Fallen
by Yih

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Disclaimer: This is slash. If that squeaks you, avoid it and don't read it! It will contain possibly all the following pairings: HP/LV, HP/LM, HP/SS, LV/LM, LV/SS, LM/SS.

Beta'd by Blackumbrage.

Read above note... You're currently about to read Chapter 14... that's right you're missing Chapter 13.

14: Returning (May 8, 2004 to May 9, 2004)

Both Severus and Lucius had been suggesting to him that he send Harry back to Hogwarts because of the OWLs. It was true. Harry couldn't very well miss those, and even if he was prepared at Riddle Mansion--- it would be better for Harry to be prepared by Masters in their field, even though Voldemort highly doubted that some of them were as proficient as they could be. However in 4 out of the 5 core subjects at Hogwarts: Charms, Herbology, Potions, and Transfiguration, you couldn't get much better than Hogwarts. It was time to send Harry back to Hogwarts.

There was also the other manner of him lusting after Harry and Harry simply being not of age yet. While he was relatively sure that Harry reciprocated, he'd rather wait until Harry was of age and that there'd be no dispute from the Ministry of Magic when he bound Harry to him. Of course, there was going to be some uproar--- but with Harry of age and all, well what could they do about it? And this no doubt was going to piss the royal hell out of Lucius. Hmmm… too bad.

It was settled. Voldemort dropped the inked letter he had written to Severus to get Harry's supplies ready. It was going to be an abrupt surprise because he had only decided today and tomorrow was when Harry needed to be at the train station to board the Hogwarts Express. But Voldemort highly doubted that Harry would be upset with this sudden change in plans, after all hadn't Harry only the other day been begging to be allowed to go back?

Have it your way, Harry, Voldemort thought. You're going back to Hogwarts.

-

Harry stood in front of Platform 9 ¾ with one of the many house elves that tended to him at Riddle Mansion standing next to him holding his gear. Voldemort would have gone with him but he had been called away at last minute to some urgent business in Germany and thus wouldn't be able to see him off. So instead, Harry was left with a house elf by the name of Leely who was entirely too sweet and far too helpful at times. When he had been growing up Leely wouldn't let him go to the restroom by himself without accompanying him in. Rather awkward to have a house elf stare at him while he did nature's duty and then have to have Leely clean his bottom like a babe.

"Oh look, Marvolo is back," Ron remarked with a scornful voice that only a Malfoy could really pull off. "Always one for special privileges, aren't you? A personal house elf? Now that's quite a…"

"Shut your mouth, Ron Weasley," Hermione snapped, rushing up to Harry and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. "He's been sick and I'm sure the house elf is just here to help him with his things."

Ron snorted with an as if attitude but he backed down and him and the rest of his Gryffindor cronies soon boarded the train. When Ron was gone, Hermione stopped glaring at where Ron had been standing and leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his cheeks. "You look so good, Harry," she complimented. "You've gotten so tall!"

"Or you could just be short," he teased. He really didn't feel that tall, though he knew he wasn't short either. Not with the way that Nagini and Leely constantly mothered him. Hermione glared at him, and as she stepped away from him he noticed the prefect's badge on her robe. "Congratulations, Hermione. You made prefect."

"Yeah," she glanced down and then smiled, "thanks."

"Who's the other one?"

"Terry Boot," Hermione answered. "But it should have been you."

"I was gone for so long."

She bit her lip and then nodded. "You were."

He grinned at her and linked his arm around her shoulders. "Let's board, we've got a lot of catching up to do."

-

"So this is where you've been hiding yourself," Draco remarked when he finally found where Harry was. "You're with Granger again."

Harry noted that Draco hadn't called Hermione mudblood or muggleborn, instead he had called her by her surname which was a definite improvement. Harry also noticed that Draco was a Slytherin Prefect. He almost sighed when he saw it. After reading so much about Hogwarts in Hogwarts, a History, he would have liked to have been a prefect too. "Well," Harry responded, "I haven't seen Hermione in nearly a year."

"You haven't seen much of either of us," Draco retorted, situating himself on the other side of the cabin. "So tell us how you managed to convince the Dark Lord to let you come back to Hogwarts?"

"I whined?" Harry answered sheepishly. "I begged and I pleaded? I don't know if it worked or not. I know your father, Draco, made a case for me to return and so did Professor Snape. They both said it was imperative that I take my OWLs."

Hermione started nodding her head vigorously. "It is important! I hope you've been keeping up with your studies while you've been gone, Harry! It's only the second most important set of tests! You need to do well in your OWLs to get into most of your NEWT level classes. I hear that Professor Snape only accepts students that get an O in the Potions OWLs. The rest of your NEWT level classes require at least an E, and there are special exceptions for some when they accept A's. Mostly if you have a really good grasp on either practicals or theory and just somehow screw up the other section."

"Harry doesn't have a problem," Draco drawled. "I bet he could pass all of them with O's easily." His silver eyes swept up and down Harry with that patent look of Draco that Harry had uneasily grown accustomed too. "Right, Harry?"

"Maybe if I hadn't gotten sick," Harry muttered. "I haven't been able to learn anything new since 2nd year, so I bet I'm behind."

"Oh no!" Hermione exclaimed.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Relax Granger. Harry already came into Hogwarts knowing more about magic than most students that graduate here at Hogwarts know."

"That may be so," Harry murmured, "but I haven't been able to practice much, so even if my theory is strong I'm pretty sure my practical will be my downfall."

"Then we will have to work on that, won't we?" Draco replied.

"Well," Hermione amended, "we'll work on it but you won't be getting exhausted on us again, Harry Marvolo!"

Harry smiled at Hermione and rested his head on her shoulder. "I promise I'll let you know if I feel strained."

"You'd better!"

-

"Welcome back Harry," Flitwick greeted his favorite Charms student with a warm smile as Harry walked back into the Charms classroom for the first time in almost 3 years. "You've been missed."

Harry grinned at his Head of House and sat at the very front of the classroom like he typically did next to Hermione. This year he had double Charms to his great delight and it was double Charms with Hufflepuff. He liked having double classes with Hufflepuff. Despite the prejudices the other Houses had against Hufflepuff, Hufflepuffs were very kind and gentle. "I'm glad to be back, Professor Flitwick."

Flitwick nodded and stepped on the stool that gave him the height that was necessary for the entire class to see him when he was showing them how to cast a new spell. "Today," Flitwick began, "we will be learning about advanced glamour spells. Would anyone like to demonstrate if they have ever tried such spells?"

Hermione jabbed him in the side and her eyes sparkled as Harry raised his hand. Flitwick's smile only broadened as he pointed his hand at Harry, "Marvolo?"

Standing up, Harry went to the front of the class like he was used to doing and it felt like old times again to be performing the new spells that most of the class had never done before as an example. God how he had missed actually casting spells without Nagini and Voldemort hovering carefully over him. It was a bloody nuisance when he wasn't going to repeat the same mistake twice! Didn't they realize that he'd learned his sodding lesson?

Raising his wand, Harry concentrated on the image that he wanted to be transformed into before he cried out, "Glamourie!"

The surge of power was a bit more reluctant to come out than it used to be, but it was coming with far more energy than it had ever come in the last 2 years and it gave Harry a heady sensation. He almost felt like he was back to normal. Of course, he wasn't but at this moment he could pretend he was. When he felt the spell anchor itself down onto his features, he could tell by the stunned looks of his classmates and the approving spark in Flitwick's eyes that he had succeeded in making himself look like a hag.

"5 points to Ravenclaw."

-

Why was Draco asking for him to meet him at the library after dinner, Harry wondered, studying the note from the Malfoy heir with confusion. When he had asked Hermione about it, Hermione had just rolled her eyes and had told him to just go and see what Malfoy wanted. Obviously Hermione knew the reason behind the request from the way her eyes dancing around mischievously. The real question was why she wouldn't tell him! Whatever, he might as well go see what Draco wanted.

After dinner, he swiftly walked toward the library, knowing that he'd be earlier than Draco because he had seen that Draco was still eating. But he just couldn't stand all the amusement that was gleaming far too keenly out of Hermione's eyes. What the bloody hell was up with her? Girls, he wrinkled his nose, he didn't understand them, especially that Cho Chang girl that kept looking at him and fluttering her eyes at him. If Hermione hadn't told him that Cho Chang was flirting with him, he never would have gotten it.

He sighed and slumped down on one of the comfortable chairs in the library. Hermione teased that he was hopelessly oblivious. Who cared about girls? Girls meant nothing to him, and they couldn't compare to his Voldemort. Well, he thought bitterly, Voldemort wasn't his yet. Lucius was the one that was getting his ass fucked by Voldemort. Harry had no delusions. Voldemort would top and Lucius would bottom. That was the order of things.

He had done some experimentation in his bed after he'd put silencing spells up and had discovered with his fingers that he might quite like the idea of bottoming. Of course, he wouldn't really know until he tried it but it didn't hurt quite as much as the book Lucius had given him had said that it would hurt for a first time. Then again, his fingers were nothing compared to an aroused penis.

"Harry," Draco stated.

Harry's head snapped up in surprise as he had been lost in his thoughts. When he raised his head, he again saw the same expression that he was beginning to think was associated with both Malfoys. However, he did have to admit while Lucius Malfoy did look at him like that, it wasn't quite to the same degree that he looked at Voldemort and it aggravated Harry. The intensity in which Lucius gazed at Voldemort was somewhat like what Harry was seeing from Draco. Suddenly Hermione's bemused eyes made sense. Grrr… he was bloody oblivious.

The way Draco was standing didn't leave anything to the imagination, especially when he brushed aside his robes and seemed to thrust his hips out ostentatiously. The bulge in his trousers was unmistakable. Harry suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He thought that Malfoys were supposed to have more tact than this. Clearly that was not the case. Despite the fact he didn't find Draco Malfoy on the top of his must-shag list, he let his eyes roam over the tempting image that Draco made.

Draco was certainly a looker. There was no doubt about that. However, first off--- Draco was blond. Harry realized early on because of his admiration and his love for Voldemort, he preferred dark-headed men--- and only men. If he had felt anything at all for the female sex, Hermione would have done that for him… especially when he had seen her again. She had blossomed into a beauty. Amazing what puberty did to the frizzle mess of her hair and the geeky girl that he used to know.

She wasn't only turning his head, Harry mused. She had caught a few admirers even outside of Ravenclaw, despite how intimidating he knew that her brain could be. It was a good thing that he had come back to Hogwarts so he could be the typical 'brother figure.' He was sure that it'd annoy her a bit, but she was no worse with all her mothering of him. She was acting far worse than a sibling figure.

"Harry," Draco murmured again, his eyes flickering up and down slowly over Harry's form in such a blatant manner that Harry felt distressingly naked. "You do know what my father is to the Dark Lord, do you not?"

Harry gulped and had to take a step back as Draco began to approach him. He wanted to nod, but he felt frozen stiff by some emotion that he couldn't put his finger on. It could be fear or it could be nerves. It was probably a mixture of the two. Bloody hell, he did know one thing though! Draco was making him very uncomfortable.

"If you don't know," Draco whispered, "I'll be more than happy to show you."

Oh, Harry knew all right what Lucius was to Voldemort. And as tempting of an image as Draco might make, he definitely didn't want to shag someone his age. He actually couldn't imagine shagging Draco. Draco was like… a friend… or something and definitely not a shag buddy. Harry actually didn't want to shag anyone but Voldemort, not if he could help it. However, he doubted someone of Voldemort's age would like an inexperienced and naïve boy--- he needed to learn the stuff that he read about… but not with Draco!

"I know," Harry snapped, speaking in a harsher tone than he'd intended as he brushed by Draco. "I know what your father is to Voldemort." Draco winced as he said Voldemort's name. Harry didn't care because he didn't like the reminder that Draco had given to him that Voldemort was fucking someone that wasn't him! "And as tempting as your offer may seem, I am not interested."

Draco moved to block him and narrowed his silver eyes into venomous slits. Harry could feel the waves of tension pouring off of him at being rejected. He knew that Malfoys didn't take rejections well at all. It wasn't something Nagini had to tell, though she had. He just had the feeling that Draco--- it was just the way that he was. Harry wasn't about to let Draco intimidate him. If he didn't let Voldemort make him back down, there was no way that Draco was! Besides, he found Hermione's smothering a whole lot more terrifying than Draco's patent glare.

"Move aside," Harry said softly but with force.

"No."

"Move aside, Draco."

Draco shook his head and when Harry tried to move past him again, Draco used his taller and more sizable body to trap Harry against the wall. "I'm not moving," Draco declared as he dipped his head down and kissed Harry's closed lips. "I know you want me, even if you are unwilling to admit it." He kept kissing Harry, trying to slip his tongue between Harry's soft lips even though Harry was struggling impressively against him.

It wasn't like he wasn't trying to get Draco off of him. But Draco was taller and stronger than him, and he simply couldn't make Draco move unless Draco wanted to be moved. As it was, Harry noticed as he continued to struggle the bulge in Draco's trousers was rubbing against his crotch with even harder movements. Oh god, he knew what was happening. Draco was getting excited, more excited than he had been. Fuck.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry sighed when he heard the familiar voice of Severus Snape, "I would have never thought a Malfoy would ever have to use force to get a snog. Don't you Malfoys pride yourself in your abilities to seduce?"

Draco had broken his mouth away from Harry and glared at his Head of House for the interruption. Whatever he had been about to say was cut off as Severus didn't give Draco the chance to speak, "Go back to the dorms. 25 points will be taken for trying to coerce another student into a sexual situation that he did not ask for. You will also see me for detention every day for the next week, do you understand me… Draco?"

"Yes, sir," Draco spat out spitefully, and with one last lingering look departed for the Slytherin dorms.

Harry sagged with relief against the wall. "Thanks, Severus."

"Come with me," Severus stated, gesturing for Harry to follow him. "Did you not get my note?"

"No."

"You were suppose to report to the dungeons after dinner to get some new potions I've been making that will help energize you that don't work as potently as Pepper Up, but are far less addictive," Severus remarked. "When you didn't come down, I presumed the stupid house elf I had given the note to had managed to screw things up. I kindly asked your friend Granger where you might be and she had told me that you'd be in the Library. What was going on with Draco? He was forcing you, was he not?"

Harry noticed Severus's voice got tighter the more he spoke, and Harry knew that Draco wasn't going to be having a pleasant time in detention at all. "He took a rejection badly."

"He propositioned you to join him in his bed, did he not?"

Harry nodded.

Severus snorted. "Draco's a Slytherin slut."

"He's been a good friend, and I suppose I led him on by coming to meet him. I just didn't think…" Harry trailed off. "That he was interested in me like that. I can be too oblivious."

Severus smirked. "I will have a talk with him. That was rather unlike him to force anyone. Malfoys take a good deal of pride in the ability to drive anyone to lust with just a look. If he bothers you again, let me know."

"I will."

"You'd better."

Author's Note: Thanks for all your support over the past several months while I've been updating sporadically (or in some cases… not at all). I will be updating this every Friday like before unless something unfortunate happens to me. The next chapter's already written so expect that next Friday. Reviews are nice food for tired worn out me. (God I forgot how much I hate working fulltime then I come home and think I ought to write b/c I have no homework instead of just browsing and doing nothing and so this is what you get, hopefully you like it?!).

Fallen is scheduled to be 20 chapters long, so I should be done by the end of June.