A/N: Hey, everyone. Well, don't celebrate yet. They are in no means together... ooh, you people are going to hate me insert evil laugh.
Chapter 19
A steady, growing heat, two bodies twined together, writhing in ecstasy and pain, comfort and the unknown. Harsh gasps permeated the air as they waged a battle for dominance, neither giving an inch. Mouths opened in silent screams of pleasure at each touch, caress, breath, kiss, lick, nip, suck, the list goes on and on. They don't care; they are past all point of caring. All they want is more, more, MORE. More touching, more kissing; their tongues are as caught up in the clash of wills as the rest of them. Hands grasp satin sheets, twining fingers in the cool, smooth contrast to the inferno that is inside. Fingers thread through silky hair, grasping, pulling; trying to gain some measure of control. It feels so good; this much pleasure should be outlawed. On and on they battle, caught up in the pleasure and the pain and the heat and the feeling of being alive.
Hours, minutes, an eternity, a lifetime, a second later, time has no meaning, none at all, it all comes together in an explosion of love and passion and everything that makes humanity worthwhile. Silver eyes meet Emerald, the single, unspoken feeling of unconditional love shared in that intense, smoldering gaze. You are mine and I am yours for all eternity. Nothing can change that, nothing can come between us. You are mine and I am yours.
"HYYURRRRK!!!"
Draco shot out of bed, eyes wide open. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" he screamed, still half in his dream. He stared at the sogginess in his lap in growing horror. "Oh noooo..." he moaned and angrily waved his hand. "Much better," he said grimly, crawling out of bed. Eric's bed was already empty, the sheets pristinely folded. Uncle Sev's already up. I wonder what time it is?
"Oh hell... not again, HYYYUUURRRRKKKK!" Draco's head whipped around to the source of the nauseating sounds. He rushed into the bathroom and skidded to a halt.
Harry, still in his long hair, wings and just a pair of boxers, was crouched over the toilet, throwing his guts up. "Ohhhh..." he moaned, holding his aching head.
Draco snickered, shaking his head. Harry whipped around, clutching the porcelain basin for support. "You bastard," moaned Harry, squinting his eyes against the light. His face turned an alarming shade of green and he turned back to the toilet. "HYYYUURK!"
Draco grimaced and walked over to Harry. "Now what have we learned from this experience?" he asked conversationally.
Harry glared and him and flipped him the bird, once again leaning over the toilet. "I've learned- HYUURK- that you are a complete- HYUURK- bastard and should be shot." Harry wiped his hand over his mouth, grimacing.
"Well I guess I won't take away your hangover, then. See ya." Draco turned and started to walk out of the bathroom. Harry shot his hand out and grabbed his ankle.
"Oh NO you don't. Fix me NOW!!!" Harry demanded weakly, still dry heaving.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine." Pale blue encompassed the hung over Gryffindor. Harry's nausea disappeared and his headache eased.
Blinking, Harry stood up. "Thanks, Draco," he said weakly. He tottered back to bed, sliding under the covers.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked curiously. "Aren't you coming to breakfast?"
"I had nightmares all night. I'm going back to sleep." Harry turned over before Draco could see the hurt in his eyes. And you didn't help me out of them once, Harry thought despondently, closing his eyes and willing himself back to sleep.
Draco dressed quickly and rushed out of the Slytherin Dorms, all but running into the Great Hall. What the HELL happened to bring on that DREAM??? He skidded into a seat at the Slytherin Tables next to Blaise, Seamus and Ginny and across from Emily, Neville, Luna and Eric. "Good morning."
Blaise and Ginny grinned at Draco devilishly. "And what did YOU do last night that caused you to leave the party hours before us?" Ginny asked, smirking.
Draco paled. "Nothing," he stated coolly, wracking his brain. "What happened last night?" he asked casually.
Blaise stared at him in shock. "You mean you don't remember?" he asked, shocked.
"Not really, why?" Draco prayed that he hadn't made a fool of himself.
No such luck. Blaise leaned over and whispered exactly what he had done to Harry the night before. "You mean I-" Blaise grabbed Draco by the hair, shutting him up. Blaise continued to whisper in his ear; Draco's face steadily growing paler by the second. Bits and flashes of memories threaded their way through Draco's mind. The Jell-o Shot wasn't just a dream then, he thought numbly. Harry's gonna KILL me!
Draco sat very still, his face the color of cottage cheese. Ginny stared at him with concern, her worry for his mentally well being apparent. Oh no oh no oh no oh no was the only thing running through the distraught Slytherin's mind. Maybe if I pretend it never happened... OH GOD! I KNEW what happened to him. I KNEW!!! I still treated him like that. I NEVER should have touched him. I KNEW that he freaks out when he's touched because of his uncle! I wouldn't be surprised if he NEVER forgives me! I am SO screwed!!!!
Miserably, Draco dropped his head to the table with a loud BANG. At that moment, Severus walked through the door, an evil smirk on his face. "Someone forgot to put silencing charms on his bed last night," he stated with manic glee. Draco's face turned an alarming shade of green and he sprinted from the Hall, about to throw up.
Severus stared after him, grinning. The entire Hall was silent, wondering what in the world could have happened to make the Slytherin Sex God toss his cookies. Excited whispers broke out, speculating wildly about the possibilities.
Severus stared, concerned, before rushing after his Godson. Really, he had only been teasing. He hadn't heard ANYTHING, which made him wonder.... "Draco?" he called anxiously, searching for his elusive Godson. After ten nerve wracking minutes, he found Draco on the second floor in the Prefects bathroom, alternating between throwing up and sobbing.
"Go- away- please," Draco gasped out when he saw Severus in the doorway.
Severus cocked an eyebrow. "And why would I do that? The pictures of this moment alone would secure my financial income for the rest of my life!" he teased, hoping to get a rise out of Draco.
Draco just sighed. "Whatever." He turned back to the toilet, dry heaving.
"Didn't you take the hangover and sobriety potion?" Severus asked, kneeling besides him.
"Yes, and this has nothing to do with that and everything to do with something that's none of your business so go away!" Draco snapped, tears streaking down his face.
Severus scowled. "Don't you DARE take that tone with me, young man. Now what in HELL is the matter with you?"
"I screwed up and now I'm paying for it. Happy?" Draco angrily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grimacing at the horrible aftertaste. He weakly stood, swaying and walked carefully over to the sink, rinsing his mouth.
Severus stared at Draco in astonishment. "What did you do this time?"
"I took advantage of someone and now that person hates me. Now I want to wallow in self pity for a while, so if you'll excuse me," Draco said despondently, hanging his head. He wiped a tear from his face and fled the bathroom, Apparating in midstep.
Severus raised both eyebrows. "And Minerva wonders why I never procreated. See exhibit A." He shook his head and walked back into the Great Hall.
Harry rolled over as soon as Draco left. "I'm never going to get back to sleep. Besides, I don't really want to. I have no wish to have any more nightmares." He sighed and stood up, walking to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, seeing his pale skin and mussed hair. "I wonder why Draco didn't remove the wings before he went to sleep. Oh well." He quickly removed his wings and shoulder blade length hair, wishing he could keep the wings for a while longer. He stood under the shower for almost an hour, letting the water wash the tension from him.
Drying himself off, he quickly pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck. He sat back down on his bed, his mind flying in a million directions at once. "What to do? I know what happened last night, now what to do about it?" Harry wondered aloud, sitting cross-legged. Angrily he stood up. "I can't think!" He Apparated, landing in the center of the Quidditch Pitch. He floated there for about two minutes, when he spotted the Shrieking Shack in the distance. Already, he could hear students walking down to the Pitch for practice. "Man, and I wanted to be left alone!"
Making up his mind, he Apparated to the room he remembered from third year inside the Shack. He landed on the dusty floor, kicking up clouds of grey dust everywhere. Coughing slightly, Harry quickly muttered "Scourgify", instantly cleaning the room. He conjured a beanbag chair and sprawled across it, immediately lost in thought.
All right, fact one. I am Draco's soul mate, which means we are meant for each other. Fact two, I trust him. Fact three, I do care about him. Fact four, he understands me better than anyone I know. Fact five, some really weird shit happened last night, involving Jell-O shots and singing. Fact six, I am not freaking out, strangely enough. Fact seven, I do think he is attractive. Harry sat there for hours, not noticing how late it was or that he had missed all three meals. He was only aware of his train of thought and the formulating conclusion.
Draco sat in the Astronomy Tower, lost in thought. Harry is going to hate me. Wait a minute, how do I even know whether he remembers or not? Draco sat there on the window sill, lost in thoughts of his own. I could pretend nothing happened, but if he remembers then he'll still hate me. I have to somehow convince him that I'm not going to do that again, my own feelings be damned. It really sucks, though. I do like him and find him extremely attractive. An image of Harry last night, groaning as Draco licked the Jell-O off his chest, rose unbidden to Draco's mind.
STOP!!! This is why you need shields! he told himself sternly. Harry would FREAK if he knew you were thinking of him like this! OK, plan for now. I have to convince Harry that I'm not going to do that again. Now, think. How to convince him?
His stomach rumbled, and, sighing, he walked down the stairs to the Great Hall for dinner. Again, he sat at the Slytherin Table, this time by himself at the other end of the table. Ginny stared at him, concerned, but restrained Blaise and Emily from rushing over. "I think he needs some time alone, guys," she whispered.
Draco remained oblivious, glumly stirring Broccoli Cheddar soup. He absently crumpled a cracker into the bowl and took a cautious sip. He was blissfully unaware that all eyes were on him as he ate in silence. All right, so I have to think of something to do that'll convince Harry that I won't hurt him. He finally lifted his head, his slightly bloodshot eyes taking in all the people staring at him. "WHAT??" he yelled, causing almost everyone to jump and go back to what they were doing. Emily and Ginny stared at Draco, worried. At the Teacher's table, Severus did the same. A cool pair of cerulean blue eyes at the Ravenclaw table appraised at him in an entirely different way.
Draco glanced at the teenage brunette sitting at the Ravenclaw Table across from Cho Chang. Francesca, I think that's her name, he thought idly while debating a course of action. What do I do? Slowly, to his well hidden astonishment, she winked at him and turned back to her salad. He cocked an eyebrow and concentrated on his soup, mentally grinning. Yep, even after last night, I STILL have it! He hurriedly finished and left the Hall, heading back to the Astronomy Tower.
He sat back in the window, still panicking. After a minute, he replayed the wink in his mind, forming a plan. Wait- she winked at me, which means she digs me. I GOT IT!!! If I date her, then Harry won't feel like I'm going to pressure him for us to have a relationship together. It could work, but I'm really not attracted to her. I guess I really am gay. He grimaced at the thought.
Harry still sprawled on the bean bag, lost in thought. Outside, the sun was setting in a brilliance of colors. All right, if I don't freak out and we take this slowly, I think it's doable. I WANT this, I know I do. So, now, how do I get Draco to realize that I want to pursue a relationship with him and that I'm not freaked out by all this? I mean, Uncle Sev said he must be attracted to me, considering his reaction. And, he sang that song to me (and ate Jell-O off my bare chest). He MUST feel something for me.
Harry thought for a minute. Honesty is the best policy, even though it means a whole lot of talking that I don't want to do. Why did he shut me out like that? It would make things so much easier if I could just feel his mind and tell him that way. Oh well, I guess I have to do this the old fashioned way: actual verbal communication. God I hope I don't screw this up.
Harry left the Shrieking Shack at the base of the Whomping Willow, determined to find his soul mate and make things right. He stalked past the Quidditch Pitch, ignoring the whispers from the students just messing around on the Quidditch Pitch. He stalked through the front doors of the school, his face drawn in a thundercloud of concentration. Anxiously, he expanded his mind, searching for Draco's location. Surprisingly, he found him- right outside the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Harry hurried to the Ravenclaw Dorms, wondering what the hell Draco was doing over there. He rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. THE FUCK...
Draco stood, his left arm propping him against the wall, leaning over a pretty Ravenclaw. From where Harry stood, it was obvious that they were flirting, as she kept playing with her hair as she looked up with adoring eyes and Draco was leaning over her, grinning mischievously. Harry's eyes went wide in shock as his soul mate dropped his chin, leaned even more forward and KISSED the bitch. OH MY GOD, NO. Harry slammed his shields into place, angrily willing the tears stinging his eyes to be kept at bay.
Draco turned after the kiss had ended, noticing Harry standing there for the first time. He cocked an eyebrow as if to say "What?" Harry shook his head and plastered his Golden Boy mask into place. He smiled brightly and shrugged his shoulders. Draco grinned and turned back to the Ravenclaw. Whore, Harry thought venomously.
Harry turned and walked away easily, forcing a spring in his step. No one will see you cry, Potter. Golden Boys don't cry. Inside, Harry's heart shattered into a million pieces. He mentally scooped them up and finally ran, Apparating in mid step. He reappeared in his dorm room and landed on his bed, immediately pulling the curtains shut. He lay there all night, finally hearing Draco come in around one in the morning. Harry lay there until it was time to get up, inconsolable. It meant nothing to him. I meant nothing to him was his only thought.
The next morning at 5:30, before anyone else was awake; Harry quietly showered and dressed, leaving for the Great Hall. He sat alone at the Slytherin table for almost an hour and a half, eating breakfast and working on both his Potions Essay and the shield for the Killing Curse for his Spellwriting class. Let's see, the properties of Basilisk Blood are... He looked back and forth between the two assignments. The properties are a boost in magical power, increasing whatever abilities the person has. THAT'S IT!!!
Hurriedly, he started to write a potion that, hopefully would allow the person ingesting it to have the sheer power to repel Avada Kedavra. Now this potion would be used in conjunction with the shield we had been working on, Harry checked himself. He and Draco had worked on that shield together and now... Now what? Is he even going to want to work with me? Do I even want to work with him? Or, will he be too busy with his new fuck toy? I can't believe that I trusted him. Really, he's the Sex God of Slytherin. Like he'd EVER be monogamous.
A small voice in the back of his head replied. Uncle Sev's a good guy and he was voted that for five years in a row.
Angrily, Harry shoved that voice away. Be quiet, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q tip! he ordered himself, repeating a phrase he had seen on a Tee Shirt a while back. Besides, who'd want to be with me? I'm damaged goods.
The first couple of students pushed through the doors of the Great Hall, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Harry abruptly stood and Apparated to the Chamber of Secrets, looking for privacy and quiet until his Care of Magical Creatures class at 9:30.
So does it work in midair? Came the teasing question. Silver eyes locked with Emerald.
I don't see why not. Emerald Eyes gleamed with mirth.
So come on then. They spiraled higher and higher, shrouded in a bubble of invisibility. Emerald's greedy hands grasped and caressed, anxious to feel more of the delicious body underneath his; teasing, touching all the right places. Silver threaded his hands through now shoulder blade length ebony hair. I know how much you like me like this, Silver.
More, please God, more, he begged, pleaded, desperate for him, his Emerald, desperate to feel him inside of him. Emerald kept teasing him, to his dismay. Damn it, Emerald!
Emerald grinned evilly, and continued to caress Silver, working his way down the lithe, muscular body. Silver groaned, almost out of his mind with desperation. "DAMN IT, HARRY!!!"
Draco awoke with a start. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" he screamed, slamming his head against his pillow to accent each obscenity.
In the other bed, Eric groaned and shoved a pillow over his head. "Draco, shut the FUCK up!!!!" he moaned, trying to go back to sleep.
Draco started punching his pillow. "STUPID- FUCKING- DREAMS!!!!!!" he pounded away, trying to bring himself back into control of his emotions. "FUCK!!!" he screamed again running his hands through his hair in exasperation.
Eric rolled over. "What dreams?" he asked slyly.
Draco roared in frustration. "The ones where I can feel him and it's so wonderful and it's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!" He glared at Eric suspiciously. "Why am I telling you this?"
Eric only grinned in reply. Draco cursed vividly and rolled out of bed. He staggered over to the bathroom and prepared for school.
Harry successfully avoided Draco all week, which was very hard to do, seeing that they were in every class together, as well as Potions, Spellwriting, and Runes partners. He slept less and less, only getting about two or three hours of rest a night. Dark circles appeared under his eyes that he covered with a continuous Glamour. Quidditch Practice was strained and tense, with Ginny stuck in the middle of the unbearable silence.
Draco finally cornered him Friday afternoon after the Wandless and Elemental magic training. "Potter, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you avoiding me?"
Harry glared at him; finally letting the mask he had constructed and held for five days shatter into a million pieces. He stared at Draco, a lone tear trickling down his face. "I don't know, Draco, maybe it has something to do with the way you treated me!" he snapped.
Draco recoiled from the rage and pain on his soul mate's face. Desperate to understand, he lowered his shields, only to be rebuffed by a mental concrete wall surrounding Harry. "Why are you forcing me out? Is this about the party?"
Harry's face contorted with rage. "Whatever gave you that idea?" he sneered, advancing on Draco menacingly.
"You stopped talking to me right after," Draco replied hesitantly, unsure of what was happening.
"Ten points to Slytherin for finally using your brain," Harry spat venomously.
Draco's face contorted, finally angry. "What the FUCK, Potter??? Who shoved a stick up your ass? I'm sorry, all right? I was plastered and you were stoned. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining. You did agree to it, as I recall. It won't happen again. Happy now?"
Harry's face froze. "You're right, I did agree. And I had no problem with it then. It really meant nothing to you?" he asked, his anger slipping by degrees. From inside the safety of his shields, he pleaded Please say it meant something, please say it meant anything. I don't want to be another conquest for you.
Draco sighed. "No, Harry, it didn't mean anything and I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it ever again. I know what happened to you and I won't touch you," he said, hiding his sadness. Even though I want you desperately, he continued from behind his shields. Damn it, I can't even lie to myself, all right, I need you, Harry. But you can't stand being touched. I know how it brings back memories you don't need replayed.
Harry froze. I knew it, I'm used goods and he doesn't want me. God, I hate myself. He turned and walked away, leaving an extremely confused and unhappy Slytherin in his wake.
What do I do now? Draco thought miserably. He turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Four pairs of eyes watched that display with ill concealed rage. "What the fuck are they playing at?" demanded Lily to Severus, Remus and James.
"Lils, Harry isn't going to want to be touched like that. He's freaking out about it, most probably. You know what happened to him," James reasoned, trying to sooth the tempers of the people around him. No such luck.
"James, that's our SON!! Draco is making him suffer!!!" Lily protested.
"So my Godson just admitted that he feels nothing for Harry. I'm gonna kill that little prick," growled Severus angrily. "Little fucker! So he won't touch Harry because of what happened to him. I swear to God..."
Remus interrupted him. "Something smelled weird about the two of them. They were hiding something. I don't think Harry was freaking out about what happened, James. And, Severus, Draco didn't smell like he meant the whole part about it not meaning anything. I think it meant a great deal to him."
"So what the fuck are they doing?" Lily demanded.
"I think Harry wants a relationship but Draco doesn't know and thinks he is freaking out. So, he has put his feelings aside in what he thinks is the best course of action for Harry," Remus thought out loud, putting everything together.
Severus shook his head, grinning slowly. "Do we get involved or do we let this play out?"
"Let it play out. I wonder how long it'll take them to realize." Lily grinned mischievously.
"All right, but we step in if one of them (or both) comes to harm, agreed?" James asked. Everyone nodded.
"Good, let's go then. I'm hungry." James led them to the Great Hall.
Harry glumly walked down the Hallway. I deserve this, all of this. I wish I could just die already.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Headmaster. "Ah, Harry. Just the person I was looking for."
"Yes, Headmaster?" Harry asked woodenly.
"Can I have a word with you, please?" Grimacing, Harry allowed himself to be led into the Heamaster's Office.
"Harry, would you like a Lemon Drop or some tea?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"No, thank you, sir," Harry replied, staring at the floor.Can we get this over with? he thought morosely. He didn't notice Dumbledore's eyes twinkle madly.
"Mr. Potter?" Harry lifted his head. "So, how are the new classes going? Are Alanna and Xander proving to be adequate teachers?"
"Yes sir," Harry replied, confused.
"And what have they taught you? Are you learning anything that'll aid you in our war?" Dumbledore asked, unusually severe.
Harry stared at him strangely. What in the world??? "Um, I don't know what you mean, sir."
Dumbledore sighed. "Fine, Harry. I'll cut right to the quick. Are Alanna and Xander useful to our cause? Are they teaching you how to defeat Voldemort?"
Harry stared at him incredulously. "Um, yes..." he trailed off. They're demigods. What else would they be teaching, knitting???
"What have you been learning and are they good instructors?" Dumbledore persisted. "Have you planned anything?"
Harry stared at him. "I have mastered Apparation, Oculemency and Legimency, Wandless magic, Animagus transformations and Elemental magic. I no longer use a wand, as you no doubt are aware of. As for planning, why do you want to know?"
Dumbledore stared at him, all twinkle gone from his eyes. "Because I am Headmaster of this school and leader of the Order of the Phoenix. I want to know if they are assets or not!" He stood up and began pacing. "Harry, you still don't understand. You are our only hope to defeat Voldemort. You MUST be prepared. I have tried to let you have a normal childhood, but it's time to prepare for war." He stood at his window, looking out over the grounds.
Something inside Harry finally snapped and he leapt to his feet, furious. "NORMAL CHILDHOOD????" he roared, snarling. "YOU CALL BEING RAPED AND MOLESTED NORMAL????? YOU CALL BEING CALLED A FREAK AND WORTHLESS NORMAL???? YOU SICK, TWISTED BASTARD!!!!!"
Dumbledore whipped around, infuriated. "YOU INGRATE!!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!!!!! I COULD HAVE LET THE DEATH EATERS KILL YOU AND THAT IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? BY SWEARING AT ME???" The figures in the portraits fled to their other paintings, terrified of what was surely imminent death and destruction if they stuck around. Fawkes shot out the window, searching for a safe place to hide.
"DEATH IS PREFERABLE TO BEING YOUR UNCLE'S BITCH FOR FIFTEEN YEARS!!!!!!" Harry shot back, advancing. They stood almost toe to toe, not budging an inch. "I WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN LIVE THE LIFE I'VE BEEN FORCED INTO!!!!" Harry screamed, tears streaming down his face.
A verdant force shot out of Harry as he lost control over his magic. The entire office quaked and enormous cracks appeared in the walls as Harry subconsciously reformed the stone that held up the very walls. Dumbledore's desk exploded and the windows shattered. Dumbledore jumped and stared at Harry fearfully. "Oh shit..." he muttered, throwing up a heavy duty shield. The stones exploded, the walls crumpling.
Where Dumbledore's office had been was now an open section of the castle and a pile of rubble. Harry, still furious and terrified of the power coursing through him, only an infinitesimal amount which he had actually used, Apparated suddenly out of the demolished room.
Dumbledore blinked owlishly. "If he displays that much power in the final battle, we have nothing to worry about!" He stared at his ruined office in dismay. "But did he have to trash my office to prove his point?"
Harry Apparated straight to the Chamber of Secrets, his clothes whipping around him from the sheer energy he was commanding. The Chamber instantly reformed to fit his needs- the floor was now a foam mat six inches thick and punching, kicking and target bags, suspiciously shaped like Vernon, Dumbledore and Draco hung from the cavernous ceiling. Harry's clothes transfigured into a pair of cross trainers and baggy cotton pants. Padded gloves appeared on his hands and Linkin Park's Numb blasted over the speakers.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Harry slowly began slamming his fists into the bags, building a rhythm. Furious, he slammed his fists into the bags around him. He punched harder and harder, feeling the tension inside of him start to diminish.
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there (left hook right cross)
Become so tired so much more aware (front snap kick, roundhouse)
I'm becoming this All I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Harry spun, kicking the body bag behind him. Why didn't I think of this earlier? he wondered to himself. This is actually fun! Harry summoned his daggers, hefting them experimentally.
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to loose control
Harry spun, impaling the closest target bag with one of the curved blades.
Cuz everything that you thought I would be
Is falling apart right in front of you
He pulled out the knife and experimentally slashed the next bag to ribbons. SWEET!!! he thought, amazed at the sharpness of the blades and the ease of which he could slice through canvas and padding.
Every second I take is another mistake to you
And every second I waste is more than I can take
He whirled, kicking and slashing the target and punching bags around him. They didn't stand a chance. Vernon was decapitated as well as having his genital regions in tatters. Dumbledore's nose was chopped off, his twinkling eyes gouged out, and then decapitated and shredded. Harry saved Draco for last.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
Harry shook his head slowly, tears at long last sliding down his face. "Why, Draco, why?" he asked aloud brokenly. "Even now, with you ripping me to shreds, I can't do anything in return." Harry sank to the ground and wept bitterly.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so tired
Is everything what you want of me
Draco stood in the shadows, desperately wanting to go comfort his soul mate. GO TO HIM, IDIOT!!! his mind screamed at him. But I'm the cause of his pain. He doesn't want me there. Didn't you hear? I ripped him to shreds. I'm the last person he wants to see, he argued with himself. Sighing silently, he Apparated away; leaving Harry to face his demons alone.
Six year old Harry lay on the floor, semiconscious. A dark shadow loomed over him. Harry screamed in agony as Vernon squatted down and picked him up by the hair, pulling him to eye level. A viscous backhand across the face shut him up abruptly. Harry hung in midair, eerily silent.
"You worthless freak! How dare you use that abomination in this house!" A sick grin wormed its way onto Vernon's face. "You need to be punished!" he whispered gleefully.
Harry's eyes widened and his small frame shook as he tried to free himself from Vernon's immovable grasp. Vernon shook him, hard, rattling his skull and giving him a concussion. He threw Harry against the wall, blood gushing from the impact site. Harry lay on the floor, dazed, slipping in and out of consciousness as he felt Vernon grasp him around the waist and rip his pants from his body. He stared into Vernon's face and watched in terrified fascination as it shifted to Clautius.
Harry, in a moment of lucidness, saw Draco standing over Clautius's shoulder. Help me, please!!! Harry pleaded with his soul mate.
Draco sneered. Why would I help you? You deserve this. You know you do.
Blackness.
Harry shot out of his bed, fists crammed into his mouth to muffle his screams. He panted harshly, his breath coming in short gasps. He wearily called up the time. Great, it's 4:30 am. What the HELL am I going to do until everyone else wakes up?
Harry crawled out of bed, unwilling to fall back asleep. "No way in hell am I subjecting myself to that again," he said aloud grimly, listening to the peaceful sounds of snoring and slumber coming from the two other beds. He walked quietly over to the bathroom, emerging ten minutes later fully dressed.
Hmm, haven't been to the spring in a while, he thought in a burst of inspiration. I can do homework while relaxing there. He looked at the cage next to his bed thoughtfully. Hmm, I wonder if Isis would like to go. She hasn't wanted to leave her cage for a while, and I've been so busy. Taking a deep breath, he Apparated straight into the magically expanded cage.
He landed in the middle of a desert. Palm trees swayed gracefully in the distance. "ISSSSSSISSSSSS" he yelled in Parseltongue. He walked over to the oasis, her favorite basking spot. He found her curled up on a rock. "Hello, Isssisss" he hissed.
She arched up, awoken from her nap. "Hello, Massssster Harry. It has almost been a week since the last time you came to visit. How are you?" she hissed back, slithering over. She curled up on his lap and he absently stroked her scales.
"I am fine, and you?" Harry tried to keep the fatigue and pain from his voice.
"You are lying to me, Masssster. What issssss wrong?" Isis reared up to look him straight in the eyes.
"Draco and I are fighting," he stated simply, his mouth twisting as if he tasted something bitter.
"Why?" she queried.
"I thought he cared for me and he proved that he doesssssn't. It'sssss no big deal." Harry tried to smile.
"Bull ssssssshit. I'll bite him!" The snake hissed angrily, darting her head back and forth.
"Pleassssse, jusssst let it go. He did hurt me, but I expected more than he could give me." Harry closed his eyes wearily.
"He isssssss your ssssoul mate. He issss ssssssuposssssed to give you the moon and the sssstars if you assssssk for it!" demanded the now furious snake. "What did he do?"
"He kisssssssed another perssssson if front of me after we had taken our relatssssssionssship to a new level." Harry was too tired and sad to argue with the snake. Besides, it feels good to talk it out with someone finally.
Isis hissed, too angry to formulate words. "THAT BASSSSSSSTARD!!!!!!!" she finally exploded, curling around Harry's neck. "Ssssssay no more, Massssster Harry. Relax for a while. The ssssssun issssss nicsssssse today, issssss it not?"
"It issss, Isssssisssss, and thank you." Harry sat in the sun for an hour just basking with his cobra.
Harry finally checked the time. "It'ssssss almost ssssix o'clock, Issssissss. Would you like to vissssssssit a hot sssssspring with me?"
Isis opened a sleepy eye. "Are there nicsssssse micsssssse and other animals to eat?" she queried.
"Yesssssssss."
"Will your ssssssstupid sssssssoul mate be there?"
"Maybe. He might come later."
"Then I will go with you for sssssssupport."
Heartened by the thought, with Isis wrapped around his shoulders, he Apparated back to his room. He gathered his Runes, Potions, Spellwriting and Creatures homework and Apparated to the spring, Isis still safe around his neck.
Harry appeared in the clearing next to the spring. He carefully placed his textbooks on the ground. Isis slithered off his shoulders and slipped into the undergrowth to hunt. A sad smile graced his features. He shook his head and stripped down to a pair of transfigured swim trunks. He slid into the steaming water, hissing in pleasure. Oh, this was a good idea, he thought languidly.
Stretching, he conjured a wooden island for his books and levitated them over. He started working on translating his Runes assignment. He finished a half an hour later, just as Isis slid out of a bush, a lump in her middle. "Did you find ssssomething tassssssty?" Harry asked, looking up from his studies.
"A young, plump rabbit. It was exsssssstremely tassssty. Thank you for bringing me with you, Massssster." She settled in a tide pool next to Harry, basking in the steam from the spring.
"You're welcome to come with me whenever you want, you know." Harry turned back to his now completed Runes assignment with a sigh. "One down, three to go," he muttered to himself. He levitated his completed homework so it wouldn't get wet and summoned his Potions essays.
Lily and James walked into the Dorm room. Hey, Harry, wake up! they called mentally. James quickly scanned the room, his eyebrow lifted in surprise. "He's not there, Lils," he said in surprise.
Lily shrugged and expanded her mind, searching for her elusive son. "He's out in the spring. What is he doing there at this hour?" she asked incredulously. Sev, it's seven o'clock. Wake up! She sent to her brother, feeling his sleep mind stir towards wakefulness.
They Apparated from the Dorms straight to the spring.
Severus rolled over groaning. "Lils?" he asked sleepily. Groaning, he checked the time. "Seven already? Damn..." Still only half awake, he found his niece's mind. Ginny, it's time to wake up now, it's seven o'clock, he sent telepathically.
I'm up, I'm up, she groused, half asleep. It's a weekend, Uncle Sev, so why are you waking me at this ungodly hour?
Severus chuckled mentally. Because I'm mean and horrible and live to make your life hell? he asked, sitting up.
Ginny Apparated straight to his room and slammed him across the head with her pillow. Severus fell back onto his bed, shocked. "MISS WEASELEY!!!!! YOUY DELIBERATELY ATTACKED A TEACHER!!!!" he yelled, laughing.
Ginny glared at him. "You're mean," she scowled petulantly, Apparating from the room in a huff.
Severus cocked an eyebrow. "That girl is SOOO strange," he remarked to the empty room. Draco, Emily, Eric, Blaise, time to wake up! He could feel his favorite students slowly stir towards wakefulness, completely missing the fact that Draco had only rolled over and gone back to sleep.
Severus, when you're ready, join us at the hot spring. Harry's here with Isis. You didn't tell me you bought my son one of the most poisonous snakes on the market- HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HE'S A PARSELMOUTH??????
Severus sighed and walked to the shower. Yes, Lily, he is a Parselmouth.
.
Ginny woke up Luna, Luna woke up Neville, and Neville woke up Seamus.
Uncle Sev, what are we doing today? Ginny asked him once she had had a cup of coffee in the Great Hall.
Well, Lily and James are at the hot spring with Harry, so why don't we join them? Ginny grinned, spreading the word. As one, Emily, Eric, Blaise, Seamus, Neville, Luna and Ginny stood up and Apparated from the Great Hall.
Harry sat in the relaxing, steaming water with his Mum and Dad. Isis watched and listened intently to the conversation.
"So, Harry, you mind telling us what's going on? You and Draco aren't even talking to each other." Lily floated over to her son.
"Mum, I swear I'm fine. Nothing's happening. We just had a bit of a fight, that's all." Harry suddenly found his fingernails very interesting, his homework forgotten.
"Bull shit, Harold James Potter, we want answers!" James barked from his seat across from Isis.
Harry opened his mouth and quickly shut it as everyone else chose to Apparate into the clearing at that moment.
DAMN IT, SEV! YOU HAVE THE WORST TIMING!!! Lily berated her brother.
What did I do? Severus asked, confused.
We were about to get Harry to tell us what's wrong when you guys showed up and he shut up tighter than a clam! James added, glaring at his brother in law.
Oops. So sorry. Everyone climbed into the spring and the peace was shattered by the water fight that erupted.
Draco awoke slowly, still half in his dream. Harry, must get to Harry, he thought anxiously. I've been an ass and need to apologize. He could vaguely remember the dream. Vernon was hurting him, then it turned to Clautius, and he couldn't move, couldn't even blink. It was like he was programmed or something. He even told Harry Why would I help you? You deserve this. You know you do. He couldn't control it. It was like he was under the Imperious.
Groggily he got out of bed, noticing that he was the only one there. What the fuck? he thought, confused. He broadcasted to Severus, Where are you? Why didn't anyone wake me up?
We're at the spring, and I did wake you up. You must have gone back to sleep. We've only been here about fifteen minutes, so get here when you're ready.
Grumbling, Draco walked to the bathroom. Five minutes later, he Apparated straight to the spring in dark blue swim trunks, carrying a towel.
Harry and Isis stared at Draco as he Apparated into the spring. Oh great, shield time, Harry thought miserably, cutting himself off from everyone in the spring. Draco already had impenetrable shields in place.
Severus stared at the two of them in shock. "Since neither of you can hear me telepathically, might I ask OUT LOUD what the FUCK you are doing???" he snapped, staring angrily back and forth at his two charges.
Harry squirmed under the conjoined stares of everyone around him. "I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled.
"Likewise," Draco mumbled after him.
"Well, you're gonna! I'm tired of having to do all the work because you two won't talk to each other! You're gonna-" Ginny broke off her tirade and whipped around, staring at the edge of the shields. Everyone stared with her.
A man, shrouded in black, stood there, watching them impassively. His eyes, the only feature you could discern, swirled a kaleidoscope of colors. Everyone stared at him, flabbergasted.
"Who- who are you?" Harry finally asked.
The man bowed. "Adrian."
Everyone stared at him, stunned into silence. Ginny rose from the water. "What do you want?" she asked dazedly. Harry and Draco stared at each other, worry evident. As one, they lowered their impenetrable shields, simultaneously reaching for their sister.
Ginny? Come back here, love, they called as one, aware of their minds seeking to join together. Angrily, Harry ripped his mind from Draco's. Never again, he spat.
Why? Am I that repulsive? Draco asked.
Shut up and focus on Ginny! Harry shot back, redoubling his efforts to get his sister to listen to them. Ginny stopped walking, shaking her head.
"What do you want?" she asked again, this time stronger.
Adrian shook his head, as if shaking away a dazed feeling. "I came for Severus."
Severus shot out of the water. "WHAT??" he yelled, coming to stop next to his niece.
"You're our Champion, Severus. Why did you leave? Come home. Come home with me."
Severus stared at him and started to laugh. "Whatever, that was a good one. Why would I come 'home' as you so eloquently put it? You are trying to destroy the magic on this planet!"
Adrian stared at him. "Because Clautius created you. You're our Champion."
"No I'm not, and I have the same bloodline as Harry. I'm a creation of Alanna and Xander, not Clautius." Severus talked as if he were explaining things to a three year old.
Adrian's face colored in rage. "Your mere existence was due to his involvement, puny mortal. Now come home!"
"I don't care, and I'm not some 'puny mortal' you can order around. I am a demigod in my own right, the same as Lily, James, Harry and Draco. We are just as powerful as you, and you can't make me do anything. So leave us be. You are not welcome here." Severus turned his back and walked towards the spring.
Adrian and Ginny locked eyes once again. She took a hesitant step forward, and another and another. He did the same until they were flush against the shield. She put her hands to the shield, he doing the same. They stood that way for almost a minute, their unblinking eyes both swirling a multitude of colors.
Harry and Draco stared at each other and bounded out of the water. GINNY! they yelled, coming to stand behind her. Ginny, come on. Let's get out of here. Please, Gin? You're scaring us. Reluctantly, Ginny pulled her eyes from Adrian.
She let Harry and Draco lead her away, back to the spring. Isis curled around Harry's shoulders. "Get the young one away, she hissed to her master. I do not like the ssssssmell of that one."
"I agree, Issssssissssss, I agree." Harry, Draco, and Ginny Apparated back to the safety of Hogwarts.
Harry, Draco, why did you pull me away? Ginny asked, a faraway look in her eyes.
That was Adrian, you know? The bad guy working for Clautius? The really evil bastard! You weren't safe there! they exclaimed in unison.
But he felt so right... Ginny trailed off, turning to face her brothers. How could someone so evil feel so right?
What do you mean? they asked her.
You know how your minds just mesh and you feel so right together? Like that. He feels right. Ginny stared at them, still dazed.
Oh shit. She's his soul mate????? Harry asked Draco. Draco stared at him and promptly passed out.
A/N: Yes, I know, you can say it. I AM EVIL!!!!!!!(insert corny evil laugh) So, my unsuspecting minions, u like????
Sorry about the cliffie but, I ran out of room. (21 pages!!!) All those damnable song lyrics that, if deleted, would make the story flow less smoothly.... And I needed a good place to end that would keep your interest. So, see ya next chapter.
B/N: Oooooooooh, sometimes she makes me so mad! Yup, so sorry for the cliffy, and, fortunately, I know what will happen next, so there(sticks out tongue at all the disappointed readers)! Mwahahahaha! Maybe Laura can't do the evil laugh but I have perfected it... at least in typing... but who's paying attention to that? So I hoped you all liked that amazing example of what happens when writers block goes away. It's like trying to dam up the Nile River!
Anywho, lots of love and cookies(with the added buffet table on the side) for everyone! Tune in next time, for the next exciting chapter in this amazing fanfic: Of (hot hot hot hot hot) Gods and (hot hot hot hot hot)Men! Toodles!
Chapter 19
A steady, growing heat, two bodies twined together, writhing in ecstasy and pain, comfort and the unknown. Harsh gasps permeated the air as they waged a battle for dominance, neither giving an inch. Mouths opened in silent screams of pleasure at each touch, caress, breath, kiss, lick, nip, suck, the list goes on and on. They don't care; they are past all point of caring. All they want is more, more, MORE. More touching, more kissing; their tongues are as caught up in the clash of wills as the rest of them. Hands grasp satin sheets, twining fingers in the cool, smooth contrast to the inferno that is inside. Fingers thread through silky hair, grasping, pulling; trying to gain some measure of control. It feels so good; this much pleasure should be outlawed. On and on they battle, caught up in the pleasure and the pain and the heat and the feeling of being alive.
Hours, minutes, an eternity, a lifetime, a second later, time has no meaning, none at all, it all comes together in an explosion of love and passion and everything that makes humanity worthwhile. Silver eyes meet Emerald, the single, unspoken feeling of unconditional love shared in that intense, smoldering gaze. You are mine and I am yours for all eternity. Nothing can change that, nothing can come between us. You are mine and I am yours.
"HYYURRRRK!!!"
Draco shot out of bed, eyes wide open. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" he screamed, still half in his dream. He stared at the sogginess in his lap in growing horror. "Oh noooo..." he moaned and angrily waved his hand. "Much better," he said grimly, crawling out of bed. Eric's bed was already empty, the sheets pristinely folded. Uncle Sev's already up. I wonder what time it is?
"Oh hell... not again, HYYYUUURRRRKKKK!" Draco's head whipped around to the source of the nauseating sounds. He rushed into the bathroom and skidded to a halt.
Harry, still in his long hair, wings and just a pair of boxers, was crouched over the toilet, throwing his guts up. "Ohhhh..." he moaned, holding his aching head.
Draco snickered, shaking his head. Harry whipped around, clutching the porcelain basin for support. "You bastard," moaned Harry, squinting his eyes against the light. His face turned an alarming shade of green and he turned back to the toilet. "HYYYUURK!"
Draco grimaced and walked over to Harry. "Now what have we learned from this experience?" he asked conversationally.
Harry glared and him and flipped him the bird, once again leaning over the toilet. "I've learned- HYUURK- that you are a complete- HYUURK- bastard and should be shot." Harry wiped his hand over his mouth, grimacing.
"Well I guess I won't take away your hangover, then. See ya." Draco turned and started to walk out of the bathroom. Harry shot his hand out and grabbed his ankle.
"Oh NO you don't. Fix me NOW!!!" Harry demanded weakly, still dry heaving.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine." Pale blue encompassed the hung over Gryffindor. Harry's nausea disappeared and his headache eased.
Blinking, Harry stood up. "Thanks, Draco," he said weakly. He tottered back to bed, sliding under the covers.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked curiously. "Aren't you coming to breakfast?"
"I had nightmares all night. I'm going back to sleep." Harry turned over before Draco could see the hurt in his eyes. And you didn't help me out of them once, Harry thought despondently, closing his eyes and willing himself back to sleep.
Draco dressed quickly and rushed out of the Slytherin Dorms, all but running into the Great Hall. What the HELL happened to bring on that DREAM??? He skidded into a seat at the Slytherin Tables next to Blaise, Seamus and Ginny and across from Emily, Neville, Luna and Eric. "Good morning."
Blaise and Ginny grinned at Draco devilishly. "And what did YOU do last night that caused you to leave the party hours before us?" Ginny asked, smirking.
Draco paled. "Nothing," he stated coolly, wracking his brain. "What happened last night?" he asked casually.
Blaise stared at him in shock. "You mean you don't remember?" he asked, shocked.
"Not really, why?" Draco prayed that he hadn't made a fool of himself.
No such luck. Blaise leaned over and whispered exactly what he had done to Harry the night before. "You mean I-" Blaise grabbed Draco by the hair, shutting him up. Blaise continued to whisper in his ear; Draco's face steadily growing paler by the second. Bits and flashes of memories threaded their way through Draco's mind. The Jell-o Shot wasn't just a dream then, he thought numbly. Harry's gonna KILL me!
Draco sat very still, his face the color of cottage cheese. Ginny stared at him with concern, her worry for his mentally well being apparent. Oh no oh no oh no oh no was the only thing running through the distraught Slytherin's mind. Maybe if I pretend it never happened... OH GOD! I KNEW what happened to him. I KNEW!!! I still treated him like that. I NEVER should have touched him. I KNEW that he freaks out when he's touched because of his uncle! I wouldn't be surprised if he NEVER forgives me! I am SO screwed!!!!
Miserably, Draco dropped his head to the table with a loud BANG. At that moment, Severus walked through the door, an evil smirk on his face. "Someone forgot to put silencing charms on his bed last night," he stated with manic glee. Draco's face turned an alarming shade of green and he sprinted from the Hall, about to throw up.
Severus stared after him, grinning. The entire Hall was silent, wondering what in the world could have happened to make the Slytherin Sex God toss his cookies. Excited whispers broke out, speculating wildly about the possibilities.
Severus stared, concerned, before rushing after his Godson. Really, he had only been teasing. He hadn't heard ANYTHING, which made him wonder.... "Draco?" he called anxiously, searching for his elusive Godson. After ten nerve wracking minutes, he found Draco on the second floor in the Prefects bathroom, alternating between throwing up and sobbing.
"Go- away- please," Draco gasped out when he saw Severus in the doorway.
Severus cocked an eyebrow. "And why would I do that? The pictures of this moment alone would secure my financial income for the rest of my life!" he teased, hoping to get a rise out of Draco.
Draco just sighed. "Whatever." He turned back to the toilet, dry heaving.
"Didn't you take the hangover and sobriety potion?" Severus asked, kneeling besides him.
"Yes, and this has nothing to do with that and everything to do with something that's none of your business so go away!" Draco snapped, tears streaking down his face.
Severus scowled. "Don't you DARE take that tone with me, young man. Now what in HELL is the matter with you?"
"I screwed up and now I'm paying for it. Happy?" Draco angrily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grimacing at the horrible aftertaste. He weakly stood, swaying and walked carefully over to the sink, rinsing his mouth.
Severus stared at Draco in astonishment. "What did you do this time?"
"I took advantage of someone and now that person hates me. Now I want to wallow in self pity for a while, so if you'll excuse me," Draco said despondently, hanging his head. He wiped a tear from his face and fled the bathroom, Apparating in midstep.
Severus raised both eyebrows. "And Minerva wonders why I never procreated. See exhibit A." He shook his head and walked back into the Great Hall.
Harry rolled over as soon as Draco left. "I'm never going to get back to sleep. Besides, I don't really want to. I have no wish to have any more nightmares." He sighed and stood up, walking to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, seeing his pale skin and mussed hair. "I wonder why Draco didn't remove the wings before he went to sleep. Oh well." He quickly removed his wings and shoulder blade length hair, wishing he could keep the wings for a while longer. He stood under the shower for almost an hour, letting the water wash the tension from him.
Drying himself off, he quickly pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck. He sat back down on his bed, his mind flying in a million directions at once. "What to do? I know what happened last night, now what to do about it?" Harry wondered aloud, sitting cross-legged. Angrily he stood up. "I can't think!" He Apparated, landing in the center of the Quidditch Pitch. He floated there for about two minutes, when he spotted the Shrieking Shack in the distance. Already, he could hear students walking down to the Pitch for practice. "Man, and I wanted to be left alone!"
Making up his mind, he Apparated to the room he remembered from third year inside the Shack. He landed on the dusty floor, kicking up clouds of grey dust everywhere. Coughing slightly, Harry quickly muttered "Scourgify", instantly cleaning the room. He conjured a beanbag chair and sprawled across it, immediately lost in thought.
All right, fact one. I am Draco's soul mate, which means we are meant for each other. Fact two, I trust him. Fact three, I do care about him. Fact four, he understands me better than anyone I know. Fact five, some really weird shit happened last night, involving Jell-O shots and singing. Fact six, I am not freaking out, strangely enough. Fact seven, I do think he is attractive. Harry sat there for hours, not noticing how late it was or that he had missed all three meals. He was only aware of his train of thought and the formulating conclusion.
Draco sat in the Astronomy Tower, lost in thought. Harry is going to hate me. Wait a minute, how do I even know whether he remembers or not? Draco sat there on the window sill, lost in thoughts of his own. I could pretend nothing happened, but if he remembers then he'll still hate me. I have to somehow convince him that I'm not going to do that again, my own feelings be damned. It really sucks, though. I do like him and find him extremely attractive. An image of Harry last night, groaning as Draco licked the Jell-O off his chest, rose unbidden to Draco's mind.
STOP!!! This is why you need shields! he told himself sternly. Harry would FREAK if he knew you were thinking of him like this! OK, plan for now. I have to convince Harry that I'm not going to do that again. Now, think. How to convince him?
His stomach rumbled, and, sighing, he walked down the stairs to the Great Hall for dinner. Again, he sat at the Slytherin Table, this time by himself at the other end of the table. Ginny stared at him, concerned, but restrained Blaise and Emily from rushing over. "I think he needs some time alone, guys," she whispered.
Draco remained oblivious, glumly stirring Broccoli Cheddar soup. He absently crumpled a cracker into the bowl and took a cautious sip. He was blissfully unaware that all eyes were on him as he ate in silence. All right, so I have to think of something to do that'll convince Harry that I won't hurt him. He finally lifted his head, his slightly bloodshot eyes taking in all the people staring at him. "WHAT??" he yelled, causing almost everyone to jump and go back to what they were doing. Emily and Ginny stared at Draco, worried. At the Teacher's table, Severus did the same. A cool pair of cerulean blue eyes at the Ravenclaw table appraised at him in an entirely different way.
Draco glanced at the teenage brunette sitting at the Ravenclaw Table across from Cho Chang. Francesca, I think that's her name, he thought idly while debating a course of action. What do I do? Slowly, to his well hidden astonishment, she winked at him and turned back to her salad. He cocked an eyebrow and concentrated on his soup, mentally grinning. Yep, even after last night, I STILL have it! He hurriedly finished and left the Hall, heading back to the Astronomy Tower.
He sat back in the window, still panicking. After a minute, he replayed the wink in his mind, forming a plan. Wait- she winked at me, which means she digs me. I GOT IT!!! If I date her, then Harry won't feel like I'm going to pressure him for us to have a relationship together. It could work, but I'm really not attracted to her. I guess I really am gay. He grimaced at the thought.
Harry still sprawled on the bean bag, lost in thought. Outside, the sun was setting in a brilliance of colors. All right, if I don't freak out and we take this slowly, I think it's doable. I WANT this, I know I do. So, now, how do I get Draco to realize that I want to pursue a relationship with him and that I'm not freaked out by all this? I mean, Uncle Sev said he must be attracted to me, considering his reaction. And, he sang that song to me (and ate Jell-O off my bare chest). He MUST feel something for me.
Harry thought for a minute. Honesty is the best policy, even though it means a whole lot of talking that I don't want to do. Why did he shut me out like that? It would make things so much easier if I could just feel his mind and tell him that way. Oh well, I guess I have to do this the old fashioned way: actual verbal communication. God I hope I don't screw this up.
Harry left the Shrieking Shack at the base of the Whomping Willow, determined to find his soul mate and make things right. He stalked past the Quidditch Pitch, ignoring the whispers from the students just messing around on the Quidditch Pitch. He stalked through the front doors of the school, his face drawn in a thundercloud of concentration. Anxiously, he expanded his mind, searching for Draco's location. Surprisingly, he found him- right outside the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Harry hurried to the Ravenclaw Dorms, wondering what the hell Draco was doing over there. He rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. THE FUCK...
Draco stood, his left arm propping him against the wall, leaning over a pretty Ravenclaw. From where Harry stood, it was obvious that they were flirting, as she kept playing with her hair as she looked up with adoring eyes and Draco was leaning over her, grinning mischievously. Harry's eyes went wide in shock as his soul mate dropped his chin, leaned even more forward and KISSED the bitch. OH MY GOD, NO. Harry slammed his shields into place, angrily willing the tears stinging his eyes to be kept at bay.
Draco turned after the kiss had ended, noticing Harry standing there for the first time. He cocked an eyebrow as if to say "What?" Harry shook his head and plastered his Golden Boy mask into place. He smiled brightly and shrugged his shoulders. Draco grinned and turned back to the Ravenclaw. Whore, Harry thought venomously.
Harry turned and walked away easily, forcing a spring in his step. No one will see you cry, Potter. Golden Boys don't cry. Inside, Harry's heart shattered into a million pieces. He mentally scooped them up and finally ran, Apparating in mid step. He reappeared in his dorm room and landed on his bed, immediately pulling the curtains shut. He lay there all night, finally hearing Draco come in around one in the morning. Harry lay there until it was time to get up, inconsolable. It meant nothing to him. I meant nothing to him was his only thought.
The next morning at 5:30, before anyone else was awake; Harry quietly showered and dressed, leaving for the Great Hall. He sat alone at the Slytherin table for almost an hour and a half, eating breakfast and working on both his Potions Essay and the shield for the Killing Curse for his Spellwriting class. Let's see, the properties of Basilisk Blood are... He looked back and forth between the two assignments. The properties are a boost in magical power, increasing whatever abilities the person has. THAT'S IT!!!
Hurriedly, he started to write a potion that, hopefully would allow the person ingesting it to have the sheer power to repel Avada Kedavra. Now this potion would be used in conjunction with the shield we had been working on, Harry checked himself. He and Draco had worked on that shield together and now... Now what? Is he even going to want to work with me? Do I even want to work with him? Or, will he be too busy with his new fuck toy? I can't believe that I trusted him. Really, he's the Sex God of Slytherin. Like he'd EVER be monogamous.
A small voice in the back of his head replied. Uncle Sev's a good guy and he was voted that for five years in a row.
Angrily, Harry shoved that voice away. Be quiet, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q tip! he ordered himself, repeating a phrase he had seen on a Tee Shirt a while back. Besides, who'd want to be with me? I'm damaged goods.
The first couple of students pushed through the doors of the Great Hall, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Harry abruptly stood and Apparated to the Chamber of Secrets, looking for privacy and quiet until his Care of Magical Creatures class at 9:30.
So does it work in midair? Came the teasing question. Silver eyes locked with Emerald.
I don't see why not. Emerald Eyes gleamed with mirth.
So come on then. They spiraled higher and higher, shrouded in a bubble of invisibility. Emerald's greedy hands grasped and caressed, anxious to feel more of the delicious body underneath his; teasing, touching all the right places. Silver threaded his hands through now shoulder blade length ebony hair. I know how much you like me like this, Silver.
More, please God, more, he begged, pleaded, desperate for him, his Emerald, desperate to feel him inside of him. Emerald kept teasing him, to his dismay. Damn it, Emerald!
Emerald grinned evilly, and continued to caress Silver, working his way down the lithe, muscular body. Silver groaned, almost out of his mind with desperation. "DAMN IT, HARRY!!!"
Draco awoke with a start. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" he screamed, slamming his head against his pillow to accent each obscenity.
In the other bed, Eric groaned and shoved a pillow over his head. "Draco, shut the FUCK up!!!!" he moaned, trying to go back to sleep.
Draco started punching his pillow. "STUPID- FUCKING- DREAMS!!!!!!" he pounded away, trying to bring himself back into control of his emotions. "FUCK!!!" he screamed again running his hands through his hair in exasperation.
Eric rolled over. "What dreams?" he asked slyly.
Draco roared in frustration. "The ones where I can feel him and it's so wonderful and it's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!" He glared at Eric suspiciously. "Why am I telling you this?"
Eric only grinned in reply. Draco cursed vividly and rolled out of bed. He staggered over to the bathroom and prepared for school.
Harry successfully avoided Draco all week, which was very hard to do, seeing that they were in every class together, as well as Potions, Spellwriting, and Runes partners. He slept less and less, only getting about two or three hours of rest a night. Dark circles appeared under his eyes that he covered with a continuous Glamour. Quidditch Practice was strained and tense, with Ginny stuck in the middle of the unbearable silence.
Draco finally cornered him Friday afternoon after the Wandless and Elemental magic training. "Potter, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you avoiding me?"
Harry glared at him; finally letting the mask he had constructed and held for five days shatter into a million pieces. He stared at Draco, a lone tear trickling down his face. "I don't know, Draco, maybe it has something to do with the way you treated me!" he snapped.
Draco recoiled from the rage and pain on his soul mate's face. Desperate to understand, he lowered his shields, only to be rebuffed by a mental concrete wall surrounding Harry. "Why are you forcing me out? Is this about the party?"
Harry's face contorted with rage. "Whatever gave you that idea?" he sneered, advancing on Draco menacingly.
"You stopped talking to me right after," Draco replied hesitantly, unsure of what was happening.
"Ten points to Slytherin for finally using your brain," Harry spat venomously.
Draco's face contorted, finally angry. "What the FUCK, Potter??? Who shoved a stick up your ass? I'm sorry, all right? I was plastered and you were stoned. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining. You did agree to it, as I recall. It won't happen again. Happy now?"
Harry's face froze. "You're right, I did agree. And I had no problem with it then. It really meant nothing to you?" he asked, his anger slipping by degrees. From inside the safety of his shields, he pleaded Please say it meant something, please say it meant anything. I don't want to be another conquest for you.
Draco sighed. "No, Harry, it didn't mean anything and I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it ever again. I know what happened to you and I won't touch you," he said, hiding his sadness. Even though I want you desperately, he continued from behind his shields. Damn it, I can't even lie to myself, all right, I need you, Harry. But you can't stand being touched. I know how it brings back memories you don't need replayed.
Harry froze. I knew it, I'm used goods and he doesn't want me. God, I hate myself. He turned and walked away, leaving an extremely confused and unhappy Slytherin in his wake.
What do I do now? Draco thought miserably. He turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Four pairs of eyes watched that display with ill concealed rage. "What the fuck are they playing at?" demanded Lily to Severus, Remus and James.
"Lils, Harry isn't going to want to be touched like that. He's freaking out about it, most probably. You know what happened to him," James reasoned, trying to sooth the tempers of the people around him. No such luck.
"James, that's our SON!! Draco is making him suffer!!!" Lily protested.
"So my Godson just admitted that he feels nothing for Harry. I'm gonna kill that little prick," growled Severus angrily. "Little fucker! So he won't touch Harry because of what happened to him. I swear to God..."
Remus interrupted him. "Something smelled weird about the two of them. They were hiding something. I don't think Harry was freaking out about what happened, James. And, Severus, Draco didn't smell like he meant the whole part about it not meaning anything. I think it meant a great deal to him."
"So what the fuck are they doing?" Lily demanded.
"I think Harry wants a relationship but Draco doesn't know and thinks he is freaking out. So, he has put his feelings aside in what he thinks is the best course of action for Harry," Remus thought out loud, putting everything together.
Severus shook his head, grinning slowly. "Do we get involved or do we let this play out?"
"Let it play out. I wonder how long it'll take them to realize." Lily grinned mischievously.
"All right, but we step in if one of them (or both) comes to harm, agreed?" James asked. Everyone nodded.
"Good, let's go then. I'm hungry." James led them to the Great Hall.
Harry glumly walked down the Hallway. I deserve this, all of this. I wish I could just die already.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Headmaster. "Ah, Harry. Just the person I was looking for."
"Yes, Headmaster?" Harry asked woodenly.
"Can I have a word with you, please?" Grimacing, Harry allowed himself to be led into the Heamaster's Office.
"Harry, would you like a Lemon Drop or some tea?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"No, thank you, sir," Harry replied, staring at the floor.Can we get this over with? he thought morosely. He didn't notice Dumbledore's eyes twinkle madly.
"Mr. Potter?" Harry lifted his head. "So, how are the new classes going? Are Alanna and Xander proving to be adequate teachers?"
"Yes sir," Harry replied, confused.
"And what have they taught you? Are you learning anything that'll aid you in our war?" Dumbledore asked, unusually severe.
Harry stared at him strangely. What in the world??? "Um, I don't know what you mean, sir."
Dumbledore sighed. "Fine, Harry. I'll cut right to the quick. Are Alanna and Xander useful to our cause? Are they teaching you how to defeat Voldemort?"
Harry stared at him incredulously. "Um, yes..." he trailed off. They're demigods. What else would they be teaching, knitting???
"What have you been learning and are they good instructors?" Dumbledore persisted. "Have you planned anything?"
Harry stared at him. "I have mastered Apparation, Oculemency and Legimency, Wandless magic, Animagus transformations and Elemental magic. I no longer use a wand, as you no doubt are aware of. As for planning, why do you want to know?"
Dumbledore stared at him, all twinkle gone from his eyes. "Because I am Headmaster of this school and leader of the Order of the Phoenix. I want to know if they are assets or not!" He stood up and began pacing. "Harry, you still don't understand. You are our only hope to defeat Voldemort. You MUST be prepared. I have tried to let you have a normal childhood, but it's time to prepare for war." He stood at his window, looking out over the grounds.
Something inside Harry finally snapped and he leapt to his feet, furious. "NORMAL CHILDHOOD????" he roared, snarling. "YOU CALL BEING RAPED AND MOLESTED NORMAL????? YOU CALL BEING CALLED A FREAK AND WORTHLESS NORMAL???? YOU SICK, TWISTED BASTARD!!!!!"
Dumbledore whipped around, infuriated. "YOU INGRATE!!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!!!!! I COULD HAVE LET THE DEATH EATERS KILL YOU AND THAT IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? BY SWEARING AT ME???" The figures in the portraits fled to their other paintings, terrified of what was surely imminent death and destruction if they stuck around. Fawkes shot out the window, searching for a safe place to hide.
"DEATH IS PREFERABLE TO BEING YOUR UNCLE'S BITCH FOR FIFTEEN YEARS!!!!!!" Harry shot back, advancing. They stood almost toe to toe, not budging an inch. "I WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN LIVE THE LIFE I'VE BEEN FORCED INTO!!!!" Harry screamed, tears streaming down his face.
A verdant force shot out of Harry as he lost control over his magic. The entire office quaked and enormous cracks appeared in the walls as Harry subconsciously reformed the stone that held up the very walls. Dumbledore's desk exploded and the windows shattered. Dumbledore jumped and stared at Harry fearfully. "Oh shit..." he muttered, throwing up a heavy duty shield. The stones exploded, the walls crumpling.
Where Dumbledore's office had been was now an open section of the castle and a pile of rubble. Harry, still furious and terrified of the power coursing through him, only an infinitesimal amount which he had actually used, Apparated suddenly out of the demolished room.
Dumbledore blinked owlishly. "If he displays that much power in the final battle, we have nothing to worry about!" He stared at his ruined office in dismay. "But did he have to trash my office to prove his point?"
Harry Apparated straight to the Chamber of Secrets, his clothes whipping around him from the sheer energy he was commanding. The Chamber instantly reformed to fit his needs- the floor was now a foam mat six inches thick and punching, kicking and target bags, suspiciously shaped like Vernon, Dumbledore and Draco hung from the cavernous ceiling. Harry's clothes transfigured into a pair of cross trainers and baggy cotton pants. Padded gloves appeared on his hands and Linkin Park's Numb blasted over the speakers.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Harry slowly began slamming his fists into the bags, building a rhythm. Furious, he slammed his fists into the bags around him. He punched harder and harder, feeling the tension inside of him start to diminish.
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there (left hook right cross)
Become so tired so much more aware (front snap kick, roundhouse)
I'm becoming this All I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Harry spun, kicking the body bag behind him. Why didn't I think of this earlier? he wondered to himself. This is actually fun! Harry summoned his daggers, hefting them experimentally.
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to loose control
Harry spun, impaling the closest target bag with one of the curved blades.
Cuz everything that you thought I would be
Is falling apart right in front of you
He pulled out the knife and experimentally slashed the next bag to ribbons. SWEET!!! he thought, amazed at the sharpness of the blades and the ease of which he could slice through canvas and padding.
Every second I take is another mistake to you
And every second I waste is more than I can take
He whirled, kicking and slashing the target and punching bags around him. They didn't stand a chance. Vernon was decapitated as well as having his genital regions in tatters. Dumbledore's nose was chopped off, his twinkling eyes gouged out, and then decapitated and shredded. Harry saved Draco for last.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
Harry shook his head slowly, tears at long last sliding down his face. "Why, Draco, why?" he asked aloud brokenly. "Even now, with you ripping me to shreds, I can't do anything in return." Harry sank to the ground and wept bitterly.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so tired
Is everything what you want of me
Draco stood in the shadows, desperately wanting to go comfort his soul mate. GO TO HIM, IDIOT!!! his mind screamed at him. But I'm the cause of his pain. He doesn't want me there. Didn't you hear? I ripped him to shreds. I'm the last person he wants to see, he argued with himself. Sighing silently, he Apparated away; leaving Harry to face his demons alone.
Six year old Harry lay on the floor, semiconscious. A dark shadow loomed over him. Harry screamed in agony as Vernon squatted down and picked him up by the hair, pulling him to eye level. A viscous backhand across the face shut him up abruptly. Harry hung in midair, eerily silent.
"You worthless freak! How dare you use that abomination in this house!" A sick grin wormed its way onto Vernon's face. "You need to be punished!" he whispered gleefully.
Harry's eyes widened and his small frame shook as he tried to free himself from Vernon's immovable grasp. Vernon shook him, hard, rattling his skull and giving him a concussion. He threw Harry against the wall, blood gushing from the impact site. Harry lay on the floor, dazed, slipping in and out of consciousness as he felt Vernon grasp him around the waist and rip his pants from his body. He stared into Vernon's face and watched in terrified fascination as it shifted to Clautius.
Harry, in a moment of lucidness, saw Draco standing over Clautius's shoulder. Help me, please!!! Harry pleaded with his soul mate.
Draco sneered. Why would I help you? You deserve this. You know you do.
Blackness.
Harry shot out of his bed, fists crammed into his mouth to muffle his screams. He panted harshly, his breath coming in short gasps. He wearily called up the time. Great, it's 4:30 am. What the HELL am I going to do until everyone else wakes up?
Harry crawled out of bed, unwilling to fall back asleep. "No way in hell am I subjecting myself to that again," he said aloud grimly, listening to the peaceful sounds of snoring and slumber coming from the two other beds. He walked quietly over to the bathroom, emerging ten minutes later fully dressed.
Hmm, haven't been to the spring in a while, he thought in a burst of inspiration. I can do homework while relaxing there. He looked at the cage next to his bed thoughtfully. Hmm, I wonder if Isis would like to go. She hasn't wanted to leave her cage for a while, and I've been so busy. Taking a deep breath, he Apparated straight into the magically expanded cage.
He landed in the middle of a desert. Palm trees swayed gracefully in the distance. "ISSSSSSISSSSSS" he yelled in Parseltongue. He walked over to the oasis, her favorite basking spot. He found her curled up on a rock. "Hello, Isssisss" he hissed.
She arched up, awoken from her nap. "Hello, Massssster Harry. It has almost been a week since the last time you came to visit. How are you?" she hissed back, slithering over. She curled up on his lap and he absently stroked her scales.
"I am fine, and you?" Harry tried to keep the fatigue and pain from his voice.
"You are lying to me, Masssster. What issssss wrong?" Isis reared up to look him straight in the eyes.
"Draco and I are fighting," he stated simply, his mouth twisting as if he tasted something bitter.
"Why?" she queried.
"I thought he cared for me and he proved that he doesssssn't. It'sssss no big deal." Harry tried to smile.
"Bull ssssssshit. I'll bite him!" The snake hissed angrily, darting her head back and forth.
"Pleassssse, jusssst let it go. He did hurt me, but I expected more than he could give me." Harry closed his eyes wearily.
"He isssssss your ssssoul mate. He issss ssssssuposssssed to give you the moon and the sssstars if you assssssk for it!" demanded the now furious snake. "What did he do?"
"He kisssssssed another perssssson if front of me after we had taken our relatssssssionssship to a new level." Harry was too tired and sad to argue with the snake. Besides, it feels good to talk it out with someone finally.
Isis hissed, too angry to formulate words. "THAT BASSSSSSSTARD!!!!!!!" she finally exploded, curling around Harry's neck. "Ssssssay no more, Massssster Harry. Relax for a while. The ssssssun issssss nicsssssse today, issssss it not?"
"It issss, Isssssisssss, and thank you." Harry sat in the sun for an hour just basking with his cobra.
Harry finally checked the time. "It'ssssss almost ssssix o'clock, Issssissss. Would you like to vissssssssit a hot sssssspring with me?"
Isis opened a sleepy eye. "Are there nicsssssse micsssssse and other animals to eat?" she queried.
"Yesssssssss."
"Will your ssssssstupid sssssssoul mate be there?"
"Maybe. He might come later."
"Then I will go with you for sssssssupport."
Heartened by the thought, with Isis wrapped around his shoulders, he Apparated back to his room. He gathered his Runes, Potions, Spellwriting and Creatures homework and Apparated to the spring, Isis still safe around his neck.
Harry appeared in the clearing next to the spring. He carefully placed his textbooks on the ground. Isis slithered off his shoulders and slipped into the undergrowth to hunt. A sad smile graced his features. He shook his head and stripped down to a pair of transfigured swim trunks. He slid into the steaming water, hissing in pleasure. Oh, this was a good idea, he thought languidly.
Stretching, he conjured a wooden island for his books and levitated them over. He started working on translating his Runes assignment. He finished a half an hour later, just as Isis slid out of a bush, a lump in her middle. "Did you find ssssomething tassssssty?" Harry asked, looking up from his studies.
"A young, plump rabbit. It was exsssssstremely tassssty. Thank you for bringing me with you, Massssster." She settled in a tide pool next to Harry, basking in the steam from the spring.
"You're welcome to come with me whenever you want, you know." Harry turned back to his now completed Runes assignment with a sigh. "One down, three to go," he muttered to himself. He levitated his completed homework so it wouldn't get wet and summoned his Potions essays.
Lily and James walked into the Dorm room. Hey, Harry, wake up! they called mentally. James quickly scanned the room, his eyebrow lifted in surprise. "He's not there, Lils," he said in surprise.
Lily shrugged and expanded her mind, searching for her elusive son. "He's out in the spring. What is he doing there at this hour?" she asked incredulously. Sev, it's seven o'clock. Wake up! She sent to her brother, feeling his sleep mind stir towards wakefulness.
They Apparated from the Dorms straight to the spring.
Severus rolled over groaning. "Lils?" he asked sleepily. Groaning, he checked the time. "Seven already? Damn..." Still only half awake, he found his niece's mind. Ginny, it's time to wake up now, it's seven o'clock, he sent telepathically.
I'm up, I'm up, she groused, half asleep. It's a weekend, Uncle Sev, so why are you waking me at this ungodly hour?
Severus chuckled mentally. Because I'm mean and horrible and live to make your life hell? he asked, sitting up.
Ginny Apparated straight to his room and slammed him across the head with her pillow. Severus fell back onto his bed, shocked. "MISS WEASELEY!!!!! YOUY DELIBERATELY ATTACKED A TEACHER!!!!" he yelled, laughing.
Ginny glared at him. "You're mean," she scowled petulantly, Apparating from the room in a huff.
Severus cocked an eyebrow. "That girl is SOOO strange," he remarked to the empty room. Draco, Emily, Eric, Blaise, time to wake up! He could feel his favorite students slowly stir towards wakefulness, completely missing the fact that Draco had only rolled over and gone back to sleep.
Severus, when you're ready, join us at the hot spring. Harry's here with Isis. You didn't tell me you bought my son one of the most poisonous snakes on the market- HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HE'S A PARSELMOUTH??????
Severus sighed and walked to the shower. Yes, Lily, he is a Parselmouth.
.
Ginny woke up Luna, Luna woke up Neville, and Neville woke up Seamus.
Uncle Sev, what are we doing today? Ginny asked him once she had had a cup of coffee in the Great Hall.
Well, Lily and James are at the hot spring with Harry, so why don't we join them? Ginny grinned, spreading the word. As one, Emily, Eric, Blaise, Seamus, Neville, Luna and Ginny stood up and Apparated from the Great Hall.
Harry sat in the relaxing, steaming water with his Mum and Dad. Isis watched and listened intently to the conversation.
"So, Harry, you mind telling us what's going on? You and Draco aren't even talking to each other." Lily floated over to her son.
"Mum, I swear I'm fine. Nothing's happening. We just had a bit of a fight, that's all." Harry suddenly found his fingernails very interesting, his homework forgotten.
"Bull shit, Harold James Potter, we want answers!" James barked from his seat across from Isis.
Harry opened his mouth and quickly shut it as everyone else chose to Apparate into the clearing at that moment.
DAMN IT, SEV! YOU HAVE THE WORST TIMING!!! Lily berated her brother.
What did I do? Severus asked, confused.
We were about to get Harry to tell us what's wrong when you guys showed up and he shut up tighter than a clam! James added, glaring at his brother in law.
Oops. So sorry. Everyone climbed into the spring and the peace was shattered by the water fight that erupted.
Draco awoke slowly, still half in his dream. Harry, must get to Harry, he thought anxiously. I've been an ass and need to apologize. He could vaguely remember the dream. Vernon was hurting him, then it turned to Clautius, and he couldn't move, couldn't even blink. It was like he was programmed or something. He even told Harry Why would I help you? You deserve this. You know you do. He couldn't control it. It was like he was under the Imperious.
Groggily he got out of bed, noticing that he was the only one there. What the fuck? he thought, confused. He broadcasted to Severus, Where are you? Why didn't anyone wake me up?
We're at the spring, and I did wake you up. You must have gone back to sleep. We've only been here about fifteen minutes, so get here when you're ready.
Grumbling, Draco walked to the bathroom. Five minutes later, he Apparated straight to the spring in dark blue swim trunks, carrying a towel.
Harry and Isis stared at Draco as he Apparated into the spring. Oh great, shield time, Harry thought miserably, cutting himself off from everyone in the spring. Draco already had impenetrable shields in place.
Severus stared at the two of them in shock. "Since neither of you can hear me telepathically, might I ask OUT LOUD what the FUCK you are doing???" he snapped, staring angrily back and forth at his two charges.
Harry squirmed under the conjoined stares of everyone around him. "I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled.
"Likewise," Draco mumbled after him.
"Well, you're gonna! I'm tired of having to do all the work because you two won't talk to each other! You're gonna-" Ginny broke off her tirade and whipped around, staring at the edge of the shields. Everyone stared with her.
A man, shrouded in black, stood there, watching them impassively. His eyes, the only feature you could discern, swirled a kaleidoscope of colors. Everyone stared at him, flabbergasted.
"Who- who are you?" Harry finally asked.
The man bowed. "Adrian."
Everyone stared at him, stunned into silence. Ginny rose from the water. "What do you want?" she asked dazedly. Harry and Draco stared at each other, worry evident. As one, they lowered their impenetrable shields, simultaneously reaching for their sister.
Ginny? Come back here, love, they called as one, aware of their minds seeking to join together. Angrily, Harry ripped his mind from Draco's. Never again, he spat.
Why? Am I that repulsive? Draco asked.
Shut up and focus on Ginny! Harry shot back, redoubling his efforts to get his sister to listen to them. Ginny stopped walking, shaking her head.
"What do you want?" she asked again, this time stronger.
Adrian shook his head, as if shaking away a dazed feeling. "I came for Severus."
Severus shot out of the water. "WHAT??" he yelled, coming to stop next to his niece.
"You're our Champion, Severus. Why did you leave? Come home. Come home with me."
Severus stared at him and started to laugh. "Whatever, that was a good one. Why would I come 'home' as you so eloquently put it? You are trying to destroy the magic on this planet!"
Adrian stared at him. "Because Clautius created you. You're our Champion."
"No I'm not, and I have the same bloodline as Harry. I'm a creation of Alanna and Xander, not Clautius." Severus talked as if he were explaining things to a three year old.
Adrian's face colored in rage. "Your mere existence was due to his involvement, puny mortal. Now come home!"
"I don't care, and I'm not some 'puny mortal' you can order around. I am a demigod in my own right, the same as Lily, James, Harry and Draco. We are just as powerful as you, and you can't make me do anything. So leave us be. You are not welcome here." Severus turned his back and walked towards the spring.
Adrian and Ginny locked eyes once again. She took a hesitant step forward, and another and another. He did the same until they were flush against the shield. She put her hands to the shield, he doing the same. They stood that way for almost a minute, their unblinking eyes both swirling a multitude of colors.
Harry and Draco stared at each other and bounded out of the water. GINNY! they yelled, coming to stand behind her. Ginny, come on. Let's get out of here. Please, Gin? You're scaring us. Reluctantly, Ginny pulled her eyes from Adrian.
She let Harry and Draco lead her away, back to the spring. Isis curled around Harry's shoulders. "Get the young one away, she hissed to her master. I do not like the ssssssmell of that one."
"I agree, Issssssissssss, I agree." Harry, Draco, and Ginny Apparated back to the safety of Hogwarts.
Harry, Draco, why did you pull me away? Ginny asked, a faraway look in her eyes.
That was Adrian, you know? The bad guy working for Clautius? The really evil bastard! You weren't safe there! they exclaimed in unison.
But he felt so right... Ginny trailed off, turning to face her brothers. How could someone so evil feel so right?
What do you mean? they asked her.
You know how your minds just mesh and you feel so right together? Like that. He feels right. Ginny stared at them, still dazed.
Oh shit. She's his soul mate????? Harry asked Draco. Draco stared at him and promptly passed out.
A/N: Yes, I know, you can say it. I AM EVIL!!!!!!!(insert corny evil laugh) So, my unsuspecting minions, u like????
Sorry about the cliffie but, I ran out of room. (21 pages!!!) All those damnable song lyrics that, if deleted, would make the story flow less smoothly.... And I needed a good place to end that would keep your interest. So, see ya next chapter.
B/N: Oooooooooh, sometimes she makes me so mad! Yup, so sorry for the cliffy, and, fortunately, I know what will happen next, so there(sticks out tongue at all the disappointed readers)! Mwahahahaha! Maybe Laura can't do the evil laugh but I have perfected it... at least in typing... but who's paying attention to that? So I hoped you all liked that amazing example of what happens when writers block goes away. It's like trying to dam up the Nile River!
Anywho, lots of love and cookies(with the added buffet table on the side) for everyone! Tune in next time, for the next exciting chapter in this amazing fanfic: Of (hot hot hot hot hot) Gods and (hot hot hot hot hot)Men! Toodles!