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Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - medium level swearing, low romancy-thingo themes
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: God bless to mah reviewers!!! *HUGS* *******
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CHAPTER 10
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"HARRY, OY, HARRY!" Ron yelled, jumping to see over the heads of many clustered students. Far down the corridor, Harry, who had been talking to Draco about their favourite Quidditch teams, turned and waved at Ron, who came hustling over, Hermione following timidly behind. The two had been arguing all night in the Common Room about confronting Harry (Ron had won), and Hermione had still not told Ron that Harry was acting of his own free will. But still, she felt very betrayed, and wouldn't say a word to Harry. She knew she was risking a friendship, but she couldn't bring herself to speak to Harry: not yet. She needed more time to sort out her feelings.
"Could we, er, have a private word? Ron asked. Harry mumbled to Draco that they'd get together in the tower, and, knowing this wasn't his territory, Draco nodded, glared icily at Ron and Hermione and walked off, his careful strides carrying him around a corner.
"C'mon, let's go to the Common Room. With the Ravenclaws on Shift, and McGonagall not needing Hermione, and all other people still in class, we should have some privacy," Ron said to Harry, and minutes later, they were all sat in the large, crimson armchairs.
Hardly knowing what was coming his way, Harry sat back comfortably, and looked at Ron inquiringly.
"What's up, Ron?" he looked at his thumbnail and chewed at it absent- mindedly, while he watched Hagrid on the grounds below, chasing Fang who currently had a Hogwarts chicken in his jaws.
Ron took a deep breath, and suddenly knew not what to say. He could just start things slowly, letting the conversation drift slowly towards Draco, and let the news blur seamlessly into what they were saying. But no: Ron couldn't bear the thought of Harry being so unwittingly deceived. And so he blurted it out, in all the wrong ways.
"Harry, we've seen you with Malfoy!" he said harshly.
Harry jumped in his seat, turned to Ron, his half-bitten thumbnail long forgotten. His eyes were wide and suddenly he couldn't look his best friend in the eye. He removed his glasses and passed a hand over his eyes, then rubbed his face. His stomach descended down a steep cliff. This wasn't going to be a happy conversation.
"What I mean is, we've seen you two...getting close, well, y'know, kissing and stuff, and, well..." Ron trailed off, suddenly embarrassed, and felt the back of his neck burning.
Hermione sighed, and cut in. "What he means, is that he's seen you making out with Malfoy on more than one occasion, and seems to think that Malfoy has cursed you or bewitched you; something like a Love Potion, I believe. Harry...ARE you under Malfoy's influence?"
She sounded calm, she knew. But she didn't feel it. What if she was wrong? For this was definitely the first time she wanted it. Hermione desperately wished Harry was under a Love spell, so she wouldn't have to feel so betrayed. After all, this WAS a Malfoy they were talking about.
Harry put his glasses back on, and stared from one to the other. He didn't have to ask how they had seen him and Draco. He didn't want to know. If they had spied on him, he would have felt utterly exposed and deceived. If they had simply seen the two kissing, it would mean the whole school had, too. So he said quite simply: "Why do you think I'm under his spell, Ron?"
Ron, not expecting such a calm answer, stared for a few seconds, then opened his mouth, and said quietly, "Malfoy has been our enemy for nearly seven years, Harry. Seven years!!! And these six months, especially, you two have been at each other's throats, wanting to kill each other. So when you suddenly become friends, that was bad enough. But then we see you two acting...GAY, well, it's just not like you, Harry!!" Ron's voice was now choked. Harry wouldn't believe he was taking it this badly. Hermione seemed quite overdramatically upset, as well.
"Ron, who cares if he's been my enemy, he's changed!! He's not the way he used to be!! And who says I HAVE to like girls, Ron? Not everyone is straight, you know! I'm not attracted to girls like you are! Hell, I'm not even attracted to guys; I'm just in love with Draco! And that's all there is to it!" Harry spat angrily.
"Draco. DRACO. DRACO?!?! You're calling him Draco, now?!" Ron demanded, clenching his fists.
"That's his name, isn't it?!" Harry replied hotly.
"You absolute idiot. He's leading you on! He's put you un-" Ron began quietly.
And then Hermione spoke up.
"Ron, Harry is acting of his OWN FREE WILL. There is NO spell to bind two people that close, or for that long!! Harry loves Malfoy, and vice-versa. You just have to deal with that!"
She bit her lip, and looked at her knees. She didn't know WHAT to feel. Ron looked at Harry wildly, opening and closing his mouth, trying to from words, and gave up.
"Alright...alright!" he spluttered, "So you... 'love' him, eh? Oh Harry. WHY? Why?!" Ron said sadly.
"Why's it the end of the world?!" Harry asked, not understanding why it was such a big thing.
"Because...because..." Ron faltered.
"Because he's a GUY, right? Because he's a MALFOY, right? Because his whole damn family have been Death Eaters? Well he's changed, Ron. I don't care whether or not you believe me. But I KNOW that he's changed."
Ron got up and walked towards the portrait hole, and ran a hand through his hair. He spoke to the back of the portrait.
"Alright then. Fine. Be in love with a Malfoy. Hell, be in love with a guy for all I care. Just don't say I didn't warn you when something terrible happens. JUST DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU."
The portrait hole opened then banged close.
"You're alright with this though, aren't you?" Harry asked, turning to Hermione, his voice suddenly devoid of emotion.
"I don't know, Harry. He HAS been our enemy for awful long. And he's the heir of a position under the wing of You-Know-Who. It IS strange that the Boy Who Lived should like such a person...see where we're coming from? It's not the whole guy/guy thing. I think that deep down, Ron could accept it if it was you and Dean or something. But this is Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy... Ron can't stretch his acceptance that far," she said softly, then stood up, nodded silently at Harry, went to her dorm and closed the door softly.
Harry was confused. Utterly confused. His mind couldn't grasp everything that had just happened. All he knew was that he had a date to go to. A certain Death Eater's heir was waiting for him.
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"Hey, I knew you'd come," Draco whispered, and Harry fell into the Slytherin's arms. No need for words. No need at all.
Draco's hands slid over Harry's tanned skin, just feeling the muscles and also the exhaustion that plagued Harry's being. Draco could feel the muscles tense up, and he knew something was wrong.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned. "Something to do with those two, when they called for you just before?"
"Look, don't worry about it," Harry replied, just wanting to forget his troubles. And so they simply tumbled into their private world of lust and need, and stayed that way for a long, long time.
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"Yeah Harry, I know you care for him," Ron insisted, "But it's just WRONG. I mean, find yourself a nice witch, and forget about Malfoy! I mean, come on, he IS a Malfoy!"
It was the next day at breakfast. An Aurors' Breakfast. Harry was due back on the Quidditch Pitch in five minutes, and he didn't have the heart to fall out with Ron a week before their Graduation.
"Ron, just forget about it, we've gotta go," Harry replied, rolling his eyes, and pulled the redhead up by his arm.
"Bye babes," Ron grinned at Hermione, who waved her spoon at Ron, currently reading one of her many bibles to Transfiguration as she ate her Corn Flakes.
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"Aah, good to be back, no?" Draco yawned, and sat in his usual seat.
Harry nodded, and sat against a goal post. They were silent.
Harry slipped into drowsiness, a sudden wave of fatigue wafting over his senses, and smothered his mind in a blanket of half-sleep, half-awareness.
And his eyes closed.
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(((All Harry could see was darkness. Eternal darkness. It stretched on and on, and he started walking in a panic, trying to make sense of his new surroundings. What was he doing here? He should be back with Draco on the Quidditch Pitch! If McGonagall found him asleep, he'd be mince meat.
And a flash of silver caught his eye.
"Draco?" Harry queried, thinking of that silvery mass of locks that were a Malfoy's trademark.
There was no answer, and Harry ran forward, wondering what the hell was going on. And then he stumbled on nothing and fell, his feet giving way beneath him, and Harry fell through another dimension of darkness. And suddenly he saw Draco. Harry was still falling, and everything around him was a blur, apart from the figure in front of him. Draco was standing on air, not falling or indeed even moving. Draco was just standing there. And then he turned to Harry, and Harry's eyes widened in shock. Malfoy was holding a dagger. And in the other hand was a phoenix, blood pouring down the bird's chest. Draco had murdered Fawkes.)))
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"HARRY! HARRY, GET UP!!! HARRY, QUICK! OH COME ON YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!!! WAKE - UP - YOU - LAZY - BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!"
"FAWKES!!" Harry yelled, sitting up, and then he opened his eyes. He was instantly aware that he had been dreaming. And also that Draco had been shaking him madly.
"Wassamatta?" Harry asked groggily, straightening his glasses.
"Only that we're being attacked, no big deal," Draco snapped, and hauled Harry to his feet. "COME ON, HARRY! We gotta do something!!"
And then Harry took in the screams, and how the early morning was black. He knew he hadn't been asleep more than twenty minutes, so something was definitely wrong.
"Death Eaters just appeared out of nowhere, and there's tons in the castle. Don't look at me so horrified, I TRIED to wake you up when one killed that Hufflepuff, Abbott...they're all over the place..." Draco trailed off as they huddled by the Pitch's entrance, hiding in a shadow created by the mysterious black sky.
Death Eaters were, indeed, roaming the grounds, dragging students along with them, and throwing them into some kind of white portals, no more than 2 metres wide. They looked like the type of vortexes Harry saw in Sci-Fi muggle movies.
The double doors to the castle were open and screams were constantly pouring from the windows, and halting in mid-shriek. Harry shuddered, not wanting to know how manly lives were ending abruptly; and suddenly, there was a massive flash of white light. Harry and Draco were thrown to their feet, wind suddenly blasting from every direction possible. The light slowly subsided, and they looked up in horror. Hogwarts was gone. Literally. The castle had...disappeared. In its place was an absolutely massive vortex, it's pale, liquid face swirling softly, almost invitingly.
"We gotta help!!" Harry insisted, getting roughly to his feet.
"But what can we do?!" Draco replied.
"We gotta get everyone back!!" Harry replied, helping the Slytherin to his feet.
"And just HOW do you plan on doing that?" Draco snapped angrily, as they stayed close to the stadium, hiding in the front row of seats.
"We go where they went," Harry replied.
Suddenly, a hoarse shout echoed around the grounds, and Harry watched in terror as Death Eater after Death Eater filed into the vortexes around the place.
"C'mon, they're going!!" Harry cried, and they both scrambled to their feet. Harry saw that the vortex that had swallowed Hogwarts currently had no Death Eaters disappearing through it. They sprinted towards it, and the closer they got, the faster the vortex began to close.
"HURRY!" Harry bellowed, and they lunged forward - and passed into another world. Everything was creamy white, like clouds, except it was all so liquid-like. They were spinning slowly as the milky substance passed over their skin, yet not making a mark.
And then the light at the end of the tunnel shattered forth, and they were pitched into darkness.
------- Please review!!!!!
Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - medium level swearing, low romancy-thingo themes
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: God bless to mah reviewers!!! *HUGS* *******
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CHAPTER 10
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"HARRY, OY, HARRY!" Ron yelled, jumping to see over the heads of many clustered students. Far down the corridor, Harry, who had been talking to Draco about their favourite Quidditch teams, turned and waved at Ron, who came hustling over, Hermione following timidly behind. The two had been arguing all night in the Common Room about confronting Harry (Ron had won), and Hermione had still not told Ron that Harry was acting of his own free will. But still, she felt very betrayed, and wouldn't say a word to Harry. She knew she was risking a friendship, but she couldn't bring herself to speak to Harry: not yet. She needed more time to sort out her feelings.
"Could we, er, have a private word? Ron asked. Harry mumbled to Draco that they'd get together in the tower, and, knowing this wasn't his territory, Draco nodded, glared icily at Ron and Hermione and walked off, his careful strides carrying him around a corner.
"C'mon, let's go to the Common Room. With the Ravenclaws on Shift, and McGonagall not needing Hermione, and all other people still in class, we should have some privacy," Ron said to Harry, and minutes later, they were all sat in the large, crimson armchairs.
Hardly knowing what was coming his way, Harry sat back comfortably, and looked at Ron inquiringly.
"What's up, Ron?" he looked at his thumbnail and chewed at it absent- mindedly, while he watched Hagrid on the grounds below, chasing Fang who currently had a Hogwarts chicken in his jaws.
Ron took a deep breath, and suddenly knew not what to say. He could just start things slowly, letting the conversation drift slowly towards Draco, and let the news blur seamlessly into what they were saying. But no: Ron couldn't bear the thought of Harry being so unwittingly deceived. And so he blurted it out, in all the wrong ways.
"Harry, we've seen you with Malfoy!" he said harshly.
Harry jumped in his seat, turned to Ron, his half-bitten thumbnail long forgotten. His eyes were wide and suddenly he couldn't look his best friend in the eye. He removed his glasses and passed a hand over his eyes, then rubbed his face. His stomach descended down a steep cliff. This wasn't going to be a happy conversation.
"What I mean is, we've seen you two...getting close, well, y'know, kissing and stuff, and, well..." Ron trailed off, suddenly embarrassed, and felt the back of his neck burning.
Hermione sighed, and cut in. "What he means, is that he's seen you making out with Malfoy on more than one occasion, and seems to think that Malfoy has cursed you or bewitched you; something like a Love Potion, I believe. Harry...ARE you under Malfoy's influence?"
She sounded calm, she knew. But she didn't feel it. What if she was wrong? For this was definitely the first time she wanted it. Hermione desperately wished Harry was under a Love spell, so she wouldn't have to feel so betrayed. After all, this WAS a Malfoy they were talking about.
Harry put his glasses back on, and stared from one to the other. He didn't have to ask how they had seen him and Draco. He didn't want to know. If they had spied on him, he would have felt utterly exposed and deceived. If they had simply seen the two kissing, it would mean the whole school had, too. So he said quite simply: "Why do you think I'm under his spell, Ron?"
Ron, not expecting such a calm answer, stared for a few seconds, then opened his mouth, and said quietly, "Malfoy has been our enemy for nearly seven years, Harry. Seven years!!! And these six months, especially, you two have been at each other's throats, wanting to kill each other. So when you suddenly become friends, that was bad enough. But then we see you two acting...GAY, well, it's just not like you, Harry!!" Ron's voice was now choked. Harry wouldn't believe he was taking it this badly. Hermione seemed quite overdramatically upset, as well.
"Ron, who cares if he's been my enemy, he's changed!! He's not the way he used to be!! And who says I HAVE to like girls, Ron? Not everyone is straight, you know! I'm not attracted to girls like you are! Hell, I'm not even attracted to guys; I'm just in love with Draco! And that's all there is to it!" Harry spat angrily.
"Draco. DRACO. DRACO?!?! You're calling him Draco, now?!" Ron demanded, clenching his fists.
"That's his name, isn't it?!" Harry replied hotly.
"You absolute idiot. He's leading you on! He's put you un-" Ron began quietly.
And then Hermione spoke up.
"Ron, Harry is acting of his OWN FREE WILL. There is NO spell to bind two people that close, or for that long!! Harry loves Malfoy, and vice-versa. You just have to deal with that!"
She bit her lip, and looked at her knees. She didn't know WHAT to feel. Ron looked at Harry wildly, opening and closing his mouth, trying to from words, and gave up.
"Alright...alright!" he spluttered, "So you... 'love' him, eh? Oh Harry. WHY? Why?!" Ron said sadly.
"Why's it the end of the world?!" Harry asked, not understanding why it was such a big thing.
"Because...because..." Ron faltered.
"Because he's a GUY, right? Because he's a MALFOY, right? Because his whole damn family have been Death Eaters? Well he's changed, Ron. I don't care whether or not you believe me. But I KNOW that he's changed."
Ron got up and walked towards the portrait hole, and ran a hand through his hair. He spoke to the back of the portrait.
"Alright then. Fine. Be in love with a Malfoy. Hell, be in love with a guy for all I care. Just don't say I didn't warn you when something terrible happens. JUST DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU."
The portrait hole opened then banged close.
"You're alright with this though, aren't you?" Harry asked, turning to Hermione, his voice suddenly devoid of emotion.
"I don't know, Harry. He HAS been our enemy for awful long. And he's the heir of a position under the wing of You-Know-Who. It IS strange that the Boy Who Lived should like such a person...see where we're coming from? It's not the whole guy/guy thing. I think that deep down, Ron could accept it if it was you and Dean or something. But this is Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy... Ron can't stretch his acceptance that far," she said softly, then stood up, nodded silently at Harry, went to her dorm and closed the door softly.
Harry was confused. Utterly confused. His mind couldn't grasp everything that had just happened. All he knew was that he had a date to go to. A certain Death Eater's heir was waiting for him.
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"Hey, I knew you'd come," Draco whispered, and Harry fell into the Slytherin's arms. No need for words. No need at all.
Draco's hands slid over Harry's tanned skin, just feeling the muscles and also the exhaustion that plagued Harry's being. Draco could feel the muscles tense up, and he knew something was wrong.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned. "Something to do with those two, when they called for you just before?"
"Look, don't worry about it," Harry replied, just wanting to forget his troubles. And so they simply tumbled into their private world of lust and need, and stayed that way for a long, long time.
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"Yeah Harry, I know you care for him," Ron insisted, "But it's just WRONG. I mean, find yourself a nice witch, and forget about Malfoy! I mean, come on, he IS a Malfoy!"
It was the next day at breakfast. An Aurors' Breakfast. Harry was due back on the Quidditch Pitch in five minutes, and he didn't have the heart to fall out with Ron a week before their Graduation.
"Ron, just forget about it, we've gotta go," Harry replied, rolling his eyes, and pulled the redhead up by his arm.
"Bye babes," Ron grinned at Hermione, who waved her spoon at Ron, currently reading one of her many bibles to Transfiguration as she ate her Corn Flakes.
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"Aah, good to be back, no?" Draco yawned, and sat in his usual seat.
Harry nodded, and sat against a goal post. They were silent.
Harry slipped into drowsiness, a sudden wave of fatigue wafting over his senses, and smothered his mind in a blanket of half-sleep, half-awareness.
And his eyes closed.
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(((All Harry could see was darkness. Eternal darkness. It stretched on and on, and he started walking in a panic, trying to make sense of his new surroundings. What was he doing here? He should be back with Draco on the Quidditch Pitch! If McGonagall found him asleep, he'd be mince meat.
And a flash of silver caught his eye.
"Draco?" Harry queried, thinking of that silvery mass of locks that were a Malfoy's trademark.
There was no answer, and Harry ran forward, wondering what the hell was going on. And then he stumbled on nothing and fell, his feet giving way beneath him, and Harry fell through another dimension of darkness. And suddenly he saw Draco. Harry was still falling, and everything around him was a blur, apart from the figure in front of him. Draco was standing on air, not falling or indeed even moving. Draco was just standing there. And then he turned to Harry, and Harry's eyes widened in shock. Malfoy was holding a dagger. And in the other hand was a phoenix, blood pouring down the bird's chest. Draco had murdered Fawkes.)))
**
"HARRY! HARRY, GET UP!!! HARRY, QUICK! OH COME ON YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!!! WAKE - UP - YOU - LAZY - BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!"
"FAWKES!!" Harry yelled, sitting up, and then he opened his eyes. He was instantly aware that he had been dreaming. And also that Draco had been shaking him madly.
"Wassamatta?" Harry asked groggily, straightening his glasses.
"Only that we're being attacked, no big deal," Draco snapped, and hauled Harry to his feet. "COME ON, HARRY! We gotta do something!!"
And then Harry took in the screams, and how the early morning was black. He knew he hadn't been asleep more than twenty minutes, so something was definitely wrong.
"Death Eaters just appeared out of nowhere, and there's tons in the castle. Don't look at me so horrified, I TRIED to wake you up when one killed that Hufflepuff, Abbott...they're all over the place..." Draco trailed off as they huddled by the Pitch's entrance, hiding in a shadow created by the mysterious black sky.
Death Eaters were, indeed, roaming the grounds, dragging students along with them, and throwing them into some kind of white portals, no more than 2 metres wide. They looked like the type of vortexes Harry saw in Sci-Fi muggle movies.
The double doors to the castle were open and screams were constantly pouring from the windows, and halting in mid-shriek. Harry shuddered, not wanting to know how manly lives were ending abruptly; and suddenly, there was a massive flash of white light. Harry and Draco were thrown to their feet, wind suddenly blasting from every direction possible. The light slowly subsided, and they looked up in horror. Hogwarts was gone. Literally. The castle had...disappeared. In its place was an absolutely massive vortex, it's pale, liquid face swirling softly, almost invitingly.
"We gotta help!!" Harry insisted, getting roughly to his feet.
"But what can we do?!" Draco replied.
"We gotta get everyone back!!" Harry replied, helping the Slytherin to his feet.
"And just HOW do you plan on doing that?" Draco snapped angrily, as they stayed close to the stadium, hiding in the front row of seats.
"We go where they went," Harry replied.
Suddenly, a hoarse shout echoed around the grounds, and Harry watched in terror as Death Eater after Death Eater filed into the vortexes around the place.
"C'mon, they're going!!" Harry cried, and they both scrambled to their feet. Harry saw that the vortex that had swallowed Hogwarts currently had no Death Eaters disappearing through it. They sprinted towards it, and the closer they got, the faster the vortex began to close.
"HURRY!" Harry bellowed, and they lunged forward - and passed into another world. Everything was creamy white, like clouds, except it was all so liquid-like. They were spinning slowly as the milky substance passed over their skin, yet not making a mark.
And then the light at the end of the tunnel shattered forth, and they were pitched into darkness.
------- Please review!!!!!