Title: Of Flesh and Blood
Author: Patris Vox and Nicole7137
Rating: PG 13 (for obvious reasons…*ahem*)
Pairings: Draco/Harry (later on I swear it!)
Disclaimer: We are not JK Rowling, therefore, we do not own any of the characters…Though we wouldn't mind owning Draco ;D
Warning: Harry is stupid…Draco is haat…therefore! This is a Draco/Harry slash! If you don't like the idea of two guys going at each other, then why the hell did you click on this story anyway?
Thanks: I didn't bother with this the first chapter, because frankly, FFN was pissing me off too much, and I realized I had forgotten it too late. Soooo sorry to the betas.
Ashe – You have only returned chapter one to us =( To put it bluntly, I thought you were the biggest bitch whenever you had something to say in your editing. But, you had some good points most of the time, and you helped us a lot with how to word things. So…thanks I guess ^-^
Betty – I love your comments, they help out a bunch, and you return your betaed copy fairly quick. Thank you much indeed.
Kate – Haha you're fun to talk to, you're like our fangirl that keeps up our spirits on OFAB ^-^ You get back the quickest of all. Thanks so much for being there and listening to all my stupid questions, hey I need to ask them to someone right?
Katie – You only returned chapter one to us…*grumble grumble grumble* I don't know what happened to you…You just like disappeared off the face of the earth, but you seemed to like what you had read of OFAB, so I guess I'll let you off the hook this time…
Chapter 2: Dueling
I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always and still
Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy
How crazy I am
Fiona Apple
"Fast As You Can"A low, soft moan escaped the girl as she backed into a stonewall. The darkened room shrouded their cravings; only the moon's light infiltrated across the tower, illuminating the pale boy. His face drawn heavy with want, as his hands roamed along the dark beauty standing before him, trailing up to her neck. Cupping her face, the blond took his time, savoring the imminent victory as he captured her lips in a sweet, tantalizing kiss that left the girl begging for more.
She's mine…He took her bottom lip, sucking on it, eliciting another moan from her body, lust coursing through her veins. Their eyes dilated steadily in unison with the boy's fondling, taking, devouring of the girl's life force. A mere ghost of herself now, she grabbed his waist, wanting more friction, more contact. Dropping his hands, briefly skimming over her breasts, the blond freed himself. His eyes flickered with distaste, but he still pursued, venturing over the soft, feminine skin. Rubbing her stomach in circular movements, he coasted his fingertips upward, further probing under her clothes with incredible ease. His teeth showed only briefly as her body shook wanting, needing more. His responsive hand ran across the lace under her skirt, now screaming to be violated and torn off. Higher up, slender fingers grazed the back of her neck, fingering a sleek strand of her dark hair. Clearly lost in a moment of pure ecstasy, she shut her eyes, losing all of herself that remained. Wanting to keep her in this euphoric state of moaning helplessness, he leaned in further, grabbing her ear lobe in between his teeth, nibbling fervently. Instinctively, her hand slipped between their aching, burning bodies, and stroked his inner thigh. Pausing once again, anger emanated from his silver eyes as he grasped her frail wrists forcefully. He turned to look into her brown eyes, expressing malevolence, and pinned her limbs up against the wall.
"Don't touch," the husky voice exhaled onto her hot skin, scorching it.
She nodded her head, accepting his demand, somewhat out of fear. The boy's expression contorted, the passion darkened. He kissed her powerfully, forcing his tongue into her mouth, invading her. He ran his tongue along hers, inviting her once more to join the moment. She submitted, allowing him to capture all of her. He gripped locks of her hair, pulling at them; she blinked away the pain. He brushed away the hair covering her neck to expose the flesh. Arousal once more flickered in his eyes to her relief, as he rubbed his fingers over the skin, before sucking on the sweetness. He trailed kisses over every inch of her neck, making her whimper in submission. His teeth sank slightly into her skin with a new passion. He felt her pulse quickening, taunting him. Deciding to mark her body as his own, he sucked harder, smashing her body into his. Between her erratic breathing and cries of pleasure, she faintly let out, "Draco". In one swift movement, he pushed her away, disgust written across his face. Referring to him as Draco gave more meaning to this endeavor than he wanted. Calling him by his first name was, to him, a way of taking control. Draco was not one to be stripped of power. He shirked from her tainted touch. Her hand reached out to him, as a questioning look graced her face.
"You're just a toy, Patil," Draco sneered, forcing her name out. Wiping his mouth, he cast one last look at her.
Padma stood there in disbelief as Draco gathered up his cloak and exited silently from the room, neither having their desire fulfilled. The room now felt empty and cold as she realized, that for the first time, her beauty was refused. Padma clutched her neck where she felt the last traces of Draco and the new mark blossoming on her collar. Turning from a hot red to a dark purple, it lay dead on her skin.
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Double Potions had become an event. Scuffles broke out more and more between the houses since sixth year began. Over the past year, the divide between Gryffindor and Slytherin had widened to an undeniable length, each person wanting to prove where their loyalties stood. Families split apart, choosing one side from the other. Everyone knew He was building his strength and His followers, but no one knew when it would begin; even Draco had been left in the dark. He may have been learning the Dark Arts since the moment he was able to walk, but he had not yet risen through the ranks to be branded as one of his minions. He had always been comforted knowing that the future was planned for him, but now as the days grew shorter, uncertainty and fear began to reside in him.
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Draco unpacked his quill and parchment silently, while everyone else in the room conversed with one another as the absence of the Potions professor became apparent. Crabbe and Goyle stole the unoccupied seats that flanked Draco's own. He overheard the two talking about how ravenous they were, and shook his head faintly, knowing they returned from lunch only moments before. Happening to glance across the room to the Gryffindor section, he spotted three empty seats. Draco rolled his eyes. Snape finally swept into the room, unpredictably late. He spoke hurriedly, trying to make up for lost time. Words tumbled out of his mouth like a waterfall, telling the class what they needed for their next potion. Draco could not help but smirk as the class dove frantically into their bags, unprepared. As the professor continued his rant, the door flew open, interrupting him mid-sentence. Three figures emerged from the hallway, one of them unquestionably in the lead. Draco studied the three that had entered so late, and waited for the harsh words to erupt from Snape.
At once he barked out, "What sad excuse do you have for joining my class today, late I might add."
The three spoke out all at once, their words jumbling together. The leader of the group raised his hand to silence the others, and looked up towards the teacher with indignation dripping from his eyes.
"Sorry Professor, it's all my fault. We got caught up in…"
"I have no doubt it was, Mister Potter. However, I don't need to hear another lame excuse for your tardiness. I'm sure you were on some new adventure that involves breaking several school rules, which you seem to think you're above. Ten points from Gryffindor, each."
"I'll make sure that we don't disrupt your class anymore with our presence," Harry voiced sternly.
"No, I'm sure it would be too much for you and your friends to be bound to such a high expectation. The famous Harry Potter, to be treated like just another person, wouldn't that be unheard of? Everyone overlooks your mishaps and luck. Luck was with you when your parents perished, just chance that you came out of the Chamber of Secrets alive, and that you let poor Cedric Diggory die."
The class remained stationary throughout Snape's outburst, only glancing at Harry to see his reaction to the harsh words. With each passing remark, Harry shook more and more. At the end of the eruption, every single student had their mouths open, unable to believe Snape dared speak about 'The Incident', as it was dubbed. Even Draco could not fathom why their delayed entrance enraged the Potions teacher to that level. Harry clenched his hands as if preparing to strike the professor. Instead, he decided to verbalize his defense, but someone spoke before him.
"Its not Potter's fault Professor…" Draco had no chance to keep his mouth from slipping open and words emitting from it unconsciously.
He paused and found everyone's eyes fixed on him. He berated himself for getting carried away in the moment. How could he have been so easily manipulated by emotions?
Damnit Draco, keep your mouth shut. Why do you care what Snape does to him? You know he could care less about you. Now how do you expect to slip out of this one?
The blond's head snapped to attention with a hasty recovery, "…not his fault for being too caught up in his fame to notice that he's just like the rest of us…well, some of us anyway. Of course, what else could you expect from an orphan boy thrusted into a constant spotlight and showered with undeserved praise?" The words seeped through Draco's self-patented smirk that coolly hung on his lips, reserved only to taunt Potter.
Harry stormed over to Draco's seat, with an expression that voiced his uncontrollable rage. The Slytherin acknowledged the threat; he slipped his slender fingers into his robes, grabbed his wand and revealed it. Crabbe and Goyle pulled themselves out of their seats and lumbered over to Pansy and Millicent's table. Neither Harry nor Draco bothered to notice. The classroom, the other students, the noises, even Snape shattered away from them; leaving only each other. It was all that mattered at the moment. Draco directed his wand at Potter, awaiting any remark the boy had to offer.
"Say it again Malfoy. Tell me what you think of me," Harry fumed with anger.
"You're just an orphan boy who will take pity from anyone he can find." Draco mocked, tilting back in his chair.
A second passed and now Harry had his wand raised towards the other boy; Draco stood up smoothly, pushing the chair out of his way. He spoke and at the same time, Draco realized what he was planning on doing and began his own spell.
"Furnunculus!"
"Engorgio!"
The spells sped forward to their targets, but instead, collided and propelled through the air at a blinding speed, towards the entrance of the classroom. Snape followed the path of the spells, hoping they would hit one of the students. Instead, the spell hit the worst possible person: Snape himself. He grew disproportionately, his arms twice the size of his legs and boils erupted on every piece of his skin.
At first, he bellowed in pain, but he soon regained control and roared, "Finite incantatem!"
The class sat in utter shock once again. Not only had Harry and Draco engaged in a duel, but they also hit the one person in the class that under no means should be messed with.
The world around them returned once more, all the gasps from the other students and Snape's lingering yelps of agony floating throughout the room rang in their ears. Both boys stared at each other and then at Snape, almost in disbelief at what just transpired. Each lowered their wand, taking a step back. Harry did not dare look in Draco's direction, ashamed of letting his anger overtake him. Draco leaned slightly onto his left leg, knowing he would not be punished harshly –if at all– for his actions. Snape walked swiftly over to the two boys. His face coloured with a deep red, and even his eyes seemed to have obtained the fury that blazed throughout him. Not one word came from his mouth, as he grabbed the boys by their robes and pulled them out of the classroom, completely forgetting his lesson.
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Snape dragged the students down a few hallways before realizing he just left his classroom full of teenagers to romp about and destroy his ingredients. He paused scouring the hall for a place to stash the two until he could reach Dumbledore. He opened one of the doors and shoved the two troublemakers in the room.
Gritting his teeth, the professor said austerely, "Stay. Here."
The oily-haired figure slammed the door shut, muttering a locking spell and trudged off to salvage whatever remained of his classroom.
Draco stood in the dark room; baffled that Snape would even consider getting him in trouble.
Ok, so maybe he's slightly irritated that our charms hit him, but that gives him NO right to jeopardize a Malfoy this way!
Draco noticed that Harry had edged away from him, more into the shadows of the dank, musty room. Draco sidled up to the door. He did not bother to try and open it, figuring Snape locked it. The Slytherin stood a bit rigid before casually relaxing against the door and looking across the desolate room, keeping Harry's figure in the corner of his eye. Dust had accumulated on the floor of the unused room over the years. Nothing really occupied the room save for their two bodies and a chest of relatively good size. Deciding they would be there for some time, Draco sauntered over to the chest and took a seat. Harry now stood straight across from him. He observed Harry leaning against the wall. Even though shadows engulfed the room, Draco unmistakably perceived the other boy's hand rise up and slide across his damp cheek.
What an idiot. I barely even said anything to him.
Still, he softened. He had never lived without parents, if you could even call Lucius and Narcissa parents. Lucius held only one purpose for Draco, to carry on the Malfoy name and legacy. His mother, Narcissa, was only another frozen body inside his clandestine world. Only there to keep up the appearance of a tight-knit family while others were in view. Yet, they were still his blood relations. They had been there every step Draco had taken from a boy, to preparing for the Dark Arts, but Potter never had the chance to grow up with a real family.
"Look Potter…" Draco began, attempting to end the silence.
"Don't," Harry uttered coldly.
Having been shot down once again by Harry, Draco shifted uncomfortably on the chest, wondering how long he would be trapped in the room. The blond leaned back to rest against the wall and dropped his hands on his lap. He closed his eyes, waiting for Snape or Dumbledore or anyone to break the silence, lecturing them on what their thoughtless decisions had invoked. Draco breathed heavily, and heard a thud from Potter's direction. He wrinkled his nose as the dust that lay on the ground rose towards him. Opening one of his pale eyes, he found Harry slumped down on the floor, with his head resting on his bent legs.
One…two…three…four
Draco ticked off the seconds that lurched by in silence. He tapped a tune instinctively with his fingers on his thigh to make the time seem almost sufferable.
This is no way to treat a Malfoy. Honestly, leaving me in some dirty, forgotten room for hours with Potter, of all people. Bloody Potter, too proud to have a decent conversation with me. I can't stand this! This is all his fault anyways!
"If you weren't late, none of this would have happened," the words echoed across the room, forsaking the calm.
Harry looked over towards Draco; the Slytherin still had his eyes closed.
"No, if you had kept your mouth shut for once, we'd still be in class."
"I just said what everyone one else is afraid to," Draco spat out, lifting his head.
"Why would anyone be afraid?"
"Look at you, Potter. Everyone knows you're on the verge of losing it. You have been for a while. And I'm not going to tiptoe around you and all your issues. You didn't save Diggory, which wasn't much of a loss anyways, and you didn't stop Voldemort. And now everyone feels so sorry for you. Get over yourself, Potter!"
"You'd better stop there, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle aren't here to back you up, and no one else is here to stop me from kicking your arse."
Draco returned the fierce stare that Potter bestowed upon him. Once again, the two boys fell silent. Draco delved deep into his thoughts; Harry's last remark lingered in his mind.
How dare he think I can't defend myself! Who does he think he is? I could totally kick his arse! That would be the day…
Draco stared at Harry, assessing the boy's appearance.
Harry fucking Potter with his round, idiotic glasses. How can he stand wearing those disgusting things? Could use any number of spells to fix his eyesight, but no, he doesn't. God-awful git. No taste whatsoever. And what the hell is he wearing?! An oversized plaid shirt and filthy jeans? Who dresses him? Although, it does match his hair. Appalling, to say the least. Does he not care what others think of him? And has he EVER heard of a comb and gel? Obviously…
"Why?" Harry's sudden questioning interrupted Draco's evaluation of his less than stunning features.
"Why what?" His voice saturated with annoyance
"Why are you still like this to me?"
He felt it was time for a smirk, "Because that's just how it is. I hate you. You hate me. It's been like this for years."
"Don't you ever get tired of it?" Harry penetrated more.
"No, not really. It keeps me going, makes me work harder. To be better than you, and besides, I have a reputation to uphold. And let's not forget that you're the one that chose this," the words may have been harsh, but there was no venom in Draco's voice.
"I never chose this!"
The pale boy pushed himself off the chest, "Yes, I clearly remember trying to be your friend and you refused me. Embarrassed me. Like I wasn't good enough for you and your friendship."
"You insulted Ron in the process! I didn't want to be friends with someone who would do that." The boy's face contorted into antipathy.
"I didn't want to be friends with the Weasel, I wanted to be friends with you." Draco's voice now singed with hotness.
Harry squirmed around on the floor, unsure of what to say. Draco ran his hand through his hair, frustrated that Harry held so much power over his emotions, and turned his head away. He did not want his temper to take over again. Malfoys were all about control. He heard the other boy stand up and brush himself off.
Harry took a few cautious steps towards him, forcing Draco to look over, "If you could see past money and blood, Malfoy, maybe we could have been friends."
"And if you weren't so perfect and noble, maybe I'd still want to be your friend! You think you're not the only one who feels…"
The door creaked open. A tall figure stepped in.
The man spoke, "Gentlemen…"
Immediately, Draco knew who it was and slumped down onto the chest, expressing his dislike. Dumbledore eyed the two boys, the twinkle extinguished from them. The Slytherin turned to Harry, who had become fascinated with the floor, and darted his glare back towards the headmaster.
"You know why you're in here, right?"
Both nodded their head and replied, "Yes" in unison.
"These fights cannot keep disrupting classes. I thought both of you matured over last summer, but apparently not."
The two boys gave each other menacing looks.
"Now since you two cannot work out this disagreement on your own, Professor Snape and I have devised a plan to help you settle the dispute once and for all. Rest assured, you will not have detention for your actions, and all you will have to do is simply drink a potion concocted by Professor Snape. The effects will be somewhat unnerving at first, but after awhile, you will grow accustomed to them."
Draco's eyes glazed over with apprehension.
The old coot will go as far as that to maintain order? Father will never permit this.
He took a fleeting glance over towards Harry and saw a blank expression settling on the boy's face.
"Sir…exactly what kind of potion are we going to take?" Potter questioned anxiously.
Draco eyed Dumbledore expectantly, but only a slight smile graced the old man's lips. The twinkle returned.
Author's Note: Hehe, maybe it's me but I found this chapter to be boring as well. Or it could just be that I've read through it so many times. Who knows, but I must say, my favorite sentence is: Snape dragged the students down a few hallways before realizing he just left his classroom full of teenagers to romp about and destroy his ingredients. I think it's because of the word 'romp' cracks me up every time.
Hmmm…What's to come. Well, chapter three has been sent off to the betas for some days now, don't have a clue when I'll get that back. It is by far longer than chapter one and two put together, around 7,000-7,500. Expect from chapter three on to be huge ass chapters. I'm currently working on chapter four, some of it is written out, some of it is in outline form and all that put together is over 5,000 words. I'm betting that it's going to be around 10,000 or so.
Highlights of chapter three: some Herbology scene, hahaha that cracks me up as well ^-^ Draco and Harry go and take the potion. My writing runs far far away in description because of this, it should all be very interesting.
Anyway, go and review and make Nicole and me (Sara) happy!