Warning & Disclaimer: Chapter 01. Thank you Fatalonie Dineley & Lacey for beta-ing this chapter
Trinity Blood
C & P by G.Arnet, 2002-03
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Crimson 05B :: Free Falling
"Harry!" Draco cried out.
As he was falling, Harry concentrated on his magic, and like in his fourth year, he called his Firebolt. It zoomed into his grasp and he quickly wrapped his legs around the broom, mounted it and turned against the gravity. He tried to stop his fall. He successfully controlled the broom but he hit the ground anyway but he would survive.
Draco whistled at Harry's wandless magic, "Nice." He flew down slowly with his eyes still on the fallen boy, and he felt relieved to know the boy would be alright despite having a few injuries.
In less than a minute, people had gathered around the two boys in the middle of the field; the teams first, then the Headmaster, the Professors, the Gryffindor (mostly from the sixth year) and the Slytherin students with the rest of the student body following.
"Make way!" cried Madame Pomfrey as she and Professor Dumbledore got closer to Harry. Harry only had a few scratches and his knee bleeding. After checking that the boy was alright and made him promise to come to the Hospital Wing after the Headmaster was through with him.
"You're a very lucky boy, Harry," said the Headmaster, eyes twinkling as he smiled jovially.
Harry, blushing, could only nod and he tuned down the chattering around him. His breathing was irregular and his adrenalin still rushed into his head, making him dizzy. Hermione and Ron flanked his sides, protecting him from the mob and their gazes.
"Well then, I think twenty points for Slytherin is in order for Mr. Malfoy, don't you agree, Severus?" Professor Dumbledore asked, looking at Draco.
The dark haired Professor nodded, albeit still pale from his students' stunt in the air, but he hid it well.
Ron looked raged but he couldn't say anything against it, so he muttered, "Stupid git."
"Ron!" Hermione hissed.
The red head boy looked apologetically at Harry, but the Seeker just shrugged and tried to smile to reassure his friends that, yes he was fine, no he was not hurt /that/ bad, yes he would tell them what happen later, after he finished his business with Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore.
The Headmaster clapped his hands together and with his gentle commanding tone, broke the crowd away and sent them back to their dormitories, stating that there would be a Gryffindor – Slytherin re-match next month.
Draco's friends clapped his back and offered congratulations for the house points, but looked puzzled because he just saved the Potter Boy. *Just great,* muttered Draco under his breath. He had a lot of explaining (and some bullshitting) to do tonight. He rubbed his arm, and looked down at his hand, his fingers still tingling from Harry's touch.
Harry walked down the staircase from the Headmaster office. His wounds were bandage but Madame Pomfrey said he could take them off tomorrow before classes. The Headmaster would have Professor Snape and Professor Lupin to investigate the matter and that meant he had to meet them. He groaned. It was unbearable to be with the two in the same room. The tension was too high, it looked like Professor Lupin was ready to strangle the other man, and Snape's eyes could freeze hell. Not to mention with how things going on between Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy. And there was his mother's disturbing journal. Harry had read the first chapter so far; his mother's memory and researches. He also remembered part of his childhood that was block from the trauma when his parents were killed. Harry's inside tighten.
He was uncomfortable and he wanted to ask some questions; about the Snape, the Malfoys and Lily Evans. He clutched the inside pocket of his robes. The journal had not once left him. In away he felt safe and protected and loved with it around; and in some level, betrayed. They had lied. And Harry had learned to block the hurt very well.
He stared at his dirty clothes on the polished armor. He really needed a bath but he didn't want to go back to his dorm yet. He still needed time to recoup on what happened and maybe have some stability before he could face his friends. He was almost killed again. He shook his head. And there was the matter of Draco Malfoy who didn't seemed to be Draco at all but… still a Malfoy? Harry was confused.
He went to the Quidditch players' bathroom on the first floor. There was nobody there. He just barely took off his gear when he was assaulted, literally, by a warm mouth on his and two hands pushing him against the bathroom' walls. The attacker was taller then him by a couple of inches.
Harry's glasses were slightly tilted and he vaguely saw blonde hair and his eyes stared right at a pair of closed eyes. Harry gasped and the other boy took advantaged on thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. They moaned and kissed deeply, desperately; tongues tasting and probing. Their hands moved on each other's body, sighing and moaning.
They broke apart for a need of air. Harry was flushed and breathing heavily and the other boy was no better.
"Malfoy," whispered Harry. His eyes were wide and he was trembling.
"Potter," said Draco. He stepped closer, closing their distance and pressed his own body to Harry's once more. The green eyed boy's breath hitched and he dropped his head on the other's shoulder. Harry could feel Draco's hot breathing tickling the hairs on his neck. He shivered as he felt Draco tighten his grip on his arms. "You scared me, you fucking little shit." Well, Draco didn't mean to say it that way, but he was too tired to care.
Harry felt strange and warm all together, "Malfoy?" Draco lifted his face and stared deeply into Harry's green eyes before he kissed the other boy again, gently. Harry moaned and sighed and opened for him. Draco moaned and took the time to explore the hot and wet mouth with his tongue. He found that Harry tasted like earth and water, fresh and (thank goodness) alive.
"Ow, Drac…Malfoy!" gasped Harry. "Your wand poked on my thigh." He heard the other boy chuckled.
"But my wand is my back pocket, /Harry/." Draco then proceeded to grind their hips together.
"Oh… /oh/!" Now Harry could feel Draco's hardness pressed firmly against his own arousal.
Gold and white and magic and heat, they were those and more. The strands in the back of Draco's mind twirled and strengthened, tightening into one. Draco didn't realize that the silver was in Harry's mind but not in his and he didn't care. All he cared was the hot boy in front of him as he savored the essence of Harry's powerful being and magic. For the undead, this power is intoxicating.
Harry sucked on Draco's trusting tongue, making the blond moan. He was so hot and he felt his blood boiling. Vaguely, he knew he was pressed against Malfoy but somewhere in the back he felt another presence; silver strands, velvet black hair and black eyes? He was closer… and closer to know the other's identity when Malfoy squeezed his buttocks and made him yell. He heard the other chuckle. Harry growled deeply and attacked Draco's mouth with his tongue, and the other complied, letting Harry explore him in return. Draco tasted like ice and fire, thought Harry and for a while, he forgot about the silver strand.
They broke apart. Draco rested his forehead against Harry with their eyes locked and lost in each other. Silence descended and only the sound of their labored breathing filled the air.
At last Harry broke the silence. "You're not Draco," he whispered, too soft, but Draco heard it.
If he was tense he didn't show it. He tightened his grip on Harry's arms. "No, I'm not." He nipped the other boy on the lips and closed his eyes, just enjoying this brief feeling.
"Who…?" he stopped mid sentence as the blond kissed his jaw, his check and his ear, licking his earlob. Harry moaned and clutched the other's hands and entwined their fingers together.
"My name…" Draco's breath tickled his ear. He kissed the soft skin behind it and savored the delicious shudders that ran through Harry. "…is Lucifier."
He closed his eyes when the blond captured the other's lips into a desperate kiss. He opened his eyes to watch they devoured each other, hands moving seemingly everywhere over their bodies. He was transfixed on the beautiful colors radiating and pulsing from beneath their skins. The black eyes closed briefly as the shorter boy moaned when the blond captured those rosy red lips yet again into a searing kiss.
His hands clutched tightly into a fist on his either side until his knuckles turned white. He let out a shuddering breath.
Quietly he closed the slightly opened door, turned around and walked away, black robes billowing behind him.
TBC
06/09/03