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Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing, adult themes here, as well
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
******* EXTRA NOTE: Again, thanks soooo much to my readers/reviewers!!! Reviewers especially, ya? *******
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CHAPTER 7
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Two days afterwards, the seventh years found out the positions they had been given as jobs. Harry and Ron had managed to grab spots as Hogwarts Aurors, despite the massive amount of applications that had flooded in for that particular role. Hermione earned the Transfiguration aid, Neville became a Herbology aid, Seamus was a Care of Magical Creatures aid (and promised everyone another bout of Hippogriffs very soon), Lavender was an Astronomy aid, Parvati a Divination aid, and Dean was a Hogwarts Auror. Mostly Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws became the fill-ins for Filch's or Hagrid's jobs. The rest were Hogwarts Aurors. Nobody was made a Potions aid - Snape declared at the breakfast the day they got the letters that he was extremely pleased no one had offered, as he would have replied to an application with a two-week long detention, lasting to the very last night of graduation. Draco, Harry heard, had become the only Hogwarts Auror that wasn't in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.
And speaking of Draco, Harry hadn't had a chance until now at talking to the boy since their "incident" in the hallway. It was only until after dinner, meeting totally by accident on the Quidditch pitch that they were alone to talk freely.
"So.what was that, Draco?" Harry asked, after they had both sat in seats in the stadium, right in the very top, tucked into the corner of the stand where nobody could see them. The pitch was deserted, and the back of the stadium they were sat in faced the castle and the rest of the grounds. They had total privacy.
"What, the thing I showed you in the corridor the other day?" Draco replied, putting his arms on his knees, letting his hands dangle forwards, looking out to the far goals.
"Yeah. That's no ordinary magic. You managed to...stop time, and the feeling...man, that feeling..." Harry trailed off, leaning his head back on the wall. He blew a bang out of his face. Draco turned his head to Harry.
"I dunno. I've been able to do it since I was very small. My...mother...showed it to me, just after my father started teaching me the ways of a Death Eater. She may seem just like my father on the outside - rude, cold and uncaring, but my mother really cares. She knew I didn't want to be a Death Eater, but she was afraid at upsetting my father...she's too deeply in love with him, you see, and doesn't want to injure their marriage. So she showed me this thing where...well, it's hard to explain, but she taught me how to stop time and enter this phase of self-being where all you feel is ecstasy at just being made of what you are: a sort of self- satisfaction, but to the extreme level where, in this sort of phase, you feel no worries; the only two emotions are lust, or reluctance - but that only occurs the first few times.
"But the thing is, my father discovered she was teaching me her old family trait, and forbade the old magic to continue. But just because I stopped learning it, didn't mean I stopped using it, and my father never found out.
"I guess you could say it's... a sort of masturbation with the mind. Except it's not that type of...want. It's just feeling good about yourself so much that it flows through you like blood so that it's the feeling of masturbation, just ten times over and it's in the mind."
Harry blew out his breath. "Whoa," was all he could say. Silence spread between them like a pillow: it cushioned the unnecessary questions and caressed them both, letting one another know there was a friendship here, but Harry needed to break the quiet, needed to know the answer.
"So...how come you stopped it so abruptly, and managed to touch me anyway?"
"Well," Draco started, not daring to face Harry, "I managed to touch you with it...because...I have feelings for you. My mother told me that only people experiencing true love could connect in this way. I had to try it, Harry. After that thing by the lake a few days ago...well, that small kiss blew me away. I've never felt like that with a girl. Never. And we hardly even kissed....well, like we had the chance to, with Snape and Dumbledore practically leaping out the doors just in time."
"So why'd you stop it so quickly?" Harry asked, trying to stop a blush from leaking over his face.
"Oh. The time-lapse thing. Well, I've never been able to hold it for as long as I want. My mother was about to teach me that just before my father forbade it. At first, when I was being taught, I could hold it for a few seconds, and then it slowly expanded until now; and now it lasts about two minutes. I guess I've been learning with experience."
Harry was silent. Could this be Dark Magic? If it was, Dumbledore would find out...but he hadn't yet said anything, so maybe, just maybe, he and Draco had a chance at being together, whether it was in the mind or not, without everyone being against them.
He had to admit, that a gay couple wasn't heard of in Hogwarts. And it would be even more of a big thing if it were Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived; and Draco Malfoy, the Tom Riddle of their generation.
Draco suddenly turned in his seat.
"Like I said: I only managed to connect with you because I have feelings. So...I kind of need to give this to you," Draco said breathlessly, and put a hand behind Harry's neck.
He pressed himself to the brunette: their lips locked, arms entwined and Harry leant back in his chair, letting Draco lean on him. Draco's tongue forced Harry's mouth open and slid inside, gently prodding the inside of Harry's cheek before sliding madly over every inch of Harry's mouth it could reach. Harry moaned into Draco's lips and he joined in: the Gryffindor curled his tongue to an angle and their tongues touched; the weather was warm so Draco pulled at Harry's robes and then undid the buttons of the shirt underneath. Slytherin hands roamed over a Gryffindor chest and Harry experienced something quite unlike Draco's other magic.
Draco's hands worked wonders, sending sparks of electrifying lust through Harry's body as he rubbed Harry's muscles, his mouth moving down Harry's neck, licking and leaving a thin trail of welcome saliva. His lips eventually found Harry's nipple and he sucked hard. Harry gasped and pushed himself up in surprise and Draco pulled away.
"What the hell was that?!" Harry panted, grinning wildly.
"Dunno. Never gone for the nipples on a guy before," Draco replied, running slender, beautiful fingers through the brown-black hair in front of him. Harry shook his head. Draco suddenly laughed and reached a hand delicately, carefully, towards Harry's belt, letting the Gryffindor know what he wanted.
"What, in a plastic seat?!" Harry gawped.
"I'll do the handiwork," Draco smiled. Harry's cheeks flushed vibrantly, setting his emerald eyes into a glittering inferno. Draco gave out a lustful breath and undid Harry's fly, and then reached under the leg of Harry's boxers. His fingers roamed over a thigh and then found the crotch. His fingertips touched Harry's large flesh, and felt the steady throbbing.
And then the bell rang.
"End of break," Draco sighed, and buttoned up his friend's shirt. Harry couldn't move, still feeling the fingers against the most private part of his body. Draco gave a soft laugh and pulled Harry to his feet, managing not to fall over in the small aisle between the two rows of chairs. Harry hurriedly did up his pants, closed up his robes and they walked back to class, trying to wish away the extreme crimson that was dusted onto his cheeks.
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"As Hogwarts Aurors, you will be required to set an example for the new seventh years, and to focus your concentration on the guarding of this school," McGonagall lectured. Half of the seventh years were lined up in the Great Hall after dinner.
"This is NOT a job for chatting, or falling asleep against a wall thinking nothing will happen. Because, knowing your luck, it most probably will. Any sign, any movement; your eyes must be clear, your senses sharp. Anybody who got less than ten NEWTs has returned to class to choose another elective. You, all of you, know well the magic that is required to aid you in your job. And the magic that will not aid you, but that which you must guard against. This is the war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It is ABSOLUTELY CRITICAL that you do not let your mind wander. This is just like a Muggle war. You will DIE if you see something and are not prepared! You will DIE if you fall asleep in the middle of a battlefield!"
Harry shivered, stood next to Draco and Ron. His mind was now solely on his job as a Hogwarts Auror. Draco was hovering in the back of his mind, the tingling touch of the fingers echoing dimly. But he was now imagining hundreds of masked wizards, leaping over the Hogwarts walls and shooting the killing curse every which-way. He shivered, trying to block out flashes of green and the sound of rushing wind from his mind. The more he tried to forget it, the more he remembered a high laugh, and a Hufflepuff boy lying spread-eagled on strange soil -
"To more detail on your job. One third of you will be allotted to what we have named an Internal Shift, and the rest of you on an External Shift. This means, for those of you on an Internal Shift, that you will be guarding the inside of the castle. Those on the External Shift will, obviously, be patrolling the grounds outside. These shifts will alternate daily so you all have a chance at both Internal and External Shifts. Any questions?" McGonagall stopped her pacing and crossed her arms, pursing her lips. No hands were raised, and she sighed.
"I needn't remind you that we are in a severe war, whether it shows inside of Hogwarts or not. I apologise that you must live through it, and I also apologise beforehand for any injuries or deaths that might occur with your jobs. I just wish there was another way to keep our students safe without involving you all."
Harry looked nervously at Ron, who shrugged, his eyebrows aloft.
"You will report to me after breakfast at the Quidditch Pitch for a final meeting. That is all for now. Hogwarts Aurors, you are dismissed."
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"Man. Talk about tense," Ron yawned, leaning back in a chair in the common room a few minutes later. He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, letting the flames of the Gryffindor fire warm him. Hermione was curled up to his side, reading about Skylo the Skilful.
"Honestly, 'Mione, the exams are well over. You got the highest NEWTs in the school. What the hell are you studying for?!" Ron remarked, his eyes still closed and put an arm over his new girlfriend's shoulders.
"Ron, I'm not studying, I'm just reading!" Hermione said with fake annoyance, and pinched Ron's thigh playfully.
"Ow!" Ron cried, springing to a sitting position. "Can you believe her?!" Ron said to Harry, causing Hermione to laugh. Harry gave a fake smile as he sat in a chair away from the fire. He looked out the window and sighed, took off his glasses and curled into a ball. Draco returned to the front of his mind. All he could see was platinum hair and rainy-day eyes. He rubbed his own eyes and gave another sigh.
Hermione stopped laughing. Ron stood up.
"Harry...?" Hermione asked softly. She set her book on a low table at the side of the chair.
Harry put his glasses back on and declared he was going to bed. Ron and Hermione looked at one another. Harry exited the room.
"Something's up," Ron announced.
"Something's DEFINITELY up," Hermione replied.
"Reckon it's got something to do with You-Know-Who?" Ron said, suddenly biting his lip.
"No, I don't think so. You know how he is when he's thinking about his parents or You-Know-Who and all that. He frowns and puts his hands to his head, or constantly runs his hands through his hair. But curling up into a tiny ball, sitting on a chair next to an open window on a freezing cold night? Something else is bugging him. I wonder what, though..." Hermione said, scratching her cheek.
"He'll tell us when he's ready," Ron shrugged and sat back down.
"Or you'll force it out of him," Hermione replied, and sat on Ron's lap, picking up her book.
"Most likely," Ron laughed and closed his eyes again, holding Hermione close.
------- Please review!!!
Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing, adult themes here, as well
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
******* EXTRA NOTE: Again, thanks soooo much to my readers/reviewers!!! Reviewers especially, ya? *******
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CHAPTER 7
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Two days afterwards, the seventh years found out the positions they had been given as jobs. Harry and Ron had managed to grab spots as Hogwarts Aurors, despite the massive amount of applications that had flooded in for that particular role. Hermione earned the Transfiguration aid, Neville became a Herbology aid, Seamus was a Care of Magical Creatures aid (and promised everyone another bout of Hippogriffs very soon), Lavender was an Astronomy aid, Parvati a Divination aid, and Dean was a Hogwarts Auror. Mostly Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws became the fill-ins for Filch's or Hagrid's jobs. The rest were Hogwarts Aurors. Nobody was made a Potions aid - Snape declared at the breakfast the day they got the letters that he was extremely pleased no one had offered, as he would have replied to an application with a two-week long detention, lasting to the very last night of graduation. Draco, Harry heard, had become the only Hogwarts Auror that wasn't in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.
And speaking of Draco, Harry hadn't had a chance until now at talking to the boy since their "incident" in the hallway. It was only until after dinner, meeting totally by accident on the Quidditch pitch that they were alone to talk freely.
"So.what was that, Draco?" Harry asked, after they had both sat in seats in the stadium, right in the very top, tucked into the corner of the stand where nobody could see them. The pitch was deserted, and the back of the stadium they were sat in faced the castle and the rest of the grounds. They had total privacy.
"What, the thing I showed you in the corridor the other day?" Draco replied, putting his arms on his knees, letting his hands dangle forwards, looking out to the far goals.
"Yeah. That's no ordinary magic. You managed to...stop time, and the feeling...man, that feeling..." Harry trailed off, leaning his head back on the wall. He blew a bang out of his face. Draco turned his head to Harry.
"I dunno. I've been able to do it since I was very small. My...mother...showed it to me, just after my father started teaching me the ways of a Death Eater. She may seem just like my father on the outside - rude, cold and uncaring, but my mother really cares. She knew I didn't want to be a Death Eater, but she was afraid at upsetting my father...she's too deeply in love with him, you see, and doesn't want to injure their marriage. So she showed me this thing where...well, it's hard to explain, but she taught me how to stop time and enter this phase of self-being where all you feel is ecstasy at just being made of what you are: a sort of self- satisfaction, but to the extreme level where, in this sort of phase, you feel no worries; the only two emotions are lust, or reluctance - but that only occurs the first few times.
"But the thing is, my father discovered she was teaching me her old family trait, and forbade the old magic to continue. But just because I stopped learning it, didn't mean I stopped using it, and my father never found out.
"I guess you could say it's... a sort of masturbation with the mind. Except it's not that type of...want. It's just feeling good about yourself so much that it flows through you like blood so that it's the feeling of masturbation, just ten times over and it's in the mind."
Harry blew out his breath. "Whoa," was all he could say. Silence spread between them like a pillow: it cushioned the unnecessary questions and caressed them both, letting one another know there was a friendship here, but Harry needed to break the quiet, needed to know the answer.
"So...how come you stopped it so abruptly, and managed to touch me anyway?"
"Well," Draco started, not daring to face Harry, "I managed to touch you with it...because...I have feelings for you. My mother told me that only people experiencing true love could connect in this way. I had to try it, Harry. After that thing by the lake a few days ago...well, that small kiss blew me away. I've never felt like that with a girl. Never. And we hardly even kissed....well, like we had the chance to, with Snape and Dumbledore practically leaping out the doors just in time."
"So why'd you stop it so quickly?" Harry asked, trying to stop a blush from leaking over his face.
"Oh. The time-lapse thing. Well, I've never been able to hold it for as long as I want. My mother was about to teach me that just before my father forbade it. At first, when I was being taught, I could hold it for a few seconds, and then it slowly expanded until now; and now it lasts about two minutes. I guess I've been learning with experience."
Harry was silent. Could this be Dark Magic? If it was, Dumbledore would find out...but he hadn't yet said anything, so maybe, just maybe, he and Draco had a chance at being together, whether it was in the mind or not, without everyone being against them.
He had to admit, that a gay couple wasn't heard of in Hogwarts. And it would be even more of a big thing if it were Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived; and Draco Malfoy, the Tom Riddle of their generation.
Draco suddenly turned in his seat.
"Like I said: I only managed to connect with you because I have feelings. So...I kind of need to give this to you," Draco said breathlessly, and put a hand behind Harry's neck.
He pressed himself to the brunette: their lips locked, arms entwined and Harry leant back in his chair, letting Draco lean on him. Draco's tongue forced Harry's mouth open and slid inside, gently prodding the inside of Harry's cheek before sliding madly over every inch of Harry's mouth it could reach. Harry moaned into Draco's lips and he joined in: the Gryffindor curled his tongue to an angle and their tongues touched; the weather was warm so Draco pulled at Harry's robes and then undid the buttons of the shirt underneath. Slytherin hands roamed over a Gryffindor chest and Harry experienced something quite unlike Draco's other magic.
Draco's hands worked wonders, sending sparks of electrifying lust through Harry's body as he rubbed Harry's muscles, his mouth moving down Harry's neck, licking and leaving a thin trail of welcome saliva. His lips eventually found Harry's nipple and he sucked hard. Harry gasped and pushed himself up in surprise and Draco pulled away.
"What the hell was that?!" Harry panted, grinning wildly.
"Dunno. Never gone for the nipples on a guy before," Draco replied, running slender, beautiful fingers through the brown-black hair in front of him. Harry shook his head. Draco suddenly laughed and reached a hand delicately, carefully, towards Harry's belt, letting the Gryffindor know what he wanted.
"What, in a plastic seat?!" Harry gawped.
"I'll do the handiwork," Draco smiled. Harry's cheeks flushed vibrantly, setting his emerald eyes into a glittering inferno. Draco gave out a lustful breath and undid Harry's fly, and then reached under the leg of Harry's boxers. His fingers roamed over a thigh and then found the crotch. His fingertips touched Harry's large flesh, and felt the steady throbbing.
And then the bell rang.
"End of break," Draco sighed, and buttoned up his friend's shirt. Harry couldn't move, still feeling the fingers against the most private part of his body. Draco gave a soft laugh and pulled Harry to his feet, managing not to fall over in the small aisle between the two rows of chairs. Harry hurriedly did up his pants, closed up his robes and they walked back to class, trying to wish away the extreme crimson that was dusted onto his cheeks.
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"As Hogwarts Aurors, you will be required to set an example for the new seventh years, and to focus your concentration on the guarding of this school," McGonagall lectured. Half of the seventh years were lined up in the Great Hall after dinner.
"This is NOT a job for chatting, or falling asleep against a wall thinking nothing will happen. Because, knowing your luck, it most probably will. Any sign, any movement; your eyes must be clear, your senses sharp. Anybody who got less than ten NEWTs has returned to class to choose another elective. You, all of you, know well the magic that is required to aid you in your job. And the magic that will not aid you, but that which you must guard against. This is the war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It is ABSOLUTELY CRITICAL that you do not let your mind wander. This is just like a Muggle war. You will DIE if you see something and are not prepared! You will DIE if you fall asleep in the middle of a battlefield!"
Harry shivered, stood next to Draco and Ron. His mind was now solely on his job as a Hogwarts Auror. Draco was hovering in the back of his mind, the tingling touch of the fingers echoing dimly. But he was now imagining hundreds of masked wizards, leaping over the Hogwarts walls and shooting the killing curse every which-way. He shivered, trying to block out flashes of green and the sound of rushing wind from his mind. The more he tried to forget it, the more he remembered a high laugh, and a Hufflepuff boy lying spread-eagled on strange soil -
"To more detail on your job. One third of you will be allotted to what we have named an Internal Shift, and the rest of you on an External Shift. This means, for those of you on an Internal Shift, that you will be guarding the inside of the castle. Those on the External Shift will, obviously, be patrolling the grounds outside. These shifts will alternate daily so you all have a chance at both Internal and External Shifts. Any questions?" McGonagall stopped her pacing and crossed her arms, pursing her lips. No hands were raised, and she sighed.
"I needn't remind you that we are in a severe war, whether it shows inside of Hogwarts or not. I apologise that you must live through it, and I also apologise beforehand for any injuries or deaths that might occur with your jobs. I just wish there was another way to keep our students safe without involving you all."
Harry looked nervously at Ron, who shrugged, his eyebrows aloft.
"You will report to me after breakfast at the Quidditch Pitch for a final meeting. That is all for now. Hogwarts Aurors, you are dismissed."
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"Man. Talk about tense," Ron yawned, leaning back in a chair in the common room a few minutes later. He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, letting the flames of the Gryffindor fire warm him. Hermione was curled up to his side, reading about Skylo the Skilful.
"Honestly, 'Mione, the exams are well over. You got the highest NEWTs in the school. What the hell are you studying for?!" Ron remarked, his eyes still closed and put an arm over his new girlfriend's shoulders.
"Ron, I'm not studying, I'm just reading!" Hermione said with fake annoyance, and pinched Ron's thigh playfully.
"Ow!" Ron cried, springing to a sitting position. "Can you believe her?!" Ron said to Harry, causing Hermione to laugh. Harry gave a fake smile as he sat in a chair away from the fire. He looked out the window and sighed, took off his glasses and curled into a ball. Draco returned to the front of his mind. All he could see was platinum hair and rainy-day eyes. He rubbed his own eyes and gave another sigh.
Hermione stopped laughing. Ron stood up.
"Harry...?" Hermione asked softly. She set her book on a low table at the side of the chair.
Harry put his glasses back on and declared he was going to bed. Ron and Hermione looked at one another. Harry exited the room.
"Something's up," Ron announced.
"Something's DEFINITELY up," Hermione replied.
"Reckon it's got something to do with You-Know-Who?" Ron said, suddenly biting his lip.
"No, I don't think so. You know how he is when he's thinking about his parents or You-Know-Who and all that. He frowns and puts his hands to his head, or constantly runs his hands through his hair. But curling up into a tiny ball, sitting on a chair next to an open window on a freezing cold night? Something else is bugging him. I wonder what, though..." Hermione said, scratching her cheek.
"He'll tell us when he's ready," Ron shrugged and sat back down.
"Or you'll force it out of him," Hermione replied, and sat on Ron's lap, picking up her book.
"Most likely," Ron laughed and closed his eyes again, holding Hermione close.
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