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Chapter- 22 (we think) aka "Perfect"
Rating- NQ 17 BC (Another homemade rating! Translation: Not Quite 17 But Close )
Warnings: ALMOST male sex! ALMOST! And a big fight between Draco and Daddy Dearest... And Insane! Fred. And we mean, INSANE Fred...
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"Fred?" his twin whispered tentatively.
"Shut up. Shut up. ShutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupSHUTUP!"
George's eyes widened. "You alright?" 'Ack! STUPID question!'
Fred lifted his face up to meet his brother's. "I... I... NO!"
"What is it, love?" he asked oh-so-gently.
"The voices... they're whispering... don't listen!" He shook his head fiercely. "Won't... won't listen! No, no, no! Love brother, never... never hurt him!" He tugged at his fiery locks. "Leave. Leaveleaveleave ME ALONE!"
George was at a loss. What do you do when your twin's gone so far... that you can't help him any more? "Shhh. Shhh, love. Its alright," he tried to whisper soothingly. 'Stupid, STUPID ROPES!'
"Not alright! George..." Fred croaked hoarsely. "Help me..." He locked eyes with his mirror image, whose eyes were so... so broken and lost.
"I will. I promise! Just... just untie these ropes."
The red head moved closer, then he rushed backwards as if he had been pulled. "They say... no... I can't..." Fred grabbed at his hair again.
"Damnit!" George swore. "Look, Fred, you can beat... them. Or whoever it is. I can help you. Just undo these ropes. Please. I love you." He held his brother's gaze for as long as he could. "Please?"
His slightly older twin seemed to be fighting with himself, each side trying to gain control. "Y... yes." He swallowed and shakily made his way to the trapped twin.
"That's right. You can trust me, love. Good Fred..." George trailed off as clumsy fingers started to untie the knots. "Shhh, relax. Calm down, my dearest. Its alright... one more knot..." The youngest twin exhaled a breath that he didn't know he had been keeping, when the ropes fell loose around him. He quickly rushed up and enfolded his brother, his lover, into a safe embrace.
When he stepped back, he saw the hesitant look in his twin's eyes. George looked down and soon captured the shaking hands in his own. He brought them to his lips and placed a soft kiss on them.
"Don't let them get me," Fred whispered brokenly as he crushed himself against his brother.
"I won't. I'll keep you safe, my love." George replied softly, placing another kiss on his forehead as his twin started to sob violently into his chest.
* * * *
"...Uh...hey, Den," Seamus answered lamely.
"How could YOU?!"
"Dennis!"
"How FUCKING could you?!" the other boy shrieked.
"Dennis! Please! If you're going to yell at me, can you at least keep it down? I don't want to wake... " He pointedly looked down at the still form of Sirius.
"What?! I just saw you... you... KISS that guy, and now you WANT me to KEEP it bloody DOWN?! I fucking well think NOT!"
"I'm sorry, Den! You don't understand..."
"Try me," he replied, calming down slightly.
"It's just that... he was *there*. He's the one who saved me when those... Death Eaters attacked my house. He was my guardian, for Goddess' sake!"
"So, now you're shagging your father?"
"What?! NO! Stop! Just listen! I... I... broke down after dinner. Couldn't take the strain of it anymore." Seamus ran a shaking hand through his drooping spikes. "And, he *helped* me. He... he *held* me. And when I had my...." The Irish man blushed slightly. "You know... my nightmares... he woke me up. And when I asked him to stay with me, he accepted. That's all."
"Funny, I didn't hear any mention of a kiss in there."
'Ah... shit...he has me there.' The older boy mentally cursed himself. "It was just a..."
"Just a what?!"
"Just... Dennis, that's the problem! I don't know what it was. It just sorta happened! He wasn't even bloody awake, for Christ's sake!"
"So now you're blaming this on Christ, are you?"
"DENNIS!"
Den looked away from the other boy. "I guess *now* I know why they call you the slut of Gryffindor," he said coldly.
"Silence, you!" Sirius, fully awake and fully pissed, pointed at the younger Creevey brother. "I don't want to hear another thing!"
"And you!" He turned to face a stricken Seamus. "Get back under the covers. Now!" he barked.
The Irish man looked away, hiding the tears in his eyes, as he did what he was told.
Ignoring the still openly staring... ex-boyfriend (... heh...), Sirius reached under the blankets and grabbed the other boy's hand soothingly. 'It's okay' he said with his eyes, silently.
"Okay, Mr. Barge-In-On-People. I want you to turn around and leave, NOW! I have had quite enough of you for one night. GO!"
A little reluctant, Dennis exited the room.
"Seamus?"
"He's... he's lying you know. I've only had sex with one guy." Dean's name went unsaid.
"I know... you don't need to explain yourself." 'Ah... little one, this shouldn't have happened.' he added in mentally.
"So... er... how long have you been... awake?"
"Truth?"
Seamus muttered a quick 'Yes.'
"The whole time. Haven't slept since I climbed in with you."
"Ah... well... I see." A slight blush crept up his neck. "So... you... heard?"
Sirius nodded.
"And... felt the...?"
He nodded once again, a slight smile crossing his face.
"Well... this is embarrassing. See you in the morning!" With that said, Seamus burrowed into the blankets, desperately escaping the slightly older man's gaze.
"Oh, no you don't!"
"Oh, yes I do!" the Irish boy squeaked as he tried to dig deeper into the covers.
"Seamus!"
No answer.
"Seamus Finnigan!"
Silence.
"Must I go in there after you?" Sirius threatened.
Nothing.
"Seamus Alan Finnigan, I'm coming in there to get you." When the Irish boy didn't respond, the black haired man growled and sat back down at the foot of the bed. He sat back on his ankles and tried to pull the covers down.
They were locked tight.
Another yank.
Still wouldn't move.
Sirius sighed and tried to think of a way to get the other man to come out. Then it hit him. He grinned to himself at the newly-formed plan.
The assassin began to tickle Seamus.
"Ah!" Giggle, "Stop!" laughed the slightly younger man as he squirmed under the attack.
Satisfied with the reaction, Sirius stopped the movement with his hands and pulled the covers back.
He snorted as he saw the other boy feign sleep. "I know you're awake..."
"No, you don't..." Seamus sleepily murmured, scrunching his eyes up tightly.
Sirius found himself actually *really* smiling. He hadn't done that in... a long time. He stared down at the boy who was the cause of all these new emotions running through him. 'Heh... this should get him to wake up...' he thought evilly.
He carefully situated himself so that his knees were on both sides of the other man's waist, gently straddling him. Sirius was almost *positive* that he heard Seamus' breath come out a little shaky and stilted.
Experimentally, he ran his hands lightly down the Irish man's chest, then slipped them underneath the shirt. Seamus took in a deep breath and shivered at the contact.
"Cold, love?" Sirius murmured in that unbelievable seductive tone.
Seamus didn't trust himself to speak and just nodded his head.
"That won't do then..." he whispered and ran his hands up the other man's chest, playfully tugging at the nipple ring. He heard his spikey haired soon-to-be-lover moan softly."Still cold?" he asked quietly.
"N... no... hot, very ho- Oh!" Seamus' eyes flew open when he felt Sirius's tongue make a deliciously sinful trail from his belly button up to his nipple. It was the last straw when he took his ring in his mouth and tugged once more. The slightly younger man bucked his hips upward.
Sirius stifled the other man's moan by kissing him fiercely. "You're." Kiss. "Driving." Another strong kiss. "Me." Seamus slipped his tongue into the black haired man's mouth. "Fucking insane!" he growled around the kiss.
"Is that a good thing?" he murmured breathlessly, continuing the battle of tongues that was going on.
Sirius pushed Seamus back down on the bed, moving his hands above his head, "Yes. We better stop," he gasped. "Or.. or else I'm going to lose control... and that would be bad," he panted out.
"To ye maybe." He struggled to get closer, "I say we try it and find out," he said hoarsely, his accent more profound.
"Stop it," the ex-convict growled out, grinding his hips down onto the other man's erection. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to grasp as much as control as he could. With a groan, he pulled himself off of Seamus and stood beside the bed, trying to regain his breath.
The Irish boy sat up gasping, "Damnit! Don't start what you're not going to finish!" He tried to look pissed off, but it came off more like 'Sexually Frustrated'.
"You're vulnerable right now, and as much as I would *love* to..." He glanced pointedly down at Seamus' still going hard on. "I won't. At least not yet." He laughed weakly. "But right now we need to talk."
The slightly younger man sighed and laid back down, "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, "Promise not to hide under the blankets again?"
Seamus grinned. "Promise!"
With a soft chuckle, the black haired man slowly climbed back into bed and settled himself down, pulling the other man into his arms. "Go to sleep then."
"Alright."
Silence.
"Sirius?"
The assassin sighed. "Yes?"
"Good night."
"Night." He closed his eyes again.
A few minutes later...
"Sirius?"
"What?"
"Sweet dreams."
"Same to you," Sirius growled out, but not really angry.
A little while later...
"Sirius?"
"Seamus if you don't go to sleep, I swear I'll start singing. And that's a *bad* thing."
"I'd like to hear you sing."
"No, you don't," laughed the older man. "Now go to sleep. Now." If the Irish man obeyed his wishes, he never knew because he swiftly fell asleep.
Once Dennis was *positive* that both men were asleep, he pulled off the invisibility cloak, and stepped from out behind the door.
With tears leaking slowly down his face, the blue haired wizard muttered a quiet, "Bastard... he can't take what's mine. He's going to regret this..." and ran silently out of the room.
* * * *
"Perce?" Neville softly called out as he entered the Prefects' bathroom. He wasn't quite sure if this was where Percy would be... but something told him he should look anyway.
"Percy?" he tried again.
There wasn't an immediate answer, but after a few moments he heard a quiet and almost unsure voice call out, "Nev?"
Sighing in relief, the younger boy rushed over to where his... boyfriend? Ex-fiance? Roommate? Was currently hunched over in the corner.
"Percy... what's wrong?" Neville quickly noticed the already-dried tear tracks on the other man's face. "Percy?... Perce?"
"Neville..." he whispered in a hushed tone. "I don't... deserve you."
Silence.
"What?!" was the startled reply.
"You heard me..."
"Yes. I did." Neville whacked the other boy smoothly on the shoulder. "Don't you dare say that again."
"It's the truth."
Neville whacked him again. "Stop saying that!"
"But..."
The younger Gryffindor swiftly placed his hand over the other's mouth. "No... you do deserve me."
A sigh then, "Love... you don't know. I mean... you just don't understand what happened in..."
"Say it, Percy."
"What? Azkaban?"
"No. What they did."
"Neville... I can't."
"We're never going to get over this if you don't tell me what it is you're so afraid over."
"You... you don't want to know."
The answer was another whack on the shoulder. "Just tell me," he growled out.
Percy was, to say the least, startled. "Neville?"
"You want me to get pissed, Percy?"
Silence.
After at least a few minutes, in which Percy spent much time staring at his lover, shocked, Neville lunged at the other man.
"Okay, *Percival*, if this is the only way for you to tell me..." The younger man trailed off as he sat, straddling Percy's waist (who actually still happened to be on the floor). "I. Love. You." Leaning in Neville kissed Percy deeply, letting his tongue dance with the other's.
Pulling back, he stated quite clearly, "I repeat, I. Love.You. Not your past, not what happened in Azkaban, and certainly not your attitude at the moment. But none the less, I fucking love you. Do I make myself clear?"
Percy nodded dumbly.
"Alright then. Are you ready *now* to tell me about what happened?"
The ex-Head Boy nodded again.
"Good." Leaning in again, Neville nipped slightly at the others boy's ear and whispered quietly, "I love you. No matter what happened or what's about to happen. I'll always love you."
Percy vaguely felt tears welling up behind his eyes. "Neville... I love you. Always, I'm yours." Taking a deep breath, the elder Gryffindor started his story. "Dumbledore wanted me to..."
* * * *
"Come in," Virgina sighed, she'd have to visit her best friend later, she mused to herself.
"Ginny?" Asked a rather short black haired asian girl.
"Raveyn," She smiled graciously, standing up from her desk.
"Did you just get back?"
"From the manor? Yes, arrived only a few minutes ago, actually."
Raveyn nodded her head and walked over to sit on the end of the older girl's bed. "Hows the Dark Lord?"
"Mad that I left him with the children," Virgina grinned, "But what do you really want to ask?"
The Asian girl sighed and tugged at her black locks, "Are you *sure* this will work?"
The red head looked sharply at the younger student, "Are you backing out?"
Raveyn snorted, "Hell no. You know me better then *that*. I just..." Her face darkened softly, "I just don't want Fred to get into trouble," She shrugged, "Thats all."
Virgina narrowed her eyes at the other girl, "Are you developing feelings for my older brother?"
The Slytherin bristled, "Of course not. But that curse Avery placed on him... its pretty intense. And when he kills," She smiled evily, "My *beloved* sister, I wouldn't want him to suffer the consequences."
The mother sighed, "I know what you mean. But Tom swore that they would be safe, not that I care," She added in quickly, "But... I guess after this little deed, Toms going to offer them a place with the Death Eaters."
"You think they'll agree?" Raveyn cocked her head to the side.
"I'm not sure. I believe Fred will, what other choices does he have? And George... well... to tell the truth, hes always had an evil side. We just have to get him to embrace it. After that..." Virgina shrugged, "Who knows."
"Where is-"
"Raveyn? You in here?" A taller girl, who looked remarkably like Raveyn, stepped into the room.
Virgina instantly jumped up from the bed, "Cho! What are you doing here?"
Cho Chang looked around, confused, "Sorry, someone told me my sister was in here."
"I'm right here," Raveyn said with a strained smile. "What do you want?"
"I thought we could go take a walk around the Castle, I can quiz you for your Potions test tomorrow." The elder student smiled, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
"Sure. Let me just say goodbye to Ginny, here." She, too, stood up.
"Great. Don't take too long now." And with an arrogant laugh she left the room.
Raveyn turned to Virgina with a death glare, "Think Fred can kill her sooner?"
"I'll see what Avery can do," The red haired lady murmured with an amused smile.
Rolling her eyes, the black haired girl left the room.
'Now I know why I never wanted a sister...' Virgina thought dryly, walking back to her desk.
* * * *
Harry laughed as he snuggled against his boyfriend's chest. "I do not punch like a girl!"
Draco snorted. "Yeah, I've noticed. I think I'll have a bruise on my stomach for at least a week. Why did you have to hit me so hard?"
"Hey, I was bleeding from that punch in the jaw. I had to retaliate *somehow*!"
"Oh yes, and what a wonderful job you did. I won't be able to eat for months."
"Good. You were getting fat anyway."
Silence.
"Don't make me punch you in the jaw again."
* * * *
"Dennis? Dennis! What's wrong?"
"Colin... oh, Colin..." The blue haired wizard sobbed loudly and rushed into Colin's bed and into his awaiting brother's arms.
"Shh... it's okay. What happened?" The older brother calmly enfolded his hysterical brother into his arms and soothingly patted his hair back. "Calm down... breathe...that's it."
Dennis looked up at his brother. "Seamus... he... gods... I think... I think we broke up... for good."
Colin tried not to jump for joy. "Oh, love, its okay. I'm here... I'm all you need... and I'll never leave you."
The younger Gryffindor clutched harder to his brother, both of them laying down on the bed. Dennis now spooned up beside Colin.
"He... he... kissed him!"
"Who?" was the calm reply.
"Some... some old (Not *that* old... not like the authors are over protective or anything...) guy... yeah he was fucking hot... but... " A deep breath which was followed by another sob escaped the younger boy. "It's just not fair! Seamus said he loved *me*. He lied... Oh, gods! He *lied*. He was probably screwing him while I...," Sniff, "Why? Colin! Why?"
"Dennis?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Silence.
"You're not making me feel better. I *know* you love me. And I love you too..."
"No! Den-"
At that nickname the boy burst into tears once again.
"Dennis... I *love* you. I really, really, *really* love you. Like..." Colin took a deep breath, "This kind of love." With that, he gently bent down and pressed his lips to his brother's. After a few short moments he pulled away. "That's how I love you."
The blue haired wizard slowly opened his eyes. "Colin..." he said breathlessly.
"I know... I *know* I just had to show you. I've... I've felt this way for a while now... really since your first year when you fell into the lake... and I thought maybe... maybe... this would be my only chance to tell you and-"
He was shortly cut off as his younger brother leaned away from him. "I... don't... not now... just... not now." Slipping out of the bed softly, the blue haired wizard padded quietly out of the room.
"That fucking prick Seamus," Colin growled as he vowed to hurt him as much as he had hurt his brother... the only one he had ever loved.
"Just wait..."
* * * *
"Fred?"
The red head looked up, tears still dripping from his pale face. "Y... yes?" he stammered.
"You alright?"
"Do I *look* alright?" Fred said, trying to regain his famous Weasley Twin attitude... but he suddenly hunched over in pain.
"What's wrong?" 'Dammit! What *isn't* wrong?!' he thought angrily.
"It just... hurts..." He clutched at his head again and groaned.
"What does? Your head?"
Fred nodded a silent yes.
"Come here," George whispered to his twin. He did what he was told. "Put your head in my lap, love," he crooned soothingly. Fred carefully laid his head down and closed his eyes. "Relax, I won't hurt you." The younger twin then began to gently rub at his head and hair. "This okay?"
His mirror image nodded again and relaxed under the gentle ministrations. "That... that feels good..."
George smiled down at him. "Just like when we were kids, eh? We use to always do this... you'd sneak in my bed at night, especially after a rough game of Quidditch." He laughed. "Remember?"
Fred smiled weakly. "Yes... then one thing would lead to another and..." He laughed softly, the pain momentarily gone. "I miss those days."
"They haven't gone far, my love. We can have them back. Everything will be the same again once we get you better..."
"But... but, what if I *don't* get better? What if... what if," he swallowed, "I get *worse*?"
"No!" George choked out. "That will *not* happen! I *won't* let it! We will fight this! And we will win, damnit!"
"What happens if we don't?" came the whispered reply, "You saw what I did before... I don't want to hurt you again, George! I couldn't- " He was cut off by a sob. "I couldn't *live* with myself!"
"That won't happen again! I won't allow it! We can stop this thing, Fred! I know we can!"
"I... I don't know. I need... to go..." he muttered quickly and began to stand. He swayed on the spot, but continued to stumble down the corridor, clutching at the walls for support.
"Fred, no, wait!" George cried after him. He tried to stand, but found himself tangled in all the ropes at his feet. It was a few minutes before he could free himself, but by then... His twin was gone.
* * * *
Dennis calmly walked away from his brother's dorm. "He... he... kissed me. *Kissed* *me*. And... he was *good*," he said out loud to no one in particular. 'Ack! What am I saying?! He's my fucking brother! My brother! But he was so good... *so-very-good*...' He slowly lifted his hand up to trail across his lips. 'But... since I fell in the lake? That was years ago. I was a first year, for God's sake! I... I was still innocent... I mean... ack!' The blue haired boy was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice as he entered his own dorm and fell into his warm, comforting bed.
'That must be why he was so mad at Seamus... he was jealous. But... but... do I like him... that way also?' Dennis stopped to think about that for a moment. 'He's always been there for me... even before Seamus. He's my older brother. I've always loved him, but... in that way? Maybe-' The younger brother's thoughts were cut off as someone jumped into his bed... actually as someone jumped on him, while he was in his bed. Only one person would do that:
"Ginny!" he whispered excitedly.
"Shush! You wanker! Let me spell the curtains." Virginia quietly murmured a familiar charm and watched as the magic worked to silence the curtains surrounding them.
"I've missed you!"
"I missed you, too! I am really sorry it's taken me this long to visit you! But... I have a good excuse!"
Dennis glanced at her still flat belly. "Did you? I can't tell. I guess Tom's concealment charm is still working."
"Yup! I had the babies!"
"Oh, wow... that's great, Gin! Wait... babies?"
Virginia smirked at her friend, her *best* friend. "Yeah, I had triplets!"
Silence.
"Triplets?! Holy crap! Ouch!"
"Oh, a very big ouch."
"Where are the kids? ... Mommy... heh..."
The red haired lady (Mint- would you be a woman if you gave birth? I would hope so!) whacked her friend. "There with Tom."
"The Dark Lord is taking care of children... I thought I'd never see the day... wait... what gender are they?"
"Two boys and one girl. Gorgeous, I might add."
Dennis smirked up at her. "So, how's Voldie?"
"Great! He loves the father deal a little too much... he's already making plans for Eavan, that's the eldest, to become the new Dark Lord."
"He would... what are the other names?"
"Well, there's the eldest, Eavan Fire, then its Eavick Ice, and last, my little daughter, Eavalyne Storm. I can't wait for you to see them!"
"Am I still going to the manor tomorrow?"
"Of course... if you still want too."
"I've been going there every Sunday since you two got together! Why would I want to stop now?!"
"Oh, shut up." The Dark Lady laughed slightly. "So, Dennis, what's been going on in your life?"
The blue haired wizard's smile faded. "A lot, actually."
"Oh, love, what happened? Is it about Seamus?"
The boy nodded softly. "Yeah, we... we... broke up. For good. I guess he's going for some old (Hey! Like we said, he's not *that* old!) guy. Well... a totally hot old guy. But still... I saw them kiss... and do other stuff." Virginia pulled her friend into her arms, kissing his forehead gently.
"And when I went to go talk to Colin... you... know in his bed. He... uh... well, he..." Dennis blushed a little.
"He kissed you, didn't he?"
"Kind of... is that okay? I know you're fine with the gay thing... but... gay brothers...together... do you think that's a disgusting thing?"
"You're forgetting that I have Fred and George for brothers. And let's not leave out Bill and Charlie. So it's safe to say that I'm not about to debate incest laws with you."
"Point taken."
"So, the kiss... how was it?"
"So very, very, *very* good. But... I don't know... he says he loves me... since my first year, actually... but I don't think I'm ready for... you know... anything. Not after Seamus. Certainly not a relationship with my older brother."
"Well, what about in the future?"
"Honestly, I don't think I *have* a future."
Ginny was, to say the least, *very* confused. "What do you mean?"
"You know that offer Tom keeps offering me?"
"As part of the inner circle? Which, by the way, also contains Bill and Charlie. Fucking pricks... never told me."
"Really? That's kind of... wicked..."
The Dark Lady gave him a strange look.
"But, getting to my point. And I actually *have* a point this time. I think I'm going to accept."
"Wait... and be... one of the heads of the Death Eaters?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
A pause then, "Oh! Dennis! I'm so happy! That's great!"
The boy grinned openly. "I'm glad you like the idea."
"I love it! I can't wait for Sunday!"
"Well," Den said as he glanced at the clock beside his bed, "it's nearly two a.m. Maybe we should get some sleep...you wanna stay here?"
"Definitely."
Cuddling under the covers, the two best friends forced themselves into sleep.
* * * *
"Must go... get... far away... must run... must not... hurt... must... KILL... NO!" Fred murmured out loud as he ran drunkenly down a corridor, his eyesight blurry and his mind in a dense fog. "Where... am I? Not... supposed to be... here... " His eyes swung around the empty hallway as his body swayed on the spot. He suddenly clung to the stone wall for balance. "No... no... NO! Don't... listen... must be... strong... will... fight... will... LOSE! DAMNIT!" The red head cried, slowly inching down the stone wall. His eyes surveyed where he was: near the dungeons in a remote part of the castle.
Barely anyone ever came down here, which meant he was safe... he couldn't hurt anyone. Fred swallowed and carefully started to walk down the corridor again, but it was getting harder and harder to move his feet.
Fred felt like he was stuck in quicksand, sinking slowly to his death. Every move, every thought just made him drown faster and faster... until he finally stopped fighting it. And just let it take him away, away to a place where no one was and no one would ever be. A place where he would be alone and not be able to hurt anyone. The world would be safe; safe from Fred and his insanity.
Where was this place?
Hell.
"George..."
* * * *
"Raveyn! Wait up!" laughed a tall, pretty girl with straight black hair and Asian features.
"You're too slow, Cho! You can't even catch your little sister? And you call yourself a Seeker!" grinned a cheeky second year as she barreled down a corridor.
"Oh, that's it! You're going down sis!" Cho smiled, increasing her speed. She was about a yard or two away from the younger girl when Raveyn suddenly halted in her place. Cho stopped shortly behind her, and walked beside the second year. "What's wrong- oh! That's Fred!" she cried, pointing to the crumpled body huddled in a small corner.
"One of the Weasley twins? How do you know which one it is?"
"Fred has a small scar on his forehead from a Bludger attack back in fifth year..." The Ravenclaw Seeker murmured, not really paying attention to her younger sister as she walked closer to the male.
"He's so pale..." She swallowed, 'Is this what a corpse looks like?' she thought silently, hoping the red head wasn't dead. She stretched a shaking hand out and placed it on the twin's shoulder. "You okay?"
Fred flinched at the human contact, scrambling closer to the wall. 'Leaveleaveleaveleave! I don't... want to hurt you... go away!' he urged silently.
"Fred? It's me... Cho," she whispered gently, moving her hand towards his chest to check for a heartbeat.
'Kill her. She hurt George. I saw her. And she wants to kill you... and if you die, she'll be able to kill George too... She'll torture him first... then cut him with a knife... blood will fall like tears down pale, pale cheeks... then she'll rape him... she told me. Kill her, Fred. KILL HER!' a dark and evil voice whispered.
Fred's eyes snapped open. He grabbed the older girl's arm and twisted it. "YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!" he yelled, jumping to his feet, pulling the Ravenclaw in front of him, her arm twisted painfully behind her. "You hear me? He's mine!" He yanked her closer.
"Wha... what? I don't understand- OW! Fred! Its me, Cho! I don't know what you're talking about! Let me go! Fred!"
"What's happening?" whispered a frightened Raveyn, stepping farther from her sister and the angry boy.
Cho's eyes focused on her younger sister. "Raveyn, get help! Quick!"
The fellow Ravenclaw nodded her head and sprinted down the corridor.
"I know what you did," Fred murmured into Cho's ear, "I know what you *plan* to do. And I won't let you." He laughed coldly, using his free arm to pull out his wand. "You won't hurt him. Not again."
Cho tried to free herself, "I don't know what you're talking about! Please! Let me go!" she begged.
'She's lying! She has him tied up in a closet right now, waiting for her to come and kill him! He needs you! You have to save George! You have to kill the girl!' the voice whispered again.
"Shut up! You're going to die," Fred whispered fiercely, flinging Cho from his arms, causing her to fall forward and crash down to the ground. "And I'm going to kill you slowly." He stepped closer. "Sloooowly." He punctuated the word by stepping on her arm, the one he had twisted before, and grinding down on it with his trainer. "And I will enjoy every minute of it." He smiled down at her, pointing his wand at her heart. "Scream for me, love." Fred purred before shouting, "Crucio!"
Cho obeyed.
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Raveyn skidded to a halt as she heard the delightful high pitched scream of her older sister in pain. She slowly turned around and laughed. "Guess this makes me an only child..." She laughed again and calmly walked back to her common room. She still had homework to finish.
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Draco parted ways with Harry and made his way to his own dorm. 'Fucking prick... making me fall in love with him.' He smiled faintly, then erased it from his face. 'I'm getting too soft, maybe I should plan for me and Harry to have a nice... long... makeout session and *accidently* let Pansy come across us. But where can we be to have her see us...in her dorm... screw that! In her *bed*.' With a plan already forming in his head, Draco sat gingerly on his own bed.
"Hey, Malfoy! Mail for you." A random sixth year threw a white envelope on his bed.
Slowly, the blonde haired man turned it over to see the Malfoy seal stamped across the top. 'Ah, gods... father.' He carefully opened it, pulled out the thick parchment, and began to read...
"Draco. Home."
"What the fu-" The younger Malfoy didn't have time to finish the curse before he felt a rather sharp tug below his navel. As he was transported quickly to what he hoped would be Malfoy Manor, one thought echoed in his mind:
'Portkey.'
* * * *
"When is Draco supposed to arrive, dear?"
Lucius looked quickly over at his wife. "Any moment now, actually. Is his room prepared?"
"You know he won't let anyone enter his room. Not even the house elves."
The elder Malfoy smirked slightly. "Yes, I know. I just love hearing the house elves cry out when the burning protection charm takes effect whenever they try to get into his room." He laughed lazily.
"Father!"
"Oh, Draco's home."
"Father! Father! I said no more freakin' portkeys!"
"Son, think about that. How else would we get you to come home so soon?"
"And no more swears!"
"Mother, I believe I can say 'freakin' without anyone becoming offended."
"Now, darling, Draco is quite right."
"I still don't like it."
"Narcissa, dear, why don't you leave us alone for a bit?"
"Alright. I'll talk to you later Draco. Lucius."
They both nodded their heads, and the only female Malfoy walked swiftly out of the room, clasping the door behind her.
"Okay, what's going on, Father?" The young Slytherin's voice grew cold and demanding.
"Our master wants to know how you're doing in your schooling."
"Tell Voldemort I'm doing *fine*."
"Draco. One more thing."
"Yes?"
"How's your... *relationship* doing?"
'Crap... Harry? He knows and he's not killing me?' he thought silently. "What do you mean, Father?"
"Why, Pansy, of course."
"Pansy?"
"Pansy. You two *are* getting married soon."
Draco cringed. "Actually, we broke up."
"Crucio."
Draco stood perfectly still, not showing any sign of pain, nor showing any emotions. Eyes straight, not seeing. Legs locked, head poised, lips pressed tightly together.
"Good boy."
"Fuck... you..." he managed out through clenched teeth.
"Now, now, Draco. Play nice."
After what seemed an eternity, the Crucio curse lifted, and Draco, feeling utterly exhausted, slumped to the ground.
"Up, Draco."
"Yes, Father." The young Malfoy stood up on unsteady knees.
"I will owl Pansy."
"No."
Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "No? Of course, *you'll* owl her."
"No."
The elder man sighed. "Listen, boy--"
"I do not want to be married to that... wench."
"Wench?" He chuckled lightly. "That is not for you to decide. I'll have your mother owl her then."
"I do not--"
"Goodbye, Draco."
"You can't dismiss me that easily. Surely you know that by now," the younger blonde scoffed.
"I'm surprised by your actions. You need more discipline. I'll have a talk with Parkinson and --"
"Father. For the last time, no. I will *not* owl her, I will *not* get back together with her, and I will *certainly* *not* marry her!"
"Lower your voice, Draco. I will not accept that sort of disobedience in my home."
The young Slytherin stepped closer, a glare controlling his face and voice. "Then next time, Father dear, don't portkey me here."
"Enough! I won't tolerate this. If you want to make things difficult, then fine. You have accomplished your goal. Now go and make up with Parkinson," Lucius growled out.
"Are you getting deaf in your old age?! I said NO."
"Why do you dislike her so? She's the perfect match for you. Her family can be traced as far back as ours, she's rich and powerful. What is the problem?"
"She's not Harry!" he shouted angrily. His eyes instantly widened at his huge blunder. "Dammit," Draco cursed underneath his breath, and waited for his father's reaction.
Lucius stayed very quiet and still. He looked at his son carefully, his face betraying no sign of emotion.
The silence stretched on.
"Father?" he asked carefully.
"You will leave Hogwarts tomorrow morning. Pack your things."
"What?"
"You are dismissed."
Draco stared at his father in shock. He then reached out to touch his arm to try and put some reason in him. He couldn't possibly leave Hogwarts!
Lucius pulled away roughly. "Don't touch me, you queer."
The blonde tried to fight the tears that were begging to be released. Once he had his emotions in control, he turned his cold glare onto the man who had raised him. "Disgusted that I'm following in your footsteps?"
The elder Malfoy steeled his gaze and clenched his teeth together. "What ever are you talking about?"
Draco gave an abrupt, cold laugh, "You think I wouldn't know? Everyone knows how you were fucking around with Snape. And we mustn't forget dear old *Voldie*." He spat out the name like a curse. "Don't judge me by my actions when you're willing to forget yours."
Lucius lashed out and slapped his son.
The younger man glared at his father with hatred, making sure not to touch his cheek as he felt the red handprint already forming. "Another one of your gifts? I've gotten use to them by now," he sneered.
"Shut up, boy. You're lucky you're still standing."
"A threat? How quaint."
"You forget I'm still your father and I demand respect. I control your future. You'd do well to remember that."
"My future?" he scoffed, "All you care about is if I join the Death Eaters or not. And of course," Draco smirked, "If I plan to kill Potter. How ironic."
"How dare you?! I raised you, gave you the best clothes and education available, took care of your every need, and this is how you repay me?!"
"*Repay*? How I *repay* you? I'm surprised I still call you Father."
"You're just like your mother. An ungrateful bitch."
"Don't you *dare* bring Mother into this!" he shouted in outrage.
"You are not my son." The statement was said quietly but firmly.
Draco was suddenly filled with untamed anger and a little hurt. The younger Malfoy opened his mouth, letting a soft tenor voice fill the air.
"Hey, Dad, look at me," Draco demanded, stepping closer to the older man.
"Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Do you think I'm wasting my time doing who I wanna do?" Harry fleetingly entered his mind.
"'Cause it hurts when you disapprove all along,"
"And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud," The sentence was sung softer then the first line.
"I'm never gonna be good enough for you I can't pretend that I'm alright And you can't change me." Draco turned his back to the man he had once called father and continued.
"'Cause we lost it all Nothing lasts forever." He glanced up at the portraits surrounding the walls. His whole family sneered back at him.
"I'm sorry I can't be perfect." He swallowed and looked back at the elder Malfoy.
"Now it's just too late and We can't go back I'm sorry I can't be perfect." He shook his head slowly and looked away once more, refusing to meet the other man*s gaze.
"I try not to think." Draco placed a hand on his forehead and closed his eyes.
"About the pain I feel inside Did you know you used to be my hero?" With that line, stormy grey eyes met icy blue ones.
"All the days you spend with me Now seem so far away And it feels like you don't care anymore," It was Lucius' turn to look away first.
"And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud." Draco sighed and continued.
"I'm never gonna be good enough for youI can't stand another fight!" He yelled in frustration.
"And nothing's alright... Nothing's gonna change the things that you said." 'Queer' flashed through both minds as well as 'You are not my son.'
"Nothing's gonna make this right again." Lucius began to walk towards the door.
"Please don't turn your back." The elder Malfoy stopped in his tracks.
"I can't believe it's hard Just to talk to you," Draco swallowed again and walked over to stand in front of his 'father'.
"'Cause you don't understand."
Silence.
They locked eyes, each refusing to look away.
Finally Lucius opened his mouth. "You're right. Nothing can make this right again. Goodbye, Draco." With that said, the older blonde left the room, never looking back.
The younger Malfoy looked away angrily, ignoring the sting of tears behind his eyes. "Have it your way." Draco returned to Hogwarts in a matter of moments, only to fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
And Narcissa wept bitter tears for the family she had just lost.
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Double- What did ya guys think?
Mint- We know, angst! But thats the way we like it!
Double- ::Grins, and shoves Mint::
Mint- What?! Are we starting a mosh pit here?!
Double- Of course, baby sister!
Mint- ::Growls::
Double- Eep! Well, before *Minty* *Fresh* and I here start a nice little mosh pit, we better tell you guys about the next chapter.
Mint- Which *isn't* written yet!
Double- Sorry! But we are going to post this, and then we're going to start work on the next one.
Mint- Yup! And we can NOT wait! Its going to be wicked!
Double- Really, really, *really* wicked.
Mint- And we actually know the song for it, *before* we started writing it!
Double- Well truth be told-
Mint- ::Looks oddly at Double:: When did you start telling the truth?
Double- Just. wait. For. The. Mosh. Pit.
Mint-... ::Whimpers:: ...
Double- Well, we thought at first we were going to use Hoobastank "Running away" 'cause we have a nice new twist coming up... heh...
Mint- And it *is* good!
Double- But we were reading the lyrics over and we thought...
Mint- We *thought* something?
Double- Mosh Pit.
Mint- Yes, er... we thought--
Double- That we wanted something better. So we just downloaded about... oh...
Mint- 20 something songs from our new favorite band. And we were looking through *those* lyrics and we saw (one of our faves from before) so we clicked on "Read Lyrics"-
Double- And our mouths dropped. It was Fucking-
Mint- PERFECT!
Double- So that was that. And we have it currently on repeat right now.
Mint- So untill the next chapter kids!
Double- Be strong, Walk on!
Mint- You *stole* that from *me*!
Double- ...heh... mosh pit. ::Shoves Mint::
Mint- ::Grins, and shoves back::
Double & Mint- ::Pushing each other around and manage to gasp out:: Heres to the reviewers!
Tomoyo no Miko- ::Grins:: Thanks! Like the Colin in this part? Everyone loves gay incest! And Good Charlotte shall triumph... as will Simple Plan o.O;;
Yami Baka- Cute name^^; We're glad you like this chapter! We had alot of fun writing it. Yeah... we don't feel bad for Dennis. But we're glad someone does! (Mint- As long as its not us) Though, Mint feels bad for Colin. And Double... well... Double never feels bad, so its okay! (Double- ::Growls::)
Sao- OoooOOO... man eating rabbits... but, we're women! So we're safe, right? Right? ::Quickly pushes the update button:: Heh... heh... ::Ties up HOS and runs::
SirusBlackRules- You forgot Padma! ::Mint growls in the background:: Double is Parvati and Mint is Padma, we're trying out for the fifth Harry Potter movie =P We miss the gayness too... ::Sighs:: But we *love* torturing Fred and George! Its just so much fun... but it will make sense in later chapters... ::Wink wink:: If you don't want a new paring of your choosing, then pick something else, we'll be happy to oblige ^_^
Gabriella- We do too ;-; I'd recommend going to www.snitchfiction.net and www.inkstainedfingers.com GREAT fanfic sites with NC-17. And Snitch has EVERY pairing ever imaginable. We love Seamus and Sirius though! But we'll add more Harry/Draco parts just for you, Gabby dear ^_~
Aindel- More plot twists? ::Cackles:: Just wait... ::Looks behind them and sighs:: Hermione and Ron seem to be avoiding each other. We've been *trying* to get them together... but... ::Points at Ron who seems to be hugging a nearby tree, while Hermione just glares at him:: Don't ask... Double and Mint seem to be REALLY bad at love spells... (Ron- Oh tree, how I love thee...)
Sika-Chan- Your dad? ::Shudders:: We've heard the tales of horror... and we've managed to escape them by mere seconds... ::Glomps Umi-Chan:: We love you! Even more then we love Seamus and Sirius o.O;;
Khrystyne- Its okies^^; We'll send you the next chapter as soon as we finish it! Thanks!
Scap- The poem was bloody brillant!! Hope you dont mind that we posted it^^; We just loved it so much! Had us laughing histerically! What a good idea! We'll check it out! You sure you want Sevie? We can give you Albus... XD
Tugs- Thanks! We try! But we only write this fic for such wonderful reviewers like you^^ Yes, poor poor Den... but things will be going differently for him from now on... ::Evil grin::
Louise G- Thanks. Sorry, but we love Seamus and Sirius and will defend them till death. Remember what we did to SirusBlackRules when she hated Fred n' George? Speaking of, you'll see what has happened to Double's beloved Fred soon. Promise. We keep forgetting about Ron and Hermione... we'll try and put them in the next chapter just for you! But don't be dissing S & S, man. Thats just wrong! =P
She-Wolf- The next chapter is so dedicated to you! We're more like daemons... causing such pain to our lovely characters ::Pulls out plushies and begins to stick pins into them:: Bwahahaha!
Thanks everyone for reviewing! We love you all!
IMPORTANT/READ:
GOOD NEWS: (We got this in an e-mail from the beautiful Tomoyo ::Huggles to death::)
I just got word that Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will
be in bookstores on 21st June, 2003 and will be 768 pages long.
Here's the official e-mail:
In making the joint announcement, Nigel Newton, Chief Executive of
Bloomsbury Publishing in Britain and Barbara Marcus, President of
Scholastic Children's Books in the United States said, 'We are
thrilled to announce the publication date. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is absolutely superb and will delight all J K Rowling's fans. She has written a brilliant and utterly compelling new adventure, which begins with the words:
"The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and
a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive . The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four."
Later in the novel, J K Rowling writes:
"Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses.
`It is time,' he said, `for me to tell you what I should have told you
five years ago, Harry.
Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.' " '
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is over 255,000 words
compared to over 191,000 words in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The new book is 38 chapters long, one more than Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
BAD NEWS: One of my best friends, Lianne, gave me a link to read something about J.K. Rowling. I've lost the link, but Mint has found new one!
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi- bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2001/11/18/IN92578.DTL
Anyways, in another article J.K. Rowling states that she is putting a stop to all Slash stories. Her lawyers are writing all the major Slash fansites and asking them to take them down.
Now, do Double and Mint *ever* listen to authority? Mint's favorite saying is, "Fuck you and your authority!" While flipping them off... Double just holds her back and cheers her on, while causing physcological damange to whoever messes with her baby twin sister.
As we were saying, We have decided to make our own little Slash site. That way, if FF.Net or anyother site gets taken down, we still have ours. Anyone can post their stories on this new site. Once we make it. We've already started, but we don't like our website provider... and don't know really how to work it. So we would appreciate any e-mails or reviews giving us tips or help... or a whole new website provider to make it on! We've already titled it, "Sirens Call" So... come and help your favorite pair of insane twins! ^___^;;
V Review and we'll let you see what happens to Cho... V
We would like to add a bloody brillant poem Scap wrote for us! ^___^ *Happy, happy birthday!*
*HP characters are gay!*
*Hip hip whooray!*
*The month after April is May!*
*Um,, Draco would be a good lay!*
*With you Fred 'n George plushies you will play!*
*Uh, I can't think of any more stuff, OKAY!* Hehehe, we loved it! ^__^ Thanks Scap!
Sita-Chan- ::Hugs:: You did a great job! we especially loved that comment about Dennis when he..
Double- *Cough cough*
Mint- Just wait guys!
So we were going to keep it there... but... we thought you might have minded, so we didn't ::Sweat Drops:: Next chapter is coming to you soon! You rock!
Disclaimer- Now fans, do you *really* think we own any of these people?
Mint- I mean, if we *did* we would currently be making video files instead-
Double- Of stories. And of course we would be-
Mint- Posting them. But..heh..-
Double- *We* would be taking part of them...
::Mint and Double daydream::
Mint- Good news we do own Raveyn!
Double- Who is fucking awesome! If we might add!
Mint- We also do NOT own Simple Plan...
Double- Which is *almost* as great as Good Charlotte.
Mint- Well this chapters a great one!
Double- Seriously, it rocks! So we'll be cutting the authors note short this time.
Mint- Yup!
Mint & Double- See ya at the bottom!
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Chapter- 22 (we think) aka "Perfect"
Rating- NQ 17 BC (Another homemade rating! Translation: Not Quite 17 But Close )
Warnings: ALMOST male sex! ALMOST! And a big fight between Draco and Daddy Dearest... And Insane! Fred. And we mean, INSANE Fred...
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"Fred?" his twin whispered tentatively.
"Shut up. Shut up. ShutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupSHUTUP!"
George's eyes widened. "You alright?" 'Ack! STUPID question!'
Fred lifted his face up to meet his brother's. "I... I... NO!"
"What is it, love?" he asked oh-so-gently.
"The voices... they're whispering... don't listen!" He shook his head fiercely. "Won't... won't listen! No, no, no! Love brother, never... never hurt him!" He tugged at his fiery locks. "Leave. Leaveleaveleave ME ALONE!"
George was at a loss. What do you do when your twin's gone so far... that you can't help him any more? "Shhh. Shhh, love. Its alright," he tried to whisper soothingly. 'Stupid, STUPID ROPES!'
"Not alright! George..." Fred croaked hoarsely. "Help me..." He locked eyes with his mirror image, whose eyes were so... so broken and lost.
"I will. I promise! Just... just untie these ropes."
The red head moved closer, then he rushed backwards as if he had been pulled. "They say... no... I can't..." Fred grabbed at his hair again.
"Damnit!" George swore. "Look, Fred, you can beat... them. Or whoever it is. I can help you. Just undo these ropes. Please. I love you." He held his brother's gaze for as long as he could. "Please?"
His slightly older twin seemed to be fighting with himself, each side trying to gain control. "Y... yes." He swallowed and shakily made his way to the trapped twin.
"That's right. You can trust me, love. Good Fred..." George trailed off as clumsy fingers started to untie the knots. "Shhh, relax. Calm down, my dearest. Its alright... one more knot..." The youngest twin exhaled a breath that he didn't know he had been keeping, when the ropes fell loose around him. He quickly rushed up and enfolded his brother, his lover, into a safe embrace.
When he stepped back, he saw the hesitant look in his twin's eyes. George looked down and soon captured the shaking hands in his own. He brought them to his lips and placed a soft kiss on them.
"Don't let them get me," Fred whispered brokenly as he crushed himself against his brother.
"I won't. I'll keep you safe, my love." George replied softly, placing another kiss on his forehead as his twin started to sob violently into his chest.
* * * *
"...Uh...hey, Den," Seamus answered lamely.
"How could YOU?!"
"Dennis!"
"How FUCKING could you?!" the other boy shrieked.
"Dennis! Please! If you're going to yell at me, can you at least keep it down? I don't want to wake... " He pointedly looked down at the still form of Sirius.
"What?! I just saw you... you... KISS that guy, and now you WANT me to KEEP it bloody DOWN?! I fucking well think NOT!"
"I'm sorry, Den! You don't understand..."
"Try me," he replied, calming down slightly.
"It's just that... he was *there*. He's the one who saved me when those... Death Eaters attacked my house. He was my guardian, for Goddess' sake!"
"So, now you're shagging your father?"
"What?! NO! Stop! Just listen! I... I... broke down after dinner. Couldn't take the strain of it anymore." Seamus ran a shaking hand through his drooping spikes. "And, he *helped* me. He... he *held* me. And when I had my...." The Irish man blushed slightly. "You know... my nightmares... he woke me up. And when I asked him to stay with me, he accepted. That's all."
"Funny, I didn't hear any mention of a kiss in there."
'Ah... shit...he has me there.' The older boy mentally cursed himself. "It was just a..."
"Just a what?!"
"Just... Dennis, that's the problem! I don't know what it was. It just sorta happened! He wasn't even bloody awake, for Christ's sake!"
"So now you're blaming this on Christ, are you?"
"DENNIS!"
Den looked away from the other boy. "I guess *now* I know why they call you the slut of Gryffindor," he said coldly.
"Silence, you!" Sirius, fully awake and fully pissed, pointed at the younger Creevey brother. "I don't want to hear another thing!"
"And you!" He turned to face a stricken Seamus. "Get back under the covers. Now!" he barked.
The Irish man looked away, hiding the tears in his eyes, as he did what he was told.
Ignoring the still openly staring... ex-boyfriend (... heh...), Sirius reached under the blankets and grabbed the other boy's hand soothingly. 'It's okay' he said with his eyes, silently.
"Okay, Mr. Barge-In-On-People. I want you to turn around and leave, NOW! I have had quite enough of you for one night. GO!"
A little reluctant, Dennis exited the room.
"Seamus?"
"He's... he's lying you know. I've only had sex with one guy." Dean's name went unsaid.
"I know... you don't need to explain yourself." 'Ah... little one, this shouldn't have happened.' he added in mentally.
"So... er... how long have you been... awake?"
"Truth?"
Seamus muttered a quick 'Yes.'
"The whole time. Haven't slept since I climbed in with you."
"Ah... well... I see." A slight blush crept up his neck. "So... you... heard?"
Sirius nodded.
"And... felt the...?"
He nodded once again, a slight smile crossing his face.
"Well... this is embarrassing. See you in the morning!" With that said, Seamus burrowed into the blankets, desperately escaping the slightly older man's gaze.
"Oh, no you don't!"
"Oh, yes I do!" the Irish boy squeaked as he tried to dig deeper into the covers.
"Seamus!"
No answer.
"Seamus Finnigan!"
Silence.
"Must I go in there after you?" Sirius threatened.
Nothing.
"Seamus Alan Finnigan, I'm coming in there to get you." When the Irish boy didn't respond, the black haired man growled and sat back down at the foot of the bed. He sat back on his ankles and tried to pull the covers down.
They were locked tight.
Another yank.
Still wouldn't move.
Sirius sighed and tried to think of a way to get the other man to come out. Then it hit him. He grinned to himself at the newly-formed plan.
The assassin began to tickle Seamus.
"Ah!" Giggle, "Stop!" laughed the slightly younger man as he squirmed under the attack.
Satisfied with the reaction, Sirius stopped the movement with his hands and pulled the covers back.
He snorted as he saw the other boy feign sleep. "I know you're awake..."
"No, you don't..." Seamus sleepily murmured, scrunching his eyes up tightly.
Sirius found himself actually *really* smiling. He hadn't done that in... a long time. He stared down at the boy who was the cause of all these new emotions running through him. 'Heh... this should get him to wake up...' he thought evilly.
He carefully situated himself so that his knees were on both sides of the other man's waist, gently straddling him. Sirius was almost *positive* that he heard Seamus' breath come out a little shaky and stilted.
Experimentally, he ran his hands lightly down the Irish man's chest, then slipped them underneath the shirt. Seamus took in a deep breath and shivered at the contact.
"Cold, love?" Sirius murmured in that unbelievable seductive tone.
Seamus didn't trust himself to speak and just nodded his head.
"That won't do then..." he whispered and ran his hands up the other man's chest, playfully tugging at the nipple ring. He heard his spikey haired soon-to-be-lover moan softly."Still cold?" he asked quietly.
"N... no... hot, very ho- Oh!" Seamus' eyes flew open when he felt Sirius's tongue make a deliciously sinful trail from his belly button up to his nipple. It was the last straw when he took his ring in his mouth and tugged once more. The slightly younger man bucked his hips upward.
Sirius stifled the other man's moan by kissing him fiercely. "You're." Kiss. "Driving." Another strong kiss. "Me." Seamus slipped his tongue into the black haired man's mouth. "Fucking insane!" he growled around the kiss.
"Is that a good thing?" he murmured breathlessly, continuing the battle of tongues that was going on.
Sirius pushed Seamus back down on the bed, moving his hands above his head, "Yes. We better stop," he gasped. "Or.. or else I'm going to lose control... and that would be bad," he panted out.
"To ye maybe." He struggled to get closer, "I say we try it and find out," he said hoarsely, his accent more profound.
"Stop it," the ex-convict growled out, grinding his hips down onto the other man's erection. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to grasp as much as control as he could. With a groan, he pulled himself off of Seamus and stood beside the bed, trying to regain his breath.
The Irish boy sat up gasping, "Damnit! Don't start what you're not going to finish!" He tried to look pissed off, but it came off more like 'Sexually Frustrated'.
"You're vulnerable right now, and as much as I would *love* to..." He glanced pointedly down at Seamus' still going hard on. "I won't. At least not yet." He laughed weakly. "But right now we need to talk."
The slightly younger man sighed and laid back down, "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, "Promise not to hide under the blankets again?"
Seamus grinned. "Promise!"
With a soft chuckle, the black haired man slowly climbed back into bed and settled himself down, pulling the other man into his arms. "Go to sleep then."
"Alright."
Silence.
"Sirius?"
The assassin sighed. "Yes?"
"Good night."
"Night." He closed his eyes again.
A few minutes later...
"Sirius?"
"What?"
"Sweet dreams."
"Same to you," Sirius growled out, but not really angry.
A little while later...
"Sirius?"
"Seamus if you don't go to sleep, I swear I'll start singing. And that's a *bad* thing."
"I'd like to hear you sing."
"No, you don't," laughed the older man. "Now go to sleep. Now." If the Irish man obeyed his wishes, he never knew because he swiftly fell asleep.
Once Dennis was *positive* that both men were asleep, he pulled off the invisibility cloak, and stepped from out behind the door.
With tears leaking slowly down his face, the blue haired wizard muttered a quiet, "Bastard... he can't take what's mine. He's going to regret this..." and ran silently out of the room.
* * * *
"Perce?" Neville softly called out as he entered the Prefects' bathroom. He wasn't quite sure if this was where Percy would be... but something told him he should look anyway.
"Percy?" he tried again.
There wasn't an immediate answer, but after a few moments he heard a quiet and almost unsure voice call out, "Nev?"
Sighing in relief, the younger boy rushed over to where his... boyfriend? Ex-fiance? Roommate? Was currently hunched over in the corner.
"Percy... what's wrong?" Neville quickly noticed the already-dried tear tracks on the other man's face. "Percy?... Perce?"
"Neville..." he whispered in a hushed tone. "I don't... deserve you."
Silence.
"What?!" was the startled reply.
"You heard me..."
"Yes. I did." Neville whacked the other boy smoothly on the shoulder. "Don't you dare say that again."
"It's the truth."
Neville whacked him again. "Stop saying that!"
"But..."
The younger Gryffindor swiftly placed his hand over the other's mouth. "No... you do deserve me."
A sigh then, "Love... you don't know. I mean... you just don't understand what happened in..."
"Say it, Percy."
"What? Azkaban?"
"No. What they did."
"Neville... I can't."
"We're never going to get over this if you don't tell me what it is you're so afraid over."
"You... you don't want to know."
The answer was another whack on the shoulder. "Just tell me," he growled out.
Percy was, to say the least, startled. "Neville?"
"You want me to get pissed, Percy?"
Silence.
After at least a few minutes, in which Percy spent much time staring at his lover, shocked, Neville lunged at the other man.
"Okay, *Percival*, if this is the only way for you to tell me..." The younger man trailed off as he sat, straddling Percy's waist (who actually still happened to be on the floor). "I. Love. You." Leaning in Neville kissed Percy deeply, letting his tongue dance with the other's.
Pulling back, he stated quite clearly, "I repeat, I. Love.You. Not your past, not what happened in Azkaban, and certainly not your attitude at the moment. But none the less, I fucking love you. Do I make myself clear?"
Percy nodded dumbly.
"Alright then. Are you ready *now* to tell me about what happened?"
The ex-Head Boy nodded again.
"Good." Leaning in again, Neville nipped slightly at the others boy's ear and whispered quietly, "I love you. No matter what happened or what's about to happen. I'll always love you."
Percy vaguely felt tears welling up behind his eyes. "Neville... I love you. Always, I'm yours." Taking a deep breath, the elder Gryffindor started his story. "Dumbledore wanted me to..."
* * * *
"Come in," Virgina sighed, she'd have to visit her best friend later, she mused to herself.
"Ginny?" Asked a rather short black haired asian girl.
"Raveyn," She smiled graciously, standing up from her desk.
"Did you just get back?"
"From the manor? Yes, arrived only a few minutes ago, actually."
Raveyn nodded her head and walked over to sit on the end of the older girl's bed. "Hows the Dark Lord?"
"Mad that I left him with the children," Virgina grinned, "But what do you really want to ask?"
The Asian girl sighed and tugged at her black locks, "Are you *sure* this will work?"
The red head looked sharply at the younger student, "Are you backing out?"
Raveyn snorted, "Hell no. You know me better then *that*. I just..." Her face darkened softly, "I just don't want Fred to get into trouble," She shrugged, "Thats all."
Virgina narrowed her eyes at the other girl, "Are you developing feelings for my older brother?"
The Slytherin bristled, "Of course not. But that curse Avery placed on him... its pretty intense. And when he kills," She smiled evily, "My *beloved* sister, I wouldn't want him to suffer the consequences."
The mother sighed, "I know what you mean. But Tom swore that they would be safe, not that I care," She added in quickly, "But... I guess after this little deed, Toms going to offer them a place with the Death Eaters."
"You think they'll agree?" Raveyn cocked her head to the side.
"I'm not sure. I believe Fred will, what other choices does he have? And George... well... to tell the truth, hes always had an evil side. We just have to get him to embrace it. After that..." Virgina shrugged, "Who knows."
"Where is-"
"Raveyn? You in here?" A taller girl, who looked remarkably like Raveyn, stepped into the room.
Virgina instantly jumped up from the bed, "Cho! What are you doing here?"
Cho Chang looked around, confused, "Sorry, someone told me my sister was in here."
"I'm right here," Raveyn said with a strained smile. "What do you want?"
"I thought we could go take a walk around the Castle, I can quiz you for your Potions test tomorrow." The elder student smiled, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
"Sure. Let me just say goodbye to Ginny, here." She, too, stood up.
"Great. Don't take too long now." And with an arrogant laugh she left the room.
Raveyn turned to Virgina with a death glare, "Think Fred can kill her sooner?"
"I'll see what Avery can do," The red haired lady murmured with an amused smile.
Rolling her eyes, the black haired girl left the room.
'Now I know why I never wanted a sister...' Virgina thought dryly, walking back to her desk.
* * * *
Harry laughed as he snuggled against his boyfriend's chest. "I do not punch like a girl!"
Draco snorted. "Yeah, I've noticed. I think I'll have a bruise on my stomach for at least a week. Why did you have to hit me so hard?"
"Hey, I was bleeding from that punch in the jaw. I had to retaliate *somehow*!"
"Oh yes, and what a wonderful job you did. I won't be able to eat for months."
"Good. You were getting fat anyway."
Silence.
"Don't make me punch you in the jaw again."
* * * *
"Dennis? Dennis! What's wrong?"
"Colin... oh, Colin..." The blue haired wizard sobbed loudly and rushed into Colin's bed and into his awaiting brother's arms.
"Shh... it's okay. What happened?" The older brother calmly enfolded his hysterical brother into his arms and soothingly patted his hair back. "Calm down... breathe...that's it."
Dennis looked up at his brother. "Seamus... he... gods... I think... I think we broke up... for good."
Colin tried not to jump for joy. "Oh, love, its okay. I'm here... I'm all you need... and I'll never leave you."
The younger Gryffindor clutched harder to his brother, both of them laying down on the bed. Dennis now spooned up beside Colin.
"He... he... kissed him!"
"Who?" was the calm reply.
"Some... some old (Not *that* old... not like the authors are over protective or anything...) guy... yeah he was fucking hot... but... " A deep breath which was followed by another sob escaped the younger boy. "It's just not fair! Seamus said he loved *me*. He lied... Oh, gods! He *lied*. He was probably screwing him while I...," Sniff, "Why? Colin! Why?"
"Dennis?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Silence.
"You're not making me feel better. I *know* you love me. And I love you too..."
"No! Den-"
At that nickname the boy burst into tears once again.
"Dennis... I *love* you. I really, really, *really* love you. Like..." Colin took a deep breath, "This kind of love." With that, he gently bent down and pressed his lips to his brother's. After a few short moments he pulled away. "That's how I love you."
The blue haired wizard slowly opened his eyes. "Colin..." he said breathlessly.
"I know... I *know* I just had to show you. I've... I've felt this way for a while now... really since your first year when you fell into the lake... and I thought maybe... maybe... this would be my only chance to tell you and-"
He was shortly cut off as his younger brother leaned away from him. "I... don't... not now... just... not now." Slipping out of the bed softly, the blue haired wizard padded quietly out of the room.
"That fucking prick Seamus," Colin growled as he vowed to hurt him as much as he had hurt his brother... the only one he had ever loved.
"Just wait..."
* * * *
"Fred?"
The red head looked up, tears still dripping from his pale face. "Y... yes?" he stammered.
"You alright?"
"Do I *look* alright?" Fred said, trying to regain his famous Weasley Twin attitude... but he suddenly hunched over in pain.
"What's wrong?" 'Dammit! What *isn't* wrong?!' he thought angrily.
"It just... hurts..." He clutched at his head again and groaned.
"What does? Your head?"
Fred nodded a silent yes.
"Come here," George whispered to his twin. He did what he was told. "Put your head in my lap, love," he crooned soothingly. Fred carefully laid his head down and closed his eyes. "Relax, I won't hurt you." The younger twin then began to gently rub at his head and hair. "This okay?"
His mirror image nodded again and relaxed under the gentle ministrations. "That... that feels good..."
George smiled down at him. "Just like when we were kids, eh? We use to always do this... you'd sneak in my bed at night, especially after a rough game of Quidditch." He laughed. "Remember?"
Fred smiled weakly. "Yes... then one thing would lead to another and..." He laughed softly, the pain momentarily gone. "I miss those days."
"They haven't gone far, my love. We can have them back. Everything will be the same again once we get you better..."
"But... but, what if I *don't* get better? What if... what if," he swallowed, "I get *worse*?"
"No!" George choked out. "That will *not* happen! I *won't* let it! We will fight this! And we will win, damnit!"
"What happens if we don't?" came the whispered reply, "You saw what I did before... I don't want to hurt you again, George! I couldn't- " He was cut off by a sob. "I couldn't *live* with myself!"
"That won't happen again! I won't allow it! We can stop this thing, Fred! I know we can!"
"I... I don't know. I need... to go..." he muttered quickly and began to stand. He swayed on the spot, but continued to stumble down the corridor, clutching at the walls for support.
"Fred, no, wait!" George cried after him. He tried to stand, but found himself tangled in all the ropes at his feet. It was a few minutes before he could free himself, but by then... His twin was gone.
* * * *
Dennis calmly walked away from his brother's dorm. "He... he... kissed me. *Kissed* *me*. And... he was *good*," he said out loud to no one in particular. 'Ack! What am I saying?! He's my fucking brother! My brother! But he was so good... *so-very-good*...' He slowly lifted his hand up to trail across his lips. 'But... since I fell in the lake? That was years ago. I was a first year, for God's sake! I... I was still innocent... I mean... ack!' The blue haired boy was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice as he entered his own dorm and fell into his warm, comforting bed.
'That must be why he was so mad at Seamus... he was jealous. But... but... do I like him... that way also?' Dennis stopped to think about that for a moment. 'He's always been there for me... even before Seamus. He's my older brother. I've always loved him, but... in that way? Maybe-' The younger brother's thoughts were cut off as someone jumped into his bed... actually as someone jumped on him, while he was in his bed. Only one person would do that:
"Ginny!" he whispered excitedly.
"Shush! You wanker! Let me spell the curtains." Virginia quietly murmured a familiar charm and watched as the magic worked to silence the curtains surrounding them.
"I've missed you!"
"I missed you, too! I am really sorry it's taken me this long to visit you! But... I have a good excuse!"
Dennis glanced at her still flat belly. "Did you? I can't tell. I guess Tom's concealment charm is still working."
"Yup! I had the babies!"
"Oh, wow... that's great, Gin! Wait... babies?"
Virginia smirked at her friend, her *best* friend. "Yeah, I had triplets!"
Silence.
"Triplets?! Holy crap! Ouch!"
"Oh, a very big ouch."
"Where are the kids? ... Mommy... heh..."
The red haired lady (Mint- would you be a woman if you gave birth? I would hope so!) whacked her friend. "There with Tom."
"The Dark Lord is taking care of children... I thought I'd never see the day... wait... what gender are they?"
"Two boys and one girl. Gorgeous, I might add."
Dennis smirked up at her. "So, how's Voldie?"
"Great! He loves the father deal a little too much... he's already making plans for Eavan, that's the eldest, to become the new Dark Lord."
"He would... what are the other names?"
"Well, there's the eldest, Eavan Fire, then its Eavick Ice, and last, my little daughter, Eavalyne Storm. I can't wait for you to see them!"
"Am I still going to the manor tomorrow?"
"Of course... if you still want too."
"I've been going there every Sunday since you two got together! Why would I want to stop now?!"
"Oh, shut up." The Dark Lady laughed slightly. "So, Dennis, what's been going on in your life?"
The blue haired wizard's smile faded. "A lot, actually."
"Oh, love, what happened? Is it about Seamus?"
The boy nodded softly. "Yeah, we... we... broke up. For good. I guess he's going for some old (Hey! Like we said, he's not *that* old!) guy. Well... a totally hot old guy. But still... I saw them kiss... and do other stuff." Virginia pulled her friend into her arms, kissing his forehead gently.
"And when I went to go talk to Colin... you... know in his bed. He... uh... well, he..." Dennis blushed a little.
"He kissed you, didn't he?"
"Kind of... is that okay? I know you're fine with the gay thing... but... gay brothers...together... do you think that's a disgusting thing?"
"You're forgetting that I have Fred and George for brothers. And let's not leave out Bill and Charlie. So it's safe to say that I'm not about to debate incest laws with you."
"Point taken."
"So, the kiss... how was it?"
"So very, very, *very* good. But... I don't know... he says he loves me... since my first year, actually... but I don't think I'm ready for... you know... anything. Not after Seamus. Certainly not a relationship with my older brother."
"Well, what about in the future?"
"Honestly, I don't think I *have* a future."
Ginny was, to say the least, *very* confused. "What do you mean?"
"You know that offer Tom keeps offering me?"
"As part of the inner circle? Which, by the way, also contains Bill and Charlie. Fucking pricks... never told me."
"Really? That's kind of... wicked..."
The Dark Lady gave him a strange look.
"But, getting to my point. And I actually *have* a point this time. I think I'm going to accept."
"Wait... and be... one of the heads of the Death Eaters?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
A pause then, "Oh! Dennis! I'm so happy! That's great!"
The boy grinned openly. "I'm glad you like the idea."
"I love it! I can't wait for Sunday!"
"Well," Den said as he glanced at the clock beside his bed, "it's nearly two a.m. Maybe we should get some sleep...you wanna stay here?"
"Definitely."
Cuddling under the covers, the two best friends forced themselves into sleep.
* * * *
"Must go... get... far away... must run... must not... hurt... must... KILL... NO!" Fred murmured out loud as he ran drunkenly down a corridor, his eyesight blurry and his mind in a dense fog. "Where... am I? Not... supposed to be... here... " His eyes swung around the empty hallway as his body swayed on the spot. He suddenly clung to the stone wall for balance. "No... no... NO! Don't... listen... must be... strong... will... fight... will... LOSE! DAMNIT!" The red head cried, slowly inching down the stone wall. His eyes surveyed where he was: near the dungeons in a remote part of the castle.
Barely anyone ever came down here, which meant he was safe... he couldn't hurt anyone. Fred swallowed and carefully started to walk down the corridor again, but it was getting harder and harder to move his feet.
Fred felt like he was stuck in quicksand, sinking slowly to his death. Every move, every thought just made him drown faster and faster... until he finally stopped fighting it. And just let it take him away, away to a place where no one was and no one would ever be. A place where he would be alone and not be able to hurt anyone. The world would be safe; safe from Fred and his insanity.
Where was this place?
Hell.
"George..."
* * * *
"Raveyn! Wait up!" laughed a tall, pretty girl with straight black hair and Asian features.
"You're too slow, Cho! You can't even catch your little sister? And you call yourself a Seeker!" grinned a cheeky second year as she barreled down a corridor.
"Oh, that's it! You're going down sis!" Cho smiled, increasing her speed. She was about a yard or two away from the younger girl when Raveyn suddenly halted in her place. Cho stopped shortly behind her, and walked beside the second year. "What's wrong- oh! That's Fred!" she cried, pointing to the crumpled body huddled in a small corner.
"One of the Weasley twins? How do you know which one it is?"
"Fred has a small scar on his forehead from a Bludger attack back in fifth year..." The Ravenclaw Seeker murmured, not really paying attention to her younger sister as she walked closer to the male.
"He's so pale..." She swallowed, 'Is this what a corpse looks like?' she thought silently, hoping the red head wasn't dead. She stretched a shaking hand out and placed it on the twin's shoulder. "You okay?"
Fred flinched at the human contact, scrambling closer to the wall. 'Leaveleaveleaveleave! I don't... want to hurt you... go away!' he urged silently.
"Fred? It's me... Cho," she whispered gently, moving her hand towards his chest to check for a heartbeat.
'Kill her. She hurt George. I saw her. And she wants to kill you... and if you die, she'll be able to kill George too... She'll torture him first... then cut him with a knife... blood will fall like tears down pale, pale cheeks... then she'll rape him... she told me. Kill her, Fred. KILL HER!' a dark and evil voice whispered.
Fred's eyes snapped open. He grabbed the older girl's arm and twisted it. "YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!" he yelled, jumping to his feet, pulling the Ravenclaw in front of him, her arm twisted painfully behind her. "You hear me? He's mine!" He yanked her closer.
"Wha... what? I don't understand- OW! Fred! Its me, Cho! I don't know what you're talking about! Let me go! Fred!"
"What's happening?" whispered a frightened Raveyn, stepping farther from her sister and the angry boy.
Cho's eyes focused on her younger sister. "Raveyn, get help! Quick!"
The fellow Ravenclaw nodded her head and sprinted down the corridor.
"I know what you did," Fred murmured into Cho's ear, "I know what you *plan* to do. And I won't let you." He laughed coldly, using his free arm to pull out his wand. "You won't hurt him. Not again."
Cho tried to free herself, "I don't know what you're talking about! Please! Let me go!" she begged.
'She's lying! She has him tied up in a closet right now, waiting for her to come and kill him! He needs you! You have to save George! You have to kill the girl!' the voice whispered again.
"Shut up! You're going to die," Fred whispered fiercely, flinging Cho from his arms, causing her to fall forward and crash down to the ground. "And I'm going to kill you slowly." He stepped closer. "Sloooowly." He punctuated the word by stepping on her arm, the one he had twisted before, and grinding down on it with his trainer. "And I will enjoy every minute of it." He smiled down at her, pointing his wand at her heart. "Scream for me, love." Fred purred before shouting, "Crucio!"
Cho obeyed.
* * * *
Raveyn skidded to a halt as she heard the delightful high pitched scream of her older sister in pain. She slowly turned around and laughed. "Guess this makes me an only child..." She laughed again and calmly walked back to her common room. She still had homework to finish.
* * * *
Draco parted ways with Harry and made his way to his own dorm. 'Fucking prick... making me fall in love with him.' He smiled faintly, then erased it from his face. 'I'm getting too soft, maybe I should plan for me and Harry to have a nice... long... makeout session and *accidently* let Pansy come across us. But where can we be to have her see us...in her dorm... screw that! In her *bed*.' With a plan already forming in his head, Draco sat gingerly on his own bed.
"Hey, Malfoy! Mail for you." A random sixth year threw a white envelope on his bed.
Slowly, the blonde haired man turned it over to see the Malfoy seal stamped across the top. 'Ah, gods... father.' He carefully opened it, pulled out the thick parchment, and began to read...
"Draco. Home."
"What the fu-" The younger Malfoy didn't have time to finish the curse before he felt a rather sharp tug below his navel. As he was transported quickly to what he hoped would be Malfoy Manor, one thought echoed in his mind:
'Portkey.'
* * * *
"When is Draco supposed to arrive, dear?"
Lucius looked quickly over at his wife. "Any moment now, actually. Is his room prepared?"
"You know he won't let anyone enter his room. Not even the house elves."
The elder Malfoy smirked slightly. "Yes, I know. I just love hearing the house elves cry out when the burning protection charm takes effect whenever they try to get into his room." He laughed lazily.
"Father!"
"Oh, Draco's home."
"Father! Father! I said no more freakin' portkeys!"
"Son, think about that. How else would we get you to come home so soon?"
"And no more swears!"
"Mother, I believe I can say 'freakin' without anyone becoming offended."
"Now, darling, Draco is quite right."
"I still don't like it."
"Narcissa, dear, why don't you leave us alone for a bit?"
"Alright. I'll talk to you later Draco. Lucius."
They both nodded their heads, and the only female Malfoy walked swiftly out of the room, clasping the door behind her.
"Okay, what's going on, Father?" The young Slytherin's voice grew cold and demanding.
"Our master wants to know how you're doing in your schooling."
"Tell Voldemort I'm doing *fine*."
"Draco. One more thing."
"Yes?"
"How's your... *relationship* doing?"
'Crap... Harry? He knows and he's not killing me?' he thought silently. "What do you mean, Father?"
"Why, Pansy, of course."
"Pansy?"
"Pansy. You two *are* getting married soon."
Draco cringed. "Actually, we broke up."
"Crucio."
Draco stood perfectly still, not showing any sign of pain, nor showing any emotions. Eyes straight, not seeing. Legs locked, head poised, lips pressed tightly together.
"Good boy."
"Fuck... you..." he managed out through clenched teeth.
"Now, now, Draco. Play nice."
After what seemed an eternity, the Crucio curse lifted, and Draco, feeling utterly exhausted, slumped to the ground.
"Up, Draco."
"Yes, Father." The young Malfoy stood up on unsteady knees.
"I will owl Pansy."
"No."
Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "No? Of course, *you'll* owl her."
"No."
The elder man sighed. "Listen, boy--"
"I do not want to be married to that... wench."
"Wench?" He chuckled lightly. "That is not for you to decide. I'll have your mother owl her then."
"I do not--"
"Goodbye, Draco."
"You can't dismiss me that easily. Surely you know that by now," the younger blonde scoffed.
"I'm surprised by your actions. You need more discipline. I'll have a talk with Parkinson and --"
"Father. For the last time, no. I will *not* owl her, I will *not* get back together with her, and I will *certainly* *not* marry her!"
"Lower your voice, Draco. I will not accept that sort of disobedience in my home."
The young Slytherin stepped closer, a glare controlling his face and voice. "Then next time, Father dear, don't portkey me here."
"Enough! I won't tolerate this. If you want to make things difficult, then fine. You have accomplished your goal. Now go and make up with Parkinson," Lucius growled out.
"Are you getting deaf in your old age?! I said NO."
"Why do you dislike her so? She's the perfect match for you. Her family can be traced as far back as ours, she's rich and powerful. What is the problem?"
"She's not Harry!" he shouted angrily. His eyes instantly widened at his huge blunder. "Dammit," Draco cursed underneath his breath, and waited for his father's reaction.
Lucius stayed very quiet and still. He looked at his son carefully, his face betraying no sign of emotion.
The silence stretched on.
"Father?" he asked carefully.
"You will leave Hogwarts tomorrow morning. Pack your things."
"What?"
"You are dismissed."
Draco stared at his father in shock. He then reached out to touch his arm to try and put some reason in him. He couldn't possibly leave Hogwarts!
Lucius pulled away roughly. "Don't touch me, you queer."
The blonde tried to fight the tears that were begging to be released. Once he had his emotions in control, he turned his cold glare onto the man who had raised him. "Disgusted that I'm following in your footsteps?"
The elder Malfoy steeled his gaze and clenched his teeth together. "What ever are you talking about?"
Draco gave an abrupt, cold laugh, "You think I wouldn't know? Everyone knows how you were fucking around with Snape. And we mustn't forget dear old *Voldie*." He spat out the name like a curse. "Don't judge me by my actions when you're willing to forget yours."
Lucius lashed out and slapped his son.
The younger man glared at his father with hatred, making sure not to touch his cheek as he felt the red handprint already forming. "Another one of your gifts? I've gotten use to them by now," he sneered.
"Shut up, boy. You're lucky you're still standing."
"A threat? How quaint."
"You forget I'm still your father and I demand respect. I control your future. You'd do well to remember that."
"My future?" he scoffed, "All you care about is if I join the Death Eaters or not. And of course," Draco smirked, "If I plan to kill Potter. How ironic."
"How dare you?! I raised you, gave you the best clothes and education available, took care of your every need, and this is how you repay me?!"
"*Repay*? How I *repay* you? I'm surprised I still call you Father."
"You're just like your mother. An ungrateful bitch."
"Don't you *dare* bring Mother into this!" he shouted in outrage.
"You are not my son." The statement was said quietly but firmly.
Draco was suddenly filled with untamed anger and a little hurt. The younger Malfoy opened his mouth, letting a soft tenor voice fill the air.
"Hey, Dad, look at me," Draco demanded, stepping closer to the older man.
"Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Do you think I'm wasting my time doing who I wanna do?" Harry fleetingly entered his mind.
"'Cause it hurts when you disapprove all along,"
"And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud," The sentence was sung softer then the first line.
"I'm never gonna be good enough for you I can't pretend that I'm alright And you can't change me." Draco turned his back to the man he had once called father and continued.
"'Cause we lost it all Nothing lasts forever." He glanced up at the portraits surrounding the walls. His whole family sneered back at him.
"I'm sorry I can't be perfect." He swallowed and looked back at the elder Malfoy.
"Now it's just too late and We can't go back I'm sorry I can't be perfect." He shook his head slowly and looked away once more, refusing to meet the other man*s gaze.
"I try not to think." Draco placed a hand on his forehead and closed his eyes.
"About the pain I feel inside Did you know you used to be my hero?" With that line, stormy grey eyes met icy blue ones.
"All the days you spend with me Now seem so far away And it feels like you don't care anymore," It was Lucius' turn to look away first.
"And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud." Draco sighed and continued.
"I'm never gonna be good enough for youI can't stand another fight!" He yelled in frustration.
"And nothing's alright... Nothing's gonna change the things that you said." 'Queer' flashed through both minds as well as 'You are not my son.'
"Nothing's gonna make this right again." Lucius began to walk towards the door.
"Please don't turn your back." The elder Malfoy stopped in his tracks.
"I can't believe it's hard Just to talk to you," Draco swallowed again and walked over to stand in front of his 'father'.
"'Cause you don't understand."
Silence.
They locked eyes, each refusing to look away.
Finally Lucius opened his mouth. "You're right. Nothing can make this right again. Goodbye, Draco." With that said, the older blonde left the room, never looking back.
The younger Malfoy looked away angrily, ignoring the sting of tears behind his eyes. "Have it your way." Draco returned to Hogwarts in a matter of moments, only to fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
And Narcissa wept bitter tears for the family she had just lost.
* * * *
Double- What did ya guys think?
Mint- We know, angst! But thats the way we like it!
Double- ::Grins, and shoves Mint::
Mint- What?! Are we starting a mosh pit here?!
Double- Of course, baby sister!
Mint- ::Growls::
Double- Eep! Well, before *Minty* *Fresh* and I here start a nice little mosh pit, we better tell you guys about the next chapter.
Mint- Which *isn't* written yet!
Double- Sorry! But we are going to post this, and then we're going to start work on the next one.
Mint- Yup! And we can NOT wait! Its going to be wicked!
Double- Really, really, *really* wicked.
Mint- And we actually know the song for it, *before* we started writing it!
Double- Well truth be told-
Mint- ::Looks oddly at Double:: When did you start telling the truth?
Double- Just. wait. For. The. Mosh. Pit.
Mint-... ::Whimpers:: ...
Double- Well, we thought at first we were going to use Hoobastank "Running away" 'cause we have a nice new twist coming up... heh...
Mint- And it *is* good!
Double- But we were reading the lyrics over and we thought...
Mint- We *thought* something?
Double- Mosh Pit.
Mint- Yes, er... we thought--
Double- That we wanted something better. So we just downloaded about... oh...
Mint- 20 something songs from our new favorite band. And we were looking through *those* lyrics and we saw (one of our faves from before) so we clicked on "Read Lyrics"-
Double- And our mouths dropped. It was Fucking-
Mint- PERFECT!
Double- So that was that. And we have it currently on repeat right now.
Mint- So untill the next chapter kids!
Double- Be strong, Walk on!
Mint- You *stole* that from *me*!
Double- ...heh... mosh pit. ::Shoves Mint::
Mint- ::Grins, and shoves back::
Double & Mint- ::Pushing each other around and manage to gasp out:: Heres to the reviewers!
Tomoyo no Miko- ::Grins:: Thanks! Like the Colin in this part? Everyone loves gay incest! And Good Charlotte shall triumph... as will Simple Plan o.O;;
Yami Baka- Cute name^^; We're glad you like this chapter! We had alot of fun writing it. Yeah... we don't feel bad for Dennis. But we're glad someone does! (Mint- As long as its not us) Though, Mint feels bad for Colin. And Double... well... Double never feels bad, so its okay! (Double- ::Growls::)
Sao- OoooOOO... man eating rabbits... but, we're women! So we're safe, right? Right? ::Quickly pushes the update button:: Heh... heh... ::Ties up HOS and runs::
SirusBlackRules- You forgot Padma! ::Mint growls in the background:: Double is Parvati and Mint is Padma, we're trying out for the fifth Harry Potter movie =P We miss the gayness too... ::Sighs:: But we *love* torturing Fred and George! Its just so much fun... but it will make sense in later chapters... ::Wink wink:: If you don't want a new paring of your choosing, then pick something else, we'll be happy to oblige ^_^
Gabriella- We do too ;-; I'd recommend going to www.snitchfiction.net and www.inkstainedfingers.com GREAT fanfic sites with NC-17. And Snitch has EVERY pairing ever imaginable. We love Seamus and Sirius though! But we'll add more Harry/Draco parts just for you, Gabby dear ^_~
Aindel- More plot twists? ::Cackles:: Just wait... ::Looks behind them and sighs:: Hermione and Ron seem to be avoiding each other. We've been *trying* to get them together... but... ::Points at Ron who seems to be hugging a nearby tree, while Hermione just glares at him:: Don't ask... Double and Mint seem to be REALLY bad at love spells... (Ron- Oh tree, how I love thee...)
Sika-Chan- Your dad? ::Shudders:: We've heard the tales of horror... and we've managed to escape them by mere seconds... ::Glomps Umi-Chan:: We love you! Even more then we love Seamus and Sirius o.O;;
Khrystyne- Its okies^^; We'll send you the next chapter as soon as we finish it! Thanks!
Scap- The poem was bloody brillant!! Hope you dont mind that we posted it^^; We just loved it so much! Had us laughing histerically! What a good idea! We'll check it out! You sure you want Sevie? We can give you Albus... XD
Tugs- Thanks! We try! But we only write this fic for such wonderful reviewers like you^^ Yes, poor poor Den... but things will be going differently for him from now on... ::Evil grin::
Louise G- Thanks. Sorry, but we love Seamus and Sirius and will defend them till death. Remember what we did to SirusBlackRules when she hated Fred n' George? Speaking of, you'll see what has happened to Double's beloved Fred soon. Promise. We keep forgetting about Ron and Hermione... we'll try and put them in the next chapter just for you! But don't be dissing S & S, man. Thats just wrong! =P
She-Wolf- The next chapter is so dedicated to you! We're more like daemons... causing such pain to our lovely characters ::Pulls out plushies and begins to stick pins into them:: Bwahahaha!
Thanks everyone for reviewing! We love you all!
IMPORTANT/READ:
GOOD NEWS: (We got this in an e-mail from the beautiful Tomoyo ::Huggles to death::)
I just got word that Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will
be in bookstores on 21st June, 2003 and will be 768 pages long.
Here's the official e-mail:
In making the joint announcement, Nigel Newton, Chief Executive of
Bloomsbury Publishing in Britain and Barbara Marcus, President of
Scholastic Children's Books in the United States said, 'We are
thrilled to announce the publication date. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is absolutely superb and will delight all J K Rowling's fans. She has written a brilliant and utterly compelling new adventure, which begins with the words:
"The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and
a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive . The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four."
Later in the novel, J K Rowling writes:
"Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses.
`It is time,' he said, `for me to tell you what I should have told you
five years ago, Harry.
Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.' " '
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is over 255,000 words
compared to over 191,000 words in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The new book is 38 chapters long, one more than Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
BAD NEWS: One of my best friends, Lianne, gave me a link to read something about J.K. Rowling. I've lost the link, but Mint has found new one!
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi- bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2001/11/18/IN92578.DTL
Anyways, in another article J.K. Rowling states that she is putting a stop to all Slash stories. Her lawyers are writing all the major Slash fansites and asking them to take them down.
Now, do Double and Mint *ever* listen to authority? Mint's favorite saying is, "Fuck you and your authority!" While flipping them off... Double just holds her back and cheers her on, while causing physcological damange to whoever messes with her baby twin sister.
As we were saying, We have decided to make our own little Slash site. That way, if FF.Net or anyother site gets taken down, we still have ours. Anyone can post their stories on this new site. Once we make it. We've already started, but we don't like our website provider... and don't know really how to work it. So we would appreciate any e-mails or reviews giving us tips or help... or a whole new website provider to make it on! We've already titled it, "Sirens Call" So... come and help your favorite pair of insane twins! ^___^;;
V Review and we'll let you see what happens to Cho... V
