***DISCLAIMER***: This fic will eventually contain themes that may be offensive such as profanity, violence, and sex. There will be slash, D/H eventually. However my story is about much more than that, love, adventure, mystery. So, if you don't approve of such things, move along. If you don't mind it, read on at your own risk.

***DISCLAIMER*** Unfortunately, I do not own the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, so please don't sue me. I haven't got any money, and its only fan-fiction after all. The only thing that is mine is the plot and so far Évelyne, so please ask before borrowing ideas.

Please read and review! This is my first fic., and I'd love to get opinions. I'm feeling a bit discouraged at the lack of response. I promise this is going to be an awesome story, but good stories take a while to blossom and mature. I mean I could have Draco and Harry fucking each other's brains out already, but that wouldn't be civilized, now would it? Relationships are going to crop up soon, and the plot is beginning to thicken, so please bear with me. In addition, I really value constructive criticism so please chime in. And don't worry about any French I throw in, I always translate at the bottom for those who aren't obsessive francophiles (lovers of anything French nothing etchi/hentai well unless it pertains to D/H goodness. sigh.).

Harry: Draco, why doesn't anyone review?

Draco: Maybe nobody loves us..

Harry: That would be sad..

Draco: Yes. hold me. (sob)

Harry: Are you just using the situation to glomp me again?

Draco: Maybe.. ( heh heh heh.

Fairy Rings Can Be Rather Tricky Things

Chapter Six: Dante or Through the Eye of a Needle

From Draco's Point of View.

"Well," I said extending my hand, not knowing quite what I was doing, "Welcome to Malfoy Manor."

As soon as I had put out my hand, I'd known I'd made a hideous mistake. A scene very much like this one flushed through my mind like the pathetic guttering of a dying flame. Without a thought in my head, I'd put myself back in this most embarrassing of positions, the position of possible rejection. Why would you be in that position, hmmm? You aren't offering him friendship; you are offering him nothing, nothing!

Still the feeling of malaise would not go away. He regarded me curiously as if he was looking at a metal bear trap that would take off his hand in so many seconds. Until Potter, I'd never been rejected. No one ever dared to turndown a Malfoy, nobody! Why are you such a fool? Making the same stupid mistakes again.

I considered pulling my hand away, sneering 'psyche,' something equally childish, but without warning, he'd taken my hand into his own. His palm was warm and callused, the pressure firm but gentle. My startled gaze met with his. I'd never noticed that his eyes were the green of fresh cut grass or well-watered spring oak leaves. His expression was still puzzled, still wary, but he wasn't hostile, no struggle of wills. It suddenly struck me that this was the first time we'd ever touched where we weren't trying to harm each other.

Th contact was over almost as soon as it began, yet I could still feel his skin on mine. I wanted to shake myself, collect my thoughts but that wouldn't do in front of company. Besides this is Harry-fucking-Potter, remember? Are you going to let him see you being confused, weak? I think not. I held my ground, not giving an inch and gave my best version of a polite snarl, "Not that I'm not thrilled to have you here Potter, but what exactly are you doing at my home?"

His green eyes blazed with a fierce inner light at my barb, but kept his peace as my aunt's hand slid almost protectively onto his right shoulder. "He's here at my request, Draco," She replied in an even and carefully neutral tone. With an almost withering glance at my mother, she added, "I would have thought that your mother would have told you already." My mother seemed to visibly shrink under her gaze. "I realize that you and Lily had a falling out after you took up with my brother, but really Narcissa, you should have told him about this."

My mother trembled and burst out in an almost sob, " You were never here, Évelyne, you were off playing fairy princess! I was the one stuck here in this- this- nightmare." She started crying then, her whole body wracked with sobs. I stared at her. Who was this woman. My proud, perfect, untouchable mother crying like a little girl? My aunt pushed past me, threw her arms around my mother, pressed her lips against hers, and began speaking rapidly in a language I had never heard before.

I turned stunned out of my head to see Potter staring at me in the same perplexity. I didn't know what to say, what to think even. We stared at each other at a loss. The two women continued talking back and forth, holding each other in an embrace that made me feel strangely uncomfortable. "Um," Potter began, breaking the awkward silence, "Évelyne brought me here because I'm her god-son too. She wants us to spend the remainder of the summer with her at the High Seleighie Court."

"Oh, I see." I replied. God that was awfully clever of you, wasn't that Draco? You certainly are in top-notch form today, aren't you? "How in all the nine levels of hell did we end up with the same god-mother?"
"Wow, Dante, hmmm? Never pegged you for a fan of The Divine Comedy." He almost smiled when he said it, more teasing than provoking.

"Funny, Potter. I do read you know."

"Even works by muggles?" His smile spread into an amused grin.

"Dante wasn't a muggle, he was a wizard, and the whole thing is true except for all that political crap and Beatrice nonsense he added. Do you not pay attention in History of Magic classes? Dante was curse to Hell by one of his enemies, but he managed to escape with the help of Virgil." I left off at his look of vague horror. "What?"

"You pay attention in History of Magic classes? Good God, no wonder you're so off kilter."

"Excuse me?" I demanded reaching for my wand. Insulting me in my own home, oh no, that is not going to slide.

"Christ, ease up Malfoy!" He exclaimed, grin disappearing instantly at the sight of my wand. "I didn't really mean to offend you, more habit than anything else."

I put my wand away, tiredly. I felt like the shadow of my old self, and all the fun of baiting Potter had left me ages ago when I realized-

"Anyway, I was wondering, as a favor to Évelyne, I we could strike up a truce for the summer as we're going to be in the same place for a while." Potter said dusting off his robes in an attempt to hide his relief that I hadn't sent him to join Dante, but who am I kidding? I'm no real threat to the likes of him.

"Who says I'm even going to fairy-land, anyway?" I drawled.

"Because I'm telling you, you are going." My mother's voice was as hard and cruel sounding as the blade of a knife. I turned and faced her. For the first time in months there was color in her cheeks and her gaze didn't waver. My aunt's arm was still draped around her, her body too close for my comfort. Who the hell was this woman who could change my mother so rapidly with a kiss and several minutes of conference?

"Mother, I really don't think-"

"That's right, you're just like your father, you don't think!" She stood up, blue eyes blazing like angry flames. "That I say you are going should be enough for you. Accept it. The house elves have already prepared your things."

"Mother, what is the matter with you?" Potter be damned. I can't be made of ice with my mother acting like this.

"Nothing is the matter! I want you to obey me without question. You are to go with your aunt and be safe- far away from here!"

"Narcissa, calm down, it will be alright-" My aunt tried to sooth her, but she was sharply cut off.

"HE is coming for the both of you, and I won't let him sink his claws into Draco, I won't have it." She put her head between her hands, small blonde curls escaping her upsweep of carefully put together hair.

"Mother?" I went to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She shrugged me off with a moan of despair.

"He's coming. I can feel it." She breathed shaking like an autumn leaf in the breeze.

"Shit, you're right. He must have been blocking my warning spells. Damn!" My aunt exclaimed with unexpected venom, and seizing her wand, she pointed at my trunk. The house elves must have brought it in the middle of the commotion. "Reduire!*" She exclaimed and the trunk shrunk to the size of a galleon and flew into my pocket. She put her index finger and her middle finger on her lips and let out a piercing whistle. " Those damn horses!"

Potter and I stared at her open mouthed. "Well do something! Get out your wands, he's getting closer!" She urged us, and then turned to my mother, " Will you be alright, Narcissa?"

"Yes, it's not me HE wants."

Suddenly the sound of hoof beats of marble silenced all of us, and a team of fiery horses and a burning chariot burst through the wooden doors of the grand hall and straight into mother's sitting room. "Bloody hell!" Potter and I exclaimed at the same time. We glared at each other for a second, but had little time to react to anything as my aunt was herding us both into the chariot.

"Get in, for the love of all that's holy and unholy!" She wheedled with us urging us with a frantic expression.

"He's breaching the front gates!" My mother screamed.

"Fuck!" My aunt took up the reigns and pulled a small shining something from her bun. It was a long four-inch needle. She tossed the needle to the floor, and as it fell she hurriedly chanted, "La terre ou j'habit, ou je suis née, ouvrez vos secrets, dites-moi la verité."** Almost as if on cue, the horses charged to where she'd thrown the needle.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled as the horses tromped their way across the hall. Dark whisps of mist were streaming through the open doors, that mist. Oh my God..

"I'm getting us out of here!" She yelled back a note of panic sounding in her voice.

As we ran toward the needle it seemed to grow larger and larger, no we were growing smaller. The fiery horses were suddenly sailing through the air flying towards the eye of the needle. it swirled with every color I'd ever seen, large and looming like the eye of God. I felt the touch of cold mist at my neck, and then we were through all was quiet. I heard a voice whisper "Oubliez tout ça.***"

Then there was only darkness.

Sooooo, make me a happy kitty, Read and review please!

Reduire!* = to reduce/ to make smaller

2. La terre ou j'habit, ou je suis née, ouvrez vos secrets, dites-moi la verité."** =

The land where I live, where I was born, open your secrets, tell me the truth.

3. Oubliez tout ça.*** = forget all this