Draco Malfoy was striding toward them.
Only he didn't wear the usual smug, superior smirk. No, he looked panicked. Even his slick blonde hair was disheveled. Harry and Blaise shared a quick look.
"Er, what is it?" Blaise asked semi-politely. Malfoy shot her a surprised look.
"Zabini, my father just suddenly appeared in the Slytherin common rooms and told me to find you. And ask you who you're bonded to."
Blaise turned white. She looked at Harry, panic written clearly on her face. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco.
"And why would he want to know that?"
Malfoy looked at him as though he were the stupidest person in the world.
"How the hell did you get into Slytherin, Potter? My father is the head of the Death Eaters."
Harry's mouth opened a little bit in surprise. Of course, his brain spat at him. Blaise must have been branded at a Death Eater meeting. The man calling names must've been Malfoy's dad.
"Who is it Zabini?" Malfoy turned back to Blaise. Blaise paled further, mouthing wordlessly and looking at Harry. It dawned on Malfoy. "Potter? You're bonded to /Potter/?"
Harry nodded, lowering his eyes.
"And here I thought you had better taste than that, Zabini. Oh well, according to my father you're to come too, Potter."
"Why?" Blaise's question was spoken softly. Malfoy turned and gave her a hard look.
"I think you know."
Blaise swallowed.
Malfoy turned and walked back out of the hospital wing. Blaise rose wordlessly and followed him. Harry, feeling quite bewildered, jumped up and followed her.
They strode through the corridors without meeting a soul. Then again, it was nearing midnight.
Once at the portrait, Draco mumbled the password. The door opened and he stepped in, face automatically turning toward the right. Harry suspected that this was where Draco's father was. Blaise stepped in and looked that way as well, but Harry noticed her pale significantly. He hurried in after Blaise and shut the door after him. When he looked back to Blaise, he saw something that scared him very much.
Standing in the middle of the room was Draco Malfoy's father.
He was tall, and fairly scrawny, dressed in plain black robes. His white- blonde hair was long and silky, touching probably his shoulder blades. He was leaning slightly on a thin black cane with a handle of a carved snake. His face was pale and pointed, like an older version of Draco. His eyes were cold, steel gray.
But that wasn't what frightened Harry.
It was the fact that he had one hand around Blaise's throat, holding her to him, and the other hand's long fingers were caressing her cheek.
With a snarl of animalistic rage, Harry rose into the air, feet dangling several feet from the floor. The lamps that lit the common room shattered and fell to the ground and a wave of icy cold darkness swept over the four occupants of the room.
Draco's father looked up immediately and was met with the sight of a furious Harry Potter, hovering in the air so high that he had to look up to see the boy's face. His long black hair whirled around his face in the cutting wind that tore through the common room, whipping across the boy's suddenly black eyes and sharp, angry face. Harry's arms were at his sides, fists clenched, and his robes blew around him, twisting and turning. Draco's father squinted slightly at the boy. Little blood red flames licked around Harry's frame, never catching fire to him.
"PUT HER DOWN!" Harry bellowed, and an echo of a lion's roar seemed to follow his loud words. "NOW!"
Draco's father, very much intimidated, dropped the girl.
Immediately the wind ceased, the fire disappeared, and Harry dropped to the ground. He had crossed the room in what seemed like one step and had grabbed Blaise in his arms. With a cat's agility he darted to the opposite corner of the room, setting Blaise on a chair by the long-dead fire. Her dark eyes were wide, watching him with astonishment.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked softly, and Blaise could have sworn he was nearly hissing like a snake would.
"Y-yes." She stuttered. Harry's eyes, still black, grew hard and he turned back to Draco's father.
"If you ever touch her again you will not live to regret it." He whispered threateningly. A small wind cut through the room, and this time a definite snake's hiss lingered at his words.
However, Draco's father had regained some semblance of his self- composure and straightened up, smiling smugly.
"Will I? Going to kill me with your bare hands?" the man shook his head. "No, I think I'll be able to touch that girl again very soon."
Harry seethed. He clenched his fists and the whole room seemed to push inward (1). He gritted his teeth.
"IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN, YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO REGRET IT!" Harry bellowed. The roar followed him.
Sleepy Slytherins had begun poking their heads around the stairs leading to the dormitories when Harry had first yelled, and now their number grew rapidly. Draco's father glanced around at them
"Go back to your dormitories." He said shortly. The Slytherins who recognized Lucius Malfoy nodded, rather grudgingly, and pulled those who didn't with them back up the stairs. Once all the Slytherins had cleared off, Malfoy's father pointed his cane at the stairways and muttered silencing and impenetrable charms.
Harry's eyes returned to green as he wondered at what Malfoy Senior was doing. His curiosity overwhelmed his anger and he glanced around the common room. Blaise was laying on the chair, exactly as he'd put her down, watching him with wide eyes. Harry turned to look for Draco and found him standing in a corner, watching him intently.
"What?" Harry snapped. Draco looked behind Harry. Harry turned around.
"I assume this is who you have bonded with, Zabini?" Malfoy Senior had started walking toward Blaise.
"Don't take another step." Harry said softly. Malfoy Senior turned to him angrily.
"And what gives you the right to command me? Who in the world do you think you are?"
Harry grinned, rather suddenly, and put Malfoy Senior off-guard. "I'm Harry Potter. And who might you be?"
"L-Lucius Malfoy." Said the man, startled by Harry's grin.
Harry's eyes darkened suddenly, and his grin faded. "I swear on my dead mother's grave that if you take one more step near to Blaise, I will kill you. 'With my bare hands.' " He said, mocking Malfoy. Lucius smiled coldly and took a step forward.
Harry snarled. His hand shot up, pointing at Lucius Malfoy, and an arrow of white-hot flame raced at the man. Lucius flinched, stumbling backward, and the arrow of flame barely missed his head. Lucius straightened up, looking at Harry with a quite terrified expression.
"If you know what's best for yourself," Harry began softly, "you'll leave now."
Lucius Malfoy tried his best to walk confidently and purposefully to the common room door, but his cane was shaking.
"Whoa, Potter." Draco said as soon as Lucius was out of the common room. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Learn what?" Harry said absently, at Blaise's side and examining the red marks on her neck.
"That self-levitation and the fiery stuff!" Draco exclaimed. Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Blaise's neck. She flinched. Harry looked up at her face quickly.
"I'm not going to hurt you Blaise." He whispered. She stared at him with wide eyes.
"But what about all that stuff you did?" she whispered back. Draco, feeling ignored, crossing his arms and tapped his foot.
"I have no idea where I learned that," Harry answered, directing his answer partly to Draco and partly to Blaise.
"It was pretty bloody cool." Draco muttered, looking at the floor.
"Thanks, Draco." Harry replied, then muttered the bruise-healing charm. The long red marks faded back to Blaise's natural paleness.
Draco Malfoy, for once not having a good comeback, fell silent.
A/N: For the (1), I meant it in a sort of Matrix way, when Neo flexes his arms and the walls push in, then out. Yeah.
ATTENTION! There's two ways I can go with this. In the morning Draco can pretend that he never acted even the least bit nice to Harry or Blaise and go back to hating them, or they can be friends. I was leaning toward them being friends, but I think you guys should pick, since you have to put up with my bad decisions all the time. Review and tell me what you think!
Reviews:
Cat: Sure. Thanks for reviewing.
Carey Miles: Yes, it's evil. Pat on the back. Very sad. Sad, sad, sad. Yup. Yeah, lots of unfinished stories. Blech. And ::blushes:: I'm not really that good. I suck compared to people like Barb. Nee. Not sure about your sanity . . . and for Snape's Daughter, it'll be updated whenever I get the chapters out. Nah hah!
Star Mage: Thanks.
Them Girl: Thank you. I wasn't sure if Blaise seemed quite real, but you've reassured me!
Ian: Erm . . . it's okay . . . here's a tissue . . . Okay. Harry may be a spy, depends. Heh, heh, okay . . . apparently you like your dog . . .
Litine: Thank you.
Rachel: HI RIYE! Pyro says hi! Hehe, Falcon, that was a good one. Saverne: If you take a frown and turn it upside down, the person you are holding by the ankles will soon pass out. Dagger: That's lovely, Savvy. Saverne: DON'T CALL ME THAT HIDEOUS NAME! Pyro: Alright, break it up, break it up.
Kat-tak: Glad you like it.
SEP: That's okay. I was mad because people are very inconsiderate of others' time.
Erin: DO I MIND?! ARE YOU NUTS? Of course I don't mind, silly! And yes, I wanted to give Blaise some fame . . .
Desert Fox: Well, see, Harry usually wakes her up, or then again, that's what's implied. You know. Hah hah, you're a riot. Hee hee . . . you never know with people like our dearest Voldie . . . He might be a girl in disguise. Yes, feel the sharp sting of my biting wit! Up your kilt! Wait a minute . . . what jealously? What d'you mean? Melissa? Mandy? Huh? But yeah, I agree. Yeah, you're right, but hey! Oh well! Um, let's see. Lily and Sev where really good friends, and, erm, something happened, you know . . . and she got pregnant. I dunno what was going on with her and James then, but they must've gotten married soon after and then Harry came along. Sev had black hair, so did James, so they figured he just got the texture (how slickish it was) from Lily, like he got his eyes and skin. He had baby fat on his face so that covered up the angles of his face. Basically, he just looked like he took after his mother a lot. Anything else unclear? Feel free to ask.
Prongs: Oh, thank you. I'm glad it's a compliment!
Frustrated: I'm sorry, you incomprehensive idiot. I think of Blaise as a female, and that's how she is in my story. If I thought of Draco as a female, Draco would be a female in my story. There's nothing you can do to change that, so how about you run along and bother someone else.
Ryra: Kay, Ryra.
Only he didn't wear the usual smug, superior smirk. No, he looked panicked. Even his slick blonde hair was disheveled. Harry and Blaise shared a quick look.
"Er, what is it?" Blaise asked semi-politely. Malfoy shot her a surprised look.
"Zabini, my father just suddenly appeared in the Slytherin common rooms and told me to find you. And ask you who you're bonded to."
Blaise turned white. She looked at Harry, panic written clearly on her face. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco.
"And why would he want to know that?"
Malfoy looked at him as though he were the stupidest person in the world.
"How the hell did you get into Slytherin, Potter? My father is the head of the Death Eaters."
Harry's mouth opened a little bit in surprise. Of course, his brain spat at him. Blaise must have been branded at a Death Eater meeting. The man calling names must've been Malfoy's dad.
"Who is it Zabini?" Malfoy turned back to Blaise. Blaise paled further, mouthing wordlessly and looking at Harry. It dawned on Malfoy. "Potter? You're bonded to /Potter/?"
Harry nodded, lowering his eyes.
"And here I thought you had better taste than that, Zabini. Oh well, according to my father you're to come too, Potter."
"Why?" Blaise's question was spoken softly. Malfoy turned and gave her a hard look.
"I think you know."
Blaise swallowed.
Malfoy turned and walked back out of the hospital wing. Blaise rose wordlessly and followed him. Harry, feeling quite bewildered, jumped up and followed her.
They strode through the corridors without meeting a soul. Then again, it was nearing midnight.
Once at the portrait, Draco mumbled the password. The door opened and he stepped in, face automatically turning toward the right. Harry suspected that this was where Draco's father was. Blaise stepped in and looked that way as well, but Harry noticed her pale significantly. He hurried in after Blaise and shut the door after him. When he looked back to Blaise, he saw something that scared him very much.
Standing in the middle of the room was Draco Malfoy's father.
He was tall, and fairly scrawny, dressed in plain black robes. His white- blonde hair was long and silky, touching probably his shoulder blades. He was leaning slightly on a thin black cane with a handle of a carved snake. His face was pale and pointed, like an older version of Draco. His eyes were cold, steel gray.
But that wasn't what frightened Harry.
It was the fact that he had one hand around Blaise's throat, holding her to him, and the other hand's long fingers were caressing her cheek.
With a snarl of animalistic rage, Harry rose into the air, feet dangling several feet from the floor. The lamps that lit the common room shattered and fell to the ground and a wave of icy cold darkness swept over the four occupants of the room.
Draco's father looked up immediately and was met with the sight of a furious Harry Potter, hovering in the air so high that he had to look up to see the boy's face. His long black hair whirled around his face in the cutting wind that tore through the common room, whipping across the boy's suddenly black eyes and sharp, angry face. Harry's arms were at his sides, fists clenched, and his robes blew around him, twisting and turning. Draco's father squinted slightly at the boy. Little blood red flames licked around Harry's frame, never catching fire to him.
"PUT HER DOWN!" Harry bellowed, and an echo of a lion's roar seemed to follow his loud words. "NOW!"
Draco's father, very much intimidated, dropped the girl.
Immediately the wind ceased, the fire disappeared, and Harry dropped to the ground. He had crossed the room in what seemed like one step and had grabbed Blaise in his arms. With a cat's agility he darted to the opposite corner of the room, setting Blaise on a chair by the long-dead fire. Her dark eyes were wide, watching him with astonishment.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked softly, and Blaise could have sworn he was nearly hissing like a snake would.
"Y-yes." She stuttered. Harry's eyes, still black, grew hard and he turned back to Draco's father.
"If you ever touch her again you will not live to regret it." He whispered threateningly. A small wind cut through the room, and this time a definite snake's hiss lingered at his words.
However, Draco's father had regained some semblance of his self- composure and straightened up, smiling smugly.
"Will I? Going to kill me with your bare hands?" the man shook his head. "No, I think I'll be able to touch that girl again very soon."
Harry seethed. He clenched his fists and the whole room seemed to push inward (1). He gritted his teeth.
"IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN, YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO REGRET IT!" Harry bellowed. The roar followed him.
Sleepy Slytherins had begun poking their heads around the stairs leading to the dormitories when Harry had first yelled, and now their number grew rapidly. Draco's father glanced around at them
"Go back to your dormitories." He said shortly. The Slytherins who recognized Lucius Malfoy nodded, rather grudgingly, and pulled those who didn't with them back up the stairs. Once all the Slytherins had cleared off, Malfoy's father pointed his cane at the stairways and muttered silencing and impenetrable charms.
Harry's eyes returned to green as he wondered at what Malfoy Senior was doing. His curiosity overwhelmed his anger and he glanced around the common room. Blaise was laying on the chair, exactly as he'd put her down, watching him with wide eyes. Harry turned to look for Draco and found him standing in a corner, watching him intently.
"What?" Harry snapped. Draco looked behind Harry. Harry turned around.
"I assume this is who you have bonded with, Zabini?" Malfoy Senior had started walking toward Blaise.
"Don't take another step." Harry said softly. Malfoy Senior turned to him angrily.
"And what gives you the right to command me? Who in the world do you think you are?"
Harry grinned, rather suddenly, and put Malfoy Senior off-guard. "I'm Harry Potter. And who might you be?"
"L-Lucius Malfoy." Said the man, startled by Harry's grin.
Harry's eyes darkened suddenly, and his grin faded. "I swear on my dead mother's grave that if you take one more step near to Blaise, I will kill you. 'With my bare hands.' " He said, mocking Malfoy. Lucius smiled coldly and took a step forward.
Harry snarled. His hand shot up, pointing at Lucius Malfoy, and an arrow of white-hot flame raced at the man. Lucius flinched, stumbling backward, and the arrow of flame barely missed his head. Lucius straightened up, looking at Harry with a quite terrified expression.
"If you know what's best for yourself," Harry began softly, "you'll leave now."
Lucius Malfoy tried his best to walk confidently and purposefully to the common room door, but his cane was shaking.
"Whoa, Potter." Draco said as soon as Lucius was out of the common room. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Learn what?" Harry said absently, at Blaise's side and examining the red marks on her neck.
"That self-levitation and the fiery stuff!" Draco exclaimed. Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Blaise's neck. She flinched. Harry looked up at her face quickly.
"I'm not going to hurt you Blaise." He whispered. She stared at him with wide eyes.
"But what about all that stuff you did?" she whispered back. Draco, feeling ignored, crossing his arms and tapped his foot.
"I have no idea where I learned that," Harry answered, directing his answer partly to Draco and partly to Blaise.
"It was pretty bloody cool." Draco muttered, looking at the floor.
"Thanks, Draco." Harry replied, then muttered the bruise-healing charm. The long red marks faded back to Blaise's natural paleness.
Draco Malfoy, for once not having a good comeback, fell silent.
A/N: For the (1), I meant it in a sort of Matrix way, when Neo flexes his arms and the walls push in, then out. Yeah.
ATTENTION! There's two ways I can go with this. In the morning Draco can pretend that he never acted even the least bit nice to Harry or Blaise and go back to hating them, or they can be friends. I was leaning toward them being friends, but I think you guys should pick, since you have to put up with my bad decisions all the time. Review and tell me what you think!
Reviews:
Cat: Sure. Thanks for reviewing.
Carey Miles: Yes, it's evil. Pat on the back. Very sad. Sad, sad, sad. Yup. Yeah, lots of unfinished stories. Blech. And ::blushes:: I'm not really that good. I suck compared to people like Barb. Nee. Not sure about your sanity . . . and for Snape's Daughter, it'll be updated whenever I get the chapters out. Nah hah!
Star Mage: Thanks.
Them Girl: Thank you. I wasn't sure if Blaise seemed quite real, but you've reassured me!
Ian: Erm . . . it's okay . . . here's a tissue . . . Okay. Harry may be a spy, depends. Heh, heh, okay . . . apparently you like your dog . . .
Litine: Thank you.
Rachel: HI RIYE! Pyro says hi! Hehe, Falcon, that was a good one. Saverne: If you take a frown and turn it upside down, the person you are holding by the ankles will soon pass out. Dagger: That's lovely, Savvy. Saverne: DON'T CALL ME THAT HIDEOUS NAME! Pyro: Alright, break it up, break it up.
Kat-tak: Glad you like it.
SEP: That's okay. I was mad because people are very inconsiderate of others' time.
Erin: DO I MIND?! ARE YOU NUTS? Of course I don't mind, silly! And yes, I wanted to give Blaise some fame . . .
Desert Fox: Well, see, Harry usually wakes her up, or then again, that's what's implied. You know. Hah hah, you're a riot. Hee hee . . . you never know with people like our dearest Voldie . . . He might be a girl in disguise. Yes, feel the sharp sting of my biting wit! Up your kilt! Wait a minute . . . what jealously? What d'you mean? Melissa? Mandy? Huh? But yeah, I agree. Yeah, you're right, but hey! Oh well! Um, let's see. Lily and Sev where really good friends, and, erm, something happened, you know . . . and she got pregnant. I dunno what was going on with her and James then, but they must've gotten married soon after and then Harry came along. Sev had black hair, so did James, so they figured he just got the texture (how slickish it was) from Lily, like he got his eyes and skin. He had baby fat on his face so that covered up the angles of his face. Basically, he just looked like he took after his mother a lot. Anything else unclear? Feel free to ask.
Prongs: Oh, thank you. I'm glad it's a compliment!
Frustrated: I'm sorry, you incomprehensive idiot. I think of Blaise as a female, and that's how she is in my story. If I thought of Draco as a female, Draco would be a female in my story. There's nothing you can do to change that, so how about you run along and bother someone else.
Ryra: Kay, Ryra.