So, I'm sure you all want to kill me for taking so long (and trust me, I want to kill myself too) and I'm sure you guys don't want a whole list of excuses for why it took as long as it did (and trust me when I saw the list is LOOOOONNG) so I will just say this: I'm sorry.
I really did try to update every single week but, as every senior of high school knows, you can barely breathe will all the down time you're given. Anyway, here's the chapter (hope you like it!) and I will respond to comments at the end.
So to everyone who wants me to type faster, look me up on tumble (same username) and yell at me! Because I do try to type as quickly as possible but when people yell at me to type it reminds me just how much people like reading it. Oh! And I'll post snippets of the next chapter too.
Note: There will be some Blaise/Neville parts in this chapter! (You'll know)
Dedicated to you guys, yea, the ones who pushed me into writing; you know who you are.
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Lucius clawed at his throat where Kyrie's human looking hands had decided to slam him into a wall and crush his esophagus—thoroughly taking away his needed supply of oxygen. Kyrie growled at the current Malfoy head and let his claws grow out and nicked his neck in five places and drug them down a bit so he had five long cuts.
"Now, Lucius, before I lose my temper more than I already have and kill you—which I know would depress my chosen ones—would you mind telling me exactly why you decided to give your son Voldemort's diary?" Kyrie watched the man struggle a bit more becoming more and more amused at the color his face turned before taking his hand away and watching him fall to the ground.
Coughing and taking in as much air as he could, he put his hand to his neck to stop the bleeding before looking up to the pissed off dragon. Severus and his wife were out of their chairs, the drinks they were enjoying before the dragon showed all over the floor, and they tried to come to Lucius' aid but he stopped them; he didn't want them to get mixed up in this mess as well.
"Well, Kyrie, you forget my hands are tied at the moment—don't you? It's either I follow the bastard and do his bidding or someone in my family 'suddenly' disappears and never returns. Just because my son has escaped that fate doesn't mean I have yet to." Lucius got up from the floor with as much dignity as a man would hand just been pinned to a wall and fighting for their life could.
Kyrie growled and cornered him into a wall once more but didn't pin him to it and reminded it that it was his SON that he gave the diary to when he could have given it to anyone else. Lucius snorted but a soft smile came to his face as he did.
"I did not force it upon my son, he took it by choice." Kyrie raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrow but didn't interrupt. "Actually, I set the diary on Potter's trolley in Diagon Ally and when Draco noticed he proceeded to make a spectacle of himself and discreetly took it back." Snorting Lucius folded his arms over his chest. "Though, why he thought that his little display would have slipped past me I have no idea."
Looking back up to the professor, Kyrie stared down at him with a bit of amusement, anger, hatred, puzzlement, and—above all—pity.
"You forget, great dragon, that I have more than Draco's—and now Harry's—life in my hands." Kyrie let out a frustrating sigh and punched Lucius square in the nose. He heard a satisfying crunch and a loud scream from him as he grabbed his nose in horror and agony.
"Don't let it happen again." Kyrie left the manor just as easily as he came and smirked at the thought that just passed through his mind.
He wondered how Lucius would react when he found out that his nose couldn't be healed by magic. He gave a hearty laugh and wished he had stayed to see the look in his perfectly marred face.
"You let Draco take what from Harry?" Lucius groaned. Great. He was sleeping on the couch for the next month and with the way Narcissa looked at him, he was falling asleep with at least a dozen more broken bones. Fan-fucking-tastic. He just had to go and marry a Black, didn't he.
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Draco took the first punch, as expected of a Malfoy, and it lead to all the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's throwing insults, fists, and even hexes at the other house. There were only four people left with grins on their faces when the fight was broken up by Snape.
Mission accomplished.
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"Hiya, Harry!" Neville happily skipped to walk alongside his housemate. Harry lost in own thoughts, looked up when his best friend called and grinned when the chubby boy started to walk with him to their 'detention'.
"Hi Neville." The two walked in a comfortable silence with matching smiles as they walked out of the castle. Anyone who passed them in the long corridor—in their house or otherwise—had the mindset to stay far, far away from the two.
The fight between the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's was of epic proportions and it wasn't exactly a secret; it did happen in the great hall, after all. But the smiles they were sporting as they walked to their detention…. It wasn't normal.
"I wonder how they were able to do it." Neville thought aloud, once again snapping Harry out of his wondering thoughts and back to earth. He looked over, thinking the boy had been talking to him, but the glazed over, far off look in his eyes told Harry that he was half talking to himself, half talking to Blaise, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Wonder how who were able to do what?"
"I wonder how Kyrie, Will, and Kay were able to take the four of us without looking like they were playing favorites." Ah, so that was it. Come to think of it, he had been pondering the very same question earlier that day.
Because the fight got so out of hand, and every person in both houses ended up fighting at one point or another, both houses got detention for the entire weekend. And, grudgingly, the Quidditch match between the two had been cancelled as well.
They were supposed to be sitting in the great hall with their friends doing absolutely nothing for three hours, like they did the previous night, but as everyone filed out the headmaster had called the four to the front and told them that they would be helping their professors instead of detention.
And there they were, heading down to the Black lake to (hopefully) learn to fly.
Harry shrugged and brushed the question off.
"They probably get special treatment because they're elves or something." Neville glared half-heartedly at Harry for the casual brush off of his kind but burst out laughing at the thought of their mentors standing in front of the playful headmaster and telling him an outrageous tale to get them out of detention.
"I have a feeling they stole a story from Luna." Harry could only agree with a nod as he laughed harder as he pictured Kyrie telling the headmaster about a pack of Crumple-Horned Snorkack attacking the castle and it was imperative they had their pick of students to help gather herbs for a potion to kill them.
Apparently Draco found the thought funny as he heard his mate's laugh though out his mind. Harry smiled softly; today was a good day.
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"I FUCKING HATE YOU KYRIE!" Harry screamed at the chuckling dragon as his wings tore through his back once more—only this time it was a hundred times more painful. Draco, in the same state of agony, didn't have the energy to snarl at the chuckle.
"Well of course it's more painful, young one. It's been over a year since they've come out and you're not in healing water this time." The dragon drawled out like the two should have known. Blaise and Neville felt horrible for their two friends as they stood next to them in the freezing water of the Black lake.
Blaise had his wings spread out and curled around himself and his mate. Neville folded his white and red wings against his back as Blaise had wrapped his arms around his waist. They had much less difficulty with their wings since they had to learn to retract them on their own and they also went to the room of requirement every now and then to make sure they could extract and retract their wings .
"Well why the bloody hell didn't you teach us how to retract them, then? The MAYBE we could have gotten used to the wings ripping through our bloody skin!" Draco snarled after he caught his breath and kept the contents of his stomach from upchucking. Again, the only thing the dragon did was laugh—apparently Kyrie found the pain worse than death funny when it was happening on this chosen ones.
After a long while, when both Harry and Draco felt nothing more than a twinge of pain (like the burn of a scab just healing over) when they looked back to the shore—Neville and Blaise, patiently waiting their friends both smiled and waded over to where they stood.
"Well, I gotta say Harry; I really like your wings! Oh, and you too Draco," Neville added hurriedly as he looked over to the blonde with a tiny blush on his cheeks. He shuttered when he felt along with heard, the deep laugh coming from Blaise.
"He doesn't like the color of them, Draco. They're too black for his taste."
"Blaise!" Harry laughed happily at the utter look of embarrassment that Neville had before he hid his face in his hands. The Malfoy chuckled as well and decided to jab at the already embarrassed Gryffindor.
"That's alright Neville! I'm sure you like Blaise's much more than mine anyway." Neville's ears turned a bright pink and a squeak escaped his lips before he could stop it; the three who weren't being picked on almost fell over in the water they laughed so hard. Blaise, having let go of his country mouse when he was laughing, patted his head and mentally apologized. Neville snorted but brought his hand back down to the top of the lake and he bristled his wings in irritation.
"How'd you do that?" Neville looked over to the other couple.
"What?"
"How'd you do that?" Confused, the Longbottom tilted his head slightly and his wings spread out a bit before folding back in—like they were confused as well.
"That! What you just did! How'd you move your wings?" Both Blaise and Neville looked back to the feathered appendages that they'd both had gotten used to when they were brought to attention. Once again, with very little effort on his part, Neville's wings spread out behind him.
"You can't move them?" Motioning to Harry's own leathery white wings, Harry shook his head before looking back to the appendages that were spread out behind him.
"No, not really; I mean when I shiver I can feel them shiver as well and they've twitched a few times since they've come out but it really just feels like extra weight on my back." All three looked to Draco and he nodded telling them that he felt the same as well.
"Well, maybe that's what it felt like at first for us but after a while it becomes like an extra set of arms—you just know how to move them." Neville shrugged.
"Yea," Blaise imputed as he spread his wings in and then out again. "We haven't done anything as advanced as flying yet but we can move them pretty well." At the mention of flying all four looked back to shore to see three magical creatures looking at them with interest. When the four looked onto them it broke their silence and brought them back to the present.
"Oh, don't mind us, we're just watching." Will waved them to get back to what they were doing but was disappointed when they didn't do what they were told. For a moment the two sides just stood there and look at each other before it was broken.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" A noise of half exasperation half annoyance came from someone in the group standing in the water.
"Aren't you going to teach us how to fly? Or is there another reason you drug us out here to stand in this freezing cold water?" Kyrie snorted again and this time a puff of smoke escaped his mouth; well wasn't he in an amused mood today!
"It's not our fault that you aren't smart enough to put a warming spell on yourselves." Draco rolled his eyes at the deflection of the question but waved his wand, none the less, and all four shivered when warmth rushed through their bodies.
"So,"
"So, what?" Harry felt his eye twitch.
"So are you going to teach us to bloody fly or not? Because if you aren't, will you please enlighten me as to what the hell we're doing out here?" Kay rolled his eyes.
"It's not like teaching you to fly will happen overnight. What, did you think you'd come out here and you'd be in the air twenty minutes later?" The silence was his answer. "You're joking, right?" More silence. "It takes a bird almost eight weeks to learn to fly and you thought you could do it in one night?"
"Well it's not like we have any other experiences to go off of. Human don't normally go through flight training. Besides, it was you guys who told us you would teach us to fly today." Kay rolled his eyes and grabbed both of the men standing next to him before he waded to where the boys were standing the lake.
"Maybe we'll teach Blaise and Neville how to hover but you two are far from that point." Will looked at the two boys who looked crestfallen at the new information. 'Oh don't look like that! If you want to fly so badly just hop on your broomsticks; I'm sure that will suffice until you can learn to fly without killing yourselves."
The two still looked like they had just been told that Christmas was forever cancelled before Neville touched both their arms (of course, both dominate males growled but they had long overcome that detail) and smiled.
"Its okay guys, we'll wait until you can learn to fly with us; right 'Lais?" The smile directed at him quickly stomped out any bit of resistance he felt and his face melted into a soft smile—his eyes all on Neville and not on the two he was supposed to be supporting.
"Yea," The sound came out like a breath but there was so much emotion and devotion toward Neville that the Gryffindor was shocked. Locking eyes, the two shared a moment were the world just disappeared and everything, EVERYTHING, both felt was opened up and shared.
"Oh thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, you guys!" Harry leaped onto Neville, hugging him and making both fall to the floor of the lake. Giggles rose from Harry and Neville (after he cleared his head and realized what happened), and chuckles floated from Draco and his mentors, but a deep growl came from Blaise shocking everyone.
It wasn't the small, brush-off growl that both Draco and he made when their mates touched someone else, nor was it the growl that it escaped him on very rare occasion that Neville hugged someone. No, this growl made even Kyrie pause and look at him with caution.
Draco, very prudently, grabbed Harry by the wrist and yanked him off of Neville and into his chest before he wrapped his arms around him—protecting him. His wings, without his knowledge, curved in and wrapped themselves around his arms giving them another layer of protection.
Neville stood slowly, drips of water running off his body but the warming charm kept him from feeling anything and he moved over to the front of Blaise.
"'Lais?" Neville cupped his boyfriend's cheek and tried to talk to him mentally but nothing was working. Freaking out, Neville tried harder and grabbed Blaise's arms, nails digging into his skin, and kissed him.
'Blaise! BLAISE!' He kept trying when he didn't respond to the pressure of his lips.
Finally, finally, Blaise responded to the kiss and pried Neville's lips open with his tongue and turned the frantic kiss even more frantic but for a different reason. Neville, forgetting what he was worried about before and that they had an audience, let go of the coffee boy's arms and wrapped his own around his neck; throwing himself into the kiss. Their tongues warred and Blaise grabbed the back of Neville's legs before he lifted him and encouraged him with soft movements of his hands (and mental begging) to wrap his legs around him; he complied.
With another growl, this time more excited than enraged, he released Neville's lips and started to nibbled on his neck. Letting out a breathy moan, Neville clawed at the back of Blaise's neck. Happily mouthing away at the feast that was Neville's throat Blaise looked up to the shell shocked males standing not three meters away.
Letting go of the skin, Blaise bared his teeth to them, half in warning and half smug at the sound of loss Neville made when he let go. The warning was crystal clear and it wouldn't have gotten through their heads any more had he screamed it:
Stay the fuck away from him or I'll kill you.
And with that Blaise quickly turned his attention back to feasting on his submissive and quickly walked them back to shore and out of sight.
Still shocked, neither of the two students made a sound as they were still processing what happened. The three Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, on the other hand, suppressed fits of laughter for the sanity of their students.
"Was that," Draco paused and swallowed before voicing what he believed he saw. "Did Blaine and Neville have a pair of dog ears and a tail?" They just couldn't help it, they just couldn't. The professors burst out laughing making the two very lost students jump three feet in the air.
"T-they leave practically eating each other's faces off and dry humping and THAT'S what you ask?" Harry huffed and crossed his arms.
"Well, it's not like sex is foreign to us, we do live in a dorm and the already told us this might happen this year. But it's not every day you see a pair of humans with a dog tails and ears attached to them."
"Oh, and having a pair of wings is?" Kyrie gestured to their own odd human appendages and it was Draco's turn to roll his eyes that day.
"No, but it's even odder when a pair of boys, making out, has both a pair of wings and dong ears attached to them." Then he thought it over for a moment, "Wait, what happened to their wings? Did they disappear when the ears and tails came out?"
"First, they would be wolf not dog—don't make them sound so house trained—and second, yes, they did. Because they are still half human they cannot have both their animal traits and wings out at the same time. So, when Blaise felt that the claim on his life mate was in danger, the wings faded and his animal appeared—yes, you may take that both literally and sexually."
Harry and Draco's faces lit up like a tomato and they sputtered.
"Hey there! Sex is nothing to get embarrassed over. Just think, soon it will be you two that are rutting like animals and giving them a run for their galleons!" Their faces just got brighter and the light-hearted teasing continued.
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Blaise shoved Neville into the cobblestone wall of the outside of the castle and nipped on his adam's apple before sliding his lips up and fastening their mouths together once more. Unfortunately (or fortunately) their kiss didn't last long as Neville couldn't moan and kiss at the same time and he writhed in Blaise's hands as the Slytherin ground himself into the slot he's situated himself in between Neville's parted legs.
"H-ha, L-lais!" Neville let his head drop back so it softly hit the castle wall but this quickly changed and his eyes flew open when Blaise let his hand slither under his damp tee-shirt and play with one of his nipples until it was pebbled. "g-god, Lais!" Encouraged by the moans his mate was making, Blaise quickly retracted his hand and kept walking into Hogwarts.
Neville, if he could think straight, would have been both highly impressed and highly embarrassed that Blaise was carrying him all the way from the black lake to the nearest private flat surface inside of Hogwarts. But, as it was, Neville could not think straight, so all he did was latch on to a piece Blaise's neck and moan every time their hips collided.
Blaise was half drown in pleasure, half alert. His animal instincts wanted him to get anywhere where he could claim his mate but they were also telling him to stay out of sight; anyone who saw his mate in the state he was in right now would surely challenge him for his right.
It wasn't that hard for Blaise to maneuver his way into Hogwarts, even with his clingy mate hanging off him; he was in and walking down the main corridor within minutes. Thrilled that he saw no one around them, he walked just a touch faster to the nearest room but, alas, it didn't happen as easily as he wanted.
Both Neville and Blaise's head perked up when they heard the sound of a heavy door slamming open and useless chatter fill the corridor. Groaning and panting, Blaise sprinted to the nearest alcove and squeezed in just in the nic of time because a pair of Gryffindor girls turned the corner and walked right past the hidden alcove opening.
Blaise, knowing they were going nowhere fast (since detention just let out) went back to shoving his tongue back down Neville's esophagus rather than worrying about the students passing by.
"Lais," Neville broke apart, "Lais, we shouldn't do this," Blaise tried to attach his lips to his mate's again but he wiggled until Blaise dropped him and looked up at his boyfriend trying to be stern. "We'll get caught, Lais." At first, Neville was sure he won because his mate gave no protest but that notion quickly disappeared when Neville saw the evil grin sneak up on his boyfriend's face and heard the thoughts running ramped through their bond.
"O-oh no," The wave of lust that flowed through their bond made Neville shiver as he backed up as far as he could go, "O-oh n-no Blaise, we a-are not going t-to do that he…!" Neville didn't get to finish as he was caught by his mate and pushed into the corner.
"If my bad little Mouse doesn't want to get caught," Blaise licked at Neville's ear, "then I suggest you don't make a sound." And he slid down to his knees.
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So, I hoped it was at least, soft of, kind of worth the wait. It will get better! I swear! I actually have creative writing next term and found out I was allowed to write fan fiction in it! So guess what's going to be my project in the class…?
Anyway, here are my thanks to you all and really, find me on tumblr and SCREAM at me. It will force me to type.
The Feehan Lover: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! You have no idea how helpful you are. Even though I'm almost positive you'll never read this, I'm very greatful you gave such a long review! I'm not happy with people who just review 'this is crap' and don't tell me why! I read all of it and will start with putting that there is Blaise/Neville in the summary and I hope I can work on everything else you wrote.
TheBlondeWeasley: I really am sorry it took so long and I'm very greatful you haven't given up on me. Thank you!
DarrenHasMyHeart: Wow. Just, Wow. Thank you!
Sweet-Hearted SilverEars : Haha, yea, sorry about that. I have scatter brained writing so sometimes it really is. But it will get better and the plot line will get clearer soon!
atymer : Sorry I didn't fry him! I'm actually saving that until next time Lucius fucks something up. :3 And having Druella find out, well, just wait until later.
Ithil808: Ah, thank you so much! Sorry to keep you sleeping hours away! But for the grammar, *sigh* I know. Unfortunately, my AP language teacher keeps reminding me but it has surprisingly gotten better over the year.
Jostanos: Well now, I didn't even think about that! I guess it really is true that you write like the books that influence you the most. But, truly, I didn't even see that! I guess it's sort of true. Although, there's no way Draco would ever be the High king because Harry would have him whipped. But to your questions, yes: Drarry will definitely be happening soon *coughendofthirdyearcough* and Ron, I guess he's just there. I really don't want to off him but he's not really going to add anything to the story. Hermione, weeelllll, that's a surprise for next chapter! :3
Pkmn Trainer Bronze: Merlin, you're amazing!
bookworm19065 : At some point they will. I'm having the dragon and elves be super over protective guardians right now but next year, when Lupin is their DADA professor, they're going to learn EVERYTHING.