talking about. I've not seen anyone resembling such descriptions." Draco answered, hoping it would just fly by but knowing that hell was waiting for him.

"… is that so, general Malfoy?" Lord Voldemort's eyes glinted. His red eyes seemed to take on another color… they darkened so much that Draco was sure the colors were now the color of demonic blood. He was clearly not pleased with the answer.

"Well then, general, I hope you find out about this and let me know as to that delectable little boy angel's identity. Once you do, I'd like for you to bring him to me. It's been ages since I last tasted such ecstasy, and if there is a high ranking angel that can bypass the boundaries of the Angelic realms, I'd love nothing more than to devour it. I suggest you succeed in bringing in that boy, by the way." Draco's blood ran cold. It froze, stopped, and Draco knew he wasn't breathing. Draco saluted Lord Voldemort and turned to walk out.

"… By the way… general, I have very little patience." Lord Voldemort drawled out, "I hope you understand that."

"… My lord." Draco gave another acknowledgment before heading out. As he closed the door, he could hear Lord Voldemort's laugh, so horrible and painful, that he almost ran toward the exit.

Harry, Harry, Harry! How did you manage to capture that horrible being's eyes? How can I protect you?! Why did you appear before my eyes that day, and what should I do?

Before long, Draco was alone in his bed chambers, his eyes full of unshed tears and agony. He sat down on his bed, clutching onto his perfectly groomed platinum hair, angry at his powerlessness and despair at the possibility that Harry might not be safe anymore… not from his sexually-deprived clutches, and certainly no longer safe from the worst of worst, Lord Voldemort.

A/N: My goal is to finish this story before my summer break is over. But, I honestly need some feedback… they're like my bread and water; no review, no brain juice flow… so unless I get some reviews… (Like in the 2 digits), I probably won't get to finish it. Whether I get to end this or not, depends on you, my awesome readers!!

On another note, thanks to so many of you, who've favorite this story… it really makes me feel very accomplished (which is a good thing since law school tends to undo all of my "accomplishments").

I'm finally moving out of the "filler chapters" and moving onto the action! I guarantee it! At this point, it's IMPOSSIBLE TO STAY HERE ANYWAYS . Thanks to the few of you who reviewed, by the way. You guys helped me finish this chapter. This goes out to the reviewers!