WARNING: This chapter WILL have some shaggage (is that a word?). There will be slash all over the place. Colorful language will be used. If by chance, you've stumbled this far into the fic without noticing the above mentioned things, what have you been reading, cause it sure as hell wasn't my story. Anywho, if you're not squicked by M/M sex and/or relationships, and think it's the hottest thing to happen to Harry Potter fiction since probably the first NC-17 posted, then by all means, continue. 8 spaces for you to hit your back button if this doesn't sit well with you.
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by T.K. Yuy
Chapter 4-'Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.'He walked down the hall towards the Gryffindor Tower as quietly as humanly possible without casting a silencing spell on himself, and the Fat Lady swung open without so much as a word. Once inside, he quickly opened the door to Harry's secret passage, and as the tiny pin pricks of warning started to throb, he knew there was definitly something going on. He picked up his robes and ran, making note that at 150-years old, he should not be running like his life depended on it. Unfortunately, he feared that someone's life depended on his running, and picked up the pace.
Once at the inner door, which he found to be locked by things far more secure than just a simple locking spell, he heard muffled voices and then laughter. Laughter that was not of any person he knew. He had a feeling that there were silencing spells on the door, so any attempt to knock would be pointless, and quickly set to work on figuring out exactly what had been cast, and when. There was not much that happened within Hogwarts that he didn't know about well in advance, and this door should not, by any means, have magic on it like it did without his approval. Half of it he had never cast.
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"You see, Severus, being the Heir of Gryffindor, that's all good and dandy, but I'm much more than that, as I'm sure you've noticed. There has never been anything like what I am born into a mortal body, not since He was exorcised. anyway. Muggles fear him because of their religions have said about him, Wizarding folk, well, most of them have forgotten Him, because it's been eons since He last walked among mortals."
"Potter, either speak something that makes some sort of sense, or I'm afraid you'll have lost me."
"Does the name Lucifer mean anything to you?"
The Potions Master's eyes grew wide as he realized exactly what it was that Harry was implying, and he had no sooner sat down on the couch next to Ormand when the door burst open. Harry's wings twitched, blood dripping from the tips, gathering in the pool already at his feel. When Dumbledore finally regained his feet, he found himself met by a pair of glowing green eyes, and a smirk that looked far too Slytherin to have been on the face of a Gryffindor. Ormand took one look at the Headmaster and disappeared. Severus didn't seem too be upset by that little fact, but he didn't like the look Dumbledore had on his face. It was the same look he had when he last addressed the Order.
"I assume you're here because you know exactly what I am?" Harry asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Considering that the Blood God has been reborn, I feel it necessary to see exactly what you know."
"Anything, everything, and nothing, all at once. Lucifer was cast out of the Hall of Kings, and started the Change in Witches, Wizards and magical beings throughout the world."
"And do you know how the Change was started?"
"The Powers shifted after he was banished, and because of his existance now in the Mortal World, the Powers had to shift the World itself, thus causing all that were of magical blood to begin the Change. As their bodies matured, their magic would grow, and eventually, surpass their bodies. The Change in itself is a release of excess magical power, and the Witch or Wizards wand then changes its patterns to accomidate the new level."
Snape had never heard the Change explained so perfectly by a student, and obviously Dumbledore hadn't either, because his eyes narrowed.
"Very good, Harry. Now tell me, did Lucifer ever
Change?"
"His Change was immediate, upon his landing in the Mortal
World. Shortly after, the Powers forced the Change upon the Hall of Kings,
and it was ultimately destroyed and locked away from Mortal eyes. Not even
the Council of Change, which was created just before Hogwarts was up and
running, has access to it."
"How, may I ask, was Lucifer exorcised?"
"He decided to
take a Mortal body, and walk among them, and if my inheirited memory serves me
correctly, it wasn't a Wizard who performed the rite, but a Dragon."
"That's impossible!" Severus jumped out of his seat. "Dragons cannot speak the tongue of Man, nor can they perform magical acts such as an exorcism!"
"True, but a Veela can."
Harry whirled around to the bookcase, only to see Draco walking through, Dragon form completed. He was about the size of a small horse, his body sleek and reminding Dumbledore and Snape of an oversized grey hound. His taloned feet dug into the stone floor, his tail twitching angrily as his eyes started to glow blue. His wings still crackled with the electricity that Harry had seen earlier, but it was much more concentrated. He could hear it.
"Veela have always had a bit of Dragon blood in them, and some of us are privledged enough to be granted the ability to become one as an animagus."
He padded over to Harry, eyes never leaving Dumbledore. Severus' gasp caught in the back of his throat as the white-silver Dragon nuzzled the Gryffindor's groin, moving behind him and pressing himself through his legs. Harry's chuckle broke the silence in the room, and he let himself shift into his own Dragon form, the blood at his feet flying around the two in a swirl of glittering red. Dumbledore's eyes narrowed even more as the black Dragon nipped at the white's neck, both disappearing into the bedroom before he can speak. Severus laughed and fell back onto the couch.
"I fail to see how this is funny, Severus!"
"Oh please, Albus, you can't honestly say that you don't know what he's doing?"
"Completing Mr. Malfoy's Change, I would assume. But
how is that funny?"
"Considering, Albus, what he is, and what his role in the
Change is, I would think it quite obvious that he plans on doing much more than
letting the Order know exactly what control over the Powers he has."
"You think he's going to try and open the Hall of Kings, don't you?"
"Not at first, no, but I do think he's planning on taking control of the Council."
"Oh dear…"
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He woke up warm for a change, and with a pair of strong arms around his waist, but in surroundings he didn't recognize. He sat up slowly, hoping not to wake the man beside him, and looked around. The bed sheets were black silk, and candles glowed all around it, the circle of light casting eerie shadows over everything. He moved to get out of bed, only to find himself staring up into a pair of green eyes, and a smug smile.
"Where," Harry asked, "do you think you're going?"
"Privy, if you don't mind, Potter."
"hmmm. Not planning on staying in there all night, are you?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"Whether or not you give me ample reason to come back into bed."
Harry didn't waste a second in catching Malfoy's lips, tongue slipping past his lips and grinding his hips down. Draco arched under him, gasping as the Gryffindor's arousal was made painfully obvious, and clawed at the already abused shoulders of the dark-haired man above him, and Harry sighed, burrying his face in his shoulder. He rolled them both over, and let go of Draco's waist. If the blonde wanted to leave, there was nothing he could do about it now.
"Bathroom's one door down." he said quietly, candles on one side of the bed moving and illuminating a path to the door.
"Right."
He pulled the covers back, and just as his feet touched the floor, Harry turned onto his side, away from him. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, but something like a dull ache made itself at home in his chest as he padded out to the bathroom. He contemplated just leaving through the passage he'd come in, but when he looked back in at Harry, who unfortunately was facing towards the wall adjacent to the door, he couldn't. Whether he was sleeping or not, Harry had tears streaming down his face, and was clutching his pillow to his chest. Draco walked back in, pulled the covers back, and slid back into bed.
"Hey." he said quietly, propping himself up on his elbow and brushing Harry's hair out of his face. "you alright?"
"This was a mistake." the words seemed to be forced out.
"How so?"
"I should have never done what I did tonight. I shouldn't have made it so obvious."
"Snape would've found out eventually. He is involved with Ormand you know."
"Severus isn't the one that concerns me. Dumbledore's going to call for a meeting of the Order, and they'll all go against my motion to reopen the Hall of Kings."
"Not all of them."
"Name one."
"Severus."
"He'll side with the Council, because of Ormand."
"Then what about me? Do you think I'd side against
you?"
"You're not a member of the Order, Malfoy."
"I'm not? Funny, I didn't think that a Phoenix would sing his song of protection for someone not of the Order."
Harry was silent, but let Draco turn him onto his back, a hand moving ever so slowly down his chest and stomach to where he needed it the most. He knew the rumors about Malfoy being talented in bed, but as pale fingers brought him over the edge, he knew exactly how true they were. A heated kiss completed his release, arching up off the bed as the hand slid down between his legs, fingers barely brushing over his entrance in their quest to please him. The kiss left them both breathless as Draco pulled back, sliding himself between Harry's thighs, both hands lifting his hips as he locked his gaze with the still panting man.
"May I?" he asked, a hand sliding down under Harry's back, to just where his wings would have been, and stroking gently.
"Shit." hissed the Gryffindor, "Malfoy, you're already in my bed, why the hell would you think you even have to ask that?!"
"How am I supposed to know if you're into it or not. It's not like we've done this before! For Merlin's sake, we've hardly said a polite word to eachother in 7 years!"
"Just shut the fuck up and do it!"
Draco didn't argue the point, just hooked his lovers knees over his shoulders, and with a grin, bit his inner thigh.
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"Where the bloody hell is he?!" bellowed Ron, looking at his watch, "We're going to be late for breakfast if he doesn't hurry up!"
"Ron, calm down, I'm right here."
Harry walked out of his room, dressed in robes that were definitly not those of a 7th year Hogwarts student, and with Draco in tow, dressed very similar. Muggle jeans and a deep red muscle shirt for Harry, while Draco wore jeans and a fitted grey t-shirt. Their outer robes were what shocked the Weasley. Black velvet, with a silver silk lining, with long sleeves and a bottom hem that dragged on the floor a bit behind them, hood down the back. There was no clasp or tie anywhere on them, and from what Ron could tell, they were meant to be left open. What he didn't understand, was why Harry was wearing them, and more importantly, why the hell Draco Malfoy –of all the people in the world, Muggle and Wizarding alike- was coming from Harry's room?
"Nice robes Harry, but, what the fuck are you doing with Malfoy?!"
"Whatever I please. Now, you said something about missing breakfast?"
Ron's look of pure shock was ignored, and as Harry left, Malfoy right behind him, Hermione came tearing down the stairs from the Girls Dormitory. She stopped dead as she watched the blonde stop when Harry raised a hand, and had to hold Ron back as he put his arms around Harry's neck. The scene wasn't an intimate one, the whole thing just looked like two friends giving one another a hug, but the two watching weren't blind. They both saw the tremor pass through Malfoy's body, and the look of fear in his eyes as he headed towards the Slytherin dungeons. When Harry turned back to them, Hermione was the first one to throw off her trance and step forward.
"Harry," she started, "may I ask what exactly is going on?"
"Yeah, Harry, what is going on?" Ron added, voice angry.
"Ron, if you're going to act like that, I would advise you to watch yourself. You'll find that I'm not exactly the innocent little Gryffindor you knew back in first year. And if you really must know, Draco and I have… admitted our differences, and resolved a few problems."
"Bull shit! You shagged him, didn't you!?"
The trio looked behind them, only to see Seamus Finnigan beaming at them from the hall that lead to the Prefects Bathroom.
"Come on, 'Arry, do tell!"
"Seamus, I fail to see how my sex life concerns you." Harry laughed, kissing his friends cheek, "besides, even if I did shag him, what is it to you?"
"20 Galleons, that's what!'
"You bet 20 Galleons on Harry shagging Malfoy?!" screeched Hermione, her face pale.
"You bettah believe it! Zambini said he'd seen Malfoy go into a secret passage way last night, and well, we all know there's more than just one way into your room."
"You bet with Blaise Zambini?! Seamus Finnigan, are you mad!?" Ron was in near hysterics. "Do you have any idea what that means!?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Is placing a wager with a Slytherin against Gryffindor law, or something, Ronnie-kins, because if it is, I've been breaking the law since 2nd year."
Everyone but Ron laughed. He still hadn't figured out exactly why Malfoy was with Harry, even if he was shagging him. For Merlins sake, not even Hermione or himself had been allowed in Harry's room, and yet Malfoy was allowed in? This didn't make any sense to him. He and Hermione, they were his friends, right? He thought they were, but things had been different lately.
~You were there when he was Sorted, you know. You heard what the Sorting Hat said. What Harry had to say to get it to place him in Gryffindor. 'Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.'~ the nagging little voice in the back of Ron's head said. ~And what if he had been sorted into Slytherin? You know how they treat their friends, don't you?~
~TBC~
I don't think I have anything to say about this chapter, which is unusual. Well, the next chapter should be out by Wednesday, Saturday at the latest. With work and all, writing time has started to become hard to come by. Your review, however, motivate me to write more, so keep 'em coming. Until the next chapter…
Schnoogles!
TK