Disclaimer- I don't own HP. Or FF.net. I do own Professor Glassier, Ms. Figg's personality, other original characters and some other things. Jedi Ginny owns Adamo Redamo. And Terry Pratchett owns Unseen University and another quote in here.
A/N- Well since FF.net is being rebuilt I decided to write a lot more! I can't say I am enjoying the rebuilding process as now my bookmarks are all useless, but if it really will be worth it alright then. I just wish they'd give us some warning… But anyway here you go. Watch out, it's huge! It also sets up whom Draco is with. But don't think I'm splitting them up, well just wait and see. And italics are thoughts or memory flashes.
Chapter VII DECEPTIONS AND FLUFF"You two seriously make me nauseous." Ron said. "I mean you're so lovey dovey it makes me want to hit you. You're like bad mushy poetry!" The red head continued to rant, not noticing that he was being ignored as Seamus tried to inhale Harry's tonsils. Finally he gave up and with a snort of disgust left the dorm.
Harry smiled and returned Seamus' advances.
"Well there they go again." Ron said as he flung himself into a chair. Hermione looked up at him from The Book. That was how they referred to it, The Book. Suddenly Ron looked at Hermione.
"Say, 'Mione, did you ever talk to Dumbledore about The Book?" Hermione opened her mouth in shock.
"Oh NO, I never did! I have to go talk to him right now!" She got up and ran smack dab into Professor McGonagall nearly bowling over the Transfiguration teacher.
"What do you have to right now Ms. Granger that involves the Headmaster?" She asked, her tone dangerous. As part of the intrepid trio, event though Hermione was her favorite part, she was sure they were up to no good. Hermione bit her lip and then shoved the book into her hands.
"This, read the inside cover." McGonagall opened the book, took one look, and her face drained of all color.
"Ms. Granger come with me right now." She grabbed Hermione by the arm and dragged her roughly and quickly out of the common room. Fred looked curiously at his brother.
"Never showed The Book around." Ron said. Fred nodded and then went back up into his dorm to do god knows what. Ron had the sinking feeling it had to do with the welcome party that was happening tonight for the other schools. Neville walked in the door looking slightly drained. He smiled weakly at Ron who nodded to him.
He's changed. Ron looked at Neville and realized he liked the change; he wasn't such a push over this year. Of course there was that whole Sorcerer thing, but Ron figured it was about time fate dealt Neville an even hand. He forgot to warn Neville who walked right into their dorm. Ron waited for the inevitable yelling but instead there was a curious silence. It was broken by some giggling second year girls and Ron sent them a quiet glare.
They giggled harder and one of them blushed. Ron rolled his eyes and stared moodily at the fireplace. Suddenly Harry ran out of his dorm, broomstick in hand and his cheeks flaming. He looked embarrassed and happy at the same time. Ron raised an eyebrow and Harry made a scribbling motion with his hand and some of the red faded from his cheeks. Ron nodded; Neville and Seamus did have to work on their Charms work after the other day. Harry quickly dashed out of the common room and out to the quidditch field.
Harry flung himself onto the broom and hurdled up into the air. To feel the wind under him, carrying him. He sped the Firebolt harder and harder. He flew in quick circles, spiraled down to the ground and threw himself into dangerous dives. His Firebolt still responded to his lightest touch, it was like an extension of himself, he didn't ride the broomstick, he flew on his own. He had wings…
Suddenly he sped upwards and out of the stadium, lazily drifting above the castle. It was a stupendous view of the surrounding territory. He spied four small dots down by Hagrid's hut. He focused his eyes but couldn't make out whom they were.
"Augeo Visum." Harry whispered. Suddenly he could see the faces of the people if he concentrated hard enough. There were Adriana, Roger, Clair, Mad Eye and… Dobby? He watched in astonishment as Mad Eye growled out instructions to the four. Dobby listened, his face rapt with wonder and a little fear. Moody suddenly whipped his wand out and fired a curse at Dobby. Harry gasped as the air in front of Dobby solidified and the curse rebounded on Moody.
Moody flicked his wand again and the curse was shot off harmlessly. Moody then looked up at Harry and Harry could see his magic eye focus and expand. Then Moody winked and beckoned Harry down. Harry zoomed in, coming to a halt a bare 5 feet above the ground.
"It is Harry Potter sir!" Dobby's face shown with joy. "Dobby-" Moody growled. Dobby flinched and smiled with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Moody sir, but I get excited." Dobby said all of this very slowly, as if it cost him a great deal of effort. Harry flashed a look at Moody.
"I got tired of his speech, get's on your nerves after while, you don't want to get on my nerves." At that Claire rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes Claire." The girl just grinned prettily, her scar tracing its way down her cheek.
"So wait a minute-" Harry began and Dobby jumped in to explain.
"Oh Harry Potter sir, I is- I mean I am getting training to be an Auror." Dobby said. Harry goggled. Then he remembered something Ron had told him, about how house elves had very powerful magic but they could only use it if their owners wanted to. An idea occurred to him
"And Potter, that's yet another reason why Hogwarts is one of the safest havens for wizards, Albus is one of the craftiest bastards alive. Voldemort wouldn't dare take on Albus and over a hundred angry house elves." Moody winked with his good eye. Harry nodded and then began to rise a little on the broom.
"That's great, but I really have to go Professors." Harry said, Seamus was supposed to meet him in another couple minutes.
"Off for a quick snog with young Finnigan eh? Oh don't worry Harry, I was young once." Mad Eye winked again. What the fuck is it with people winking about Seamus and me? Harry nodded nervously and winged it, or rather, broomed it out of there. He could hear Mad Eye's laughter following him.
Harry gently set down and hopped off the broom. Seamus stood there tapping his foot.
"You're late." He said. Harry shrugged.
"I thought you'd take longer."
"Are you saying I'm stupid?"
"What if I am? Is there a penalty?" Harry replied archly. Seamus smiled evilly.
"Damn straight, kiss me now mutha fucka!" Seamus said and dove in for a kiss. He slammed into Harry and knocked him back on the ground. The two rolled around, trying desperately to reach each other's tonsils. Well not really but Harry was getting pretty hot right now. Seamus was such a fucking tease…
OH MY GOD! Draco Malfoy stared down at Harry and Seamus, his eyes wide as they snogged right there on the quidditch field, Harry's broom just lying there beside them. And the absolute worst part was that Draco was getting horny just by watching them. Then he smiled.
Now he knew exactly how to get his revenge on Potter, and how to get what he wanted. He would just have to be careful so as not to attract attention to himself, his father would be furious if their secret came out. But for now… It was time to play.
"Potter try and, well never mind." Professor McGonagall reminded herself that the infamous Potter hair couldn't be managed, not in this generation or the previous one.
"Longbottom get the wrinkles out of your robe." Neville nodded and passed a hand over his robe, the wrinkles flattened in its wake. Seamus and Ron shook their heads at that, it still struck them as incredibly bizarre that Neville was a Sorcerer.
"Alright everyone, please follow me." Dumbledore led the curious crowd of students down to the lake. There they waited anxiously. Soon-
"Look, what's that?" Someone shouted. A large golden ball came floating down out of the sky. The air around it crackled slightly and it cast a great golden light on the students. It felt warm like the sun and Harry breathed deeply, taking in the sense of contentment it brought. As it hit the ground it began to expand and soon it dissolved to reveal a group of students from Beauxbatons. Then it shrunk again to small ball and floated down into the hard of their apparent lead, and their leader was-
"'Ello Dumbly-dorr, it is great to see 'ou." Fleur Delacour purred. Dumbledore gallantly took her hand and kissed.
"It is magnificent of you to grace us with your presence." Dumbledore responded graciously, his blue eyes sparkling like he held a star in each one.
"One could zink zat 'ou stole Madam Maxine soley to grace yourself with my presence." Fleur returned, and Harry realized she was teasing Dumbledore. She looked up.
"Ah, 'Arry, it 'as been so long!" She said and beckoned him to come forward.
"'Ow are 'ou, are 'ou well?" She asked anxiously.
"I'm fine Fleur, how are you?" He returned, she smiled and gave him a great hug.
"I am fine, it is great to be back 'ere, as much as I miss Beauxbatons." Harry noticed that her English was much better and said as much.
"Oui, I mean yes." Harry smiled. Suddenly a cloud began to drift down out of the sky. Everyone watched as slowly it settled down on the lake. The cloud parted the reveal five gigantic ships that heralded the arrival of the Durmstrang students. Dumbledore nodded, an expression of triumph on his face.
"Why so many Dumbly-dorr?" Fleur asked, adopting that same unusual pronunciation that Madam Maxine had.
"They couldn't be assured of protection at their school, so Dumbbell invited them here." Arabella Figg said. Harry and Fleur jumped, since when had she been there?
"Dumb bell?" Fleur asked uncertainly. Dumbledore shot Ms. Figg a quelling glance; she smiled back innocently in return.
At that moment the students from Durmstrang began to file out of the ships. Harry looked them over and was surprised that Krum was with them, along with another boy who Harry didn't recognize.
"Hello Dumbledore." Krum said. "How are you?"
"Blooming Victor, please call me Albus." Victor nodded.
"This is Alexander Poliakoff." Victor said. The boy nodded to Dumbledore and suddenly Harry remembered, this was that boy that Karkaroff had been so horrible to. This year he looked, different, Krum still looked slightly hunched over and beaky, but Alexander looked much more slim, although his eyes were a little wide and his nose was rather weak, he had a large smile.
"Hello Albus, it is good to meet-" His words were cut off as the ground began to tremble. Suddenly the lake began to swirl turbulently, and the water rose in odd places. Suddenly rods rose up out of the water, and they seemed to be made of water… The swirled together, but didn't splash into each other, instead the stayed separate like a rope.
Then at the tope they created a circle where a yawning void opened. It was dark and little bits of lightning escaped from it. Out of it figures rode on dark horse like shapes. Suddenly the shadows coalesced into young men and women riding on, griffins? These were nothing like hippogriffs. These were sleek deadly creatures that Harry admired. He heard gasps as everyone admired the acrobatic antics of the things and their riders.
Then there was surge in the air. Replicas of the gate appeared in the lake, two more to form a triangle. Tendrils of the void within them reached out to each other grasp onto each other and from and gigantic hole. Out of it came two riders, each mounted on a white Pegasus. He could hear a sudden intake of breath from behind him and curse. But it wasn't over yet.
The two Pegasus riders were joined by the six griffin riders and waited. Then, out of the void, came two gigantic dragons. Harry looked at them curiously. They were flying but they had no wings. They were long sinuous serpents with great forearms and hind legs with wicked claws. Both of them breathed great clouds on the lake, but instead of fire came a sort of mist that made the water freeze. Soon there was an island of ice on the lake.
The great piece of ice rose up and then cracked down the middle. To the awed silence of the crowd it broke to reveal man, who had wings. He laughed and flew down to join Dumbledore, Fleur and Victor. When he landed Harry could see he was a handsome sort of fellow, with blue eyes and a good smile. He was a trifle overweight and carried himself with the air of someone extremely nervous but not willing to show it. The wings on his back were actually part of his cloak
"At the end we ran out of ideas, so our luggage will come by train. With it is our house, so until then…" He trailed off and noticed the awed looks on the faces around him.
"It was good show then? We were told to be flashy and let me tell you that took months to plan. You liked it?" Dumbledore nodded and cleared his throat.
"I must admit that was spectacular. I am Albus Dumbledore."
"Pleasure to meet you, heard a great many things about you." The man shook Dumbledore's hand. "The name's Jacob Levy, great to meet you." He said with that same eager smile. Then he frowned and turned around.
"Stop cavorting and get over here!" He yelled at the dragons and gryphon riders. The dragons floated over and then transformed into two young women. Soon the griffins were all landed and as were the Pegasus riders.
"So, when's dinner?" Jacob asked.
"Oh god did you see the Americans?"
"Did you see the size of those dragons?"
"How the hell did they get gryphons?
"Screw that how'd they get two Pegasusses?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione as he listened to the snippets of conversation around him.
"Was that amazing or what?" Ron nodded.
"Yes it was, rather ostentatious of them but it was very remarkable." Hermione said. She watched the Americans. They were all joking and laughing amongst themselves. When all the houses had seated themselves the different schools went to wherever they wanted to for seats.
Two young women sat down next at the Griffyndor table.
"Welcome one and all, from Beauxbatons, from Durmstrang and from Unseen University, I welcome all of to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament." Dumbledore beamed at everyone and there was a thunderous roar of applause. "I hope you enjoy your stay, a word or two of warning, stay out of the Forest unless with a teacher, be careful of the giant squid in the lake, and aside from that have the time of your lives, even if you are forced to go to school." He said this with a wink. Professor McGonagall harrumphed.
"And now, for a few words. Klettop, mertic and pollyglow." There was a ripple of pleasure around the room as food magically appeared in everyone's plates.
"Hello everyone, I'm Laura Browne and this is Catherine Powers." Laura was a brown haired girl that was fairly tall. She had some freckles and was wearing a knitted hat. She had leopard print cuffs on the sleeves of her robe and trimming the bottom. Catherine was a blond with blue eyes and an eager smile.
"Ooh, you're Harry Potter aren't you?" Catherine said pointing at Harry. Harry sighed.
"Catherine it's rude to point." Laura said in a stage whisper. Catherine blushed and her hand shot back.
"So what's the name of your school again?" Hermione asked politely.
"Unseen University." Laura said.
"Ooh, they have tai food!" Catherine squeaked and reached for a dish that Harry wasn't sure what it was. "Curry! I love curry!" Harry noticed Catherine spoke in a peculiar tone of voice that seemed to exclaim everything.
"Why's it called that?" Hermione asked while spooning out something Harry thought smelled delicious but was cautious about trying. "It's Phad Tai Harry, you'll like it."
"It's called that because the school is invisible until you're inside or if you can see invisible things. Do they always serve this stuff?" Catherine asked hopefully looking at the Asian food.
"No, they try to serve dishes that make the guests feel more at home, although why they would serve Asian food is beyond me." Hermione said.
"Well probably because we don't have any cultural foods except maybe cheeseburgers, and those aren't too exciting." Laura said. And then everyone began to eat. At the end of the meal Dumbledore stood up.
"Now, for the thing you've all been waiting for, the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament!" Everyone roared with approval. "Due to circumstances from last year we will still only allow students of the 7th year to compete in the tournament. As last year there shall be an age line surrounding the Goblet of Fire." At that Filch trundled out carrying the massive goblet. He set it down gently in front of Dumbledore.
"When you enter it becomes a binding magical contract, and you cannot retract your agreement to participate. So think long and hard before you put your name in. This year we will also be reinstating the several clubs, please see a list posted in your dorms." Dumbledore paused for a moment.
"Now if you would all please retired to your dorms, tomorrow is a Saturday so I hope you all enjoy a day of rest."
"You bet, doing all those acrobatics as a Quicksilver is damn tiring!" Catherine said, and then yawned.
"You were the dragons?" Hermione asked in awe.
"Yeah, it's not as hard as it looks since we had Jacob cast the spells on us." Laura shook her head.
"Some of us did at least try to cast the spell." Laura remarked sharply. Catherine smiled back wickedly.
"Yes, some of us did try, and some of us failed too." Laura growled and crossed her arms. Catherine laughed and then Laura did as well.
"Oh well, we'll see you guys tomorrow then!" Catherine said and the group said goodnight. Harry walked back to the dorm feeling very content. He felt a hand slip inside his and squeeze. He turned to look at Seamus' face and smiled. He squeezed back and looked deep into his lover's eyes.
"Oh god, they're having a moment!" Parvati said. Hermione sighed and gazed at them.
"That's so sweet." Lavender said. Seamus and Harry jumped, Harry blushed and Seamus looked at them reproachfully.
"Can't a guy gaze deeply into his boyfriend's eyes around here and not attract a crowd?" Parvati, Lavender and Hermione all giggled and ran off to the dorm.
"Now where were we?" Seamus said. Harry laughed and kissed Seamus gently on the lips. Then he slipped his tongue into Seamus' mouth and-
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?" They both whirled around to see Filch standing there, his eyes wide with fury.
"YOU DISGUSTING-" He was cut off as Dumbledore placed a commanding hand on his shoulder. "Headmaster, did you see that? They were doing it right there they were-"
"I think Argus it's time we discussed a long time prejudice of yours." Dumbledore said simply. He turned to Harry and Seamus, amusement crinkling his forehead. "I think it's time you two went back to your dorms, for sleep." He added the last with a little more emphasis than necessary. They saw Filch wince.
"Come on then Harry, let's go." Seamus grabbed him and pulled him along.
"Poor Filch, he'll be traumatized." Harry giggled. Seamus chuckled too.
"Harry, is it just me or does everyone seem to be ok with, well us?" Seamus asked.
"Well my uncle wanted to through me out of the house but the thought of, well I convinced him otherwise." Harry covered up quickly, he'd almost told Seamus about Sirius! Well maybe that was something he should come clean on. He looked at Seamus.
"Seamus when we get to the dorm I have something to tell you." Seamus nodded, wondering what Harry would tell him.
Draco concentrated, and he felt the power flowing from him, now to test it. He looked around his room, Salazar Slytherin had wanted the Slytherin dorm to be different than the other houses, and it was overrun with passageways and full of secret areas. Lucius and Narcissa had created a map of them for him, and he was always on the alert for new passageways.
He decided he'd take a visit to Blaise's room, after all Blaise showed no interest whatsoever in men, and if Draco could seduce him, he could seduce anyone. He went over to Blaise's room and opened the door. Blaise looked up from the history essay he was writing and looked at Draco, confusion in his eyes.
Draco said nothing but concentrated, he wanted Blaise to be his, to have Blaise worship him. Slowly he saw Blaise begin to grow uncomfortable.
"Say, Draco, why don't you come have a seat here." Blaise said. Draco smiled winningly and chuckled inwardly as Blaise shifted his essay over his crotch. Draco sat down and simply looked into Blaise's eyes. It was tiring to keep the charm up for long periods of time, but he didn't need to, not now. Blaise suddenly leaned in and kissed Draco on the lips. Draco started with surprise as Blaise pinned him to the bed. No… I don't want this!
Blaise found himself being lifted up with superhuman strength. Draco held him aloft and his eyes flashed silver. Suddenly his features seemed horrible demonic and his body rippled with an eerie power. And then Blaise knew no more.
"So wait a minute, that time in first year you fought Quirrel who was really You Know Who? And in second year there really was a Chamber of Secrets? And Ginny Weasley got You Know Who's journal from school? And third year Professor Lupin really was a werewolf? And Sirius Black didn't kill your parents but Peter Pettigrew did?" Seamus stared at Harry aghast partly at everything that had happened to Harry while they were unawares and at the fact that during many of those times he could have lost Harry…
"Yeah, and last year…" Harry trailed off. Seamus looked up at Harry and realized something. Whatever happened, Harry blames himself, and he won't talk about it. He recalled stilted conversations, the odd look of sadness on Harry's face during the announcements for the Triwizard tournament this year… Intuitive leaps weren't normally a large part of Seamus' life, but where Harry was concerned he went the extra mile at trying to piece his love together. Love… I do love him…
"Oh Harry." Seamus said, and he wrapped himself around Harry. And it was dark and quiet. For a little while.
Ah shit there they go again. Ron thought. He reached for his wand but watched in surprise as Neville gestured and the curtains closed and the noise stopped. Neville winked at him and rolled over. Within seconds he was snoring, loudly. Out of the frying pan and into fire I guess. Ron flicked his wand at Neville and soon the dorm was silent except for Dean's breathing. That didn't stop Harry's bed from moving… Ron turned over so he wouldn't have to watch, besides he didn't want to think of Harry like that, Harry was his best friend…
And Seamus is a lucky bastard.
Draco smiled in his bed. Poor Blaise wouldn't remember a thing, but now he knew what his father meant by "the rage." That was something he would have to keep under control. Male Veela were born so rarely, and only under certain circumstances… Lucius had gone to extraordinary measures to make sure his son followed in his crossbreed footsteps… And truthfully, Draco didn't mind a bit, he still loved Narcissa, his mother… And now this ability would get him what he wanted most, the complete and utter domination of Harry Potter.
He smiled gleefully to himself as he slept. But his sleep was soon marred by nightmares. Something was wrong, something deep within him. But for now he would never know.
When Draco woke he stared at the wall in front of his bed, and smiled, today he had work to do.
"Hmm, don't stop." Harry whispered. Seamus smiled and nibbled on Harry's ear lobe. The Boy Who Lived responded by biting the tip of Seamus' nose. Seamus smiled and things would have gone on from there but Ron interrupted them.
"Time to get up you two, now don't make me come in there and scar myself for life." Seamus pouted and Harry sighed. He reached out and snagged some boxers to throw on and then rolled out of bed. After showering Harry, Seamus, Ron, Dean and Neville were joined by Hermione, Parvati, Lavender and Ginny at the breakfast table. Laura and Catherine showed up again but this time they were accompanied by a young man.
He had deep brown eyes and was clean-shaven. His face was angular and handsome, his brown eyes flashed in amusement and his smile was white and sparkly. Parvati and Lavender both smoothed their robes out.
"Hey everyone, my name's Joel." He said. Everyone introduced themselves before starting in on some French toast and sausages.
"Hmm… This is much better than UU food." Joel murmured through his full mouth.
"Apparently there's a population of house elves living here." Laura said. Harry and Ron laughed and Hermione shot them a look.
"So Hermione, Spewed anyone lately?" Ron asked, all innocent red head.
"Ron…" Her voice full of warning and Ron stopped. Hermione nodded contentedly to herself and Harry looked at Ron.
"She has you whipped my friend." Harry said. Ron blushed. Then he leaned forward and whispered something in Harry's ear. Hermione caught something about "Yeah, and… Seamus… bloody loud…" And her ears turned red just as Harry flushed with embarrassment.
"Luckily Neville's quick with his hands so we didn't have to listen much longer." Seamus looked with confusion at Neville until he remembered Neville's gift. Right, the Sorcerer. Damn, did Dumbledore know about that, yeah right, as if Dumbledore wouldn't know about it?
"Finnigan, I need to talk with you." A cold voice said. The group turned to see Draco Malfoy standing there, his features intensely beautiful, he looked like a Greek ice god. His eyes seemed unusually captivating and Seamus felt himself being drawn into them.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron snarled with barely contained rage. Catherine and Laura exchanged glances and Joel looked at Malfoy with interest.
"Apparently your losing your hearing Weasley, I need to talk with Finnigan." He said, but his demeanor and tone made it clear that he was explaining that to Ron only because Ron wouldn't be able to understand what he was saying. He spoke in the same tones that one would use when speaking to child, and stupid one at that. Ron bristled. Harry shared a quick glance at Seamus and Seamus shrugged.
"Sure Drakey, wanna talk now?" Seamus said. Draco's demeanor went stiff at being called Drakey.
"Oh, so the ferret doesn't like being called names?" Ron sneered. Draco reddened and Ron smiled back. Seamus jumped up and Draco pulled him away out of sight. Ron snickered and went back to his sausage.
"Who was that?" Joel asked.
"A confused young evil bastard." Hermione said.
"What's he confused about?" Ron asked, or rather tried to ask around a mouthful of sausage.
"His purpose, you can see it in his body language." Hermione said simply.
"What the fuck?" Ron said.
"The Book, I read about it last night, apparently it applies to what I need to know." Hermione shrugged. "I talked to the headmaster about it and he seemed most interested, I'm going to tell him about this after breakfast."
"Is it normal that no one understands half of what they talk about?" Joel stage whispered to the table.
"Wouldn't be breakfast if Ron, Harry and Hermione didn't know something the rest of us didn't." Dean remarked sagely around a mouthful of toast. Joel nodded and snickered as Ron absentmindedly slugged the unlucky Dean in the shoulder.
"That bloody hurt you fucking wanker!" Dean said.
"I wouldn't be talking Dean." Neville said simply, and for a second nobody got it. Then Hermione's eyes went wide and Joel began to laugh. After that Dean got it and reddened while Ron began snorting into his orange juice. Soon the whole table was laughing, except for Harry. His mind was on Seamus, and what Draco Malfoy would want with him…
"Well Malfoy?" Seamus said. Draco took a deep breath and smiled evilly. Seamus suddenly felt uncomfortable, what was Malfoy up to?
"I just wanted to talk to you Seamus." Draco said, he let the power flow through him, he good feel his very blood swell with the power. Want me, Lust for me, Need me. He chanted endlessly in his mind, not knowing where the words came from, but using them.
Seamus stared at Draco's hair, his eyes, his beautiful face. And suddenly he wanted him, more than anything… He felt the need to impress, to win Draco's heart, to make him one with him…
Seamus pounced in for a kiss. Draco felt himself responding, and was briefly annoyed. The original plan was to humiliate Seamus, to discard him and show him hate for what he was, and to shame him for doing that to himself, Draco, even though Seamus would continue to want him… But whether it was Draco having a change of heart or just wanting Seamus, he changed the plan and went with it. Funny, I never thought of him as Seamus before, only Finnigan…
Seamus slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth and his need to impress made him pull out all the stops. He went to Draco's neck even as he massaged Draco's g-spot. Draco moaned and Seamus nipped him along his white alabaster neck. Warm alabaster, he looked so cold but Draco was burning hot…
Seamus growled possessively and pressed his hips into Draco's grinding mercilessly. Draco gasped in a sudden rush of pleasure. Seamus grabbed Draco's face and kissed him fierily. Draco leaned back and just enjoyed the taste of Seamus; he never let anyone take control like this. But just as Draco decided to regain control an unseen force blew the two apart.
"You- you-" Neville was inarticulate; words couldn't express the sickness he felt. And Seamus had gone after him for cheating with Harry, but he could snog with Malfoy? It looked like if Neville hadn't gotten there they would have gone long past necking… Seamus groaned on the ground and shuddered as the enchantment left him.
"How the hell did you do that?" Draco asked in awe.
"That doesn't matter, you filthy bastard, how dare you?" Neville practically screeched. Draco suddenly realized that no matter if Neville had done that, he would have to silence him somehow. He brought the charm out, concentrating, want me, lust for me, need me… And for a second Nevilles' eyes clouded over and then they cleared and he glared at Draco.
"What are you? Some sort of Veela…" His voice trailed off. "You're a male Veela aren't you?" He said with a sort of wonder. Just then Draco realized there were only a few circumstances were a human could cast magic without a wand reliably.
"Oh god, you're a Sorcerer!" Draco shouted. And the two looked at each other in awe.
"Aw fuck me what just happened?" Seamus mumbled and rolled over, unconscious. Neville glared warily at Draco.
"I'm not done with you yet Malfoy." He said warningly. Draco sneered.
"No, but I am with you Longbottom." Neville smiled coldly and lifted Seamus with a wave of his hand. Draco shook on the inside at the display of magical power, but remembered that he had his own abilities… One reason why Lucius was so valuable to Voldemort…
"See you around then Longbottom, if you manage to keep your grades high enough to stay in school." Neville shook with anger at that statement but Draco vanished down a corridor before he could say anything. Still shaking with anger he laid Seamus in his arms and carried him to the hospital wing.
"Ah Hermione, I need your help." Neville said. He'd just gotten out of class for lunch and was trying to avoid Harry who even though Harry didn't know Neville knew were Seamus was, Neville was scared he would blurt it all out. So he found the person who was the most logical to talk to. The one who everyone talked to.
"Shoot." Hermione said, other people's lives were so much more interesting than hers. And after Neville explained she mused that this had to be one of the most challenging ones she'd ever gotten.
"Well tell you what, I'll go deal with Harry and you can go talk to Dumbledore. The password for the gargoyle is always a candy, so just guess as many candies as you know." Neville nodded and left for the gargoyle, hoping he wouldn't get lost. Harry wandered over as soon as Neville left.
"'Mione do you know where Seamus is? I can't find him and everyone else is here eating…" He trailed off plaintively. Hermione led him to a table.
"First let's eat, then I'll tell you all about Seamus' adventure this morning."
"Uh, chocolate frogs?" Neville hazarded. He frowned as nothing happened. Oh god why couldn't he think of a candy? Suddenly he couldn't remember the name of any sweet he'd ever eaten! He grew increasingly frustrated as he began to guess things over again and-
"DAMN IT JUST OPEN!" And the gargoyle away from the entrance with a sickening tearing sound. Neville gasped in horror. But everything looked the same. He walked inside and the gargoyle jumped in to close it behind him. He walked cautiously up to the headmaster's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in Neville." A voice said. Neville nervously opened the door and looked in at Dumbledore's office.
"Please have a seat, I assumer you are here for something that has to do with your abilities judging by how you're acting." Neville nodded.
"Actually, it's-" He paused and plunged on ahead. Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise then narrowed.
"He used his abilities at school?" He murmured to himself. "If his father found out…" Dumbledore reached under his desk and pulled out his pensieve. Neville had heard about them but never seen one before. Dumbledore began extracting silvery thoughts with his wand and placing them in the pensieve. He stared at it and it whirled with intense speed. Suddenly he was looking at Neville with a piercing gaze. Neville fancied Dumbledore could see straight through him right then and there.
"I recommend that you go research Sorcery in the library. I am signing this to allow you access to the restricted library, and to allow three people into the teacher library." Neville's ears perked, a teacher library?
"Yes Neville, we do have a staff library, after all, there are some things no student should be allowed the slightest chance of access to." Dumbledore quickly began writing on scrap of parchment with a quill. Then he tapped his desk and compartment slid out. He grabbed a class like sphere of it.
"This will provide you access to the teacher library, I am asking you to have Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy accompany you, don't ask me why Neville, just please trust me." Neville nodded, but honestly he didn't know if he could look at Malfoy again without blowing him to pieces.
"Oh and Neville, I think it's time we worked on your magical skills." Dumbledore said, and Neville nodded. "I'm pulling you out of Charms and Transfiguration. You will be working with either myself, Alastor Moody and his pupils, or professor Figg." Neville nodded again. "So let's begin."
"HE WHAT?" Harry shouted. Hermione hushed him quickly. A couple of 3rd years gave them worried looks and rushed on. "He did what to Seamus?"
"Harry you heard what I said, Malfoy is a male Veela, he charmed Seamus." Hermione said. Harry shook with rage, intense anger flowing through his veins.
"Harry, please you have to be calm about this. You can't just go challenge Malfoy-" Hermione found she was talking to empty air. Aw shit, our next class is ADADA! Hermione rarely found the need to swear, even to herself, but right now was as good a time as any.
Draco idly twirled his wand. He hadn't expected Longbottom to come to Seamus' rescue, but if Longbottom truly was a Sorcerer… Then Voldemort was dead. And so was Lucius most likely… Oh, boo hoo. Draco grinned to himself softly. There was no love lost between him and his father, not since his realization that Lucius didn't care for him. He'd adored Lucius for years, thinking Lucius was his world, to think of the immense respect and loving admiration he'd held for the man…
Lucius could have cared less. He only cared for appearance, for winning. Although there's nothing wrong with winning… I do love to win but-
"Malfoy." The voice was dangerous, it was lethal, it was a knife hidden in rigid silk. It was Potter's voice, venomously hissing with hate. Draco looked up and felt a tiny surge of fear. Not even Lucius had ever sounded this vengeful. It wasn't human. In the future Draco would remember that Harry's scar flashed as he approached him.
"Harry please sit down, you too Hermione." Arabella remarked, acting totally unaware of the air between Harry and Draco. Parvati exchanged a glance with Hermione who nodded and she blanched. Padma just looked confused.
"Now all of you please sit down, I have to go get something from the restricted section of the library, so please be quiet until I return." With that Arabella got up and left the room.
Aw crap that's the just about the worst thing she could have done, Hermione thought. Suddenly Harry had his wand out. Hermione remembered a quote from a funny book she'd read that summer, something profound. Something about if you ever found yourself on the receiving end of the gun, hope to hell it's an evil man on the other end, because an evil man will continue to talk and talk about their plans, their ego demands it.
Hope to hell it's an evil man; a good man will just kill you.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled and Draco was knocked out. Harry mumbled something else and Draco's body went rigid. Hermione, Parvati and Padma watched and were to stunned to do anything. Harry suddenly whirled around and yelled- "Petrificus Totalus Omnis!" And the three girls were frozen. Harry as shaking now, casting such powerful magic was wearing on him. Then he turned to Draco and flicked his wand.
"Accio." He said and Draco's wand came flying out of his robes. Then Harry flicked his wand and Draco's sailed across the room
"Envenerate." Harry said coldly and Draco's eyes shuddered open. Then Harry smiled, hauled Draco up and smashed his fist into Draco's face. Hermione tried to gasp but nothing came out, she was totally petrified. Padma had actually fallen over after the spell was cast. Harry smiled evilly and straddled Draco's chest. Then he began to hit Draco, again and again. The sound grew sickening after the first couple hits and Hermione wished she could stop it, it didn't matter that this was Draco Malfoy, no one should be beaten like that, in such cold blood. And it was bad for Harry.
Then Harry stopped and hauled Draco up again, the boy was looking bad, his face was bloody and looked like someone had gone over it with a meat tenderizer. Then, still holding Draco by the neck, Harry began punching his stomach. Draco's eyes whirled with pain and small tears began to ooze out. Harry noticed one when it splashed on his hand.
"So have you had enough Malfoy? Had enough of the pain? But this is nothing Draco, nothing at all." Harry said, and his voice was low and full of anguish. "I felt a million times this worse at Voldemort's hands. In front of your father who cheered him on. Hundreds of people, not wizards or Muggles, people have felt so much worse than this. This is nothing Draco, I would give me arm to take this pain and make it so less pain would be felt by fewer people." Harry paused again.
"Cedric Diggory, the name mean anything to you? He died, beside me. You want to know Voldemort's words? 'Kill the spare.' The spare Malfoy, he looked at Cedric the same way you looked at Seamus, as an object, a way to torment me, to torment a person, anyone!" Harry was incensed now, his earlier anger nothing compared to this, Harry was white-hot rage, intense burning and deadly.
"YOU." A punch. "WILL." A knee to the groin. "NEVER." Another punch. "TOUCH." Another punch. "SEAMUS AGAIN, AND YOU WILL APOLOGIZE!" Each word punctuated by a savage punch. Draco was really crying in pain now. Harry coldly dropped him on the floor.
"I think you better go to the infirmary Malfoy. Accio wand." And then Harry waved Draco's wand in front of his face. "You can have this back after you apologize to Seamus. Now get out of here, you have something to do." Harry said coldly. Then he waved his wand and Draco found he could move, but all he could do was weep.
Beaten, he beat me…Oh sure, Draco had been beaten before. Lucius always thought a beating toughened up a young boy, especially when they did something wrong. He never touched Narcissa, and never touched Draco when Narcissa was around, but when Lucius got angry with his wife; he took it out on Draco. There was always an excuse.
"Your room is too messy, how many god damn mother fucking times do I have to tell you to clean you room!" Lucius snarled angrily. A 9-year-old Draco looked at him innocently.
"But father, you said that the house elves could do it-" Lucius savagely backhanded him.
"Never mind what I said damn it, you didn't clean your fucking room!" And then Lucius would set in on him. Potter was wrong, he'd felt pain spells before, and he'd been beaten, but never Crucio… He didn't know Potter had felt Crucio. And suddenly emotion was being poured out of Draco.
When something is repressed, smothered even, it grows and becomes greater, infected. The years of emotion within Draco were exploding into a frenzy of feeling, and Draco couldn't break down, not here. Somehow he found the strength to run for it, to run for-
"YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH SEAMUS AGAIN AND YOU WILL APOLOGIZE!"
After every beating Draco always obeyed the beater, it was programmed into him. He turned to the hospital wing. I have to find Seamus. He had no choice. That didn't stop hate from cystilizing in his heart, Potter… He'd never felt such venom before, not even for his father. Potter had humiliated him and beaten him, that couldn't be forgiven.
Soon he stumbled in front of door to the hospital wing and slowly opened it. Pomfrey wasn't there. He sighed in relief; he didn't really want to answer any questions. The only room that looked in use was over there… Draco steeled himself up; he could be in and out of there in an instant.
"Malfoy?" Draco looked up at Seamus' eyes and felt his knees go weak.
Seamus had felt the need to visit the bathroom and was on his way back feeling slightly dizzy. Damn that had hurt when Neville had done that to him… Stupid fucking Malfoy and his dumb tricks… Speak of the devil. Seamus looked at Draco and blinked. What the hell had happened to the boy?
His normally beautiful face was marred and beaten, blood flowing down and from the way he stood his stomach was obviously injured and Seamus could see that he'd been crying.
"Malfoy?" Draco looked at him and Seamus could tell he wasn't going to stand much longer. "Draco, what happened to you?" Seamus didn't know why he used Malfoy's first name, but he felt compelled to. Suddenly Draco was holding back tears, Seamus could tell from the way his eyes grew wet and then cold, his body rigid with the effort of not crying. And then Seamus wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it would be all right.
"I- nothing, I- I-" Draco stuttered, an apology? He'd never said sorry in his life that way. Lucius had never even required him to apologize for an infraction that he could be beaten for. It was hard, almost as hard as saying the word love…
"Come here Draco, you're a mess." For now Seamus forgot all about what had happened earlier, for now he was just full of concern for a fellow human in pain. He made Draco sit on his bed and grabbed the rag with the basin of water by his bed.
"What happened to you?" Seamus asked again as he gently sponged some of the blood from Draco's face. Draco hissed in pain and almost drew away at the gentle touch. Almost…
"I- I- NO!" Draco shouted and shot up. He looked at Seamus, a wild look in his eyes, the look of a cornered animal that had no refuge. "I can't he'll hurt me…" He trailed off, conflicting memories, right wrong what was in between? Pain past present what would he be?
"Clean your room- APOLOGIZE- Do the spell right- NEVER AGAIN- you are a failure- OBEY!" Voices, painful tempting voices. Seamus reached out then, and grabbed Draco. Draco curled into Seamus and shuddered, he felt so cold… Seamus was hot, burning hot, and Draco was frozen, a tundra with no feelings, no sensation. He looked into Seamus' eyes, and Seamus looked into his.
Suddenly, Draco inhaled Seamus' smell, a pleasant musk that made him tremble with desire. Seamus looked deep into Draco's eyes, he wanted, needed, to help. And then Harry Potter was forgotten from both their minds as their lips met in a tender kiss. Draco and Seamus shuddered as energy flowed between them and Draco was healed.
Harry's eyes flew wide open as he felt his mind sear with unbelievable pain, his scar hurt his eyes hurt, he-
Oh how could Harry do that to Malfoy-?
Oh no I hope Snape doesn't come over here, aw shit here he comes-
Why won't he regain control, he was showing such promise just a minute ago-
But if Voldemort does that he'll be exposed too early
Thoughts, hundreds of thoughts poured into his mind, and it filled with agony as he felt a hundred minds not his own pour into his head. And then a torrent of raw emotion, he could feel laced with Seamus, and another one, one who he felt suddenly close to. He wanted to be with Seamus and this other one; it felt right and made him complete. But the pain-
Harry, oh my god what's happening to him?
I wonder if she'll go out with me, that comment the other night…
I hope everything's all right between those two, Malfoy is such a bastard-
HARRY, TAKE MY HAND! This voice was louder, and Harry "saw" a hand. He didn't really see, he felt it. He took it, and his world sunk into peaceful oblivion.
"Damn." Albus Dumbledore swore. Neville looked at him in startlement. He'd been working with Moody earlier and that experience had been fairly scary. Right now he couldn't seem to get his power to work, he'd have more luck with his wand. But then Dumbledore had gone rigid for a second, and his eyes had gone vacant.
"I hoped that, but it does explain…" Dumbledore muttered to himself. Neville looked at him in confusion.
"DAMN IT, WHY NOW?" Dumbledore raged. Neville started in surprise and then realized just how old and tired Dumbledore looked. Dumbledore noticed Neville was there.
"Sorry Neville, and don't worry, I'm not dead yet." He said with that old twinkle back in his eyes. And Neville felt relief course through him. But that was only because he didn't see the twinkle fade and die.
There, another ability awoken. How many more powers would be discovered, how many more objects of power would be found? She didn't like how this was turning out, not at all. She smiled and caressed her arm, she would win anyways. Her power was bound like that. She glanced at the small rat in the cage next to her. It was a red rat, unusual in and of itself.
"Another one has grown, how long before I have to kill them my friend, can you tell me hmm?" She muttered sadistically to the rat. The rat squealed and threw itself against the bars of the cage. She laughed again and flung back her sleeve to reveal her bloody arm. She was practically a Sorceress now, thought was the deed. She glared greedily at her arm, and the bright wand that pulsated within it.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, round and round fate we go, where we stop, only I know." And she began to giggle now, her laugh coming strong and high-pitched. The rat shuddered and bided his time. Soon he could be free, but only if he waited…
A/N- I am so happy! I finally found the end of that chapter. Chapters come almost prewritten in my head, they almost write themselves, I'm just incidental to the whole process…Ooh that felt good I just cracked my back… Well this is my longest chapter yet, and will be posted as soon as FF.net is "normal" again. You may be confused, don't worry, I am as well… ^_^; Well I hope this wasn't overdone… And so sorry for OOC Harry, but he was pissed…
Shout Outs-
Jivanna- Don't worry about Draco me dear, he'll be fine… heh heh heh…
Princess of Mordor- A good way huh? That's nice to know. This chapter should be the weirdest yet!
Iameviltara- so you don't have a thing for Snape eh? *suggestive wink* but yes, Snape does get some more spotlight, I'm very fond if Severus, and just about everyone else… Well there goes some plot but at this point, WHO CARES?