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bloodbunny: next heat COMING UP (hint hint) lol

(anonymous dude with cute smiley face): lol, nope, I haven't gotten up to me finals yet and I'm too freakin' nervous about it (cries) anyway, yeah, this chap will have some NC - 17 stuff, but that'll come somewhere in the ending...........me thinks......

DracoMine: lol, here's the new chappy with the heat again lol

nestea2525: a work of genius? wow, (blushes in embarrassment) either that or I must be a genius by accident lol

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Beloved: I'm glad you like Hermione and Narcissa (smiles and jumps around like a weirdo, giggling lol)

Warning: uh yeah.............here's where Draco/Harry get a bit uh.......intiment (fudge i spelled that wrong! lol) anyway, that means they're having sex and yeah.........YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: I tried my best on the thing......(sighs then pouts) I dunno, didn't sound like the best, anyway, ONTO CHAPITOR FIFTEEN!

Chapter Fifteen ((gasp) this far already?): Time is Close

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As days passed by everyone found out about Narcissa's temporary stay at Hogwarts but didn't know why except the staff and a few certain students.

It was getting closer to the end of the year and there still wasn't a suspicious sign about Voldemort or his death eaters. This only made Harry more nervous.

"Relax mate, no news is good news, as they say," said Ron at breakfast on the first of May.

"But how long will it stay silent?" he frowned and stared at his untouched oatmeal. "If Mrs-er-Ms. Black said it would happen soon, then why hasn't anything happened yet?"

"Do you actually expect V-Voldemort-Ron quit the twitching-to come booming in at this moment?" Hermione asked, looking up from her Arithmancy essay.

"It could happen," the raven haired boy muttered, "besides, what if he's send one of his death eaters here to turn an object into a portkey like last time?"

"Who here would do that?"

"Nersanda maybe?"

"Oh get real."

"He has a point 'Mione," Ron looked at the staff table towards the defense against the dark arts teacher, "I mean, she's always quiet and secretive."

"So? Snape hates Harry but he saved him in first year."

"He's different; the git had a connection to his parents."

"She doesn't seem the type," the bushy haired girl glanced at the DADA teacher before returning to her essay, "at least she's not that suspicious."

"She could be quieter than Barty Crouch Jr."

"So you're saying she's using a polyjuice potion? I haven't seen her drink any homemade drinks."

Harry sighed and looked away from his bickering friends to the Slytherin table where Draco was with his own friends who seemed to be bickering as well, he wasn't eating either.

The Gryffindors' heart began to ache at the thought of Draco getting killed by Voldemort.

They caught eye contact, the blond looked at him worriedly when he saw the sad eyes but Harry shook his head, smiled and turned back to his friends who were now nearly shouting at each other.

"Grab a partner to practice the Magnarous spell," said professor Nersanda quietly yet loudly.

"Deeeaath eater," Ron muttered to Hermione who glared at him.

"Harry, can you be my partner?" she said, keeping her glare on Ron.

"Sure, whatever," he hadn't been paying much attention to anything.

"Fine then, oy! Fletchley!" the red head turned away and walked to the surprised Hufflepuff.

"You know if you two love each other deeply then why don't you just say so?" Harry said as he took out his wand.

"I don't like him like that!" she looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"Right," he muttered sarcastically.

"No really," she laughed a little, "I'm just pissed at him because of breakfast."

"Did I miss something?" he looked at his friend suspiciously.

"Apparently," she laughed lightly and took out her wand, "besides, I'm with Ginny."

".....................WHAT!?!?!?"

"Magnarous!"

A black spark shot out of her wand and hit Harry causing him to become shaky and fall.

"Ow," he rubbed his head which had hit a chair, "since when!?"

"A few days ago."

"How?" he stood up and dusted himself.

"You're as bad as Pansy."

"Sorry but still, how?"

"We simply realized we liked each other."

"Ok.........why didn't you say anything?"

His friend shrugged, "Dunno, it was just kept quiet."

"But now?"

"It slipped out."

"Right."

"Quit the sarcasm."

'Too sleepy,' was all Draco could think of as his eyes started to droop under the droning voice of professor Binns.

The blond rested his head over his desk, sleep blanketing over him.

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The silent sky hovered over the morbid looking graveyard. There were hooded people standing in a circle, a few trembling slightly.

There were other creatures there, tall raspy breathing dementors, a few impatient giants, and a few other foul looking creatures that were hidden in the shadows.

There was a man in the middle of the circle, his red eyes in slits, his nose the shape of a snake, and his hissing voice escaping an ugly lipless mouth.

There was a large snake on the mans' shoulders, tongue slithering out at occasional times.

"The time is almost here!" hissed the man, "the prophecy will soon be completed and only one of us will come out alive. When that time comes and I come out victorious a new order is to come!"

Everyone shouted together, raising their fists in the air.

"I WILL come out victorious! Now that I have the weapon! HARRY POTTER MUST FALL!"

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Draco let out an odd shriek; everyone jumped out of their slumber and looked at him in surprise.

"What was that for? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" whispered Blaise, his hand over his heart.

"He has it!" panted the blond.

"Who does?" Pansy looked at her friend worriedly.

"He has the weapon."

"Of course he does."

"No! Voldemort has the weapon!"

There was a fearful silence, Binn's voice echoing through it as though he hadn't notice anything at all.

Harry let out a scream as his hand instantly went to his scar. It was searing in pain.

"Harry?" his two friends rushed over to him when he fell to the floor, dizzy with pain.

Professor Nersanda rushed over, her wand out. Ron jumped in surprise when she appeared behind him.

"Shurdefair," she muttered, a small blue light hit Harrys' forehead and the boy sighed when the pain was ebbed away.

"Death eater?" Hermione said, grinning slightly at Ron who looked at her a bit angrily.

"Class is over," Nersanda pocketed her wand and lifted Harry up in a standing position, "you alright?" he nodded slightly, still a little dizzy, "well, go on then."

The Gryffindor left with his two friends side by side, half helping him walk.

They were about to go off to Gryffindor tower when they bumped into Draco who was panting slightly from running.

"Voldemort has the weapon," he was still panting.

"Neville!?" Ron looked at him disbelievingly, "how?"

"I'm not sure because I just saw him pass by when I was looking for you."

"Maybe it was a nightmare, you WERE sleeping weren't you?" Hermione looked more alert than before.

"Yes, but it seemed too real than anything other nightmare."

"It's true," Harry said, a little weakly, "he has some sort of weapon, but not the one in Neville."

"How do you-"

"We're CONNECTED, remember 'Mione? I had a bit of a vision as well."

"Shit, shit, shit," muttered Ron.

"What type of weapon?" Hermione paled.

"I don't know."

"Should we tell your mum?" Ron turned to Draco who shrugged.

"Fine."

They turned and walked quickly in an uneasy silence to the south part of the castle where there were a few guest rooms.

Once they reached the room the door had already opened. Narcissa nearly slammed into them.

"Oh, good afternoon, or bad afternoon?" she looked at Harry uncertainly.

"Voldemort has a weapon," Draco said like he had before.

"But Neville-"

"Not THAT weapon, a different one."

"Oh shit," she muttered, "Wait, how did you find out?"

"I had it through a nightmare and Harry got it through a vision."

"Actually, partially, it was also because my scar hurt."

"What? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"Then the day will come soon," Narcissa said gravely.

"How soon?" Ron paled a little.

"Sometime this month, maybe even this week."

They all paled in horror and fright. "N-now what?" Hermione asked nervously.

"I don't know," she looked stressed; "you can maybe start training yourselves, including Neville."

"What if You-Know-Who's weapon is stronger?" Ron nearly murmured.

"I'll go speak with Dumbledore now."

"We'll go with you."

The headmaster's frown deepened at the sudden news. "A weapon?"

"Yes, we're not sure what kind of weapon," Narcissa sighed, still looking stressed, Draco looked at his mother worriedly. He realized that ever since he had come to terms with his feelings for Harry, it seemed easier to show his emotions.

"What do we do, sir?" Ron asked quietly.

"I believe the time really is coming closer," he frowned, "there's nothing else left but to prepare ourselves for the worst."

There was an uneasy silence. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly.

"Great," muttered the red head, sitting flat on one of the unoccupied chairs.

"What I can also suggest is that you can all do something special, until that time comes."

"Like what?" Hermione eyed the old man.

"Do whatever you wish," he shrugged. This somehow didn't make Harry feel any better. It sounded as if they were all going to die. He looked at everyone else; they seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"When?" Ron suddenly asked.

"Whenever," he shrugged again then stood up, "if you'll excuse me, I need to call a meeting with the order, Narcissa, if you're not too tired........."

Everyone looked at Narcissa, it was true that she was very tired but she shook her head. "I'll go."

Although it wasn't said, it was obvious the meeting was over so they all left the office, feeling depressed and worried for each other.

"Someone needs to tell Neville," Hermione muttered, no one else spoke. "Fine I'll do it."

"I'll go with you," Ron half muttered, following the brunette.

Harry and Draco were left together; they didn't go on to their next class, why would they even go to classes if they might die the next day?

Instead they walked outside to the lake, sitting under the beech tree.

For a while they didn't speak, just held hands and stared sadly at the lake, the sun was getting closer to setting but it was still a bright day.

"What do we do when we actually have to face him?" Draco asked quietly, getting their fingers entangled.

"I don't know," the former cutter looked down at their hands and smiled slightly, "but if we die together, then we'd better not be separated in the after world."

Draco laughed slightly and lay his head on the other boys shoulder. There was silence again.

The sun started to set, taking its colors with it from the sky; it was the moons turn to glow on the earth.

Harry suddenly gasped a bit slowly.

"What is it?" the Slytherin looked up at him worriedly.

"I-I don't know," he frowned slightly, "it was kind of like a heat but-"

Draco gasped himself as he felt a light heat ghost in him. It wasn't as strong as the last time he had experienced it. He blushed lightly.

The blond stared at the Gryffindor, he was blushing as well. "Come on," he said standing up, still blushing, "we'd better go inside."

The wanting studdenly became to strong. Like before, Draco pulled him into a kiss, but it was more innocent than before, more gentle. Harry kissed him back, running his hand a bit gingerly through the other boys' hair, feeling the soft locks brush past his fingers.

They broke apart for air but Draco went on to land light kisses on Harrys' neck. "Not here," the raven head managed to say, breathing a bit faster from another innocent heat. "I know a place."

"Hm?"

"It's called the Room of Requirement."

"Where are we going?" Draco looked down the hall where it ended with a window. He tried to ignore another passing heat.

"If our time is now, then I guess it's time, and Dumbledore did say that we could do something special."

"You said Room of Requirement, where's the room?"

"You'll see."

"Great he's got a weapon of his own," muttered Neville when Hermione and Ron had told them the news. "This sucks ass!"

"Dumbledore said we can do whatever we wish until that time comes," the brunette buried her face with her hands as she leaned over on her chair, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Hey guys," Ginny walked over to them and noticed their depressed faces, "...............what's wrong?"

Ron looked over to Hermione who nearly shot up on her voice.

"Guys?"

"There's something we need to tell you," the bushy haired girl said slowly.

"What is it?"

Harry opened the door and looked in the room, blushing a little, Draco looked inside as well and gave a slight smile.

"Wow," he said stepping inside. Harry stepped in too and closed the door, still looking around and feeling another heat splash over him.

There was a fire lit on the fire place sending warmth throughout the room along with a welcoming glow.

A few lit candles were floating near the ceiling in a kind of circle. There was a large bed close by the fire place; the head of the bed was against the wall giving it a sort of ninety degree angle vision of the fire place.

The bed itself seemed to have everything in black and red silk. The pillows and sheets were black with red at the ends; all in all the bed looked comfortable.

Draco held Harrys' hand. "So we're ready?" he didn't really know why he even asked the question.

"I'll only be when you are," he smiled softly as he felt the other boy squeeze his hand gently.

"Then I guess we're ready," he took the other boys' glasses off, a heat running through him again as he stared at the exposed emerald green eyes, shining against the dancing firelight.

He kissed him gently at first, steering him slowly towards the bed as their kiss started to deepen. The heat between them growing stronger making them start to sweat as their need for air grew. They broke the kiss, panting for air before returning to their kiss.

The Slytherin gently lay the Gryffindor on the bed, never breaking the kiss.

Harry ran a hand under Draco's shirt, feeling the sweaty smooth skin, trailing his fingers against the back making the other boy groan lightly. Just that small groan made him feel aroused.

The blond broke the kiss, not because he needed air, but because he wanted to suck and kiss the other boys' neck.

His eyes fluttered closed in the sensation of the new heat running through him, he was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with his veelan or vamperic side.

He got another hand under Dracos' shirt, almost pulling it off as he ran his hands up and down the other teens back, massaging it and getting another groan from him.

The half veela started unbuttoning Harrys' shirt as his kisses started to go southwards. He half noticed the other boy unbuttoning his as well, only because the massage he was giving him had stopped, disappointing him slightly.

Their shirts were pulled off and thrown away, landing softly on the floor.

Their tongues were dancing together again as they returned to kissing. Draco rubbed his erection against the other boys', both groaning loudly as a heat of ecstasy filled them, nearly blinding them of any sane thought.

Harry kissed Draco harder and more passionately, sending waves of heat through the blond, he rubbed their erections again, harder and they groaned louder, all thoughts of sanity erased.

The Slytherin broke the kiss, both panted for air. The blond licked and sucked the other boys' neck again; the raven head craned his neck up letting Draco get better access.

The blond trailed his tongue down to Harrys' hard nipples, sucking on one hard making the other boy arch his back a little and moan; his breathing coming more in pants. When he was satisfied he started to suck on the other nipple, sending the same sensation into Harry.

The raven head ran his fingers through the blonds' hair, never tired of the soft locks brushing past his fingers. He felt the other boy still going southwards, he groaned again when a tongue played with his bellybutton before returning to the owners' mouth.

Their erections were throbbing by now, making the room in their trousers painfully uncomfortable.

Draco unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled off Harrys' pants, discarding them on the floor where it joined their shirts, they were quickly joined by the blonds own pants, and then both of their boxers.

The freedom away from their clothes was an immense relief to their still throbbing erections. They stared at each other in their naked glory, seeing how the other really looked without the disguise of their clothes, both bodies in fit shape from all the Quidditch practices.

Draco rubbed his erection against Harrys' again, both groaning and panting at the rush of sanity blinding pleasure.

Rubbing wasn't enough, the blond wanted to be inside the other boy, feel him from the inside. He looked at the raven head and saw the same desire in his emerald eyes.

The Slytherin sucked lightly on the other boys addicting neck, his hands trailing up Harrys' inner thighs, spreading them as he groaned again from the back massage that the golden boy was giving him again.

The Gryffindor gasped, fluttering his eyes close as a finger entered him, a few seconds later followed by another, making him gasp again as they stretched him.

Draco ran a tongue against one of Harrys' nipples before taking out his finger and positioning himself on the bed. He looked at the raven head who nodded slightly, his green eyes reflecting the want that they both desired.

He cried out in pleasure and pain as the other boy entered him, eyes closed again as his grip on the blonds' shoulders tightened.

The Slytherin got out of him then back in, slowly going deeper, both sweating more, filling the room with quick breathing, moaning and groaning as their beat became faster and harder.

At one point Draco hit a soft spot making Harry moan loudly, arching his back. He kept hitting that spot until they finally came and the room was now only filled with deep breathing.

Draco got out of Harry gave him a half sloppy kiss before collapsing next to him, both of their chests heaving.

If they could speak at the moment, they would have said 'I love you.'
And there you have it! The fifteenth chapter and the smutness some of you people wanted, hope you liked it, it was kinda hard for me to do (blushes).

By the way, I'm working on two other fics with the same pairing! Yay! But I'll put them up when I'm finished with this one. One thing is that, one is wacky beyond words and the other's my feeble attempt at comedy (sighs) oh well

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