WARNING: Slash. Fem-slash. No Het. OC's. GAY STUFF, PEOPLE! Don't like that? Then what the hell are you doing here?!

DISCLAIMER: Everything except Nemesis and Anami belongs to J.K Rowling. I am not J.K Rowling. If I was, Harry and Draco would be making like little bunny rabbits in heat. Oh, the plot's mine too... I hope.

CHAPTER TWO

Draco pulled the front door open, grumbling. Harry stood outside holding a bouquet of roses, his finger mere centimeters from the door bell. Draco took one look at him and slammed the door in his face. He leaned against the door with all his weight. Harry pushed on the other side, hoping to force it open. "Drake! Let me in!" he shouted, gaining some ground and pushing the door open about an inch.

"NO!" Draco yelled fiercely, bracing his legs against the floor. Harry sighed.

"Just let me talk to you." He pleaded.

"NO!" Draco shook his head. All the yelling had drawn the attention of the other occupants of the house. Nemesis padded down the small flight of stairs to the foyer. She raised an eyebrow at her bother.

"Who's on the other side of the door?" Nemesis asked wryly. Draco stuck his nose up in the air.

"The git." he said. Nemesis laughed, and pulled him away from the door. Harry came bursting through, the roses held in front of him like a shield. He stopped in front of Nemesis and Draco, grinning.

"Hey, Gryffindor." Nemesis said. Harry nodded. Draco struggled to pull away from his sister's iron grip.

"Bloody gits, both of you." he muttered, succeeding in pulling his arm free. He stomped halfway up the stairs, when he paused and gave Harry an acid glare. Harry blew him a kiss. Draco growled under his breath and flipped him off, turning down the hall to his room to sulk.

"Sorry Harry. He's in a bad mood. Really hung over." Nemesis explained, shrugging. Harry grinned wider. He knew exactly how Draco got.

"I know. So, how are you and Lisa doing?" He asked, tossing the flowers on a nearby table.

"Well, I'm fine, and so is Lisa. Adrian's currently in the living room writhing in pain. Our darling Draco kicked him in the balls. Blaise can't sit down." Harry laughed outright. He followed Nemesis up the stairs, turning into the living room. He cracked up again when he saw Adrian rolling about on the floor holding his groin.

"Shut up Potter." Adrian moaned. Harry stuck his tongue out at Adrian, taking a seat in the blue chair Adrian had been sitting in. Nemesis returned to her space on the couch. Blaise waved hello, but Lisa was to absorbed in the football match to even notice Harry. Harry grabbed a handful of the jelly beans Draco had set out for Easter, and no one had really bothered to throw out.

Adrian got up slowly, hobbling over to sit by Nemesis. "God, Nem, your brother is stark raving bonkers!" Nemesis punched Adrian lightly on the shoulder, otherwise ignoring him in favor of a Rolling Stone magazine. "Dude, seriously!" the brunette rubbed his shoulder, looking strangely like a wet cat.

Draco sat on his bed, picking absentmindedly at loose threads on his comforter. He didn't even look up as someone entered the room and sat on the bed beside him. "Piss off, Harry."

"Now, is that anyway to treat the guy who loves you?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes." Draco replied, breaking off a thread with a snap. Harry waited a moment to see if he would say anything. He remained silent. Harry set a tentative hand on his shoulder. Draco jerked away from his touch violently. he spun towards Harry, his pale face curled into a snarl. "Get out." he hissed. Harry didn't move. "Get out!" he screamed, his voice shrill. Harry backed towards the door. "GET OUT!" Draco howled, squeezing his eyes shut. he stood there, his shoulders shaking. Harry took two long strides over to Draco, and took his by the shoulders.

"Draco, look at me." He commanded. Draco looked up at him. Harry pressed his mouth against hers swiftly. He felt Draco's shoulders stiffen. Draco's fist connected with his stomach, causing him to pull away from him, gasping, as the air in his lungs was forced out of his body. Draco walked purposefully out of his room, breaking into a run when he hit the hallway.

Nemesis started as her brother buried himself on the couch between her and Lisa, throwing his arms tightly around her middle. "What's wrong?" she asked, wrapping her arm around him and squeezing gently in a sisterly manner.

"Harry… he… he…" Draco stammered. All eyes were on the siblings.

"Did he hurt you?" Nemesis asked, stroking her brother's hair. he just nodded. Adrian's mouth fell open, and Blaise looked at her in pity, with underlying hints of rage at Harry for hurting his friend. Lisa wrapped her arm around him as well, muttering something about 'ripping the ugly prick's head off his bloody shoulders.'

Harry walked into the living room, holding his stomach. He was about to say something, but when he say the murderous glares he was getting from the rooms other occupants. He shut his mouth and continued walking right out the door.

"DAMN IT!" Anami shrieked, hurling the crystal orb she was looking into against the wall, where it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. "DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!!!" She repeated. The slight being began to pace on the stone floor of her chamber, running her hands through her frizzy dark hair. "Damn it!" She said again. "I hate it when they do this!" she groused.

A tall blond elf bowed his way into the room. "We heard something fall, Lady Fate." He said. "Is something the matter?" Anami sat heavily on a stool. She motioned for the blond elf to sit, which he did.

"First. Call me Anami, it's my name, use it. No more 'Lady Fate' shit, Legolas"

"Yes La- Anami." Legolas said, bowing his head.

"Second, the next person who bows to me is getting my boot up his arse." She grinned wickedly. Legolas' blue eyes went wide and he nodded curtly, his back ram-rod straight. Anami tapped her fingertips together underneath her chin. "And third, you and me are going into earth." Legolas stared at Anami with one eyebrow raised.

"You're not serious?" he asked, all pretenses of formality gone. Anami nodded.

"My little pawns have decided to ignore Fate. We gotta go show them why it's not good to do that." She said, standing and throwing a friendly arm around Legolas' neck. "C'mon, elfy, it'll be fun!" She grinned fully. Legolas sighed.

"I MUST have been drunk when I let her into Rivendell…" He muttered. "I just HAD to ignore Mother when she told me never to trust strange elves on bridges…"

*****

Okay, that was an odd chapter. I think it's all Legolas' fault.

Legolas: How can it be MY fault?! I've only had, like... six lines so far!

Anyhow, I know every one is totally out of character. I'm sorry. But I'm the author, and I can do that if I want! * cackles * Feeeeel the power!

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