Title: "Mysral Order"
Line: Harry Potter
Chapter Eight: Understanding's Light
Pairing: Dragon and Fox, Draco and Arachnia, Harry and Ginny
Harry raised an eyebrow at the machinations of Ginny to hear what Malfoy was on about in the common room. 'Probably bitching to Rac about us, again.' With a sigh, he got up from the chair to haul Ginny back to her bed. Nearing the threshold, his ears chanced to pick up Rac's words.
"You are a gryphondor. It is not to House that matters, it is how you are inside that makes you who you are."
Blinking rapidly, Harry thought he hadn't heard right. 'Did she just call Malferret a gryphondor? Nah, she couldn't have. Could she?' Taking a seat beside his forbidden love, he pulled her silently into his arms in order to understand the private conversation they were eavesdropping on.
"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."
Harry looked at Gin, his eyes full of disbelief. Openning his mouth to speak, she placed a finger to his lips, in soundless order.
"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."
Both shared a fond smile over that memory until they heard 'mother' being mentioned as being safe, for a second time. This time Gin moved so she could cuddle her head into his chest, he could feel her tears, as they dampened his skin. Her arms wrapped tighter around his waist, just above his sweatpants.
"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."
Harry felt his own tears at having the joyous knowledge that his godfather was not truly gone. Feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart, he leaned down and gently kissed Gin's tears away. Sirius was alive; not everyone that Harry cared for was going to die, atleast not because of him, at least.
"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." Harry tuned in to Rac voice. His own curiosity began to gnaw at him, as well. From the way his love tensed, he could tell it was on her mind. What had gone on last year? Draco had been absent so much, Hermione had been surprised to see him in seventh year, upon our return this year.
"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."
Both searched each other's eyes, 'How?'
"Cyanide sulphuric acid. He was murdered by one of the Dark Lord's Servents."
Harry gulped, assassinated by his own Lord. All the pieces fell into their rightful places. After all these years, they were finally seeing the real Draco Malfoy...and it took an eleven-year-old girl to bring him out. Harry began to chuckle quietly, at Rac's next statement. Though heartfelt and caring, to Harry it was like a wife to a husband, which caused him to blush.
"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. Come on, Draco. Time for bed. We do have school tomorrow, bright and early."
Upon hearing their door close, Harry closed his own, careful not to make a sound. Attaining his feet, he, then, pulled Gin into his arms, Princess-style, before depositing her on the feminine bed. He would have laid down on his more masculine mattress, had it not been for her hand firmly gripping his own. Looking down, he found her awake. "Gin, Rac had a good point: We all need sleep."
"I know it's just so much has changed, and I know you need to talk about it. Don't shake your head at me, Mister Potter, I have known you for a long time, and I know from experience that this meant a lot to you. Now, come over here, and talk to me." She glared at him, and patted the space beside her at the headboard.
Sighing, in defeat, he made his way to slip into the covers beside her, leaning back against the paneling. Once he was comfortable, he drew her into the crook of his arm, and fingered her lovely golden mahogany tresses. After a few minutes of contemplative silence, he looked at her. "Yeah, you're right. This has turned my life upside down. In a good way, for sure, and I have yet to decide if Malferret as a hero is a truly good thing, or a really bad one. But that, I guess, will come in time."
"Why does finding out that Draco is a human being have to be a bad thing? I knew there had to be something to all of this, more than just petty rivalry, he was so much more mature, when away from the Slytherins. Almost like a tragic hero and I think that is what the Gryphondor females think when they date him." She was silent for a moment. "Do think it could be possible that Lavender Brown lied, when she said that Draco only wanted to have sex with her?"
"If so, then that would have started a bunch of other girls as well, Like the guys did to Blaise. I mean look at her, she is so sweet, if a little standoffish. Mostly, she screams 'Virgin.'"
Harry nodded, "And then following the line of thinking about Malfoy and his rivalry with me, when Brown started that rumor about her and I in a fifth floor broom closet..."
"They figured Draco would snap up the chance to have whatever you had, and then beat you at it! Oh, my Goddess. Harry, Brown and the rest of those lunatics, created a whole fake world, and we fell for it. It made Brown and the Patil twins the center of attention, they were so popular, last year. Oh, man. That explains why Draco, when he was at school would glare daggers at Brown, he never did anything, and she used him."
"That would make him as innocent as Blaise. Which I doubt, highly."
"Harry, he's never been seen with a girl. Other than me, and I never put out. Besides, he only took me on a picnic one day. And then asked me about you, it was really odd. It was during your fourth year, and he wanted to know how you were coming along in the trials. Then he warned me not to help you win, 'something is coming, and it's not good'." She placed her hand on the other side of his face, and speared her fingers through his messy black hair. "He was so distant. Worried, I think, at the time I blew it off, as a cruel joke, but now I am not too sure."
"Niether am I, Gin. Niether am I." Harry held her against him for a long time, until he felt her breathing even out. Then he slipped from her bed, and into his own.
A little while later, Gin awoke from a nightmare. Harry was gone. Looking around franticly, she spotted him in his own bed, asleep. Smiling at his gentlemanly attitude, "Idiot. I want you in my bed." She told his sleeping form quietly. 'Well, if you won't come to mine, I'll come to you.' With that decision made, she crept under his covers. Then positioned herself on top of his body, and fell asleep, listening to his rhythymatic heartbeat. "I love you, Harry."
As she fell into a deep sleep, she thought she heard Harry murmur, "I love you, Virge."
Line: Harry Potter
Chapter Eight: Understanding's Light
Pairing: Dragon and Fox, Draco and Arachnia, Harry and Ginny
Harry raised an eyebrow at the machinations of Ginny to hear what Malfoy was on about in the common room. 'Probably bitching to Rac about us, again.' With a sigh, he got up from the chair to haul Ginny back to her bed. Nearing the threshold, his ears chanced to pick up Rac's words.
"You are a gryphondor. It is not to House that matters, it is how you are inside that makes you who you are."
Blinking rapidly, Harry thought he hadn't heard right. 'Did she just call Malferret a gryphondor? Nah, she couldn't have. Could she?' Taking a seat beside his forbidden love, he pulled her silently into his arms in order to understand the private conversation they were eavesdropping on.
"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."
Harry looked at Gin, his eyes full of disbelief. Openning his mouth to speak, she placed a finger to his lips, in soundless order.
"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."
Both shared a fond smile over that memory until they heard 'mother' being mentioned as being safe, for a second time. This time Gin moved so she could cuddle her head into his chest, he could feel her tears, as they dampened his skin. Her arms wrapped tighter around his waist, just above his sweatpants.
"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."
Harry felt his own tears at having the joyous knowledge that his godfather was not truly gone. Feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart, he leaned down and gently kissed Gin's tears away. Sirius was alive; not everyone that Harry cared for was going to die, atleast not because of him, at least.
"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." Harry tuned in to Rac voice. His own curiosity began to gnaw at him, as well. From the way his love tensed, he could tell it was on her mind. What had gone on last year? Draco had been absent so much, Hermione had been surprised to see him in seventh year, upon our return this year.
"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."
Both searched each other's eyes, 'How?'
"Cyanide sulphuric acid. He was murdered by one of the Dark Lord's Servents."
Harry gulped, assassinated by his own Lord. All the pieces fell into their rightful places. After all these years, they were finally seeing the real Draco Malfoy...and it took an eleven-year-old girl to bring him out. Harry began to chuckle quietly, at Rac's next statement. Though heartfelt and caring, to Harry it was like a wife to a husband, which caused him to blush.
"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. Come on, Draco. Time for bed. We do have school tomorrow, bright and early."
Upon hearing their door close, Harry closed his own, careful not to make a sound. Attaining his feet, he, then, pulled Gin into his arms, Princess-style, before depositing her on the feminine bed. He would have laid down on his more masculine mattress, had it not been for her hand firmly gripping his own. Looking down, he found her awake. "Gin, Rac had a good point: We all need sleep."
"I know it's just so much has changed, and I know you need to talk about it. Don't shake your head at me, Mister Potter, I have known you for a long time, and I know from experience that this meant a lot to you. Now, come over here, and talk to me." She glared at him, and patted the space beside her at the headboard.
Sighing, in defeat, he made his way to slip into the covers beside her, leaning back against the paneling. Once he was comfortable, he drew her into the crook of his arm, and fingered her lovely golden mahogany tresses. After a few minutes of contemplative silence, he looked at her. "Yeah, you're right. This has turned my life upside down. In a good way, for sure, and I have yet to decide if Malferret as a hero is a truly good thing, or a really bad one. But that, I guess, will come in time."
"Why does finding out that Draco is a human being have to be a bad thing? I knew there had to be something to all of this, more than just petty rivalry, he was so much more mature, when away from the Slytherins. Almost like a tragic hero and I think that is what the Gryphondor females think when they date him." She was silent for a moment. "Do think it could be possible that Lavender Brown lied, when she said that Draco only wanted to have sex with her?"
"If so, then that would have started a bunch of other girls as well, Like the guys did to Blaise. I mean look at her, she is so sweet, if a little standoffish. Mostly, she screams 'Virgin.'"
Harry nodded, "And then following the line of thinking about Malfoy and his rivalry with me, when Brown started that rumor about her and I in a fifth floor broom closet..."
"They figured Draco would snap up the chance to have whatever you had, and then beat you at it! Oh, my Goddess. Harry, Brown and the rest of those lunatics, created a whole fake world, and we fell for it. It made Brown and the Patil twins the center of attention, they were so popular, last year. Oh, man. That explains why Draco, when he was at school would glare daggers at Brown, he never did anything, and she used him."
"That would make him as innocent as Blaise. Which I doubt, highly."
"Harry, he's never been seen with a girl. Other than me, and I never put out. Besides, he only took me on a picnic one day. And then asked me about you, it was really odd. It was during your fourth year, and he wanted to know how you were coming along in the trials. Then he warned me not to help you win, 'something is coming, and it's not good'." She placed her hand on the other side of his face, and speared her fingers through his messy black hair. "He was so distant. Worried, I think, at the time I blew it off, as a cruel joke, but now I am not too sure."
"Niether am I, Gin. Niether am I." Harry held her against him for a long time, until he felt her breathing even out. Then he slipped from her bed, and into his own.
A little while later, Gin awoke from a nightmare. Harry was gone. Looking around franticly, she spotted him in his own bed, asleep. Smiling at his gentlemanly attitude, "Idiot. I want you in my bed." She told his sleeping form quietly. 'Well, if you won't come to mine, I'll come to you.' With that decision made, she crept under his covers. Then positioned herself on top of his body, and fell asleep, listening to his rhythymatic heartbeat. "I love you, Harry."
As she fell into a deep sleep, she thought she heard Harry murmur, "I love you, Virge."