Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters. If I did I would probably be rich. I do thing Warner Brothers owns the movies, and some formerly small British company owns the copyright to the books. Also, this is slashy. No, I'm not some raving homo (Though I don't mean offense to any homosexuals). This was written for some friends…I hope they like it. I would like to say that Rowan Rosenberg is my own creation (since I forgot to put it on the last one.) Willow Rosenberg is semi-my creation. She is from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and was a great asset to their group, and she was cool so I added her to my story. She is a bit different than the Willow on screen, but well she is still owned by Mutant Enemy. Thanks and Enjoy.
Dumbledore returned before night fell that night, and Rowan was the first to go up to his office. Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine had all met in the Room of Requirement. They were speaking about the Order, and what Draco had learned from Rowan himself. Hermoine seemed to least surprised by all of this information.
Rowan entered the room looking at everyone in there, "I think it's time." He looked at Hermoine with a sad look on his face. Whatever had happened in the meeting seems to have gone somewhat badly. He looked through Hermoine's brown curls with a smile, "We can't wait any longer…"
Hermoine looked at Rowan quite unsure of herself. She took a step forward so the three other males could see her, "I have something to tell you." Hermoine's voice was soft as she looked at Harry, Ron, and finally Draco, "I've known what the Order of Isthan is for quite some time, since the first day of school."
"What?" Harry and Ron both rang out in unison. Draco merely sat and watched whatever show that was going to unfold, unfold. He wanted them to be his friends, so in regards to that he was not going to question their motives.
Hermoine went on after the two males abrupt questions, "Willow asked me to become part of the Order. I know I'm not a seer, empathy, telepath, or anything besides a normal witch, but Willow told me I had a talent that I've exercised every year. I am book smart, which is what they need in the Order."
"Didn't you say that only American's were in the Order," Draco replied while sitting on the table, "How could you get in without being…American?"
Rowan smiled lightly, "Hermoine is the one who found that information. The last 15 years has been quite in silence for the Order. We mostly have been traveling around trying to help where we are needed. Recent years have accounted for us to make advances. Hermoine here would be the first British witch to join with us, though we have many from France, Spain, and even India."
Ron didn't know how to take this. He looked at Hermoine than to Rowan. His body wanted to lurch was a laugh, but he knew it was true. He took a deep breath and released some air, trying to calm what he knew was anger, "What does she have to do?"
Hermoine looked at Ron with a deep sympathy. She didn't want to say the next words either, but they were bound to come out sometime, "Next year, I'm going with Willow and Rowan to America, and possibly other places as well. They are going to teach me about the Order, and to hopefully expand on the knowledge I already know."
"No," Harry said standing up looking at both Rowan and Hermoine, "You can't leave Hermoine! You've helped us so much when you've been here. What if something were to happen and you could have been here to stop it."
"Harry," Hermoine's voice sounded of soft innocence, "Willow talked to my parents already, and both of them think it would be a good idea. I don't want to leave, but deep down I know this can make me a better person, and a better witch."
Ron had had enough. He stood up and looked at Hermoine, "You would leave us here? You'd leave me here…" The words flowed out of his mouth before he could say anything to stop them, "You'd go off with a man you hardly know, rather than stay with me…" Ron looked at her sympathetically, but his anger was definitely there, and was making Hermoine a bit on the edge.
Hermoine looked at Ron and then at Harry. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she turned around running out the door. Rowan turned around and then as Ron prepared to run out behind her Rowan pushed his hand against Ron's chest, "Let her go…"
Ron threw away Rowan's hand, "Touch me again, and you will not stop bleeding until Merlin's next birthday," Ron pushed past him and ran out into the hall. Harry made his way to leave behind Ron, and Rowan did the same thing, "You can't leave."
"What do you mean can't leave?" Harry looked at Rowan wondering what was really going on in this youths head. His green eyes looked him over once again, "What are you trying to do here?"
"Ron was supposed to go after Hermoine, and I was supposed to stop him, or try to stop him," Rowan looked out into the hall quickly, "They will come back before our own little meeting is done. I have something else I need to tell just you two."
"What is it?" Draco asked looking at Rowan. His blue-gray eyes seemed to look into Rowan.
Rowan's smile returned after his little fiasco with Ron, "Now, I know everything about your little 'squabble' you've had over the past week or so. I need for you to get it over with and do what you are going to do. I'm not saying either one of you will like what is going on, but I need you to get over the fiasco, and go on. I need your wits about you when everything comes to pass, and the little secret that is going to come when you do decide. It needs to be out. "
Harry looked at Rowan somewhat appalled, "What do you know?"
"I know enough. I'm going to leave this room, and return when Ron and Hermoine return, there better be something worked out between the two of you by the time that happens, or else you will have hell to pay, and believe me. You haven't seen anything until you've seen my temper." Rowan took what he said to heart and gave them a stern look before exiting through the door.
Draco seemed to look at Harry for a long time. His eyes looked him over on countless occasions just in the room. He wanted to know what he was thinking, what Harry was feeling. Was he going to be the first one to speak or was Draco going to have to be the one to initiate the conversations.
Harry was indeed the first to speak, "I don't know how to start a conversation like this." Harry's words were true as he could make them. He looked at Draco, "I don't know what I feel for you. You were my enemy for five years, and have been my friend or what you can resemble as a friend for not even close to as long. I don't understand the feelings that are welling up inside me when it comes to you, nor do I. You were the second person to kiss me, and the second person whom I kissed in return."
"Harry," Draco replied almost instantly, "It's hard to really realize how I feel for you. I'm going to come right out and say it doesn't feel right. It would feel right if I was actually in love with Pansy, or if I had some type of crush on Hermoine. I hated you for so long, but then I realized I was envious of everything. I was envious of your friends of the way the teachers treated you. I was envious that they had you I never thought I would. Harry, I know it seems unorthodox, but I believe I love you."
Harry seemed to be less taken by this comment than he had before. The words coming out of Draco were what scared him. It seemed like if Draco was any female Harry would have taken these words much simpler. He looked at Draco for a moment and then nodded with a slight smile, "If you were anything but another male this would have seemed a lot easier, but my feelings wouldn't have changed. Maybe it is love I feel for you." Harry took a step closer with smile on his face.
Draco was the next to move closer to Harry. Harry opened his arms and Draco seemed to fall within them. When they finally decided to speak, their words were true to one another, and in relationships that would always matter. Draco moved his lips up to Harry's ever so slightly. The two met and an intimate passion grew from that little peck of a kiss. The two of them seemed to melt into one another's arms. The kiss was just enough to bind whatever unsaid deal they were making.
Rowan smiled outside the room. He could feel what had happened. He felt the courage build in Harry, and the passion that was now being exchanged between the two. His smile grew as he looked down the long corridor. Hermoine and Ron were standing there. Ron was holding Hermoine in his arms. Her hands were resting on his chest. Their words couldn't be heard, but the truth could be felt. It seemed like everyone had someone, except Rowan.
Hermoine smiled lightly as she looked up at Ron. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out of it. Her smile seemed to fade as she brought her lips up to Ron's again. The two restarted the kiss. It seemed to continue. As Rowan watched it he could feel their eternity, their simplistic love. He looked at it and he couldn't help but feel complete.
"Damn empathy power…" He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. He rapped lightly on the door and walked in, "I didn't want to see anything…" Rowan said smiling as he entered, "Could feel enough…"
Draco stood next to Harry, "I think we've come to a mutual agreement." Draco's voice was filled with some type of happiness. He took a deep breath before going on, "Harry and I are in love…"
"If you'd like to call it that…" Harry looked at Rowan and then back at Draco, "It stems a bit deeper than that." He didn't know how else to say it, "But only for him."
"Yes," Draco said after, "Only for him."
"I think that's enough," Rowan said his smile broadening on his face.
Hermoine and Ron came in holding one another's hands. Ron spoke quickly, "She'll be going with you Rowan, but after the beginning of next term."
Hermoine's smile had returned to her face as she looked at Rowan, "I know." Rowan replied looking at everyone, "I do believe Harry and Draco have something to say also."
Draco's eyes seemed get three times the size they usual were as they looked at him, "What?"
"We are more than friends," Harry's courage surprised everyone, but Draco took it to heart. If he was able to tell his friends about their relationship, he would be strong enough to keep with it to wherever it would go.
Draco smiled lightly, "Don't call us 'homos' or 'bisexuals!'" Draco's voice rang out, "Because we don't like males…"
"If Draco was a woman, I'd care for him just the same, and it is just for one another…" Harry said looking at Hermoine and Ron.
"Fifteen minutes together and already finished each others sentence," Rowan said rolling his eyes with a smile, "Well not everything seemed to be complete I can go on." Ron and Hermoine had questions for both Harry and Draco, but Rowan had planned on it, and would let them discuss it with them later, "Now, the Order of Isthan is mostly Seers, and those Seers are powerful. They can see the future through any substance, or by themselves in the form of visions."
"Draco," Hermoine brought in her own two cents, looking at Draco a bit differently, "I believe the visions you have had were from Rowan. You are not a Seer, and I do not believe it runs in your family. I've talked it over with Rowan and he believes he is somehow giving them to you."
Rowan nodded as he went on, "Dumbledore was in London when the attack occurred. We believe that there is a Death Eater out in the Forbidden Forest looking for where the Coven, or Order, of Isthan has been hiding as a whole. The forest holds more terrors than any of you can imagine, but this is much more than that. Dumbledore had cleaned up the mess from the incident, but the remnants are making people fear Voldermort even more. Voldermort wants to stop the Order before we can foretell anything that may lead to his demise, or his rise. He wants to eliminate all the factors and make everything exactly the way he wants them to be."
"How does he want?" Hermoine asked looking at Draco and Harry with a look that seemed to show she was unsure of the union between the two.
Rowan looked at Hermoine with a 'I think you know' eyes. He didn't say her name, but Hermoine picked up on it instantly, "oh…" Her mind saw a picture of the woman he talked about. The secret of Isthan had been revealed, now the five of them just had to stop her from being Voldermort next victim.