Title: "Mysral Order"
Chapter Seven: Desperate Times
Author: Cryla Moorin
Line: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter and Ginny, Draco and Arachnia, Fox and Dragon
Harry watched as the two Slytherins made thier way down the hall, from Trelawney's old tower. "Damn." He muttered. 'What the hell, desperate times call for desperate measures.' He watched in fascination as Draco walked past him without paying the slightest insult. 'This is new. Wonder what's on his mind?' Making up his mind, Harry walked over to his long time rival, "Malfoy, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Draco lifted his head, staring at Potter in disbelief.
Arachnia smiled slightly. "You want to know about the punishment, is that it?"
Both turned to stare at her, dumbfounded. "How did you know-"
"Save it. I know more than both of you will admit to. Relax, I mean you no harm, either of you." She added looking Draco straight in the eye. "I take it you found the secret of the gelphus? I ahve one at home, it's name is Cassanova. He loves anything Romantic or from Broadway. No worries, there since most of them like what ever thier master allows them to hear. Our Punishment is simple, I will make up a chart of Languages, that way you and Virginia will have the same advantage Draco and I have. Is that alright, with you?" She looked between the two.
"Great. Thanks, umm. What is your nickname?" Harry wondered.
"Most people call me Rac or Jules."
"Ara." Draco answered, as if coming out of a daze.
Rac frowned at Harry. "I am only called that by the man I am destined to love, no one else calls me that. I prefer it to come only from his lips. Thank you, very much."
"Ok, Rac. See you at breakfast. See you later, Malfoy." Harry hurried off to find Gin, leaving the interesting Rac and Malfoy alone.
Draco stared after his rival. "Why did you make a truce with him? He's much too-"
"You shouldn't judge what you don't really know. Its impolite. Besides, unless you weren't listening, we are going to have our partners switched in a week. It would be sensible to have a good relationship with those that I will have to work with, don't you think?" Her silver eyes beseeched him to agree, with at least the sound reasoning behind her decision.
"Yes, it does seem reasonable." Once again, he seemed lost in thought.
"I am here if you want to talk about it." Her voice was reassuring, like the hand she placed in his.
"Thanks. Here, I should show you the way to the Slytherin Common Room." Pulling her close to his right side, as though he would protect her from harm. "Wait, how are you going to function in my classes? You're a first year."
"Silly, I may be eleven, but I can wield magick at easily as you. Trust me, I'll keep us, for a month." Her smile was infectious, as it seemed to banish his worrisome thoughts, like moonlight banished the shadows of the night.
They walked in silence, for a while, before they ran into Snape. "Yes, professor?" They queried.
"Professors Dragon and Fox made it a stipulation that the orginal partners sleep in the same room, and all four couples must share a common room, for the rest of the year. Also, I am sorry Draco, but you will have to share that common room, with the know-it-all Granger and the remaining Weasley brats. Granger is to be the new Gryphondor male's partner, as her outburst after you left, got her in hot water for calling Professor Dumbledore, quote, 'OUT OF HIS BLOODY FUCKING MIND', unquote. Potter's little friend got his partnership from yelling, 'Hermione shouldn't get detention because she was being a gryphondor'. It was glorious. Without Potter, the Golden Trio isn't so golden anymore."
Arachnia was disgusted with this particular teacher and his vehement glee at three well-known savers of the wizarding world becoming more human. Openning her mouth, she felt Draco's arm around her waist tighten in warning.
"I am glad professor. Thank you for the news. Mudblood and the Weasel needed to be taken down a few notches."
Arachnia couldn't believe her ears. 'No way, this was her mate. Eww, he was a horrible person.' She sent him a blast of energy to his mind. 'Take that, sadist.'
Draco blinked at the sudden pain pulsing in his mind. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. 'What in all the hells was that?'
She took it off, since the diamond in her ring had darkened, at the same rate as his eyes, meaning the pain he felt, he was innocent and didn't deserve it. This caused her to become completely confused and guilt-stricken.
Snape left the two at a portrait of different couples, each looked like an older version of thise who would be residing behind it. "Your password is 'Hell Guardian'; good night."
Upon entrance, Draco flopped down into a chair. No one else was around. All having gone to bed, Bast with Hermione, Ron with Ry, Harry with Ginny and the Gelphus, leaving Draco free to speak his mind to Arachnia. He sat in silence and regarded his new friend for a moment, before beginning. "I never really wished any of them ill; my father, Lucius, always wanted for me to be Deatheater, and to be the best, at Quidditch, at academics, at having friends. None of that came to pass, Harry excelled at Quidditch and making friends, Hermione at academics, and Ron, who now is famous for Quidditch, was always good at making friends. As you can tell, there is animosity long standing about all that, between Slytherin and Gryphondor." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Lucius wanted to have Harry Potter as a trophy to show his Dark Lord. He's not a trophy, Harry is a human being. I new that my sire's plan had to fail, at least until the Dark Lord was out of the picture, and that it what brings us to all of this. I would have loved to be in Gryphondor, but my father told me he would kill my mother, if I took any house but Slytherin. I couldn't risk her."
"You are a gryphondor. It is not to House that matters, it is how you are inside that makes you who you are." Arachnia sat at his feet, placing her head in his lap, looking up into this soon-to-be-man's face with rapt attention and concern.
"Thank you." He fingered her tresses, finding comfort in their softness. "I know that I wasn't talking to Crabbe, nor Goyle that day in our second year. That's why I had no trouble allowing anything to slip. Do they really think I would ever tell anything to those two morons? Apparently so, but that is niether here, nor there. The point is they saved Virginia and my mother was safe until the next scheme my sire cooked up. Our third year, found me getting slapped by Granger. My that was surprising. I am actually the one who openned the shreiking shack, so Black could get in. I also gave Crookshanks to Granger, she has no memory of it. Fourth year produced Malferret. One of the devout followers of my father's Lord, had used a polyjuice potion to make himself seem like a famous Auror, and once again my mother's life was in jeopardy. I did everything I could to make Potter and his friends become more into school, so that it wasn't just Granger doing all the work. The Deatheater morphed me into 'Malfoy, the incredible bouncing albino ferret', which was shortened to 'Malferret', by a witicism of Weasel. I had no idea about the resurrection scheme, just that I couldn't do much to the three this year, or my mother would pay. Fifth year had the veil and Black's disappearence, which was devastating to Harry. Following that was my mother's 'Disappearance'. All this time, she has been nurturing him back to health, in a far off Black Estate. My mother timed the apperations perfectly, just as his foot left the ground, she apperated him and herself to the estate, where everything they would need was waiting for them. He was badly damaged though by Bellatrix Lestrange. He is still recouperating."
"There was nothing else to be done. What about last year? What did you do then? With you mother no longer being threatened by you sire, I mean." She continued to gently sweep her hand over his thigh, creating patterns designed to make him feel safe and at peace.
Sighing, he took up the telling, again. "In our sixth year, I keep a close eye on Lucius, even in Azkaban, he is a constant threat. But this year, he is no longer that threat, he was found dead yesterday morning." He watched this precious girl, raise her head slowly. He answered her unspoken question. "Cyanide sulphuric acid. He was murdered by one of the Dark Lord's Servents."
"I am glad he is gone. You're finally free. There is nothing to atone for Draco. Be happy that your life is on track, please." Noting that he didn't seem inclined to believe her, Arachnia took matters into her own hands. "Come on, Draco. Time for bed. We do have school tomorrow, bright and early." She chided him, leading him out of the common area, to the door with a dragon holding a spider-shaped jewel painted on it.
After they had gotten ready for sleep and lain in seperate beds for a while, she growled. "I swear." Jumping off hers, she walked over and yanked the covers off her companion. "You man need to sleep. I need to sleep. You think much to loudly, but you were quiet when I held you. So, following this line of thinking, me holding you again, will help you sleep, yes?" Before he could answer, she dragged him to her bed and ordered him into it.
He merely cocked an eyebrow.
"Me tired, buster. Move it."
Smiling slightly and shaking his head at her antics, he gratefully slipped under the covers, allowing her to rest her head on his broad shoulder. He was surprised, when she kissed his bare shoulder murmuring a sleepy, "Good night."
"Good night." 'Ara.' He kissed the crown of her head, before slidding into a peaceful sleep, full of dreams of his Ara.
Chapter Seven: Desperate Times
Author: Cryla Moorin
Line: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter and Ginny, Draco and Arachnia, Fox and Dragon
Harry watched as the two Slytherins made thier way down the hall, from Trelawney's old tower. "Damn." He muttered. 'What the hell, desperate times call for desperate measures.' He watched in fascination as Draco walked past him without paying the slightest insult. 'This is new. Wonder what's on his mind?' Making up his mind, Harry walked over to his long time rival, "Malfoy, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Draco lifted his head, staring at Potter in disbelief.
Arachnia smiled slightly. "You want to know about the punishment, is that it?"
Both turned to stare at her, dumbfounded. "How did you know-"
"Save it. I know more than both of you will admit to. Relax, I mean you no harm, either of you." She added looking Draco straight in the eye. "I take it you found the secret of the gelphus? I ahve one at home, it's name is Cassanova. He loves anything Romantic or from Broadway. No worries, there since most of them like what ever thier master allows them to hear. Our Punishment is simple, I will make up a chart of Languages, that way you and Virginia will have the same advantage Draco and I have. Is that alright, with you?" She looked between the two.
"Great. Thanks, umm. What is your nickname?" Harry wondered.
"Most people call me Rac or Jules."
"Ara." Draco answered, as if coming out of a daze.
Rac frowned at Harry. "I am only called that by the man I am destined to love, no one else calls me that. I prefer it to come only from his lips. Thank you, very much."
"Ok, Rac. See you at breakfast. See you later, Malfoy." Harry hurried off to find Gin, leaving the interesting Rac and Malfoy alone.
Draco stared after his rival. "Why did you make a truce with him? He's much too-"
"You shouldn't judge what you don't really know. Its impolite. Besides, unless you weren't listening, we are going to have our partners switched in a week. It would be sensible to have a good relationship with those that I will have to work with, don't you think?" Her silver eyes beseeched him to agree, with at least the sound reasoning behind her decision.
"Yes, it does seem reasonable." Once again, he seemed lost in thought.
"I am here if you want to talk about it." Her voice was reassuring, like the hand she placed in his.
"Thanks. Here, I should show you the way to the Slytherin Common Room." Pulling her close to his right side, as though he would protect her from harm. "Wait, how are you going to function in my classes? You're a first year."
"Silly, I may be eleven, but I can wield magick at easily as you. Trust me, I'll keep us, for a month." Her smile was infectious, as it seemed to banish his worrisome thoughts, like moonlight banished the shadows of the night.
They walked in silence, for a while, before they ran into Snape. "Yes, professor?" They queried.
"Professors Dragon and Fox made it a stipulation that the orginal partners sleep in the same room, and all four couples must share a common room, for the rest of the year. Also, I am sorry Draco, but you will have to share that common room, with the know-it-all Granger and the remaining Weasley brats. Granger is to be the new Gryphondor male's partner, as her outburst after you left, got her in hot water for calling Professor Dumbledore, quote, 'OUT OF HIS BLOODY FUCKING MIND', unquote. Potter's little friend got his partnership from yelling, 'Hermione shouldn't get detention because she was being a gryphondor'. It was glorious. Without Potter, the Golden Trio isn't so golden anymore."
Arachnia was disgusted with this particular teacher and his vehement glee at three well-known savers of the wizarding world becoming more human. Openning her mouth, she felt Draco's arm around her waist tighten in warning.
"I am glad professor. Thank you for the news. Mudblood and the Weasel needed to be taken down a few notches."
Arachnia couldn't believe her ears. 'No way, this was her mate. Eww, he was a horrible person.' She sent him a blast of energy to his mind. 'Take that, sadist.'
Draco blinked at the sudden pain pulsing in his mind. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. 'What in all the hells was that?'
She took it off, since the diamond in her ring had darkened, at the same rate as his eyes, meaning the pain he felt, he was innocent and didn't deserve it. This caused her to become completely confused and guilt-stricken.
Snape left the two at a portrait of different couples, each looked like an older version of thise who would be residing behind it. "Your password is 'Hell Guardian'; good night."
Upon entrance, Draco flopped down into a chair. No one else was around. All having gone to bed, Bast with Hermione, Ron with Ry, Harry with Ginny and the Gelphus, leaving Draco free to speak his mind to Arachnia. He sat in silence and regarded his new friend for a moment, before beginning. "I never really wished any of them ill; my father, Lucius, always wanted for me to be Deatheater, and to be the best, at Quidditch, at academics, at having friends. None of that came to pass, Harry excelled at Quidditch and making friends, Hermione at academics, and Ron, who now is famous for Quidditch, was always good at making friends. As you can tell, there is animosity long standing about all that, between Slytherin and Gryphondor." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Lucius wanted to have Harry Potter as a trophy to show his Dark Lord. He's not a trophy, Harry is a human being. I new that my sire's plan had to fail, at least until the Dark Lord was out of the picture, and that it what brings us to all of this. I would have loved to be in Gryphondor, but my father told me he would kill my mother, if I took any house but Slytherin. I couldn't risk her."
"You are a gryphondor. It is not to House that matters, it is how you are inside that makes you who you are." Arachnia sat at his feet, placing her head in his lap, looking up into this soon-to-be-man's face with rapt attention and concern.
"Thank you." He fingered her tresses, finding comfort in their softness. "I know that I wasn't talking to Crabbe, nor Goyle that day in our second year. That's why I had no trouble allowing anything to slip. Do they really think I would ever tell anything to those two morons? Apparently so, but that is niether here, nor there. The point is they saved Virginia and my mother was safe until the next scheme my sire cooked up. Our third year, found me getting slapped by Granger. My that was surprising. I am actually the one who openned the shreiking shack, so Black could get in. I also gave Crookshanks to Granger, she has no memory of it. Fourth year produced Malferret. One of the devout followers of my father's Lord, had used a polyjuice potion to make himself seem like a famous Auror, and once again my mother's life was in jeopardy. I did everything I could to make Potter and his friends become more into school, so that it wasn't just Granger doing all the work. The Deatheater morphed me into 'Malfoy, the incredible bouncing albino ferret', which was shortened to 'Malferret', by a witicism of Weasel. I had no idea about the resurrection scheme, just that I couldn't do much to the three this year, or my mother would pay. Fifth year had the veil and Black's disappearence, which was devastating to Harry. Following that was my mother's 'Disappearance'. All this time, she has been nurturing him back to health, in a far off Black Estate. My mother timed the apperations perfectly, just as his foot left the ground, she apperated him and herself to the estate, where everything they would need was waiting for them. He was badly damaged though by Bellatrix Lestrange. He is still recouperating."
"There was nothing else to be done. What about last year? What did you do then? With you mother no longer being threatened by you sire, I mean." She continued to gently sweep her hand over his thigh, creating patterns designed to make him feel safe and at peace.
Sighing, he took up the telling, again. "In our sixth year, I keep a close eye on Lucius, even in Azkaban, he is a constant threat. But this year, he is no longer that threat, he was found dead yesterday morning." He watched this precious girl, raise her head slowly. He answered her unspoken question. "Cyanide sulphuric acid. He was murdered by one of the Dark Lord's Servents."
"I am glad he is gone. You're finally free. There is nothing to atone for Draco. Be happy that your life is on track, please." Noting that he didn't seem inclined to believe her, Arachnia took matters into her own hands. "Come on, Draco. Time for bed. We do have school tomorrow, bright and early." She chided him, leading him out of the common area, to the door with a dragon holding a spider-shaped jewel painted on it.
After they had gotten ready for sleep and lain in seperate beds for a while, she growled. "I swear." Jumping off hers, she walked over and yanked the covers off her companion. "You man need to sleep. I need to sleep. You think much to loudly, but you were quiet when I held you. So, following this line of thinking, me holding you again, will help you sleep, yes?" Before he could answer, she dragged him to her bed and ordered him into it.
He merely cocked an eyebrow.
"Me tired, buster. Move it."
Smiling slightly and shaking his head at her antics, he gratefully slipped under the covers, allowing her to rest her head on his broad shoulder. He was surprised, when she kissed his bare shoulder murmuring a sleepy, "Good night."
"Good night." 'Ara.' He kissed the crown of her head, before slidding into a peaceful sleep, full of dreams of his Ara.