Bleeding Feathers
To be honest the three vampires thought they'd be the victims of Harry's infamous temper once unleashed, because let's face it Harry was taking all this a little too calmly, not to mention Weasly had been avoiding Harry since they're first confrontation.
So Draco was surprised when Blaise came into the Slytherin dormitory saying that Harry and Weasly were fighting. As soon as those woods left the Slytherin's mouth, Dean was running down the hall, he barely notice Blaise and some others running behind him.
It didn't take him long in finding them –just had to follow the sounds of cheering- he pushed his way through the sea of students to behold his Harry and Weasly wrestling on the floor, he was barely aware of Hermione helping to pull them apart.
"Ronald, have you lost your mind!" Hermione snapped, as she held the struggling red-head back with surprising strength.
"Then again maybe not so surprising" Draco thought as he held his too struggling mate, remembering the very strong punch the girl gave him in third year.
"Let me go Hermione!" Ron demanded, struggling harder, chest heaving, face red with anger.
"No, not until you've calmed down"
"What's going on here?"
The sea of students parted for the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall took in the four.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Just a…Just a little disagreement Professor" Ron finally said, slipping out of Hermione's now lax hold.
Harry snorted, Ron glared at him, and both Draco and Hermione noticed that the red-head had a busted lip, his nose was bleeding and he was slowly developing a black eye. Harry himself had a slowly forming bruise on his cheek; the Katuy felt a mix of pride and anger at that moment.
"All of you to class!" McGonagall ordered the crowd, the students quickly left, though some of them mumbling how they didn't have class, "the four of you follow me" the Professor then said to them.
The four students followed the Professor, Hermione and Draco keeping close to the boys should start fighting again.
"Oh dear, what happen now?" Madame Pomfrey inquired when they came into the hospital wing, quickly she ushered Ron to one bed and Harry to another.
"I would like to know that as well" McGonagall said.
"Ask him" Ron said pointing to Harry who sat across from him, "he hit me!"
"You deserved it!" Harry shot back.
"I have a feeling your mouth was the reason Ron" Hermione said, while Draco glared at the red-head.
"Mr. Weasley, hold still!" Pomfrey scolded.
"Enough!" McGonagall ordered, then turned to Harry.
"Now, Mr. Potter, tell me what happen?"
"Oh yeah ask him" Ron grumbled, gulping when the head of Gryffindor turned and gave him a look, before nodding to Harry to start his story.
"Well it was like this Professor"
-Flashback-
"Lucius"
The Dom paused in his nuzzling of his Sub's neck; he looked up at said mate who was on his lap.
"I need to go, I promise the Twins I'd met them at the Lake"
"They can wait five more minutes" Lucius purred, Harry gave a soft giggle when the Dom resumed nuzzling.
"No, they can't" Harry then said.
Harry tried to wiggle out of his mate's lap, only for the arms around his waist to tighten.
"Lucius" Harry huffed.
"Fine, but kiss first"
Harry rolled his eyes, ever since Severus took his first kiss, Lucius and Draco had been fighting to be his second, it was amusing to watch the two go at it, which was probably one of the reason why Harry refused to give them his second kiss.
"Okay" Harry then said, grinning when his mate perked up like a dog hearing the dinner bell.
Leaning back Harry gave a quick peck on the cheek before, slipping off of his now pouting mate.
"See you a dinner!" Harry called over his shoulder as he ran out the room.
The young wizard was halfway there when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Harry!"
Stopping Harry looked over his shoulder; he blinked in surprised when he saw Ron of all people coming towards him.
"Um hey" Harry said nervously, feet shifting, when the red-head stopped in front of him.
"Hey" Ron said equally nervous, and maybe a bit uncomfortable.
The two then stared at each other with awkward silence.
"So, um" Ron coughed awkwardly, "listen, I wanna um talk"
Harry glanced around there were a few students walking by, some looking at the two curious as they walked by, then back at the red-head.
"Okay, talk" he then said.
Ron looked like he wanted to say something about talking in the middle of the hall, but seem to change his mind as he started to stutter about until he finally just sighed.
"Look" he said starting over, "about you and…them"
"They have names Ron" Harry stated patiently.
"Right" Ron mumbled, "this thing you have with them, it's not…" he trailed off, obviously trying to come up with the right words.
"Not what?"
"It's not…not right"
Harry's eyes narrowed, "Not right?" he inquired.
Ron nodded, bracing himself, as though he was expecting Harry to blow up on him, and considering his temper, Harry wasn't that surprised.
"And how is it not right?" Harry then asked.
"They're Slytherin!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, saying the word Slytherin as though it explained everything.
"And you're point?"
"They're working for You-Know-Who, you said it yourself!"
"They're also my mates, Ron"
"Which means nothing!"
"And how would you know?"
In the back of his head Harry knew that they shouldn't be having this conversation in the middle of the hall where everyone could hear and see them, but at the moment he didn't care.
"You aren't there; you haven't been there since they day I told you Severus, Lucius, and Draco were my mates"
"But—"
"I don't know why I was surprised by your reaction; I mean I should have known, especially with what happen last year"
"Whatta you mean what happen last year?"
Harry stared at the boy in disbelief, was he serious?
"Are you serious?" Harry asked.
Ron just looked at him curiously, and Harry knew his answer.
"I don't believe this" Harry mumbled.
"What happen last year Harry?" Ron all but demanded, face going a little red.
"Oh nothing, expect my suppose best friend thinking I put my name in the Goblet, and turning his back on me like everyone else"
"I said I was sorry!"
"You shouldn't have had to say it in the first place! How could you think I would do something like that Ron!"
"I had thought—"
"Thought what? I wanted to be in the tournament? Well guess what, I didn't! I was glad to let C-C-Cedric have the spotlight, but I didn't get a choose! Just like I didn't choose for Draco, Severus and Lucius to be my mates, but did you let me explain, noooooo! You just blew up on me and accused me of betraying you!"
By now Harry was ranting and raving, repressed anger, and frustration simmering to the surface.
"Doesn't look like you mind now" Ron countered, "with the way you're all over them"
"Well duh, they're my mates, not to mention we've worked out our problems, not that you would know"
"Looks to me like you just love Slytherin dick"
There were some gasp and snickers from the crowd that had formed around them, but both boys ignored it.
Harry shrugged, it was more or less true.
"Just like your mother"
There were gasps, and Harry froze, there was silence, all eyes on Harry, and a now smirking Ron.
Harry's fist suddenly connected with the red-heads face.
-End Flashback-
"And you can probably guess what happened next" Harry said concluding his story.
"Thank you Mister Potter" McGonagall said then turned to Ron, "is it all true Mister Weasley, or perhaps you have something add?"
Ron looked at his Head of House, whose face was blank, then at Hermione whose face was curious but held no judgment, then at Draco, who looked ready to jump him if he gave the wrong answer. Finally at Harry who looked right at him, waiting.
"No" Ron said softly, "it's all true"
"Very well then" McGonagall said, "after you're done here we'll discuss you and Mister Potter's punishment"
"What—!"
"Fighting is prohibited regardless of the reason, Mister Malfoy"
"But—"
"Draco, it's okay" Harry said.
The blonde settled on growling at Ron.
Anthony stared down at the unconscious figure chained to the wall, his lips twisted into a wicked smile before he picked up the pail of water by his side, and threw the water on the figure.
"Wakey, wakey" he crooned, watching the figure cough and splutter, his smile widening when the figure finally looked at him and started to struggle.
"Now, now, none of that Ms. Umbridge" Anthony scold.
"P-Please"
Anthony tilted his head curious, "Please what?" he asked curiously.
"L-Let me go"
"Sorry no can do, now are you ready for you final punishment?"
Two vampires, emerged from the shadows, they unshackled Dolores, and carried her out the cell Anthony behind them, the woman whimpered when a door swung open and light poured over her face. The two vampires dragged her along, Dolores was barely aware of the feeling of grass before she realized that everyone had stopped.
"W-Where?"
"Alright boys, drop her in" Anthony ordered.
Suddenly she was falling, she wondered if they threw her over a cliff, and for a moment she felt peaceful, no longer would she have to feel that intense thirst, no longer would she have to suffer. She gave a soft grunt when her back hit something.
Dolores turned her head around, her eyes widen when she realized she was in a coffin, she looked up at the surrounding vampires, and if her heart wasn't dead it would be pounding.
"What?"
The vampires grinned, and then the coffin closed with a sentencing thud, engulfing her in darkness.
"No"
There was movement from above and then the sounds of dirty hitting wood.
"No! Please no! Stop please! Let me out! Please!"
Her hands that she thought were now weak pounded on the coffin, her voice that had gone hoarse form begging grew louder.
"Please! Please! Please! Let me out!"
Above Anthony grinned.
And that's the end of the toad, just so you know I got the idea of burying her alive (or undead) from the US Being Human, whatta think?
Now off to real-life work!
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