I do not own Harry Potter, or Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Warning: Innuendo, bad language.

Ti voglio tanto bene- I care about you very much. (Italian)

Mon frere- My brother (French)

Je t'aime- I love you (French)

Chapter 9

After a long, satisfying shower, Violet and Reborn dressed, then met up with Blaise and Draco.

"Well, don't you look like the cat who got the canary?" Blaise said, grinning at Violet and Reborn.

"Oh no, Blaise. I think she definitely got the cream, not the canary." Draco said, in a tone drier than dust.

Reborn smirked, while Blaise snorted.

"Oh? Don't be jealous, love. I know how much you adore cream, but I am sure you will get a taste soon." Violet said sweetly, her smile full of teeth.

They settled down at a table, ordering lunch. After a light meal, they started to discuss their next location.

"I know Vi wanted to go to Sicily, which is fine by me." Draco said.

Reborn cleared his throat, causing the other's to give him their attention. "There is a lot of Mafia activity near Sicily, cara. Maybe it would be best to stay away from that area." He said, giving Violet a speaking look.

Draco held back a smirk by the merest thread, and actually sat back in his chair slightly. This was gonna be good.

Violet focused her sharp gaze directly at Reborn. "Excuse me?" She said, her tone causing all three men to shiver. Blaise and Draco were well aware that it was that tone- that one right there- that she used before the pain came.

Reborn, new to Violet as he was, had no idea exactly how close he was treading to danger. Blaise and Draco winced in sympathy for the poor, misguided man.

"I would do everything I could to protect you, Violet. But it's best to just avoid the area." Reborn said. He felt slightly nonplussed that his 'danger sensor' was poitively blaring at him to stop talking. He just wasn't sure why.

Draco's chair scraped loudly against the pavement as he put as much distance as possible between him and Reborn. Reborn looked quizically towards Draco at the noise, and froze at the look of abject horror on his and Blaise's face.

"You think," Violet started, her voice silky and practically leaking killing intent. "that I need to be protected?" Violet said, raising her eyebrow at the arrogant Hitman.

Every cell in Reborn's body was screaming at him to tread very carefully. He could feel Violet's magic wafting from her body. So much power, it was a physical weight. He realised then how ridiculous what he had said sounded. He had implied that she could not protect herself. A war hero. A woman who had killed a Dark Lord that had held Europe in such terror, that they still would not say his name."Of course not, bella. You are a very capable Witch. I have no doubt whatsoever, that you can protect yourself. I would try to protect you, not because you cannot do it yourself, but because... ti voglio tanto bene." Reborn said, shifting in his seat at his confession.

Violet's look softened, and she smiled warmly at Reborn. Blaise and Draco started breathing again, surprised and impressed that the Hitman had defused the situation so quickly.

"I care about you very much, as well. However, I am not one to let fear run my life. I will be going to Sicily, with or without you. Are you coming with?" Violet said resolutely. She had let enough of her life be dictated by others. She refused to do so ever again.

Reborn seemed to understand, but looked apprehensive. "Of course, bellezza. I will show you all the delights of the area." Reborn said, gripping her hand, and kissing the back of it.

"You are a sexy motherfucker, Mr Reborn. Have you ever sampled the delights of the masculine form?" Blaise said, leering at the Hitman.

Draco smacked the back of Blaise's head, while Violet snorted at the look on Reborn's face. "Stop it, you miserable whore! Violet would have your cock detached from your body within 10 seconds flat." Draco said, furrowing his brow at Blaise.

"5 seconds flat, Draco. Do not underestimate me." Violet said with a chuckle.

Reborn cleared his throat. "I have never been tempted by the male form. I consider myself a connoisseur of beautiful women." He said, gazing into Violet's eyes.

"Smooth bastard." Draco said under his breath, looking reluctantly impressed.

"So... I have decided after Sicily to continue my travels. Reborn has offered to accompany me. I think I would like to go to Japan first." Violet said nervously. She wasn't sure how Draco would take this.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You plan to travel to Asia with a man you have just met?" He asked incredulously.

"How Gryffindor." Blaise said, voice deadpan.

Violet's face closed off, becoming colder, more haughty. "I am an excellent judge of character, Malfoy. As you both well know." She said.

Draco paled slightly at the implication. Violet had had every reason to never give him a chance. Even he could admit he had been a nasty, little shit. She had seen something in him, though. She had not listened to any of her 'friends' who tried to convince her otherwise.

"You are right, Vi. You are an excellent judge of character. I also know from personal experience that once you give someone your loyalty, it takes a lot to shake it. I love you like a sister, Violet. Just be careful." Draco said, for once looking earnest and serious.

Violet got up, and hugged her dearest friend. "Of course, mon frere. Je t'aime." Violet said, kissing Draco's brow.

"I will protect Violet with my very life. You have my word." Reborn said, and he meant every word.

The thought alone was shocking to Reborn. What was he doing? He did not trust people, or care for virtual strangers. He just wasn't wired that way. Betrayal was a fact of life to him. The less people you trust, or care about, the less it hurt later. They would either stab you in the back at first opportunity, or die - leaving you either way. What was so different about Violet? Why did he feel so warm, and protective of her?

Why had he been so drawn to her in the first place? She was beautiful, yes. Brave and sexy? Sure. But he had met other women who had those attributes. Why was he so attached to her? He felt almost a physical pressure when she had left the room earlier. He missed her- as absurd as that was - given that she was in the very next room! He felt the need to constantly touch her. Physical contact soothed something almost primitive inside of him.

Oh Dios Mio! Was it possible? Had he harmonized with Violet?! He wasn't sure, but he needed to be. He looked at Violet, and unfurled his flames. He reached out to her, coaxing her own latent flames out to play.

Reborn was astonished by what he found. What he thought was her primary Cloud Flames, and secondary Sky Flames, was upon closer inspection, the exact opposite! Her Sky was hiding behind her Cloud! Her flames also appeared to be loosening, in the first stages of activation. He had never heard of such a thing happening without a life threatening situation!

How was this possible? And worse, what was he going to do about it?