Warning & Disclaimer: Chapter 01. Beta-ed by Fatalonie Dineley (thank you ^_^)

Trinity Blood
C & P by G.Arnet, 2002-03
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Crimson 05a :: Save me... catch me if you can

It was a always good game between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor; a well played match between the two rivals. Prejudiced and bitterness aside, they played fair and square despite the distrust among other houses against the little serpents. Severus watched the game from the staff's booth, almost leaning against the empty bend behind him, for once grateful no one likes his company to even come close or sit near him. Minerva, who sat beside him, was completely besotted to the game, occasionally cheering for her team and scolded Lee, the announcer, to speak more equally as if she herself knew about it. Her loyalty would always go to her Gryffindorks. Severus wasn't much better but he wouldn't start yelling so /loud/ like that. He still had his dignity intact. Despite his age, sometimes Severus wondered if his long span of life gave him more insight than his /young/ (to him) colleague.

Potter and Malfoy were hovering a good fifteen to twenty feet away from the players. He couldn't make out what they were doing from this distance, and neither could the rest of the audience and the players. Though the Potion Master could tell Malfoy was looking at Potter with a couple of glances. Others would dismiss it as a rival kind of glance but Severus knew better. He didn't realize he was clutching unto his robes. He averted his gaze and now was looking at his little serpents playing against the cubs. This fair new Slytherin team did well under his and Lucifier stern teaching of what was legal and how to do 101 tricks to out maneuvered the Gryffindorks with cunning wits and Slytherin techniques learned from experienced. Severus and Lucifier were good players seldom outnumbered by /anybody/. The elder Potter and his cronies came close a few times but never good enough. It was true said, before Potter Junior came into Hogwarts, Slytherin almost won every school cup; Gryffindor only won twice when he and Lucifier were in school, and Charlie Weasley was after their time so it didn't count.

Slytherin and Gryffindor score was 150 against 160, in favor of the Gryffindor but the Slytherin came close. So it seemed it was up to the seekers to finish this fierce game as usual. The last one in their fifth year was won by the Gryffindor but only by 10 points. After that, there was no saying that the Slytherin only have brawn not skill. The game was violent in a good way. There was one good thing when Lucifier took over his /son/'s life. Luce stepped into the house politics like thirty years ago (when he just started his Hogwarts years).

My God, had it been that long? Lucifier had forced his Malfoy's charms and tricks when he took his role as Draco and entered the beginning of his fifth year. He turned back the tide to the time before the Dark Lord's first reign, a true serpent. He was in absolute power before the end of the week, and even the upper classes didn't dare to challenge his authority. It was expected from a Malfoy, the real Draco never came close, and his only two goons weren't worth a shit.

Draco was a fine lad, but he was never as cunning as a Malfoy. The poor boy was safely tucked with his mother, Narcissa, up North where they would be safe. Seth, one of Cain's childe, would make sure of that. After all, Luce had /borrowed/ them to enter Dumbledore's and Voldemort's chess game. Seth wasn't too please to lend his set of charmers, but Seth had owed Lucifier some favors. Severus smiled smugly. Draco was near perfect, almost looked like Lucius in his young age, but too spoiled rotten by Seth and Narcie (Severus' pet name for Narcissa).

Lucifier was a nut when he wanted something. At first it was out of boredom when he went to school and later entered the real Draco into the school just to keep an eye with the old coat, while he dragged Severus to enter the Dark Lord's inner circle. Their names were a guarantee, though the Dark Lord didn't know the extent of their power as the undead, concealing magic glamour was a charm to suppress their lust. The ignorant and self-righteous Dark Lord was too proud too stubborn to ask the dark creatures who remained neutral, unlike some people thought. This war was between the magic folks and magic folks only. It didn't stop Lucifier however, despite Cain reminding them often until his ears went red. Severus didn't want to at first, but when a child from Vatican and a child of the Knights became involved, with the approval of Dumbledore; the Potion Master found he was dragged into it. With Remus Lupin, he sneered when he saw the man from the far end, from Vatican; and Severus and Lucifier from the Knights, the Vatican and the Royal Knights got into deeper into the war. Lupin had had reason for he was friends with James Potter. Lucifier was different when his second reason to extend his stay, for the young Potter. The man was obsessed and he didn't know if it was alright. Because... he didn't feel right, like a premonition something might go wrong. Something's going on, Abel and Cain, what were they planned to do? He shook his head and took control of his nerves as he paid attention back to the game.

Draco maneuvered his broom slightly above Potter while observing the delicious boy under his lashes. He unconsciously licked his lips. The bond was strong when they were up close like this, just a little distances away; he swore he could smell Potter's scent, sweet like hot melted chocolate and the tangy of sweet, sweet rush of blood. He could hear the beating of Potter's heart pumping the blood and the rise of adrenaline. The Boy-who-lived was ever so passionate on a broom and the blonde had loved it every time they had this game. He had no regret staying, no regret when Cain scolded him, no regret when Cain didn't touch him again, and most of all; he had not regret claiming the boy. He was his, and would be, and soon.

The green-eyed boy tried to edge away from Malfoy but couldn't without taking his eyes from the game nor dividing his attention between searching away and trying to avoid the other. The blonde was ever so persistent and he found it attractive. Wait. He didn't just say /Malfoy/ was attractive didn't he? He did! Harry groaned. He didn't need this. Not now. But he couldn't dismissed his irrational annoyance away from the scene he witnessed down in the dungeon yesterday. It looked like Draco Malfoy was indeed involved with Severus Snape in an intimate way, not that it was Illegal. There was nothing in Teacher-Student relationship if the party was willing and above the age of consent. There was no frown upon homosexual either. Look at Professor Vector Sinistra and Professor Sybil Trelawney. EW, he didn't need to know how it came to /that/. Professor Sinistra was Trelawney's student before. She was as old as Snape.

Back to his problem, Harry admitted he was somehow attracted to Malfoy, and Snape. Granted, Malfoy was drop dead gorgeous and the most eligible single bachelor in Hogwarts (beside himself, but compared to Malfoy he was in the dust save for his hated fame). Now Snape was interesting. After he found out about Severus' spying activities, he grew some respect over the year. The man was not an evil greasy bastard anymore, but a human being with his own merits. Snape was not handsome or downright good looking, his nose was hook like a vulture, a sexy vulture that is. How he ever found the Potion Master sexy was beyond him. Ron would commit him to St. Mungo if he ever had wind of this. Okay, so the man was not gorgeous like Malfoy, but he was dark and quiet with a mysterious air around him. That was an attraction itself. Harry was a boy of light but he was always attracted to the darkness. It was more comfortable, because he was familiar with it, more so than the happy cheery day light. It was his habit, he mused, since he spent most of his eleven years of life in a cupboard under the stair, he thought bitterly. When he saw Malfoy just a few inches from Snape, he couldn't help to feel hurt. He tried to suppress the unreasonable raise in his chest.

The thread inside his head buzzed, Draco once again drifted his gaze over the dark-tanned boy. He silently smirked. His Malfoy charm didn't fail at all. The poor Potter was still miffed from the episode down in the Dungeon. Malfoy had to explain sometime soon. Didn't want to get a wrong idea from his rival now did we? But it was still good to know that Potter was somewhat jealous. He caught Potter's eyes and smirked. The green eyed boy glared back and dived all too sudden. Damn. Harry had sighted the snitch and he was, ah, temporary distracted.

Harry saw the snitch from the far end of the game field where the poles stood clear. He zoomed zigzag from pole to pole trying to pursue the snitch with Draco hot on his tail. The blonde was better than last year, thought Harry. He was still surprised at Malfoy's sudden burst of Quidditch ability. Not that he minded. He loved the competition all the same in his favorite game. He didn't know he shared Draco/Lucifier's love of competition.

The snitch went up and up fast and Harry and Draco flew higher with their brooms almost in 180 degree angle. They flew, splitting the crisped air. The snitch was even faster, more furious and almost breaking the sound barrier. Draco felt his ears ringing. He squinted his eyes, and was jolted in realization of the dark aura emitting from the little boy as Potter was closer and closer to grabbing the snitch. It was almost too late when Draco grabbed the end of Potter's robe, yanking him down when the snitch exploded. Normally Harry wouldn't loose control over his broom from Draco's jerk, but he was shocked from the explosion and he slipped. The Firebolt fell down when the owner lost control over his broom and fell with the audience screamed bellow them.

Draco dived once again and caught Harry's arm with a swoop. They were a good distance away above the ground and from the rest of flyers. The other couldn't make up what had happened and were stunned at their positions.

"Potter," Draco gritted his teeth. "Do give me a favor and climb up." His muscle was strained as he gripped Harry's arm tighter and used the other hand to hold his broom tighter to keep them from falling. His body and broom were tilted to the side from the heavy load on his right. His breath came in raged deep breaths. Harry almost cost him twenty years of his life. It was like the blood was sucked out from his heart and left it to die.

Harry just looked at Draco, stunned and shocked, eyes wide. Those wide green eyes were disorienting Draco because the glasses Harry wore made them look bigger.

The thin golden and white platinum threads in the back of his mind entwined and pulsed, synchronizing with his heart, pumping the blood rushing in their veins and heat from their joined skin to skin. Draco's touched burnt Harry and Harry's skin was like hot iron, neither seemed to care however. They were locked in heated gaze, blazing green eyes with golden ting and silver blue eyes froze the time. Their breaths were hot and the air smelled like their sweat and their significant scents. And their magic, gods, could it blaze this strong? Could their aura be brighter?

Then it clicked.

Harry looked at Draco funnily, trying to solve the problems one by one. He was no fool. This person who was holding him, saving him, wasn't the man he thought he was. Draco Malfoy was...

Still daggling freely in the air, Harry looked hard at Draco in their locked gaze, "You're..." he tried to say it. Harry's hand was slipping from Draco's. He tried desperately to hold the boy but Harry's arm slipped from his grasped. "Not... Draco..." Harry's voice hushed and the echo silenced the wind in Draco's ears. In the moment of distraction, Harry's arm slipped from him and he fell.

"HARRY!"

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TBC

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