Chapter Eight: Of Love Affairs and Plots of Seduction

Disclaimer: Aren't we all getting rather tired of this? I mean come on! I can only repeat that I don't own something so many times. So now I will name all of this story that I do own. I own Sirrius' twin sister, Krista, and the disasemblence of a plot line. I put in Rekka and Raven, but I DO NOT OWN THEM! And I can't express that enough. I do wish I owned Raistlin, but not in the way we're talking about. hehe. So now that that is done with and finished, on with the insanity!

Raistlin left the slowly emptying classroom behind him and returned to his room. He yawned. These students really are so slow and dull. Only a very few are even worth my time here. Where is this Dark Lord I keep hearing so much about. This Voldemort seems to have vanished from existence. He looked out the window at the grouping of constellations that repressed his gods from his world. His eyes narrowed sharply. This is entirely your fault. He accused silently. I should be dead. I should be at peace. I should be alone with myself. and my sins. But you have sent me here. Aside from that, this Dark Lord doesn't seem to even be alive any longer. A breeze stirred his black velvet robes through the window. Upon this breeze were words from a voice he knew all too well, the "leader", the "good" god of his world, Palendine. Raistlin, you have been sent to this world Earth for a reason. Do not forget this. You must complete this purpose before you may return, but when you return you shall have peace. This I swear to you. Raistlin outwardly scoffed, but inwardly could have cried with relieve. At last, I will have peace when I am done here, when I am done with this mess. So lost in his own thoughts was the mage, that he never noticed a figured standing behind him until two thin arms wrapped around his shoulders. "What are you thinking of, darling?" Raistlin started a moment, but quickly relaxed in the arms of his one and only beloved. He turned to look into Krista's gray- silver eyes and smiled slightly. "Nothing of importance. Come let us eat something." They walked over to the table, already set with a steaming meal for two of rice, haddock, and white wine. The little house elf knew better than to have Raistlin and Krista's meal in the room after Raistlin's last class each day. Occasionally, the two reached across the silent table and held hands a moment or two, but these moments passed as quickly as the meal did and as silently. When the mage rose from his seat, Krista's eyes followed him. He shrugged off his outer robes and lay down in bed, facing the large window. Soon Krista's arms once again wrapped about the thin shoulders of the frail mage. Raistlin began to cough violently. She got up, put water to boil, and made the tea to ease his coughing fit, all the while with his dreadful cough ringing in her ears. The black mage took the steaming cup thankfully and drank deeply. When the cup was emptied, he took the woman in his arms and kissed her head. "You are so kind and good to this bitter mage. Too kind and good I think sometimes." "No, Raistlin. I am not too kind to you. You deserve my love and care. Besides, who would make your tea if I would not?" She smiled up at him. All coldness and bitterness melted from their visages, but only when they were alone together. He turned and took her in his arms; then smiling kissed her gently. "Very well, my love. You are right, as always." They kissed again and fell asleep. Just two rooms over, Draco was standing in the empty Defense against Dark Arts classroom. It was getting late. He hadn't gone to dinner that night. He was hungry, but not for food. He wanted something else. Soon someone knocked quietly on the door. It opened to admit Harry, who was carrying some of dinner in his arms. This he set aside. "I noticed you were at dinner and came as soon as I could. What is wrong? Are you feeling ill?" Draco rushed over to the Gryffindor and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. "You're so beautiful when you're concerned over me." He murmured. "I am fine. Nothing is wrong, and I don't feel a bit ill. Just as long as you're here, I'll be perfect." Harry smiled. "Well I just thought it might have something to do with that letter you got at breakfast today." Draco let go of him, and, casting him a shame-faced expression, walked to the other side of the room. "Well in a way it did have to do with that." Puzzlement caused the emerald eyes to blink several times. "You see, Harry, the letter was from my father." "What did Lucius want?" Harry asked sullenly. "He asked me why Goyle and Crabbe wrote him letters explaining my nightly disappearances. You see, I haven't told anyone that we are together." The black haired boy nodded. "Neither have I. I haven't even told Ron and Hermione yet. Although I believe they know I have a lover, they don't know who it is yet." Draco walked up to his paramour, and kissed his forehead. "You should tell them. They would understand, but how could I ever tell my father? He would kill me at the very thought of me being friends with The-Boy-Who-Lived, let alone lovers with him." Harry smiled somberly. "Well I didn't want to tell them without you there. That way they can be sure not to think it is a joke, and as for you father. He can go to hell for all I care. I just want you safe with me." The boys embraced tightly and ate the food that Harry had brought. As Draco and Harry began to eat, two silent listeners left the door. Hermione hushed Ron to silence when he began to say something. When there were about five rooms away, they hurried into a different classroom and began to speak of what they had just heard. "Ever since that first night back!" Ron exclaimed. "He said 'I still want him'. I asked him whom, but he dodged around the answer. I should have known it would be someone we all three hate by that alone." Ron banged his fist on a desk. "You should have told me about that, Ron." Hermione whispered, counseling silence with her hand motions. "Still it is good that we now know. We can be good helpful friends to Harry now. I am sure this is confusing him somewhat. It is probably why he is starting to decline in his work." Ron nodded. "Alright, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I'll support it and help Harry, but I refuse to like or help Draco." She nodded, "sure. Now about that thing we were talking about earlier." She muttered. Suddenly that thing walked into the room. "Well I thought that little coffee shop was very nice. I am sorry I could only take such a small piece of you, but it was all I could manage on such short notice. --- I know next time I'll try and take more of you out. I promise. ---" Raven whipped about face. "What are you two doing in her? Listening in on my private conversation, I suppose?" She screeched. "Actually, you walked in on our private conversation." Ron pointed out. "Oh." she looked about her in unmasked confusion. "I don't even know where I am!" She wailed. "Hush." Warned Hermione. "That is alright. We'll take you back to the Great Hall." Raven looked up at the two with alarmingly sharp eyes. "You two like me, don't you?" Ron turned seventy quite remarkable shades of red and tried to stammer something, but it was Hermione who saved him. "Well what does it matter if we do? It only matters if you do." Raven paused a moment and thought this over. "I suppose you're right." She beamed at last; then turned to the wall once more. "I am sorry, but I think I'll go with those two. --- Of course, I'll still take you out for coffee sometimes." She started for the door. "Come on you two. Lets get better. acquainted. I have some studying of the human body to do." She smiled slyly as Hermione and Ron grinned broadly and followed. Three figures sat in the dark sixth year Gryffindor boy's dormitory. One of these figures didn't belong there for two reasons. Firstly, she was a she, and secondly, she was only a fifth year, but the she part is a little more important for this. She had very long, very blonde hair and royal airs. The two boys that did belong in the room were red-haired, freckled twins. None other than Fred and George Weasley, and of course we all know that the girl who didn't belong was Rekka Doyle, and none other. "Why did you two grab me and drag me up here?" Rekka was playing a mask of innocence. She knew exactly what the twins wanted, and held her body in such a position as to appear innocent while being extremely alluring. Fred cleared his throat. "Well we wanted to-" "-talk to you about something." George finished. Rekka smiled sweetly. They could almost see the fake angel's halo shinning about her head. She fluttered her long eyelashes, and moved closer between the two. "What did you want to talk about?" George couldn't take it any longer. Taking Rekka's chin in his hand, he kissed her with all the passion of the past weeks. Rekka gasped as she was let go in apparent surprise, but now Fred took her in his arms and kissed her. Her lips parted slightly as she was finally let go, but her mind was working in devious ways. "We both love you, Rekka." Fred began. "We both want to be with you." George ran his hand lovingly through her hair. She grinned with just a touch of evil. "Well there is only one way to determine which one of you gets me." "What is it?" Both twins exclaimed. "Which one I like in bed better." She placed a locking charm upon the dormitory door, and such was the spell that even an unlocking incantation would open the door. It just so happened that when the other sixth year boys tried to get up into their room, they were forced to sleep on the sofas and chairs in the common room because the door was locked all night. Remus was wondering the halls, making sure everyone was in their rooms, when a noise reached his ear. That sounds like people making love. He mused. It was coming from the Defense against Dark Arts room. He started toward the room, when a black robed man stopped him. The slightly greasy hair and large, broken nose told him it was Severus Snape, not that he would not have known anyway. "Remus, can we talk in my office?" "Certainly, Severus." The two walked down the long corridors to the dungeons. Snape closed the door behind him after they ended the empty room. "I wanted to speak to you about something." "Obvious." Remus replied quietly. "What is it?" Severus lowered his eyes and stalked across the room. With his back to the werewolf, he gazed out the window at the moon. Remus' eyes followed the potions teacher's to the moon. "Almost full. Just about a week." He mused aloud. Severus turned his head slightly. "Yes. Remus," he began. "Do you . have a mate?" Remus' gaze whipped about to look at his fellow's face. "Well no, werewolves mate for life, like wolves, but I haven't found the right one yet." The mild guardian moved came to stand beside Severus. "Why do you ask?" "No reason. Well actually, I was curious." "About what?" Severus sat down at his desk and for many moments concerned himself with sorting his papers. "What sex you're interested in." He muttered finally. It took Remus a moment to process this. "Well." He stammered. "Really, I never thought about that. I mean all the women I have dated. just nothing was there. Perhaps men, but I don't really know." The werewolf seemed a bit nervous about what was coming next. He wondered what he would say to it. "Perhaps . we could." Snape cleared his throat stiffly. "I would be more than willing to see what it is like, Severus." Remus found himself whispering as he knelt beside the desk. He had never seen that cold face as he did now. He had never seen such a sincere smile grace it before. Severus leaned down and kissed Remus ever so gently, and all thoughts of the strange noises in the Defense against Dark Arts room were forgotten. Meanwhile, far from Hogwarts, Voldemort sat in a large, comfy chair before a large fire. A tall Deatheater stood in the doorway, hood up with long, flowing blonde hair coming from beneath the hood. "You called, milord?" Inquired the Deatheater. His voice was luting and soft, not very manly. "Yes, I did, Malfoy." "What for, my Lord Voldemort?" The Dark Lord's hand stroked the large snake that rested beside his chair. "It is so cold, so lonely in this old house." Voldemort mourned. Lucius came to stand beside his master. "How so, milord? We come and go as you please. The fire is always built up for you. How is it cold and lonely?" The red, snake-like slit eyes met Lucius' gray ones. "My dear Lucius. I have no love, no companion save my snake, no one to keep me with them during the long nights. That is how is it both cold and lonely." He turned his eyes back to the fire, as Lucius assimilated this information. "So, you have called me here to tell me this, or do something about it, milord?" "That depends entirely upon you, Lucius. On you and what you want. I know you're married, but-" Voldemort shook his head. "I leave it to you." Lucius took his lord's hand and kissed it. "You know I am dedicated to you first and foremost, Voldemort. Anything I can give you I will."