Chapter Eleven: My baloney has a first name, it's D-R-A-C-O…

Draco lay in his bed, staring blankly skyward. He'd torn off his uniform, because it still smelled of Kiyoshi—sickly sweet, like honeysuckle. Everything that he saw, everything he owned reminded him somehow of Kiyoshi, so he'd shoved it all into the hallway, out of his sight. He lay now nude and shivering on his bed, the only thing too heavy for him to move. The door to his room was latched; he didn't want anyone to come in—didn't want him to come in.

And yet suddenly, there he was, looking down at him. Draco started and scrambled to cover himself, but he'd ripped the bedclothes from the mattress and put them out into the hall with his other things. He blushed as Kiyoshi stared at him, taking in his pale skin and downy soft hair. Finally he looked into Draco's eyes once more.

"Even now Nuncio approaches," Draco heard himself say. His voice was cold and distant, and he realized suddenly that Kiyoshi was speaking through him. "Even now, Danger draws near. I must leave, lest I jeopardize you all."

"The teachers have handled things like this before—Hogwarts is famous for being hazard-ridden!" Draco sat up, struggling against Kiyoshi's consciousness to speak in his own voice. "We've got an evil forest right here on campus!"

Kiyoshi shook his head. "You cannot fathom the evil that draws ever nearer. I must lead them away." His shoulders heaved in a soul-weary sigh. "It is ever thus."

"Please let me help you," Draco pleaded. "I know that if we work together, we can do it!"

"You cannot," Kiyoshi said sternly, then shook his head. "You must not. You are not strong enough; even I, ageless and boundless, can barely keep Them at bay." He hesitated, then pursed his lips and shook his head again. "No. You cannot help me, and we cannot be together. It is not my wish, Draco, but the will of the Fates."

Draco felt a shiver of pleasure run up his spine as Kiyoshi said his name, even if it wasn't really his voice. "I love you," Draco whispered. His voice sounded small and childish in comparison with Kiyoshi's. The boy looked longingly upon Draco for a moment, then turned away. "Wait," Draco said. Kiyoshi did not turn, but he knew his friend was listening. He was always ready to listen. "Who… Who are They? What are They? Can They really be so great and terrible?"

"They," Kiyoshi said slowly, speaking through Draco again, "Are female. They—They are girls."

"Girls?" Draco echoed incredulously. "We've all worked ourselves into a pother over girls?"

"Mock them at peril, Draco," Kiyoshi said gravely. "They are not only girls, but—" He stopped and wrapped his arms around himself, shuddering. "I—I can't—"

Draco slid out of bed and went to stand by Kiyoshi. He laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Please."

"Fangirls," Kiyoshi gasped, shutting his eyes tight. "They—They are fangirls. They trail me day and night—Nuncio managed to lead them away for a time, but…" He shook his head. "It is impossible to elude them for long. There are so many… So many…" He turned suddenly and threw himself into Draco's arms, trembling. Draco held him to him uncertainly. The feeling of Kiyoshi's warmth on his bare body was exhilarating, but the way Kiyoshi spoke of the Fangirls was terrifying. He never thought anything could frighten the young boy. Professor Snape, Harry Potter, even Fluffy didn't make him flinch, so these girls had to be demon-spawn, sprung from Hell itself.

Suddenly, Kiyoshi looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. "Nuncio," He breathed. "He nears—I can feel him!" He tore himself away from Draco and ran to the window, flung it open. Down in the courtyard, a figure in a black cloak sat upon a prancing black horse. He wore a mask to hide all but his odd green eyes, and the cloak covered much of his body. Draco, who had followed Kiyoshi to the window, stared down in wonder, and his heart wrenched as he saw the man in black look up to the window, then beckon to Kiyoshi.

Kiyoshi turned to Draco, his eyes burning with emotion. "I must take my leave, Draco. But—" He drew him close and hugged him hard. "You will remain in my heart of hearts, my lover. Do not forget me. Somehow, someday, I will return to you." He kissed him, sending a jolt of electricity through Draco that left him tingling, wide-eyed and speechless. With a final goodbye, Kiyoshi vaulted out of the window and landed unharmed on the cobblestones below. He ran to meet Nuncio, who gave him a hand up onto the horse, and, without a glance back, they rode off towards the horizon.

Standing completely nude at the window, below which quite a crowd was gathering, Draco burst into tears.

Though Draco was too distraught to notice, the horizon began to darken with the movement of some massive cloud of beings. As it drew nearer, the crowd below the window could see that it was a swarm of girls—all shrieking at an extremely high pitch, all wearing home-made Hogwarts uniforms of varying quality. Some of them were waving wands and brooms. The real students stared, confused, until Dumbledore apparated into existence in front of them. "Students!" He cried urgently, "You must all take shelter in the nearest building at once! Lock the doors—bar the windows! Let no one through!"

The students scattered, screaming in terror and confusion, as the first of the girls reached the courtyard. "We're here!" Some were shrieking. "It really exists! There are the dorms!" Windows were shattering with the sheer volume of their voices. One of them happened to see Draco standing in the window, still sobbing, and let out a shriek that deafened the nearest two girls. "Look! It's Draco!"

"I claimed his uniform on the internet!"

"I own his hair!"

"I claimed his libido!"

The girls started to make a human ladder to reach Draco, who finally came back to himself and slammed the window shut, sliding the latch into place. He backed away as the first of the girls began to claw at the glass of the window with wild eyes.

Suddenly, there was a piercing whinny, and Draco glimpsed Nuncio and Kiyoshi on the great black horse, just a few yards behind the last of the fangirls. "Hey! Look here!" Nuncio was shouting, waving a packet of pictures. "I've got hentai shots of Professor Snape and Ron!" His horse reared, frothing in fear, as the tide of hormonal girls turned on him as one. Wheeling his horse, Nuncio bolted off, away from Hogwarts, the hundreds of fangirls screaming after him.

The noise of the girls faded, leaving in their wake broken cobblestones, shattered windows, and trampled grass. Draco stared out at where they had been, a stray tear rolling slowly down his cheek, which was owned by Heather, screen name MeNDraco4Eva. "What terror," He murmured, reaching out to lay a hand on the cold glass. Already he missed Kiyoshi's gentle touch. "Please," He whispered into the silence. "Kiyoshi, please come back to me."

Draco's whispered longings for Kiyoshi were owned by Brittany, screen name SexyDraco009.

…The End?