by T.K. Yuy
Chapter 8- PossessionIt had been three days since Ron and Hermione had been given exlainations, and the rest of Hogwarts was none the wiser. Harry and Draco still insulted eachother in the halls, and were rivals in Potions, but other than that, they had left one another alone. Unfortunately, it had also been three days since Draco's Change had been finished, and he was just now starting to feel the effects it had on him. And it was not a good feeling, to say the least.
He was calm in the morning, and through Potions, be it a Lecture day or a Lab, but after that, he started to get… edgy. His Housemates seemed to irritate him more than he ever thought possible, the mere sound of their voices making him grit his teeth. Their constant talk about Gryffindors and Potter, it made him want to turn around and hit one of them. The looks they sent Weasely and Granger made his hands clench into fists, and when they so much as dared to look at Potter, his blood boiled. It was getting to the point where he could feel his control start to slip, and he was sure that if one of them had tried to bring him into the conversation, that they would've been a smoldering pile of ashes on the floor before anyone could speak. Parkinson was trying his patience at the moment.
"Draky, what say we skip our free period in the library, and head up to my room…?" she purred, hand playing with his tie in what he guessed was supposed to be a suggestive manner.
"Not today Pansy, I have things to do." he growled, pushing past her as he saw Harry round the corner towards the Potions room.
"What could be so important," the girl pouted, rushing in front of him, "that you couldn't make just a little time for me?"
"I have business with Snape."
"He'll understand. Come on, please?"
"I said no. What part of the two letter word don't you understand, Parkinson? The 'n' or the 'o'?"
As he stalked off down the hall, pushing past Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy could only stare after him, tears in her eyes. She knew Draco Malfoy was a cruel bastard, but he'd never acted that way with her. He was always the perfect gentleman. The look of hatred on his face was not normal. And she was determined to find out what had gotten her boyfriend so worked up.
"Goyle, Crabbe, would you two do me a favor and tail Draco for me?"
"What would ya want us ta give him a tail for?" asked Crabbe.
"Idiot!" Goyle smacked him, "she means watch him. Follow him."
"Oh. Why?"
"no reason, I just have a surprise for
him, and want to make sure he's not going to get in the way of making it
work."
"What kind of-"
"Don't ask questions, just do it!"
They jumped at the sudden out burst and turned and headed down the hall in hot persuit of their leader. Pansy grinned and headed for the library. If she was right, she was going to need to learn some new restraining spells if she was going to keep her dragon tamed.
~!*!~
"Potter! Wait up!" he yelled, perfectly aware of
the two that were following him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"We need to talk. Now."
"I have nothing to talk to you about, so bugger off!"
"Potter, please, now is not the time to be playing games!"
Hearing the edge on Malfoy's voice was enough to assure Harry that this was indeed about what he had been dreading. And now that he thought about it, it was probably what the Council wanted to talk about. He took a quick glance at the two bumbling idiots that were mock-arguing over something, and nodded, pushing the door to the Potions classroom open. Barely inside the door, a loud crash could be heard from Snape's office, and a muffled curse. Harry looked at Draco, and both smirked before heading to the book case.
"Severus, you do realize that you're shagging Circe Reynolds' father, don't you?" Harry called, quickly shutting the book case as he heard Ormand curse and race towards the door. "Come on!"
He dragged Malfoy through the hall, slamming the door and placing strong wards and spells on the room that not even Ormand would be albe to get through. The blonde just laughed and flopped onto the couch, his eyes bright with something Harry knew very well.
"So," he started, "what's the problem?"
"I'm edgy. Jumpy even. My mind is forever turning its attention to you, and while I quite like looking at you naked and looking like fucking God, I find it distractive, to say the least. For Merlin's sake, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to hit everyone who looked at you, and most of them are in my own House!"
"Possession."
"What?"
"Did Ormand tell you anything about what would happen after
you completed your Change?"
"No, why? And don't tell me that it's
something that could determine the fate of all Man kind, 'cause I may be
Chaotic, but I'm not that Chaoitic."
"Dragons mate for life, just as Veela do, well, the upper Veela anyway. Unfortunately, you've got the best of both worlds. You're entering what the Council likes to call the Possession Stage of the Change. You'll be extremely protective of me for the rest of your life, but the anger and edgyness should pass in a few days. Hopefully."
"'Hopefully'? You're not sure?!"
"Well, you have to remember, I'm what most people would call 'different', so things may not run exactly as they have in the past."
"I am not going to deal with this everyday for the rest of my life! No fucking way!"
Draco stood, ripping his tie off with a growl. Harry sighed and sat back, crossing his ankles out in front of him, and running a hand through his hair. He pushed his glasses up, annoyed with how they kept slipping down his nose, and as the fire sparkled with electricity, he knew there was little he could do to stop what his blonde-haired lover was starting. Very little.
Ormand. he called mentally, you didn't tell him about the Possession Stage.
I never thought you would be the one to finish his Change, so it would've been unimportant.
Who did you think would finish him?! I don't know of too many young dragon animagi that would be willing.
I would've found one.
And what would you have done when I found out? You've always known what I am, so was it that hard to accept? Was it that inconceivable, that you would risk losing a dragon over it
Potter, please, I didn't know he was your grounding. For God's sake, how could I?! Lucifers grounding was a pendant given to him by Necromancers.
Necromancers? There aren't many of them left, are there?
Only a handful.
Hmmm… the pendant, and idea where it is now?
I don' tknow, but the other Council members might.
I'll be there the 31st, don't warn them.
"-Are you even listening to me!?"
Harry blinked, and looked up at Draco, who'd been pacing and ranting for at least the past 5 minutes. He sighed and stood up, pulling his lover to him for a kiss that made the fire jump. Draco didn' tknow what to make of it when he abruptly pulled away and headed for the door.
"I think I may have found a way to fix this, but I need to do a little research first. You're free to stay here, of course, but I'm pretty sure Crabbe and Goyle have told Pansy that they saw you enter the Potions room and never leave."
"You're going to the Library, aren't you?"
"No, the
Headmaster's office. Dumbledore, I'm sure, has head about what I
need."
"And you kiss me like that because…?"
"You were ranting about
nothing, I had to do something to shut you up."
Silence.
"I'll meet you at your room later tonight, and you can rant about the injustice of it all you want."
"My room? And risk getting caught?"
"Possibly get caught. I'll be there about 11:30. Think you can manage without me for a few hours?"
"I suppose. Potter?"
"Yes Malfoy?"
"Kiss me
again."
With a laugh, Harry brough his lover closer, kissing him lightly, and then vanished…
~!*!~
…only to reappear in the Headmaster's office with a *pop*. Fawkes chattered happily, flying over to his shoulder, and Harry had to laugh. Dumbledore had jumped out of his seat and cast a tickling spell at him, only to have it turn into brightly colored flowers as it hit an invisible sheild around him.
"Harry. You gave me quite the start. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"
"What do you know about Lucifer? Or more specifically, the pendant he was given to inhabit a Mortal body?"
~!*!~
Draco took the passage back to the Potions room, only to find it locked. He knew that wasn't a good sign, and rushed back to Harry's room, grabbing two potions from the storage cabinet, and apparating himself to his own room. He was a short walk away, and if he hurried, he would be able to stop what he knew was happening.
"Ms. Parkinson, as I told you, Mr. Malfoy was here, collected what he needed, and left, well over 2 hours ago." Snape said, obviously tired of the argument.
"Then where did he go? He hasn't been seen, and Crabbe and Goyle did not see him leave this room."
"Excuse my interuption, but those two idiots couldn't find their own asses without having some one shove their heads up it."
"I don't think anyone asked you." Pansy spat, angry eyes meeting the green-haired mans.
not good. Draco thought, throwing the door open. "Professor, I've finished that batch of Wolfsbane, and made the Dragon Tonic you wanted." he said, handing both bottles to Snape.
"Ah, very good." Snape smirked, watching Ormands eyes flash in warning. "I believe-"
"Draky, where have you been!? I"ve been looking everywhere for you!" Pansy cried, latching herself onto Draco's arm.
"Parkinson, get off me, before I find it necessary to hurt you." he growled, looking to Ormand. "Shouldn't you be off doing something a little more Council-like?"
"I've been given leave for good behavior."
"Bullshit."
The three men in the room laughed, and Pansy gripped Draco's arm tighter, smiling suductivly. Not that Draco paid any attention to it. He was more concerned with the fact that she was still clutching him like a doll. Snape saw the blonde's eyes flash in warning, and looked to Ormand. He just shrugged and walked into the office, saying something about getting a book.
"Draco, we should head to the Great Hall, dinner's about to start." Pansy tried batting her over mascaraed eyes and if he didn't think it funny, Draco probably would've cringed.
"I suppose we should. But Pansy?"
"Yes Draco?" she looked so expectant, that he couldn't help but smirk.
"You're not sitting with me. Not smelling like that."
Snape's eyebrow went up, and Ormand's head poked itself out the door. No-one, not even the other Slytherins, had ever commented on Pansy Parkinson's choice in perfumes. There had been times when the Potions master had wanted to, but he always remembered his place was to teach Potions, not correct their smell. Well, not unless it was part of that days class anyway.
"You-you don't like my perfume?"
"I suppose it would be pleasant, if you weren't wearing so god damn much of it. You remind me of that pile of Hippogriff dung outside the green houses."
Without waiting for her to say anything, or do anything, he pulled himself out of her now slack grasp and headed out of the classroom, nodding to his Godfather and G.Grandfather. Pansy, on the other hand burst into tears and ran out, brushing by Draco so fast that his Seeker reflexes kicked in to see her turn the corner. He smirked to himself, and then chuckled, heading back to his room to change.
~!*!~
He walked into the Hall, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a fitted black t-shirt, and felt the whole Hall look at him. It wasn't as if he was wearing something drastically different. It was a Friday night, most of the students dressed down for dinner. It was like starting the weekend early. And it wasn't as if his hair was out of place, because he'd just washed it. True, it was still wet, and he'd left a few pieces hanging in his face when he tied the top half back, but that was nothing different. So what in Gods name were they all looking at him for?
Silver-grey eyes darted to the Gryffindor table, where Harry met his eyes and smirked, opening his mind completely.
Everyone's heard about how you told Pansy off. he said, mentally wrapping an arm around his waist, and some of the Slytherins are starting to wonder…
Wonder what, Potter?
If you're gay. I believe it was Zambini who started it.
Draco looked away and immediately went to his seat. There were some things that he had entrusted to some people, and now he was ready to kill someone. Preferably Blaise Zambini.
"So, Bulstrode tells us you told Pansy off." a husky baritone said, so close to his ear that he could feel the breath leave the persons mouth.
"And?"
"And nothing. It just, makes some of us wonder…"
"If I'm gay? Is that it, Zambini?" Draco growled, attempting to ignore the fact that Crabbe had moved to let the Greek boy sit down.
"Maybe."
His eyes narrowed dangerously as a hand dared to make its way up his inner thigh, and he smirked as he saw Harry raise an eyebrow. Picking up his goblet of pumpkin juice, he leaned back a bit, spreading his legs. Zambini's smirk was the give away, and as his fingers carefully unbuttoned the 6-button fly of his pants, Malfoy straightened up and began eating. He knew Harry was watching, waiting for the perfect time to strike, but he was going to have a little fun with his traitorous confidant.
"Blaise." he almost purred, looking over at him as he
took a bite of his salad, "you do realize that I could be seeing someone, don't
you?"
"Like who? Potter?"
Draco froze. He'd known he felt eyes on him the day Harry had kissed him in the hall before apparating them to the Potions room, but had no idea it was a Slytherin. Most of the other Houses knew enough to keep their mouths shut, at least when it came to Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. But Slytherins? No, they wanted exploit everyone that had anything to do with Potter. A wicked idea formed in his head and he continued to eat.
"Maybe."
"Maybe? That's an automatic yes, you know."
"Maybe, but wouldn't you just love to know what he thinks of what you're doing?"
"He's not even watching."
Blaise conveniently dropped his fork, and disappeared under the table to get it. Draco caught the murderous look in Harry's eyes as he felt Zambini's hand pull his half hard member from his pants, and dropped his napkin. He leaned down to pick it up, and stared straight at the dark-haired Slytherin.
"Do you always make it a point to give someone head while at the dinner table, Zambini, or am I just special?"
"Sit back up and enjoy it, Malfoy, and maybe I'll do more later."
"If there is a later, for you anyways. Potter's not happy with you at the moment."
"I told you, he's not even-"
Draco sat up, just as Harry stood from his seat, eyes ablaze. He reached down, like was going to put his napkin in his lap, and quickly tucked himself back into his pants, rebuttoned his fly, and smirked as Zambini's hands again moved to undo them. The Hall was silent, and as Harry stopped behind him and kneeled down where Zambini had been sitting, he knew things would not be pretty.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don't belong to you, Zambini?" he growled, grabbing him by the shirt collar and dragging him out from under the table.
"Potter! Get your hands off me!" Blaise spat, looking at Draco with daggers for eyes.
"Touch him again," Harry's eyes flashed in warning, "and I promise you, Blaise, that you will be spending quite a bit with Madam Pomfrey, who may or may not be able to put you back together again."
He let Zambini go, and turned to Draco, the anger still present in his eyes as he put one hand on the table to balance himself, the other at the back of his neck before catching his lips. Malfoy wimpered and reached up to grab the Gryffindor's shoulders, only to find himself on his feet and behind him before he even knew what had happened.
"If anyone else has a problem with Malfoy and I, I would advise you to either voice it now or not at all. The end results will not be pretty." he said, the candles floating above the ceiling going out before lightning flashed in the enchanged ceiling. Admist the sudden cries of alarm, Dumbledore smiled, and motioned for the candles to relight. When they didn't, he became worried.
"Severus," he whispered down the teachers table, "what's going on?"
"Possession is 9/10ths of the law, Albus, you should know that." the Potions master replied dryly, but not without noticing that as the next round of lightning went off, there were two dragons standing by the door to the Great Hall.
"Mr. Potter, if you would be so kind as to relight the candles." Dumbledore called out.
"Hmph."
Ron and Hermione gave eachother a paniced look, and quickly grabbed Ginny, Neville, Seamus and Dean, motioning for them to cover their ears. They didn't have to explain, because twin roars shook the very foundations of Hogwarts, lighting coming from the ceiling to light each and every candle, and the Gryffindors that were looking, saw a black and white dragon disappear as the light returned.
"Bloody. Fucking. Hell! What was that!?" Ginny cursed.
"That, my dear sister, was the most dramatic exit I have ever seen!" laughed Ron, winking at Hermione.
"Where'd those dragons come from?" Neville asked worriedly.
"They weren't real, the dragons, just illusions, like the ceiling." answered Hermione.
"And the roars?" asked Seamus.
"Just a recording from my brother, Charlie, that's all." replied Ron, eating like there was nothing wrong.
"So where did Harry and Malfoy go?" Leave it to Dean to ask the question most of the hall was thinking.
"To shag."
Ron and Hermione looked at eachother before bursting out in a rolling laughter. It wasn't often that they said something exactly the same at exactly the same time, but when they did, it was normally not what everyone expected.
"Oh dear… I hope they remember to use lubr-"
"GINNY!" This time it was Seamus and Ron.
Hermione looked at the two, and then at Ginny, who gave her the 'I'll tell you later' look that she had become quite familiar with. Despite the talk throughout the Hall, Hermione Granger was probably the only one not even thinking about Harry and Draco. No, her mind was on Ron, and why his face had flushed almost as red as his hair when Ginny tried to voice her concern….
~TBC~
Some of you may be wanting to yell and scream at me for adding a bit of a twist to it, but I promise, you'll get to the action part soon enough. And there'll be more snoggage too. Maybe even some shaggage. *g* Anywho! I'll be out of town for the next three weeks, with limited internet access, but I will be updating 'Everything Changes' every two/three days. Hopefully. As always, reviewer, you're the greatest. Keep 'em coming! Questions/Comments, they're all welcome. So far, Jade, you're the only one who's actually asked me any questions. 50 points to the House of your choice! TTFN everyone!
TK