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Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing
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 to all my reviewers. I love yooou!!!! *******
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CHAPTER 8
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"Hurry UP, Harry!" Ron sighed. They were the only two Hogwarts Aurors still left at breakfast. They were supposed to be on their way to the Quidditch Pitch for the meeting with McGonagall.
"Alright already. Jesus," Harry snapped and slammed his goblet down.
Seamus, the Care of Magical Creatures aid, looked up in surprise as a few drops of pumpkin juice splashed on his forehead. "'Sup with you?" he asked through his bacon.
"Never you mind," Hermione replied, wishing she knew herself, and stood up, stretching. As a Transfiguration aid, she was to help McGonagall with classes, demonstrations and help the students in the class. The role of a teacher's aid was also to be the first substitute in line, should that teacher be absent.
"My class starts soon," Hermione said, nodded to Harry and Ron and jogged off towards the staircase.
Harry and Ron bade goodbye to everyone else and set off at a run towards the Quidditch Pitch. They arrived just in time to meet the frown of McGonagall, and hurriedly hopped into line, Harry on the end of the Gryffindor line next to Ron, with Slytherin on his right: or, in other words, Draco, as he was the sole Slytherin Hogwarts Auror.
"Now you will all be splitting up into pairs: male/female pairs in other words. You will need the brains of the girls and strength of the boys if we come down to an attack. However. You will be graduating soon: all of your classes have been terminated so you can dedicate yourself to being our Aurors, and with this responsibility comes an expectation: just because you'll be paired with a person of the opposite gender, you will NOT spend your time doing the wrong things behind bushes. You are old enough to know what's wrong and what's right. Hogwarts is depending on you, so don't let your foolishness let us down. Also, DO NOT MOVE from wherever you are assigned to! That is very important! Now to your assigned positions and partners: you will stick with your partner whatever Shift. Your positions will stay the same too (obviously you will have two positions, depending on the Shift you are on.)
"Ravenclaw, you shall be in charge of the Internal Shift for today. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, you shall be on the External Shift. Malfoy, you shall be on whatever shift the Gryffindors are on, as I have paired you with Potter. We seem to have a slightly smaller number of girls, I'm afraid.
"Now to the more important things. If you see any sign of trouble, raise as many red sparks as possible. Anybody near the red sparks shall aid assistance to the pair that sent up the sparks, but people far away shall go a teacher as soon as possible. If there is trouble, we teachers shall deal with it unless we ask you for help. If nothing is found by the time we arrive, we shall go into Clearance mode. You shall thoroughly inspect your area, and send up green sparks if all is clear, if not, red sparks. If all is okay, then a few teachers shall assist you in your guarding for awhile.
"As I said, anything strange, any movement...if something's wrong or suspicious, SEND UP RED SPARKS.
"Now, you shall be placed no more than one hundred metres apart: Hufflepuff, you will stay around the castle walls, and Gryffindor, you shall be stationed around the grounds." McGonagall put her hands behind her back, and announced the partners. Ron was landed with Susan Bones of Hufflepuff, and was assigned to the outskirts of the forbidden forest, about ninety metres away from Dean and Hannah Abbott. Harry and Draco, with many apologies from McGonagall about the odd pairing, signed them to their favourite place in the grounds: the Quidditch Pitch.
"Well, that was lucky," Draco grinned.
"What was?" Harry asked, no longer angry and brooding now that Draco was around.
"How we got landed together, and in this area of all places," the Slytherin replied, fingering his wand.
"Yeah," Harry replied and smiled, leaning back against a pole.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly, Harry had to ask.
"Could you do it again?"
"What?" Draco replied, standing up from the seat he had declared as his post.
"That...thing. The phase of the mind you can do," Harry replied.
"It's called Euphoria, and no, I can't." Draco replied, running a hand through his silver locks.
"Why?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Because McGonagall, as much as I hate her, said we were to pay attention at all times. And, as un-Malfoy-ish as it may seem, I think that, for once, we should finally pay attention to what she says. Something could go really wrong while we're...touching," Draco replied, scratching his shaven chin.
"But whoever it is that might attack would have to get over the walls before they can get to this Pitch. And anyway, time stops while you do it!" Harry replied, frowning.
"Yeah, but after the Euphoria, you're left all shaky and unstable, because you're not used to it. You don't wanna arrive at a Clearance with a red face and trembling limbs, do you?" Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Aww, come on, just this once?!"
"God Potter, I knew you liked breaking rules but I didn't know it was your obsession!" Draco exclaimed, then took two steps forward and murmured, "Harry...consider yourself a very lucky man you managed to persuade a Malfoy into doing something against his wishes."
And then they touched.
The birds halted in mid-flight, Ron's hand stopped moving as it was on it's way to stifle a yawn: the seats around them faded, everything went stark white and they were alone.
"Draco..." Harry groaned, and they lunged into one another: arms embraced and stimulating energy poured from Harry's brain, down his spine and exploded just above his crotch as their lips locked. Bodies were pressed together, a knee was thrust up between two legs, rubbing madly but gently and the wild fury of it encircled them, poured through them, involved them and bound them with invisible strings.
And then the heart of a Gryffindor healed. An empty chamber in Harry's heart had once been reserved for the love of his parents: reserved for the hugs, praises and pride that should have been given to him by James and Lily Potter. That chamber was supposed to be eternally empty and dark; it had been steadily widening and tearing as Harry grew older. But in this Euphoria, with the lingering lips, roving hands and carefully-placed emotions of Draco Malfoy, a thread entered one side of the tear, and crossed over to the other side. It laced over and over, and pulled the door towards a close. The darkness softened and the thread pulled tight: the emptiness was closed and suddenly everything exploded into wisps of happiness: Harry grinned into the pale lips and opened the gap between his legs and stood there while Draco's hands rubbed a sensitive place. His heart was no longer empty: his unspoken sadness was no more: he needed no woman in his life to replace his parents. He was happy, and Draco had healed the one thing that Harry thought would always be there. His misery disappeared.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth and the other boy replied by rubbing harder, his slender hands working furiously. Harry shut his eyes and gave a tight breath as the tiny volts of wild energy worked faster in a circle around his crotch and navel. Draco enjoyed seeing Harry in such a state and caressed his cheek, but then his eyes widened and whispered into Harry's ear, "It's ending!"
Harry understood and pulled away reluctantly, and sat shakily in a seat as the world resumed and Ron covered his yawning mouth, the white caving into colour.
"Ahh man, it doesn't feel that good in real life," Harry grinned.
"That's the magic of Euphoria," Draco replied and smiled calmly as though he had just gone for a walk around the park.
And so their afternoon wound away slowly, interrupted by trays of sandwiches and fruits, and flasks of pumpkin juice borne by magic, sent by the kitchen house elves. Harry started cracking a few jokes and telling Draco of Dudley and the run-ins that the Muggle had had with the occasional wizard. They were soon roaring with laughter, leaning on one another for support and that seemed more sweeter to the other than any kiss or touch they had ever shared.
Eventually they calmed down, and they looked at one another, faces inches apart as Draco leaned on the pole next to Harry, and their grins slowly fading as their eyes locked. And then Draco moved forward, his lips barely a millimetre away from Harry's, and he whispered a word: "Oink."
That set the both off again and their laughs lasted will into dinner, when they were dismissed from duty (but told that they were expected, with Hufflepuff, to be on an External Night Shift after dinner).
Little did they know, but Ron had watched Draco and Harry laughing. Ron knew perfectly well that he and Harry would be uncomfortable to have each other's lips so close, even if they were best friends. And so he knew that Harry's "problem" wasn't a problem at all. As soon as Ron entered the Great Hall, he found Hermione and hurried her off to the library.
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"Ron, you can't just jump to conclusions just because they were laughing together," Hermione sighed, rubbing her temples.
"No, their lips were like THAT," Ron protested, and held up two fingers that were so close they kept brushing against the other from natural trembling. Hermione sighed, and then frowned.
"It doesn't mean anything. What, you've been his best friend for about seven years, and you're plainly suggesting he's gay?" Hermione chided.
Ron stopped, realizing what he was saying, and then decided his best friend couldn't POSSIBLY be gay.
"I reckon Malfoy's got him under a spell. They shouldn't even be talking to one another civilly! But almost kissing, and sharing jokes, and, and..." Ron started.
"And WHAT, Ron?!" Hermione snapped, "You don't have any other evidence! Maybe, just maybe, Draco didn't realize he was that close and they turned to look at one another and he was shocked at how close he was!"
"So why the whole getting closer thing?!" Ron demanded. It was lucky they were alone in the library. Their furious whispers were getting more heated by the second.
"I don't know, Ron! But until I hear that something else's happened, I won't believe it! And anyway, you said they started laughing again after Draco had gotten that close, so maybe it was just a part of the joke!" Hermione finished angrily, refusing to let herself believe that not only had Harry become friends with the Slytherin Prince, but had actually fallen in love with the guy.
She stalked away a few metres. A few seconds later, she turned around, ran back, hugged Ron apologetically, spun on her heel and went for dinner.
------- Please review!!! Pretty please? O:)
Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - low level swearing
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 to all my reviewers. I love yooou!!!! *******
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CHAPTER 8
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"Hurry UP, Harry!" Ron sighed. They were the only two Hogwarts Aurors still left at breakfast. They were supposed to be on their way to the Quidditch Pitch for the meeting with McGonagall.
"Alright already. Jesus," Harry snapped and slammed his goblet down.
Seamus, the Care of Magical Creatures aid, looked up in surprise as a few drops of pumpkin juice splashed on his forehead. "'Sup with you?" he asked through his bacon.
"Never you mind," Hermione replied, wishing she knew herself, and stood up, stretching. As a Transfiguration aid, she was to help McGonagall with classes, demonstrations and help the students in the class. The role of a teacher's aid was also to be the first substitute in line, should that teacher be absent.
"My class starts soon," Hermione said, nodded to Harry and Ron and jogged off towards the staircase.
Harry and Ron bade goodbye to everyone else and set off at a run towards the Quidditch Pitch. They arrived just in time to meet the frown of McGonagall, and hurriedly hopped into line, Harry on the end of the Gryffindor line next to Ron, with Slytherin on his right: or, in other words, Draco, as he was the sole Slytherin Hogwarts Auror.
"Now you will all be splitting up into pairs: male/female pairs in other words. You will need the brains of the girls and strength of the boys if we come down to an attack. However. You will be graduating soon: all of your classes have been terminated so you can dedicate yourself to being our Aurors, and with this responsibility comes an expectation: just because you'll be paired with a person of the opposite gender, you will NOT spend your time doing the wrong things behind bushes. You are old enough to know what's wrong and what's right. Hogwarts is depending on you, so don't let your foolishness let us down. Also, DO NOT MOVE from wherever you are assigned to! That is very important! Now to your assigned positions and partners: you will stick with your partner whatever Shift. Your positions will stay the same too (obviously you will have two positions, depending on the Shift you are on.)
"Ravenclaw, you shall be in charge of the Internal Shift for today. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, you shall be on the External Shift. Malfoy, you shall be on whatever shift the Gryffindors are on, as I have paired you with Potter. We seem to have a slightly smaller number of girls, I'm afraid.
"Now to the more important things. If you see any sign of trouble, raise as many red sparks as possible. Anybody near the red sparks shall aid assistance to the pair that sent up the sparks, but people far away shall go a teacher as soon as possible. If there is trouble, we teachers shall deal with it unless we ask you for help. If nothing is found by the time we arrive, we shall go into Clearance mode. You shall thoroughly inspect your area, and send up green sparks if all is clear, if not, red sparks. If all is okay, then a few teachers shall assist you in your guarding for awhile.
"As I said, anything strange, any movement...if something's wrong or suspicious, SEND UP RED SPARKS.
"Now, you shall be placed no more than one hundred metres apart: Hufflepuff, you will stay around the castle walls, and Gryffindor, you shall be stationed around the grounds." McGonagall put her hands behind her back, and announced the partners. Ron was landed with Susan Bones of Hufflepuff, and was assigned to the outskirts of the forbidden forest, about ninety metres away from Dean and Hannah Abbott. Harry and Draco, with many apologies from McGonagall about the odd pairing, signed them to their favourite place in the grounds: the Quidditch Pitch.
"Well, that was lucky," Draco grinned.
"What was?" Harry asked, no longer angry and brooding now that Draco was around.
"How we got landed together, and in this area of all places," the Slytherin replied, fingering his wand.
"Yeah," Harry replied and smiled, leaning back against a pole.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly, Harry had to ask.
"Could you do it again?"
"What?" Draco replied, standing up from the seat he had declared as his post.
"That...thing. The phase of the mind you can do," Harry replied.
"It's called Euphoria, and no, I can't." Draco replied, running a hand through his silver locks.
"Why?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Because McGonagall, as much as I hate her, said we were to pay attention at all times. And, as un-Malfoy-ish as it may seem, I think that, for once, we should finally pay attention to what she says. Something could go really wrong while we're...touching," Draco replied, scratching his shaven chin.
"But whoever it is that might attack would have to get over the walls before they can get to this Pitch. And anyway, time stops while you do it!" Harry replied, frowning.
"Yeah, but after the Euphoria, you're left all shaky and unstable, because you're not used to it. You don't wanna arrive at a Clearance with a red face and trembling limbs, do you?" Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Aww, come on, just this once?!"
"God Potter, I knew you liked breaking rules but I didn't know it was your obsession!" Draco exclaimed, then took two steps forward and murmured, "Harry...consider yourself a very lucky man you managed to persuade a Malfoy into doing something against his wishes."
And then they touched.
The birds halted in mid-flight, Ron's hand stopped moving as it was on it's way to stifle a yawn: the seats around them faded, everything went stark white and they were alone.
"Draco..." Harry groaned, and they lunged into one another: arms embraced and stimulating energy poured from Harry's brain, down his spine and exploded just above his crotch as their lips locked. Bodies were pressed together, a knee was thrust up between two legs, rubbing madly but gently and the wild fury of it encircled them, poured through them, involved them and bound them with invisible strings.
And then the heart of a Gryffindor healed. An empty chamber in Harry's heart had once been reserved for the love of his parents: reserved for the hugs, praises and pride that should have been given to him by James and Lily Potter. That chamber was supposed to be eternally empty and dark; it had been steadily widening and tearing as Harry grew older. But in this Euphoria, with the lingering lips, roving hands and carefully-placed emotions of Draco Malfoy, a thread entered one side of the tear, and crossed over to the other side. It laced over and over, and pulled the door towards a close. The darkness softened and the thread pulled tight: the emptiness was closed and suddenly everything exploded into wisps of happiness: Harry grinned into the pale lips and opened the gap between his legs and stood there while Draco's hands rubbed a sensitive place. His heart was no longer empty: his unspoken sadness was no more: he needed no woman in his life to replace his parents. He was happy, and Draco had healed the one thing that Harry thought would always be there. His misery disappeared.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth and the other boy replied by rubbing harder, his slender hands working furiously. Harry shut his eyes and gave a tight breath as the tiny volts of wild energy worked faster in a circle around his crotch and navel. Draco enjoyed seeing Harry in such a state and caressed his cheek, but then his eyes widened and whispered into Harry's ear, "It's ending!"
Harry understood and pulled away reluctantly, and sat shakily in a seat as the world resumed and Ron covered his yawning mouth, the white caving into colour.
"Ahh man, it doesn't feel that good in real life," Harry grinned.
"That's the magic of Euphoria," Draco replied and smiled calmly as though he had just gone for a walk around the park.
And so their afternoon wound away slowly, interrupted by trays of sandwiches and fruits, and flasks of pumpkin juice borne by magic, sent by the kitchen house elves. Harry started cracking a few jokes and telling Draco of Dudley and the run-ins that the Muggle had had with the occasional wizard. They were soon roaring with laughter, leaning on one another for support and that seemed more sweeter to the other than any kiss or touch they had ever shared.
Eventually they calmed down, and they looked at one another, faces inches apart as Draco leaned on the pole next to Harry, and their grins slowly fading as their eyes locked. And then Draco moved forward, his lips barely a millimetre away from Harry's, and he whispered a word: "Oink."
That set the both off again and their laughs lasted will into dinner, when they were dismissed from duty (but told that they were expected, with Hufflepuff, to be on an External Night Shift after dinner).
Little did they know, but Ron had watched Draco and Harry laughing. Ron knew perfectly well that he and Harry would be uncomfortable to have each other's lips so close, even if they were best friends. And so he knew that Harry's "problem" wasn't a problem at all. As soon as Ron entered the Great Hall, he found Hermione and hurried her off to the library.
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"Ron, you can't just jump to conclusions just because they were laughing together," Hermione sighed, rubbing her temples.
"No, their lips were like THAT," Ron protested, and held up two fingers that were so close they kept brushing against the other from natural trembling. Hermione sighed, and then frowned.
"It doesn't mean anything. What, you've been his best friend for about seven years, and you're plainly suggesting he's gay?" Hermione chided.
Ron stopped, realizing what he was saying, and then decided his best friend couldn't POSSIBLY be gay.
"I reckon Malfoy's got him under a spell. They shouldn't even be talking to one another civilly! But almost kissing, and sharing jokes, and, and..." Ron started.
"And WHAT, Ron?!" Hermione snapped, "You don't have any other evidence! Maybe, just maybe, Draco didn't realize he was that close and they turned to look at one another and he was shocked at how close he was!"
"So why the whole getting closer thing?!" Ron demanded. It was lucky they were alone in the library. Their furious whispers were getting more heated by the second.
"I don't know, Ron! But until I hear that something else's happened, I won't believe it! And anyway, you said they started laughing again after Draco had gotten that close, so maybe it was just a part of the joke!" Hermione finished angrily, refusing to let herself believe that not only had Harry become friends with the Slytherin Prince, but had actually fallen in love with the guy.
She stalked away a few metres. A few seconds later, she turned around, ran back, hugged Ron apologetically, spun on her heel and went for dinner.
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