Blood and Promises

by T.K. Yuy

AN:  I'm soooo sorry about the long wait for new stuff!  I've been caught up with work and school, and the family's not been much of a help either.  Neither did the writers block.  But I sat down and made myself start to write, and eventually I came up with a chapter worthy of being posted.  Hope you all enjoy

Chapter 6- Changes

            The 1st thing Draco noticed about the building was that it wasn't a normal, big bucks apartment building.  It was, as he had thought passing it days before, a very expensive hotel.  A hotel that rented its ultra classy penthouses and suites to the rich and famous, for weeks, possibly months, at a time.  He scoffed at the amount of money Harry was obviously making.

            Idiot, he founded the damn Phoenix, of course he's making a fortune.  The Ministry probably pays them not to take over, and those damn Goblins are kissing Potter's ass for saving them from Voldemort!

            The 2nd thing he noticed was the protection wards and Muggle repelling charms on the building.  That and the fact that it was crawling with Muggles.  He didn't understand why there were so many of them when there were such strong charms to keep them away.  He watched as everyone they passed either nodded, smiled or just stopped to stare.  Draco just didn't understand it.

            "Ah, Mr. Potter.  Good thing you're back.  We just a received a file from the Twins.  Seems Severus left something out of the folder Collin sent you."

"Thank you Marie.  Send it over to Mr. Creevy for the initial scan, and tell him I want it on my desk no later than 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir."

"And put a call into Padma Patil, see if she's heard anything.  I want to know where he's headed, where he's been, who he's been talking to, the whole nine yards."

"Of course sir."

            The girl, no older than 15 or so, ran off to take care of her tasks, and as they again headed for the elevator, Harry handed his briefcase to a punky looking kid that passed them.  Draco remembered seeing him at the club a few nights back.  Things were obviously not as they appeared.

            "Potter," he asked quietly, waiting fo the elevator door to shut before continuing, "what the bloody hell is going on?!  That boy was a Muggle!"

"Yes, and his name is Graig Masters, or CM for short.  He's part of my personal weapons team.  He was at the club when I went to pick you up, or didn't you notice the 5 others with guns, and one with a wand?"

            Draco thought.  No, he'd definitly missed that one.  Harry smirked and leaned back against the wall.

            "We'll be seeing a bit of this tonight, so find a spot that's comfortable."
"What?"
"We've got to go down to the basement to pick a few things up, and on our way up, we'll probably be stopping every now and then to pick up and drop off people.  This isn't a normal hotel Draco, or had that little fact escaped you?"

"I sensed the wards, but they don't make much sense, being that most of the people I've seen so far are Muggles."

"Muggles, yes, but they are all employees of the Phoenix.  I'll explain more about that in the morning, but for right now, think of this as a branch."
"A branch?  As in office?"
"Yes.  Head Quarters is in London, Diagon Alley to be exact, but to keep up around the world, we need 'branches' in various cities.  This building not only works as an upper class apartment building for our employees and staff, but as a research facility, arsenal, Wizard and Muggle library, a hospital, and many other necessary things.  The basement, as you will see, is anything but a basement."

            The elevator doors opened, and Draco was faced with one of the most amazing sights.

            "Holy. Fuckin. Shit." he cursed, stepping out onto the ancient stone walk way, "This is… this… I…"

            If Draco had thought that Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade were odd as a child, then Underground Manhattan was just out of this world.  For as far as he could see, Wizards, Witches, Muggles, and every type of magical creature lived together in this magical city.  The architecture was much like Diagon Alley, with cobblestone roads and flame lit street lamps.  Looking around, he saw an old trainstation, with a very modern subway train pulling out.  There were houses and shops, grass, gardens, even trees, and he was guessing that they were some 200 or more feet underground.  It was like something out of a dream.  Too unreal, and yet it felt right.

            "Welcome to Underground Manhattan, Mr. Malfoy." Harry said, motioning for him to step forward.

"Has it… has it always been this big?"
"It grows with the city.  Come, we've got some shopping to do."

"Shopping?  At 2 in the morning?!"
"The city above never sleeps, why should this one.  Besides, I was planning on starting your training tomorrow."
"Training?  Potter, I'm a fully trained Wizard, I don't think I-"
"I would not advise trying to tell me how to keep you alive, Mr. Malfoy.  You haven't held a wand in a little over 6 years, and I'll be damned if I leave you alone for five minutes only to come back and find you full of bite marks!  Now, either stuff your fucking pride, or find another way to get rid of the man you once called 'father', because I'm not going to deal with the selfish Slytherin bastard I knew back at Hogwarts!"
            Draco could only stare at him.  He hadn't expected that.  Not from the man that had made it quite clear that he was intrested in more than just protecting him.  It was then that Harry took his sunglasses off, and looked at the other man.  The hard emerald that met slate grey shocked  him to the extent that he didn't even see or feel Harry move forward and cup his face.  The eyes softened a little, and lowered, lips claiming those of the blonde, and the spark that flew between them was enough to make Draco jump.

            Good Gods… his mind was swimming in emotions he refused to acknowledge since his time at Hogwarts.

You alright?

How do you… my signature is too different for even my own mother to catch.  You've only-

I'll explain later.

            Harry pulled back, a mischievious smile on his lips as he started to lead Draco through Underground Manhattan.

            "I'm sorry I shapped, but you have to undertand that this isn't as easy for me as you may think."
"Obviously.  Can't keep your hands off me, eh Potter?"
"That's not the least of your problems, Malfoy."

"Oh, and what should worry me, if not your hands?"
"My mouth."

            Draco stopped, staring wide-eyed at him.  The way Harry made it sound, it came across as if he was a……

            "Potter, is that your way of telling me you're a Vampire, or am I just reading this wrong?  Because I certainly didn't pick up on it."

"Worse than a common Vampire, Malfoy, but you haven't shifted since the last battle, so I don't expect you to sense me."
"Shift?  You mean…"

"Exactly.  We'll finish this discussion later, but for now, we have a few provisions to pick up for your training."

~!*!~

            It was a good 2 hours later that Harry unlocked the door to his flat and lead Draco inside.  The bags they carried were dropped on the couch, and Draco proceeded to flop down next to them.  Harry took his coat, and hung it in the closet before moving to stand behind him, hands on his tense shoulders.

            "Your room is just down the hall, second door on your left.  All the things you could need are in the bathroom, just lock the hall door before you go in.  I'm going to turn in, we've got a meeting tomorrow, but you're more than welcome to make yourself at home."

"I have my own room?"
"Yes, why wouldn't you?"
"No reason, I just didn't think you'd be making me dance in a separate room."

"You can dance, Malfoy, where-ever you please.  Just keep the music down, and don't wake me until morning."
"You don't wanna watch?"
"As lovely as that sounds, I'm afraid I'm far too exhausted to be of any use to you.  If you're dance can wait until tomorrow, why don't you shower and get some sleep?"

"We never finished that conversation, ya know."

"Tomorrow, I promise."

"Okay."

            Harry had noticed, as he had when they were in school, that Draco thought and spoke before he knew what he was saying when he was tired.  It had been the start of many a rumor back in the day.  But instead of laughing, he helped him to his feet and lead him to his room, kissing his cheek before he shut the door and left him to his own devices.  It was then that a familiar tingle of energy reached his senses, and his eyes narrowed. He walked into his room and shut the door quietly, ignoring the naked body on the bed.

            "Hard day lover?" a thick masculine voice asked, the rustle of silk sheets reaching Harry's ears.

"Not hard enough that I need you here."

"Ouch."

"You'd better leave Terry, I have company."
"Well that much was obvious by the voices I heard.  So who did Ronniekins stick you with this time?"
"Ron didn't even know about this until earlier today.  And his name isn't important.  Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go to bed.  I have a meeting in the morning, and I'm sure I'll need my energy to deal with Ron and Hermione."

"Yes, they do get a little testy when you leave them out of the loop.  Why don't I help you relax?"
            Harry moved out of the brown haired man's reach and pulled off his shirt, tossing it dutifully in the wash basket by his bathroom door, and moved to pull out  a muscle shirt to sleep in.  The other man got up and slowly wrapped his arms around Harry's middle, and held on tightly so he couldn't get away.

            "Terry, I said no."

"And I don't take no for an answer, Harry, you know that.  Now, come to bed."

            Harry had picked up on the sound of running water coming from Draco's bathroom when it first started, but now he sensed Veela energy in the air, and knew that his charge was very much awake, and trying to make him crazy.  The energy, as he had found out in his 4th year from Fleur Delacour, was utterly intoxicating, and completely unavoidable.  If you were the target of it, you'd feel it.  And boy did he feel it.  He'd been feeling it since he saw Draco at the safe house.  So intent on feeling that energy, Harry didn't even notice Terry lead him back to the bed.  It wasn't until he was on his back with the other man straddling his hips that he was shaken out of his trance.

            "Terry, get off me, before I decide to physically remove you."

"You don't mean that."
"Wanna bet?"
"Your body sure doesn't want me to move, or have you not noticed?"
"I said get off."

            Terry smirked, but made no move to do as he was told.  As he leaned down to catch Harry's lips, the dark-haired Wizard's eyes flashed bright green, and he was flung across the room.  He shook the slight daze off and glared at Harry, raising his wand in defense.

            "You did not just do that!" he spat.

"I believe he just did."

            Harry didn't glance at the door, but merely kept his eyes fixed to Terry across the room.  Terry however, pulled a gun from the bottom drawer of the dresser, and fixed it on Draco, his eyes never leaving Harry.  The blonde man, dressed in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers (which really didn't hide much), stepped through the door completely, walking with a lethal grace that made Harry's confined arousal twitch across the room.  He knew the gun was still trained on him, and he heard the safety click off just as the hex flew from the wand.  He jumped into the air, and in a swirl of black, landed on the bed, guarding Harry.  Or rather, a shining white Dragon –an Angel's Dragon- was guarding him.  His wings were deep transparent green, folded around Harry's body, his elegant snout pressed into his neck.  His underbelly had a slight metallic sheen to it, giving off the illusion of silver, and his tail flickered like a pissed off cat.  The bullet skimmed between his shoulders, embedding itself in the elegant dark wood of Harry's headboard, and  Terry dropped the gun as the silver blood disappeared in a flurry of green, a lightning bolt appearing in black.

            "Holy. Shit!"

            The Dragon raised himself off Harry, wings folding a bit, and he turned to glare back at him, eyes glowing ice blue.  He growled and started to turn around when Harry's hand grabbed a wing.  He looked back at the Man-Who-Lived, and as Harry's hand moved down to the scar, he knew what he was asking. 

            Roll over, or I can't get comfortable, Potter.

Keep calling me that and you can forget it.

            "What the hell is going on?" Terry demanded, scrambling to get his clothes on as Harry rolled onto his stomach and the Dragon stepped up onto his back, lying down with his claws nearly ripping through the skin.

"I would advise leaving, Terry.  Omega's not one to share."

"Omega?  That thing has a name?!"
"Yes, just as I do.  And unless you want to meet Snitch, I would get out."

"Snitch?  You don't have any pets, Harry, so what are you talking about!?"
            Harry sighed and moved out from under Omega, and before both his and Terry's eyes, Harry let himself shift into an Angel's Dragon.  To say that the still human Wizard was shocked would be an understatement.  Snitch, as Harry had been named by Madam Hooch back in his 5th year, was pitch black, with transparent golden yellow wings, his underbelly a slightly metalic crimson color.  His eyes glowed green, and he growled in the back of his throat.  Omega quickly lowered himself to the bed, wings tight against his body as he attempted to burrow under the blankets.  Terry just smirked.

            "Looks like your little whore is afraid of you, Harry."

"He's not afraid of me, he's smart." the voice that came from the Dragon was deep and hissing.  "You'd be smart to leave, before I lose my temper."
"What're ya gonna do, claw me to death?  Set me on fire?  You'd go to Talsgate for that."

            Omega quickly stood, shaking the covers from himself as Snitch lowered his front down, arching his wings over his head.  The white Angel jumped in front of him, and ran out of the room as fast as he could without hitting something.  Terry heard the balcony door slide open and the roar that came from Snitch made him cover his ears.  The lights in the entire flat went out for a second, waves of energy passing through the room like a tsunami.  Terry screamed as his body disappeared and reappeared in the same instance, and as Snitch's eyes rolled back in his head, Omega ran back in, catching him.  Terry was out of the room before either Dragon had a chance to do anymore to him. 

            "Damn it Potter!" Draco hissed as they shifted back and he picked him up, "You're lucky they've got some seriously good protection spells on this place, or the building next to us would've collapsed!"
"He pissed me off."

"Obviously!  Come on, let's get you into bed.  Gods, you're so cold!"

"Side effect of not using that particular element in so long."
"Considering that you're not supposed to use that element, you did pretty damn well."

"Draco?"
"Hm?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."

            Harry needn't ask twice.

~!*!~

            They walked into the large office, Harry dressed in jeans and a red silk poets shirt (and black eye make-up which didn't seem to bother anyone), and Draco in leather pants with a white wife beater under a black cotton dress shirt.  Harry pushed his small frameless glasses up on his nose and took the files from the girl he'd talked to yesterday night (or early this morning if Draco really wanted to confuse himself).  Draco immediately recognized the Patil twins, Pansy, and Ron, and as Harry passed out folders, he caught sight of Hermione running down the hall across the way.  Ginny Weasley was with her, wearing the same shirt Harry was.

            "Sorry, we got caught up translating the last line." Hermione said, noting the way Draco stayed close to Harry, and the glare Ginny gave her friend.

"Nice shirt Gin." Harry chuckled, again pushing his glasses up.

"Likewise."

"Where's Justin?"
"He'll be here in just a second.  He wanted to get the print outs for that artifact you brought in last month.  He's finally cracked it."

"Either that or he's finally cracked." Ron added.

            Draco followed Harry as he walked through the office to a confrence room, and everyone took their seats.  Harry was totally ignoring him.

            "Well, should we wait for him, or should we get started?" asked Harry, locking his gaze with Ron's.

"Well, Justin might be awhile, you know him.  Always gotta look perfect for these impromptu things." Padma giggled.

"Talk about me like I aint here why don'tcha!  Hey Harry, howya doin'?"

"You've seen one too many gangsta movies, Lovey." Pavrati laughed, ruffling Justin's short mousey brown hair.

"It's the Soprano's, not gangsta movies, get it right woman!"

            All but Draco laughed, and as Harry continued to ignore him, he took the seat furthest from all of them.  He was not liking the way this was turning out.

            Potter, you spent most of the morning fucking my brains out, and now you won't even look at me?  What am I, just a convienient sex toy?

            He hadn't thought he'd been projecting, but Pansy's eyes widened and darted to him for a split second.  He shrugged and contiunued to listen to Ron tell them what Lucius had been up to recently.  This was old news to him.

            God damnit Potter, look at me This time he made sure he was throwing thoughts in Harry's direction, but Ron rubbed the bavk of his neck and winced.  Draco scowled.  His aim wasn't that far off.

            You're blocking me, aren't you?

            Hermione cleared her throat, excused herself to the ladies room, and started a mini coughing fit right by Draco's chair.  He noticed the folded paper she'd deposited into his lap and nodded.  She continued on her way to the rest room.

            "Malfoy," he read silently, careful not to let anyone else see his inattention, "Harry hace hear you loud and clear, he's just extremely good at not showing it.  Handing Ron the nature of your 'partnership' this early in the game would probably clear this building in 20 seconds."

            He paused to look at Harry.  The glasses were more for show and public image than vision correction, and everyone in the room knew it.  What exactly had Hermione meant by 'game'?

            "So, what do you have to add on that Malfoy?"
            It was Ron.  The second head of the organization protecting him, and he'd been ignoring him.  Wonderful.

            "Ad on what?  My father being an asshol not worthy of gnat swallop, or the question of what I am?"
"Excuse me?"
            Just like he remembered, Ron Weasley was easy to play.  And even easier to get a rouse out of.  Draco smirked.

            "Come now Weasel, we all know you're dying to know why Potter's been keeping tabs on me.  For Merlin's sake, it's been 6 years, and he kept his eye on me since day one."
            Harry sat back and laced his fingers together.  He had no idea what Draco was doing, but he was pretty sure he was going to enjoy seeing him and ron at eachothers throats again.

            "Yes, I realize that, Ferret, but you don't seem to understand that you're our enemy's only son.  Why wouldn't Harry keep his eye on you?"
"You were keeping tabs on me in regard to my father, weren't you?  Pansy made bimontly reports, on Saturdays if  my memory serves me correctly.  Potter, despite his being my school rival, didn't let on that he knew anything until the day before yesterday.  Pretty good, don'tcha think?  I'm not a genius, but I think there were definitly other reasons behind his self appointed role as my Guardian Angel."

            He noticed Harry stiffen and knew 'Angel' was too much.  He sent him an apologetic wave and stood up.  He knew Harry would catch on soon.

            "Look, Malfoy, just because you think you're some all important part in this doesn't give you any right to say Harry knew more about you than we already did.  You're a Demon Veela, big deal.  We handle things like single species everyday.  You ust have one half of what you are out to get you.  That's the least of our worries."

"Then what are you worried about, Weasel?  Because the Vampires in Manhattan now are fine, they're the ones that were turned by the ones that now serve my father.  I don't think you should be worried about why ny father wants me, or even if he gets me.  You  should worry about what's gonna happen when those Pureblood Vampires –entire clans- get hungry.  Manhattan is just a few days worth of snacks.  They're not just going to scent for me, they're going to try and flush me out.  They couldn't smell me if I were to stand in a sea of thousands of them.  I naturally mask my scent to theirs.  But you knew that, didn't you?"

            The room was quiet as Hermione came back in, a bottle of water in hand.  She saw Pansy look at Draco, and noticed the way he put his hand on the table.  She was about to say something when both Pansy and Harry rolled silver Vials down to him.  Harry's reached his hand first.  Justin and Ginny exchanged looks, and Pansy leaned back in her chair in shock.  Draco hadn't even looked at Harry, how could he have known what was being asked?  Hermione too her seat as she watch the blonde pick up both vials, sniffing each.

            "Veronica?  What's the occasion Pansy?"
 he asked, locking eyes with his fellow Slytherin.

"She brought it to me this morning.  Said to tell you Venus wants to meet Angel."
            Draco's eyes narrowed, and Ginny could've sworn he looked at Harry.  She also noticed the way Harry stiffened.  Casting Justin a quick look she picked up her pen and tapped it a few times on her pad, ignoring Harry's questioning look.

            "Where'd you get this Harry?  I don't recognize it.

            Justin jotted down notes and glanced at the Patil twins.  They nodded and Ginny clicked her pen.

            "You don't need to know where it came from, just familiarize yourself with it."

"Harry," Ron whispered, "what're you doing mate?"
"His training has to start somehwere, and trusting me s where I'm beginning.  That alright with you, Ron?"
"Fine fine, but who's is it?"
"Trust me, you don't need to know."

            Draco uncapped the vial from Pansy and downed it, watching everyone's expressions change as he revealed his canines.  When he took the cap from Harry's, he immediately looked up at him.  Green eyes dared him to drink it.

            "How?" was all he asked, swirling the vial like it were a wine glass.

"You already know the answer to that.  Drink it."
"You know what it'll do to me if I do."
"Yes, and I'm very prepared to deal with it.  Like I told you, it's safe to dance at the flat."

            Ginny gripped her pen tightly as the man she despised back in their years at Hogwarts drank it and as the silver vial disappeared.  The way his eyes fixed themselves on Harry said enough.

            "Ron, I think this meeting's over." she said, standing at the same time Hermione did.

"What?  We've hardly gotten started Gin."
"Come down stairs with us, and we'll explain why." Hermione interjected, "Lets leave Harry to deal with Draco.  I'm sure they've got a lot to brush up on."

            Brushing up on him is not all I'll be doing, Granger

            Hermione smiled brightly in his direction, then at Harry.  Justing cleared his throat, following the twins out, and Pansy couldn't help but laugh as Harry and Draco folllowed her towards the elevator.

            "If they call sex 'dancing' now, then I missed something big in the 6 years I was Street."

"For a Veela it is." Harry said quietly, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Weasley's still the same." Laughed Draco.  Although I doubt 'Ferret' is an appropriate nickname for me now."

            Pansy left them at the 14th floor, and Ginny caught up with them.  She wasn't going to let the oportunity to question them pass.

            "So, how long did it take, Harry?"
" 'Xcuse me?"
"Haven't seen you this happy since your run with 'Omega' back in 7th year…"
            Draco stopped, Harry sighed, and Ginny smirked.

            "You spend far too much time with Hermione, you know that?" Harry said daarkly.

"I spent the past four days decoding the Angel's Prophecy, so to pick up on the obviouls shouldn't have presented itself a problem."
"Don't mention this to Ron, Ginny."
"He'll figure it out, when Dragons, Veel and Vampires start showing up."

"Veela are already here, Vampires can't sense us, and Dragons will come only when they are called." Draco said, his voice distant. "I shouldn't have let him do it."
"What?"
"The demon part of a Demon Veela is Vamiric.  I don't have a signature like any other species, it's completely unique.  Demon Veela only exist if the parents are Dragon Veela, or Royal Veela as they're now called .  Rather than the ugly bird-like features Veel atake when they get pissed, they have Dragon-like wings, elongated canines, and a thirst for the blood of those who anger them.  Demons are exactly the same, but with one exception: they need blood to live.

            "Why do you think I hated being hit in the face?  One taste of blood, my own or otherwise, and I'd need it to survice. My father woke that part of me with Vampire blood, which is most common for Demon Veelas to be fed while groing up.  All it really did was give me the ability to mask my scent from them, and a few little things like control of the thirst.  I have no more control over Veela or Vampires that I do over my more primal needs."

            Ginny took this in and her eyes widened.

            "Then why is your existance so important, if not for the control of two magical species?"
"Because of the Angel's Prophecy, of course."

            All three turned to see Ron standing against the wall, Hermione at his side.  She was just as shocked as they were by his words.

            "I'm not stupid, Malfoy.  I saw you at the battle, chained to the wall.  Made too wathc Voldemore kick the shit out of us all, unable to do something.  And that's when you snapped.  He went after Harry, and you snapped."
"You were unconscious!  How could you have seen anything?!" Harry snapped.

"Barely consious, yes, and I thought it all a dream.  Until you  mentioned 'Omega' the following week.  When Voldemort threw the Killing Curse at you, a white Angel's Dragon –the rarest breed of Dragons to ever exist- intercepted, sheilding you.  That was the name you screamed as it attacked him, giving you the time to finish it."

            Ron let Harry take it in.  He knew his friend didn't have a clue as to why he'd waited so long to say something.  Truth was, until he heard what he needed to know, he wasn't going to say anything.

            "And the cry you let out when you found no sign of him afterwards, that just screamed 'Angel."

"How long have you known?"

            Harry wasn't fooling around, and Ron knew it.  Draco wasn't looking too good and Hermione stepped forward.

            "he's had a 'guess' for 6 years, but until it was only a guess." she said, "Harry, please, don't be angry with him. He just didn't want to say anything until he knew for sure."

"And with us translating the ancient Veela hieroglyphs that call for two Angel's Dragons, it was a little hard to overlook." Justting added.

            Draco braced himself on the wall, his breathing catching as his stomach turned.  Ginny stepped forward, turning his face so she could look at him.  She peeled back a lip and gasped.  Harry was in front of him before he could collaps and for the first time, he let his sheild down.  They could all se his eyes start to change, and Draco's hands latched onto his shoulders.

            "I can't be seen like this Potter.  I just –oh shit…"

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermine asked.

"Lucius.  He's close.  Too close."

            Ron looked at Draco look he was crazy.  They had the older Malfoy's signature on file, and the alarms hadn't gone off.  He didn't get it.

            "Ginny, help me get him up to the flat.  Justing, I need a print out of every Auror the Ministry has available.  hermione, find all your Veela notes and books, I need to look something up  Ron, while I think you should've said something, I understand why you didn't.  I want you to get Venus Prowler on the phone and tell her the change has started.  Then forward her up to my lat.  Somebody call the house I kkep upstate and tell doby I'll be there a little late.  If he asks, tell him I should be there by tomorrow evening, and that I want him to send Hedwig to Hogwarts, asking Snape for his special Dragon Tonic.  He'll understand what I'm asking."

            Everyone nodded and ran off to do as they were told.  Ginny's pen, much to harry's amusement, shimmered and popped, her wand now in her hand.  He would've laughed, had Draco not been shuddering in his arms.  He picked him up and his insides flipped as his arms tightened around his neck.  Ginny magiced a piece of parchement and a quill to her side, jotted down a note, and sent it off with one of the pidgeons that were out front, as it was safer in the topside city than an owl.  Harry was half way to the elevator by the time she caught up.

            "Who'd you pidgeon?" he asked, letting her swipe her express card in the elevator.

"Raptor Center.  Asked Margret to send an owl to Charlie, for whatever information he can give us on Angel's Dragons."
"Why, I am one."
"That may be, but you're also animagi.  You know homan personalities and such transfer to the animal form.  I have afeeling that the Prophecy was refering to the Dragons and Veela as being separate."

            The elevatopr dinged at Harry's penthouse floor and Draco moaned.  Ginny opened the door and ran in, stopping in the hallway.  Harry moved past her without a word, and she could only stare as the normally immaculate room came into view.  Harry smirked and snapped his fingers.  Everything righted itself, excpet for the bed.  While the sheets were now clean, they were still disheviled.  Ginny knew better than to say something.

            "Six years is a long time." Harry supplied.

"Obviously." it was almost a laugh.

"Get me the large wash basin from under the sink, fill it with hot water and bring the greed washrag from the bathroom."

"Please.." Draco caughed., "Have you no manners Potter?"

"There is no need for manners in a situation like this, but thank you Draco." Ginny smiled, putting a hand to his forhead, "Should I deglamour my eyes for this?"
            Harry shrugged as he leaned over the pained blonde on his bed to fully remove the jacket.  Ginny didn't wait any longer for a reply.  She did as Harry ordered and took a deep breath before walking back into the room.  She stopped short as she saw Harry move to straddle Draco's hips.

            At least he had the decency to leave my pants on, eh Weasley?

Yes, thank Merlin for that.  Not that I would mind seeing you in the buff, Draco.

Pansy never did either.

She always knew, you know.  And it killed her to keep it from you.

About Harry?

No, about Magic.  She knew you hated not being allowed a wand.

Now is not the time to be brushing up on you telepathy, Malfoy. Harry's voice growled as he took the washcloth from the basin.

            Ginny winced as Draco grit his teeth.  The water was as hot as she could stand it and she guessed it was a little too hot for Draco.

            "What else can I do, Harry?" she asked.

"How much do you know about Veela wards?"
"Enough to attempt casting one.  Why?"
"I need a mating ward put up.  An extremely strong one."

"I don't think I have the pattern to do one."
"Harry…" Draco gasped, trying to sit up, "the ward you want can't be cast by a single. She needs a partner to mimic the male pattern."

"Fleur and Gabby are hre, they could-"
"No!  It can't be done by relatives.  Fleur could only mimic the beginning part anyway.  Harry, I can do it."
"You're too far into the change to carry yourself."
"It's the only way Harry." Ginny said, "Unless you and I do it, Draco's got to have me… never mind."
            Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.  His best friend's sister was willing to let Draco use her to set up a ward  that would make the change complete, and Draco was suggesting that they make it a threesome.  Ron would never forgive him.

            "Hrry, please, I have to do this or my mother'll have a fit.  Let her decide."

"Ginny," Harry said, "we need to help him let go.  Either you're in or you're out."
"I'm in.  The Prophecy calls for it anyway.  'The Demon, The Angel, and The Phoenix, one when the Change begins, forever bound by their ability to change the Order.'  Now the translation's not perfect, but obiously the Demon is a Demon Veela, the Angel, synonymous with 'Savior', which in this case would be Harry, is also the Angel's Dragon, and the Phoenix, well…"

            Harry and Draco had to sheild their eyes as Ginny's body emitted the brightest light they'd ever seen.  When it died, a gorgeous Phoenix was perched on a wisp of white light.  Draco smirkd then arched in pain and Harry's attention was immediately brought back to his lover.  He pressed his face to his throat and held a hand out to the bird.

            "Should I tell ron not to call Dobby?" she asked as she turned back, pulling her skirt off and starting on her blouse.

"No, because by the time we're ready to leave, Draco should be stable enough to tell us which one he wants first.  Now, let me finish that…."

~TBC~


TK: A slightly longer, more detailed chapter, eh?

Akuma: This chappie, believe it or not, was the result of being on a very relaxing trip to Maine.

TK: Relaxing my ass!  My family drove me stark raving bonkers because I refused to be social.

Akuma: Unless you're on the 'net, youre not social anyway, so what's the difference?

TK: I spent the whole 10 days with my headphones on, as opposed to blasting my music, singing, dancing and tapping at the computer (which I should have been doing, 'cause it's been forever since I updated.)  At least they knew where I was.

Akuma: I knew where you were.

TK: You're mentally linked to my, so houw could you not know where I am?

Akuma: True, True.  Question: Can I watch "Invader Zim"?

TK: Only if you help me finish the next chapter of Puddle.

Akuma: Okay! *falls from ceiling fan* Hello Floor! Make me sanwich! *Skips down the stairs with plot bunnies singing the 'doom song' behind her*

TK: I think, perhaps, I should put an ad out for a new muse.  She's just a little too nuts.  Even for me.  Also, I know this chapter has a lot of detail, and may be confusing, so if anyone has questions, let me know, I'd be more than happy to answer *runs down stairs to find ductape to shut Akuma's mouth*  I knew there was a reason I don't let her watch Zim…