Chapter 21

Dementors and Grim

Harry and Draco woke up the next morning, relaxed and still in each other's arms. Harry groaned as he and Draco sat up in the bed, leaning against the headboard. Harry grabbed for his glasses while Draco casted a "Tempus" spell, checking the time.

"Damn," Draco cursed to himself. "I have to go love, I promised mother and father that I'll go with mother to the Hogwarts Express. I'll see you later today though, okay?"

"Okay Draco." Harry said groggily, holding back a yawn. The older Harry gets, the more he realized that he isn't a morning person. Draco smiled and kissed Harry. "I'll see you soon love." He whispered, "Go back to sleep, it's still early."

Harry shook his head and got out of bed. "I'll see you." He said. They both dressed and walked downstairs. Draco took a handful of Floo Powder from a pot above the fireplace and threw it at the burning fire. "Malfoy Manor!" He shouted as the green flames shot up. He turned around and kissed Harry one last time. "I'll see you later, my Harry."

"Bye Draco." Harry said, smiling like an idiot Draco stepped through the green flames and in an instant he was gone. Harry sat at an empty table and asked Tom for a cup of Tea and breakfast, along with today's Daily Prophet. Tom returned moments later with his tea and bacon and eggs, along with the Daily Prophet, a picture of Sirius Black still on the cover. He was almost done with breakfast, and on his second cup of tea, when the Weasleys came down dressed and ready to leave. "Come on Weasleys," Mrs. Weasley said, "Sit down and eat. Then we have to go to Platform nine and three quarters! Oh, good morning Harry, how are you today?"

They ate quickly and Mr. Weasley told Harry that the Minister had gotten transportation to get Harry to King's Cross. The "transportation" was an enchanted black cab, whose trunk and seats stretched far enough for the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione to sit comfortably in two cars. Ron was amazed that his dad was able to get them private cars, but Harry didn't have the heart to tell him it was most likely because of him. Harry didn't know why, but he could have sworn that the Minister didn't want Harry to run away again like he did the night he blew up his aunt. Maybe it has something to do with Sirius Black…

They hit traffic on the way to Kings Cross, and only had ten minutes to get on the Hogwarts Express when they finally reached the train station. Mrs. Weasley hurried the group down, only keeping half an eye on for Muggles as the Weasleys went through the hidden passageway to platform nine and three quarters. Harry and Hermione went last, and rushed their way to the end of the train, yelling out sorrys and "excuse me" as they did so. The loaded their luggage and got on the train with a minute to spare, but found that most of the compartments were full. The only empty one had just one person it, an adult who appeared to be sleeping, his head against the window and cloak covering his upper body.

"Who is that?" Ron wondered.

"Professor R.J. Lupin." Hermione said as they got in the compartment.

"How did you know? Harry she knows everything, I tell you." Rom said, sitting next to her.

"It's because I can read Ron, look." Hermione said, pointing to a trunk on the rack over the man, his name printed on to it.

"What post do you think he's filling in for? I hope it's Potions." Ron said.

"Hey!"

"Sorry Harry, but you have to admit he is a git." Ron said.

Hermione sighed and said "Most likely Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hopefully he'll be more practical then our other two professors."

"Oh, that mean you're over your crush on Lockhart?" Ron joked. Hermione blushed and said "It was a silly child's crush. And we'll never speak of it again Ronald."

Ron rolled his eyes and started to tease Hermione about her "silly child's crush" on Lockhart. Harry laughed and pulled out his afternoon copy of the Daily Prophet that he got from the Trolley Lady. He groaned in embarrassment which turned into anger as he saw the picture and headline of the next article. It was a picture of him and Draco, holding hands in Diagon Alley. He can clearly see the necklace Draco made for him on his chest in the picture, and he reached inside his shirt to bring it out.

Boy-Who-Lived Becomes Boy-Who-Loved?

By Rita Seeker

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, aged 13, was photographed yesterday in Diagon Alley holding hands with such an unlikely candidate. None other than the very male, Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune. It is such a shame to the hopeful witches out there but great news to a few wizards, for Mr. Potter is a homosexual… or is he? Readers, we might remember the last time we talk about young Potter, it was about his unfairly sorting into Slytherin House instead of the honorable, heroic Gryffindor House of his parents. We raised our voices, only to be silenced by the Headmaster, and while I still believe he doesn't truly belong there, this I will not stand. It is obvious that the Malfoy family, who if my readers can remember had alleged ties to You-Know-Who, are having some sort of hold over our Harry. First, they somehow got our Lion into Slytherin, and how they are trying to get him into their family. Why else would Harry be wearing a necklace with the Malfoy Crest? Readers, it is almost as to say that Harry Potter is nothing more than the Malfoy's property, and I will not stand for it! It is obvious that the necklace is a trap for young Harry Potter, as the Malfoys drag him deeper and deeper into their dark clutches. But how can Harry Potter be saved, you might asked, well readers, I have a solution. Potter must be under a dark spell of some sort to date the heir Draco Malfoy, a spell that might be broken by true love perhaps? A love that he might not even realize exist! Yes readers, I am talking about his friend Ronald Weasley, whose family had recently won the Daily Prophet's drawing. I have an inside source, that can back up Mr. Weasley's unrequited love.

"Those two are always together most of the time," my beautiful anonymous source told me earlier today. "Laughing and joking with each other, they're so close sometimes I just think that Potter should just leave Draco for the redhead!" When asked about why she wants Harry and Malfoy separated, all she said was that she had special plans for Malfoy, claiming that he was already hers. Well, I wish our anonymous source luck in her battle of true love, as for Mr. Potter, I will urge that he rethinks his actions again. He is making a silly teenage mistake with the necklace and relationship with Malfoy, and turn to his true friends for true love!

"God damn this woman." Harry growled out, glaring at the newspaper.

"What happened?" Ron groaned. Harry silently gave the article to Ron and both he and Hermione read it, Hermione gasping at some points. Ron turned red and looked up at Harry, who was gritting his teeth. "Well mate… no need to worry about me. I mean I like you Harry, but only as a friend? Eh…" Ron said, trying to defuse the tense atmosphere in the compartment. "I mean it's great that you and my brothers are like that, but honestly I don't think I'll be like you guys in that way. It's just weird to think about… am I making sense?"

"No Ronald, you're not." Hermione sighed. But it worked as Harry gave a short chuckled He smiled at Ron and said "Yeah, it is weird to think about, I mean you and me? That's just too weird! I look at you like a brother Ron."

"Yeah, me too mate! My little brother Harry." Ron laughed. Harry glared at him for a second before laughing with him. Hermione rolled her eyes to the boys' bonding. They talked about the courses they're taking next year as the train chugged along the tracks. "You know, I just realized this is the first time in two years we're in the same compartment Harry." Ron said.

Harry thought about it and said "Yeah, usually I'm with Draco and the others. Though I'm not complaining, I like being with you guys."

Ron agreed as the train continued by, the sunny afternoon clouding up as time passed by. Rain started to pour down as the train went, Harry for some reason felt colder and had to huddle up closer as the rain outside became worst and worst. Harry looked outside the window and saw something he never saw in summer time before. The windows had frost on them, growing fast as the ice quickly covered the window, crackling as it moved. The trains slowed to a stop and Ron and Hermione looked out the window. "Odd, we can't be there yet…" Ron said.

The train stopped fully and the door suddenly opened. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other for a moment and Ron stood up to investigate. He peeked his head outside, and looked around. He only saw other students and shook his head as he closed the door. He sat back and said "Nothing out there."

Harry suddenly felt very sad, as if all of his negative emotions were swelling up inside him and devoured his happiness. Every happy thought, memory, and feeling sapped from Harry, leaving him feeling weak, depressed and just generally sad. They saw a shadow move passed the door, ice following it. Harry felt like he would never be happy again as the door slowly, oh so slowly, creaked open, sliding enough to reveal what looked like a hand to Harry. Fear mixed with the depression now as the black, skeletal looking hand, wrapped around the door, its nails making clear clicking sounds as they connected with the icy glass. The door slid slowly open, revealing more of the creature that the hand belonged too. Harry saw the creature, well as much as he could. The creature was tall, and covered in a black hood that had tears, that only added to its creepiness. The creature stared at Harry, and Harry couldn't help but stare back. As the creature got closer, the more depressed Harry felt.

A flash of green and a woman yelled "HARRY!" Harry started to lose consciousness as the creature came closer. Then, the man behind him jumped up and yelled something, a blinding light pushed from his wand to the creature, Harry could have sworn he saw a large dog or wolf, and warmth returned to Harry as the light enwrapped him and the creature fled. Then, as the light began to fade, his hazy vision came to once more before returning to darkness.

"Harry! Harry!" A voice yelled out. It was no longer the woman's voice, but a girl's. "Harry! You okay mate?" Ron's voice asked as vision came back to Harry, cloudy at first, but clearing soon. He tried to get up, but the man stopped him.

"Wait Harry, have this first." The man said, breaking off a piece of chocolate. "It's chocolate. Cheers you right up after an encounter with Dementors."

"Dementors?" Harry asked, taking a bite of chocolate. It was very sweet and instantly the dread and depression seemed to go away. He looked at Hermione and Ron who were also eating pieces of chocolate. He continued to nibble on his chocolate as the man answered. "Yes Dementors. The worst of the Dark creatures in our world. They feed off of positive emotions, leaving only the bad. They drain out any peace, happiness, or hope from around them, a perfect creature for prison guards eh?"

"Prison guards?" Harry asked.

"Yes prison guards. The Ministry, in its infallible knowledge, thought that the best place for Dementors were in Azkaban. There they suck out the hopes and happiness from the prisoners, leaving them dread, depressed, and some mad. It isn't uncommon to see some prisoners go mad and try to kill themselves there. They rather face death then unending dread." Lupin said.

"That's horrible!" Hermione gasped. "Hasn't anyone tried to stop them Professor Lupin!?"

"Oh yes Ms…"

"Hermione Granger."

"Yes Ms. Granger, countless, but the Ministry gives out the same speech. 'The Dementors are there for our safety. Otherwise, the prisoners will riot and break out, only to cause more destruction and mayhem in our peaceful world.'" Professor Lupin said, almost bitterly. He sighed and said "But enough about silly politics. I better go and check on the rest of the express, and have a word with the conductor. He stood up and walked to the door. He pointed to Harry and said "Finish your chocolate Harry."

He left, closing the door, only for the door to open moments later, Fred and George walking in, along with a blushing Cedric, their clothes in disarray. "Heya Harry." The twins smiled, sitting down next to him. Fred pulled Cedric down between them, sitting on one leg each.

"Hey Fred, George. Cedric." Harry smiled. "It's great to finally meet you."

"Yeah, it's great to meet you too Harry." Cedric said, blushing when Harry noticed his clothing. His tie was only loosely around his neck. His shirt looked like it was quickly buttoned up, wrinkles everywhere, and Harry looked and noticed that Cedric was missing his belt and had a very impressive bulge. He blushed when he saw that and looked away, thinking about Draco.

"Did you see the Dementors Harry? It was terrible." Fred said.

"Yeah, I felt like I would never be happy again…" Cedric frowned.

"Aww Cedie, you'll always be happy with us." Fred said, kissing Cedric's cheek.

"Yeah, and we were having fun in there weren't we?" George grinned.

"No! Stop it!" Ron said, closing his eyes and covering his ears. "I just turned thirteen! I don't want to hear what things my brothers do with their boyfriend!"

"Umm, is that even…legal here?" Hermione asked.

"In a word? Nope." George said.

"Do we care Cedric?" Fred asked.

"Nope." Cedric smiled at Fred. "I don't care at all. I love having my twins." He kissed Fred first before turning to George, kissing him too. He stopped and looked at Harry. "We just wanted to see if you guys were alright. George and Fred were very worried about you."

"Of course we are! Not only is he practically our brother," George said, putting an arm casually around Harry's shoulders. "He's the only Personal Test Subject for Weasleys Wizardry Wheezes." Fred finished.

Harry blushed and shifted in his seat. He took a bite from his chocolate to busy himself. "Really? The twins didn't tell me that." Cedric said, smirking at Harry. "All they said was that they had a mischievous snake to play with. Should have guessed it was you Harry." Cedric chuckled while Harry blushed.

"Of course, Harry's our favorite snake to play with." George said.

"We're making sure he's very mischievous aren't we Harry?" Fred asked, looking at Harry. Harry could just hear an innuendo under what Fred said, so he just blushed further and focused more on the chocolate, finishing it sooner than he planned to.

"Fred, you shouldn't tease Harry here." Cedric whispered, kissing the younger Weasley twin. He whispered something in Fred's ear that Harry couldn't hear, and his hand moved downwards to a place that Harry didn't even want to think about. He looked at Ron and Hermione, who both felt awkward and cleared his throat. Cedric quickly removed his hand and stood up, blushing a bit. "Right, sorry… I think we overstayed our welcome twins." Cedric said, holding a hand from both twins. "Let's go."

"Alright, alright. We're leaving." Fred said, "But first, Harry! We want you and Draco to meet us on Saturday. We have a new product for you two." Fred smirked. Harry felt nervous and suspicious about this new product, but agreed to it. The threesome left and Hermione watched them leave. She looked at Ron who looked like he didn't know what to say. "Umm Ronald… does your family know about this?"

"They know that Fred is dating Cedric… but the two of them with Cedric… no we did not." Ron said, his face redder than his hair.

"And that isn't…you know…" Hermione asked, embarrassed that they're even having this conversation.

"Not officially, I think… umm help me Harry!" Ron said.

"I don't know! All I knew is that the potion they had me and the others take was originally for Cedric." Harry said.

"What, what potions?" Ron asked.

"The… umm love potion." Harry admitted. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry shocked. "What? Didn't I tell you about that?"

"No!" Hermione said, "You mean you and Draco both ingested a potions that made you snog! Without your permission!?" Harry blush and bit his lip.

"It was an… enjoyable snog." Harry said, "Look that doesn't matter now! What matters is that both Fred and George are apparently dating Cedric."

"Yes, well as weird as that is, I think that's a bit more acceptable then you and Draco ingesting a potion that forced you two to snog! When was this anyway?" Hermione fumed.

"It didn't force us… it just helped up loosen up a bit, and umm last year." Harry blushed.

"Last year!? You two were twelve!" Hermione said.

"And it was a very enjoyable snog, wasn't it Harry?" Draco asked as the door opened once more. Ron was in a state of silence, covering his red face. Harry blushed and nodded and moved so Draco could sit next to him. Draco closed the door behind him as he stepped in and sat down next to his boyfriend. "There were rumors that the Dementors got to you… are you okay Harry?" Draco asked.

"I'm fine Draco, the man in this compartment, Professor Lupin, somehow repealed them. He gave me chocolate and it made me felt better instantly." Harry said.

Draco looked relieved, and slightly confused. "Professor Lupin?" he asked.

"Our newest Professor here I guess." Hermione said, "And after this, it's fairly obvious which position he is in. Sorry Ron."

Draco nodded and mumbled, "Finally, a teacher who actually knows what he's teaching in that class." But only Harry heard him, so only he giggled. The two ignored him and Draco just smiled and kissed Harry's flustered cheek.

Harry turned to Draco and said "Where were you? I looked for you but couldn't find you."

"Well, sorry Harry." Draco blushed. Theo, Blaise and I waited for you in an empty compartment near the end of the train, but five minutes before the train left, Pansy Parkinson, along with her friends Millicent Bulstrode, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass decided to sit in our compartment. There was no room left, and they just wouldn't leave."

"What? Why would they do that?" Harry wondered, "and who's Tracy Davis?"

"I don't know, Pansy just strolled in as if she belonged there and sat next to me. It was… it was weird." Draco said, he leaned in and whispered "She tried to rest her head on my shoulder! It was completely disgusting."

Harry felt immediately jealous and rested his head on Draco's shoulder, moving so he was comfortable. "Like this?" He asked.

"Yeah…" Draco said, he wrapped an arm around Harry and said "But you feel better. Smell better too."

Harry smiled at that and said "Good." Draco stayed there for the rest of the train ride, and as the train pulled into the station in Hogsmeade, Professor Lupin came back in and gathered his trunks. "I will see you kids later, I need to inform Headmaster Dumbledore about what transpired here today. That, and it would be nice to tidy my office to my liking."

He left without another word and soon the train fully stopped. Hagrid's familiar voice yelled for the first years, and as soon as they were out the other students got out. Draco and Harry were somehow separated in the sea of students that rushed out of the Hogwarts Express, their hands separated by a very speedy, and very big, Hufflepuff who was trying to catch up with his friends. As a result, Harry got on the horseless carriage with Hermione, Ron, as well as Neville who got on last second. "Hello Neville." Harry smiled at the meek Gryffindor.

"Oh! Umm hi…Harry." Neville said, looking at Ron and Hermione. They were sitting on the same side, and Neville was next to the Slytherin.

"How was your summer Neville?" Harry asked.

"It was… alright I guess… Harry." Neville said. Harry could see that something was bothering the Gryffindor. He decided to look at Neville for a moment to see if he could see what it was. From his understanding, Neville actually lost weight, though not a lot. He still had baby fat on his cheeks, and his stomach was slightly round, but Harry thought that those made the teenager look cute. His hair could stand to be longer, but other than that Harry thought that Neville looked cute, in an innocent kid in a candy shop kind of way. Though right now, Neville looked like he was stepping on thin ice.

"Anything the matter Neville?" Harry asked.

"N-No nothing's the matter Po—Harry." Neville stammered. He looked a bit red, and Harry thought he knew why Neville was stammering. "It's okay Neville, just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I'll hex your head off." Harry smiled.

That didn't seem to help as Neville paled. Harry frowned slightly at this and shrugged his shoulders. He'll try again…later. The carriage ride was a bit awkward after that, Neville was glancing between Harry and Ron, not knowing what to say. Harry tried his best to ignore Neville, and instead talked to Hermione and Ron about their new classes, particularly Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione doubted Hagrid's ability as a teacher, but Ron defended him, saying that while Hagrid might have a weird idea of what kind of animals are "safe" he can't be worst than Lockhart.

The carriage arrived at Hogwarts and Harry was the first to get out, quickly searching for his boyfriend. He found Draco a bit ahead of him, along with Blaise and Theo and a group of girls he tried his best to ignore. "Draco!" he said when he was close enough. Draco and the others turned around and the boys all smiled when they saw the smallest Slytherin.

"Harry!" Theo and Blaise said at the same time. Harry pushed past the crowd and reunited with his friends, the three hugging together while the crowd simply walked around them. "Harry! It's been too long!" Theo said. Harry nodded and had a good look at Theo. Instead of his usual pale, porcelain skin, there was a tanned skin that showed from spending the entire summer in Italy on private beaches that the Zabini family owns.

"You look great Theo!" Harry said, "and you too Blaise!" It was true, just like Draco, Blaise had the beginnings of a muscular physique which Harry could clearly see through the button down shirt and robes Blaise was wearing. It also helped that Blaise flexed, showing a chocolate skinned bicep. Harry made a little note that it was bigger than Draco's.

"Umm Draco! What is the hold up?" A high pitched yelping sound asked. Harry looked and grimaced when it was Pansy who spoke. Draco rolled his eyes and said "The hold up, Parkinson, is that I am finally reunited with my boyfriend after you and your gaggle of girls took all the remaining seats in our private compartment."

Pansy laughed, along with the rest of her friends, and said "Draco! You know it's wrong for boys to spend so much time with each other, mother said that they need a girl's presence in their lives. And that's what we're doing. Isn't that right girls?"

"Yeah," the girls agreed. Daphne walked up to Theo and said "That tan makes you look very handsome Theo… makes you look stronger I think." She smiled.

"Umm thanks…" Theo said, not knowing what to do he turned to Blaise. Harry looked at the girls for the first time and really noted them. Pansy, just as the last time Harry saw her, looked like a squashed pug, with her nose pointed up as if she knows everything. Millicent still looked like a troll to Harry, though now she looked like she can easily break Harry's back. Daphne seemed like the only pretty one of them, having long black hair and looking the most noticeable of the three…four. Harry forgotten about Tracey Davis, and looked for her, she seemed so ordinary that Harry didn't recognize her. He watched her for a few seconds, then decided to continue ignoring her. She didn't seem important to him.

Blaise blatantly ignored her and the rest of the girls, focusing only on Harry. "Harry!" He smiled. Harry stared at Blaise and again, couldn't help but just look at him, as if Blaise was the only guy who Harry must pay attention too. His smile was heartbreaking, his teeth all white and perfect. Though, Harry could sworn that he saw a two pointed teeth. "Harry! Theo and I have news for you and Draco, important news." Blaise smiled, he glanced at the girls and back at the dazed Harry, perhaps we'll talk about this in the dorms, yeah?"

"Yeah…" Harry said, snapping himself out of it. Blushing he stuttered "Umm yeah Blaise."

Blaise just chuckled and kissed Harry's forehead. "Alright then, go back to your Malfoy cutie, before he tears the pug to pieces."

Harry blushed very deeply and nodded, returning to Draco and wrapping his arms around Draco's waist in a hug. "Let's go inside Draco, I'm getting hungry." Harry said.

"Alright love, let's go." Draco chuckled. He took Harry's hand and together they started to walk off.

"Hold it!" Pansy yelled, trying to catch up to the two pairs. "Draco! Why are you ignoring me?" She asked, making it so that only the Slytherins can hear her. Draco ignored her, and instead turned his attention to Harry. "I take it that you restocked on those muggle comics you like so much."

"I did." Harry smiled, "I brought the issues that were between A Death in the Family and the gift you gave me, and about a hundred issues after that."

"A hundred issues!?" Draco asked shocked. "Harry, if they're as thick as the one I got you—"

Harry began to laugh and said "Nope, they're not Draco they're small. Like I can finish one in a night small. And when I'm done with that, if I'm done by Christmas, then I'll be mostly caught up! Though, I don't know if I want to be… because that mean that I would have to wait for new comics to come out of America…" Harry paused and thought about this as if it was a very serious problem.

Draco sighed and said "Or you just take as long as you want Harry, and not forget your priorities."

"I won't Draco, of course I'll make time for you… and maybe homework." Harry grinned at his joke. Draco rolled his eyes but said nothing. They went into the Great Hall and took their seats at the Slytherin Table. Harry looked at the Gryffindor Table and waved at Ron and Hermione, who was sitting with Neville and the other Year three Gryffindors. They waved back, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas sharing a smirk at Harry as Draco wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled Harry closer.

"Looks like you made more friends." Draco whispered.

"I'm friends with all of the Gryffindors in our year… I think, I just barely talk with most of them." Harry whispered back. Draco just nodded and looked around. His eyes immediately latched onto the Head Table, where Professor Lupin just sat down. Professor Snape glared at the man and Draco whispered, "I wonder why Professor Snape is glaring at Professor Lupin."

Harry looked at the table and saw the glare Snape was throwing. Somehow the man knew he was being watched and looked at the Gryffindor Table, scanning the students before turning back at Lupin. He said something, but Harry couldn't hear nor read Snape's lips. "I don't know, maybe they know each other from somewhere." He concluded.

"Maybe." Harry agreed. The First Years came in at this point, but Harry didn't pay any particular attention. Instead he looked down the Slytherin Table to look for his fellow Quidditch teammates. He saw the fifth years, Adrian and Terence sitting near the end of the table, always together and talking with another fifth year that Harry didn't know. He remembered that Adrian and Terence decided to quit to make room for both Harry and Draco, and to focus on grades. Harry hoped that now that Flint graduated last year, that one or hopefully both would come back. He looked down and saw Graham Montague, his body built more of a Beater than a Seeker as his large, hairy arms flexed when he crossed them over his chest. He looked down at Harry and smirked, opening a huge hand to wave at him. Harry waved back and saw next to the large Montague, was the petite Miles Bletchley. His hair still long, the pride of his joy, and his face pretty and soft. Miles gave a soft laugh, and looked at Graham who was waving at Harry. Miles looked down at Draco and Harry and smiled at him, his face oddly mother-like. Harry didn't particularly care for his team's Beaters, but he did see them somewhere. It was when the Sorting Hat finished singing, and he saw Marcus Flint that he did a double take.

What is Marcus Flint doing here? He should have graduated last year, he was a seventh year! But yet here he is, talking and gloating with the oldest Slytherins around him. Flint must have felt Harry staring at him as he turned at Harry and smiled. He smiled something sinister and it sent a dangerous shiver down Harry's spine. He looked straight at his plate and stared straight ahead for the rest of the feast, barely moving his head to where Flint was sitting as he ate.

Soon it was time for the third year boys to retreat to the dorms, and "fix" the beds as they were too far away from each other for their liking. Harry and Draco made sure that their beds were close to each other, with enough space for a nightstand between them for the rare occasions that they want to sleep in different beds. And Blaise and Theo did a similar thing, Blaise making it a point to make sure the two four poster beds are touching each other. Theo simply shook his head and gathered his belongings on his side of the bed. Harry remembered that there was something that both Theo and Blaise wanted to tell them and said "Blaise, Theo… you guys said that there's something you want to tell us?"

"Yeah, sit down… I think you'll have trouble believing this." Blaise said. Draco and Harry sat on their bed and Theo and Blaise sat on there's. "Well, first I have to ask how well you guys know of Veelas." Blaise said.

"Veelas?" Harry asked confused.

"Veelas are magical creatures, known for their allure and beauty. They are known to be like sirens of the land, able to get the hearts of men around them. It is as if you cannot look at them, their beauty becoming the center of the world as you enter a hypnotic daze. They are known to marry wizards Harry, resulting in half-Veelas, and that is how they survive. For the Veela is a species made up entirely of females." Draco said. He looked at Blaise and said "What is this about?"

"Well, my mother told me that she and my grandmother are half-Veelas. And umm… something very unexpected happen." Blaise said.

"I'll explain." Theo said. "Blaise, in his blood runs the blood of the Veela, but it's weak and supposed to be dormant. Yet, it appears that it was suppose to become active, though at a later date. In simpler terms, my Blaise is one-fourth Veela. Meaning that he has the allure, and a mate. Though, fortunately the allure only affects guys like us."

"And you are his mate." Draco said. Theo nodded and said "Yes. Though, Blaise's genes prematurely activated. They should have, to use lack of a better word, turned on after we are done with Hogwarts."

"What made them turn on prematurely?" Harry asked.

Blaise and Theo looked at each other and Blaise said "We think that it was the potion the Weasley twins gave us second year. It somehow awoken my Veela genes, and so until Theo and I officiate mate—"

"Which we will not do for a long time." Theo glared at Blaise.

"—I'll be like a lighthouse to all of the homosexuals in Hogwarts. They can't help but stare at me. I'm sure you already had that effect Harry." Blaise smirked. Harry blushed and nodded, hiding his face in Draco's chest. Blaise chuckled and said "I can't help it, I'm just that sexy."

"And mine." Theo said shortly. He yawned and said "I'm going to bed now, I suggest we all do the same. And Blaise, remember what we agreed on."

"Yes mi amore." Blaise said, smiling sweetly, and wickedly at the same time. The four then changed into their pajamas and went into their beds, Harry snuggling into Draco's embrace and Theo in Blaise's.

The next morning, the four boys woke up and got ready for the day. Harry pulled out his schedule, and saw that he had Divination first. He had that class with Blaise, while Theo and Draco had Arithmancy. He gathered his books and went down with his friends to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Good luck with Arithmancy baby," Blaise chuckled.

"It's better than drinking tea and sprouting nonsense." Theo said, taking a sip of his drink. Blaise laughed and said "Yeah, but I rather drink some more tea than try and understand the math in Arithmancy."

"I'll have you know that Arithmancy is very important." Theo said. Blaise just shrugged and said "Well, I am very happy for you baby, but I just do not understand it. Come on Harry, we better leave now to find the classroom." He stood up and kissed Theo. "See ya baby."

Harry stood up and blushed. He kissed Draco's cheek and said "I'll see you later Dray…"

"See you love." Draco said, kissing Harry's cheek.

Harry followed Blaise out of the Great Hall, and on their way met up with Ron and the rest of the Gryffindor boys. "Hey Ron! You're taking Divination too?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Thought it would be easy." Ron smiled. Harry returned the smile and looked at Neville. "You too Neville?" Harry smiled sweetly.

"Umm….err yeah." Neville blushed, avoiding Harry's eye and stepping quickly ahead of the rest of the boys. Harry looked confused and looked at Ron, "What's wrong with Neville?" he asked.

"We don't know. He's been like this since the train." Dean said.

"Yeah," the Irish teen agreed, "We were in the same compartment and Neville was blushing the entire way, hiding behind his plant."

"Plant?"

"Neville is very into and very good at Herbology." Ron said.

"Really? I never knew that." Harry said. He knew that the shy Gryffindor was good at Herbology, but he never knew it was his passion.

"Yeah, it's mostly what he talks about." Seamus said, "When he's not trying to avoid us."

"Yeah, it's like he has this big secret that he doesn't want anyone to know." Dean said.

"Ehh, give me a few minutes, and I'll have him singing his secret." Blaise smirked.

"I don't think that's a good idea Blaise, you'll might just care him worst." Harry said. "Especially with how… direct you are."

Ron snickered, along with Dean and Seamus. "I think Harry's right Zabini. You're good looking and all, but I think this is a Gryffindor's problem." Seamus said. Blaise rolled his eyes and smiled at Seamus, "Trust me, I think I can handle a boy like Neville." Harry saw that both Dean and Seamus stopped and just stared at Blaise for a moment before gaining their senses. He didn't want to say anything, so he and Ron talked as they walked to the North Tower, where the class was held. They finally got to the classroom and climbed the ladder into the classroom.

The classroom was full of pillows, armchairs and small tables. Instead of desks, there were just large pillows as huge drapes hung from the ceiling. On the tables were crystal balls that Harry wondered if he would have to look at them. Everything was lit by a dim red light, and the curtains were closed. "I wonder where the Professor is." Harry said.

"She should be here." Hermione's voice said, shocking Harry. He turned around and said "When did you get here?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.

A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, "Welcome," it said, "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."

Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and Harry saw that she was very thin, her large glasses magnifying her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy, spangled shawl. "Sit my children, sit." The Professor said. Harry, Blaise and Ron sat themselves around the same round table, Hermione joining them. "Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field…"

Harry wondered to himself if this woman was serious. What use is teaching a subject, if books and lecture can only take you so far, and the students need to be born with the ability? His thoughts were interrupted as the Professor continued to talk. "It's a Gift that few possess. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville. "Is your grandmother well?"

"I think so." Neville said tremulously.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," Professor Trelawney said. "We will be covering basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading tea leaves. Next, we shall progress to palmistry. By the way boy," she shot suddenly at Seamus, "beware the red-haired girl." Seamus looked at Dean confused, but Professor Trelawney just continued.

"In the second term, we shall progress to the crystal ball—if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu, I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our numbers will leave us forever." A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but the professor seemed unaware of it. She had the class divide into pairs as she waved her wand and the crystal balls turned into silver teapots. She waved her wand again and a large silver teapot floated around the room and stopped briefly at each table and filled the smaller teapots.

Blaise and Harry were partners and filled each other's tea cup. "Better taste good." Blaise mumbled to himself as he and Harry drank until there were only the dregs left. They swilled the cup three times with their left hand, turned the cup upside down onto the saucer, waited until the last of the tea drained out, and then gave the cup to each other to read. "Right Harry, do my first." Blaise smirked. "Tell me we all get to play later."

Harry blushed and turned Blaise's cup over. "Let see," he said, consulting his text book. "There's cross right here… and that means you'll have trails and suffering, and there's also a sun I think, if you look at that circle. That means happiness… I guess. So, so far you're going to suffer but be very happy… I think.—"

Blaise gave a short snicker, which caused Harry to look up. Blaise wiggled his eyebrows and Harry blushed, looking back at the cup. "There's also a umm… is that an candle on a wing?"

"Where?" Blaise said, looking at the cup.

"There, right about the joyous suffering." Harry said.

Blaise consulted the book, "Well, candle means long-lasting, and the wing means… err strange it's not here."

Harry looked at the book and said "No, it's right here Blaise, the wing is love. So you'll have long-lasting love."

"That's sweet." Blaise said, "Joyous pain and long-lasting love, can't wait. My turn to read yours now." Blaise took Harry's cup and flipped it over, reading it. "Let's see, first thing I see is an acorn, which means err… 'A windfall, unexpected gold.' Kind of pointless seeing how you're a Potter, but it couldn't hurt I guess. Let's see this thing here is a… what the hell is that? Some sort of animal?"

"Let me see." Harry said. He looked in the tea cup and saw a something. "Looks like a snake wrapped around a sheep to me."

"Then you must like it rough then Harry." Blaise snickered.

Professor Trelawney whirled around as Harry let out a small meep and blushed. "Let me see that." She said, taking the cup from Blaise. "The falcon… my dear, you have a deadly enemy."

"Everybody knows that," Hermione said, looking from hers and Ron's cups at Harry and Blaise. "It's You-Know-Who."

Professor Trelawney stared at her for a moment before turning back to the cup, as if Hermione didn't speak at all. "The club…an attack. Dear me, this isn't a very happy cup. …"

"I like mine better." Blaise said.

"Me too." Harry agreed.

"The skull …danger in your path, my dear. …" Everyone was staring as Professor Trelawney read Harry's cup. She gave the cup a final turn then screamed. She backed off and sank into a nearby vacant armchair. A hand was at her heart as she closed her eyes. "My dear boy… my poor, dear boy… no… it is kinder not to say…no don't ask me!"

"What is it professor?" Dean Thomas asked at once. Harry threw a small glare at him, but was a bit curious too. How much worst can his cup get?

"My dear," she said dramatically, her huge eyes open and staring at Harry. "You have…the Grim!"

"The what?" asked Harry.

"The Grim, my dear the Grim!" cried out Professor Trelawney. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen—the worst omen—of death!"

Harry looked at the cup and saw a filling of a dog's head. His memory immediately went back to the night he blew up his aunt. There, in the shrubs across the street Harry saw it. A huge black dog! Harry thought nothing of it then, and maybe nothing of it now. But, he just couldn't shake off the dread that filled up inside of him. The class erupted with noise after that, the rest of the students wanting to see the cup as Harry silently went back to his seat with Blaise. He was in a daze as he thought about it. Death, death was following him. There was a cheerful thought, Harry thought.

"Don't let it get to you Harry, all that negative stuff? It's all a bunch of hogwash." Blaise said, "And most of the positive stuff too. I don't need a teacup to tell me my future, I already know who." Blaise chuckled to himself, as if he was thinking of something. Harry noticed by the way his eyes glinted it was something very naughty and embarrassing. But he knew that Blaise was trying to help him, so he thanked the one-fourth Veela. "Thanks Blaise."

"Anytime Harry! You're too cute to worry about these silly things." Blaise smiled. Harry blushed again, that familiar feeling that Blaise's Veela genes caused coming back, but just for a moment. Harry wasn't in a daze, but he felt more comfortable with his friend around, and that's what he needed right now after the Professor predicted his death. A friend's comfortableness.

A/N: Let's see… in my tea I see…. A tiger which shows I have new followers, a penguin which shows I have new favorites… and a monkey which shows I have reviews. I will love and cherish each as I do! And now I see… I see…. Replies!

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: How can I forget you? For awhile my email was jealous of you so it didn't show your reviews. And yes, I will ruin you all with the gayness I have! For gayness is love. And I have a lot of both. Hope you like Lupin's arrival. Sirius is not soon, but later.

Tay: Yes, Harry's naivety is adorable. I'm still trying to find a way of how he gets to know about sex. But the deed won't be until fifth/sixth year at least. And I hope this chapter answered that question.

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