Um well yeh, please read on, everything will be explained at the end.
"It was you, wasn't it?" she turned, eyeing him.
"Of course it was" she replied smirking, "Things were beginning to get boring you know."
"You could put us in jeopardy," he argued coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist.
"Us Argon? What us?" she asked leaning back.
"Nothing," he looked away.
She smiled and turned around slipping her arms around his waist, "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon you big baby."
"I worry," he berried his face in her neck; she ran a hand through his hair.
"I know, but the war will start soon, then we get rid of all the loose ends and everything turns out happily ever after," they smirked at each other.
"Sounds good," he drew away, "got to go," and walked off."
"Bye Argon," she smirked and turned towards the dungeons of the fortress.
"Wake up Black," she smirked as he stirred, entering into his little cell.
"Took you long enough," he grumbled, black hair falling into midnight blue eyes.
"I wouldn't use that tone with me if I were you," she ordered taking his hands in hers.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he felt the cold spread through his palm and up his arm.
"I've been given orders to relocate you," she explained and pulled forwards, his wrists went right through the bindings that had previously held them.
He looked up at her, "So where am I going?" he asked as he followed her out of the cell and along the corridor passing the cold, empty cells and shuddering discretely.
"Somewhere a little more comfortable; wouldn't want you rotting into nothingness now would we?" she taunted as she lead him out of the dungeons and into the torch lit corridor.
"Now whom may I ask," moving up behind her, "does the 'we' consist of?" he inquired literally breathing down her neck, her flesh crawled and her hair stiffened.
"Not what you'd like it to be, that's for sure Mr Black," she replied turning her nose up.
"And how, may I ask do you know what I want?" he was stilled pressed against her, she could have moved but it was so thrilling to torture people subtly.
"Isn't it obvious," just as she said that Sirius flew sideways after being hit by a green, pulsating ball of energy. She turned at the feral growl and looked up, "Why Argon how nice to see you again," she smirked.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he demanded striding up to her and placing his hands on her hips.
"Since when is it any business of yours Argon?" she asked stringing her arms around his neck, "I'm a big girl now."
"No, I mean, what the hell were you doing with him," he glared over her shoulder at Sirius.
"Nothing that concerns you Argon," she replied, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the scowling Sirius, she could feel the jealousy.
Suddenly Sirius jumped to his feet and sped off down the corridor, "Shall we give him a head start?" Argon asked looking at Hikage.
"3…2…1…Go!" they split apart and sped on either side of the corridor, they heard him before he heard them.
"Get out of my way," Sirius yelled when Argon materialized in front of him.
"No," the other man replied smirking, Sirius turned only to be met by Hikage then something hit him. The eye and hair colours may different but the resemblance in their facial expressions and facial settings couldn't be coincidence.
"You're not lovers are you?" his voice was low and soft.
Hikage threw her head back and laughed, "We don't like Incest here Mr Black," she replied and laughed again. "Come," she then proceeded to drag him off, leaving Argon behind, laughing.
---Hospital Wing, Hogwarts---
"Mr Malfoy, do you know why your father was here?" Cornelius Fudge demanded, he had been owled right away by Dumbledore and had, surprisingly, some without protest. They were in the hospital wing; Lucius Malfoy was still out cold and being fussed over by a disgruntled Madame Pomfrey. Draco Malfoy was sat in a chair at the end of his father's bed being interrogated unwillingly by Fudge, Dumbledore was being an observant wall flower and Severus Snape was standing near by.
"No sir," Draco replied.
"Were you aware that he was in the process of performing the killing curse?" Cornelius inquired.
"No sir."
"Were you aware that your father had escaped Azkaban?"
"No sir," in the background Snape narrowed his eyes; so far Draco had been lying through his teeth though his Malfoy indifference was obvious. Snape however was unaware that Draco had noticed his potion masters antics but had kept calm he had also noticed the small twitch his father gave and knew he was listening.
"Whose side are you on exactly Mr Malfoy?" Fudge demanded; Draco resisted the oh-so-tempting urge to gulp. He was in elegance with Lord Voldemort and was to receive the Dark Mark at the end of the year but what to say now. If he said the 'light' side then Dumbledore would know he was lying and would keep him under surveillance. If he said 'dark' who knows how Fudge would react.
"The dark side," Draco smirked this time, his fingers twitched aching to reach for his wand and curse the Minister for Magic who now stood leering at him.
"Severus," he turned to the head of Slytherin, "fetch the dementors, this one is going straight to Azkaban." The colour in Draco's face left swiftly but his expression did not falter.
"Cornelius, the Dementors do not follow our order any longer and if they could not hold Lucius Malfoy what makes you think they could hold Draco. No, I think it would be best if he remain here," Dumbledore suggested, Draco gave him a side long glance and refrained from glaring at the twinkling eyed old man.
"Are you challenging me Dumbledore?" Fudge roared, his tempter instantly flaring.
"No Cornelius, merely making a sensible suggestion," Dumbledore replied, still calm as ever, but Draco knew better, the man had a fierce temper.
Fudge sighed resentfully, "Then I suppose I have no choice but to follow you through, damn you Dumbledore," the Minister than stormed angrily from the room, Madame Pomfrey hissing complaints at him. "I'll take that as a yes then," Dumbledore said happily, Draco made to stand, "Please remain seated Mr Malfoy."
The Lord sat upon his chair smiling like a maniac; he had just received word that the Vampires, Banshees, Dementors, Giants and several Dragon herds had become part of his ever increasing army against Dumbledore and Harry Potter. "My Lord," he turned, "Lucius has been apprehended by the enemy," the servant visibly shook, his hands clammy.
"Then he I of no further use, you are dismissed," the servant nodded and moved to exit the hall, "No wait, still a moment Pettigrew."
The small figure turned and looked up, "Yes my Lord?"
"I think it's time," Voldemort smirked.
"Time? Time for what my Lord?" Pettigrew whimpered.
"For a war, a war that will shake the Wizarding world," the Dark lord's smirk was crooked and bent, just like him.
"Sir?"
"Bring me parchment and a quill, after all, it wouldn't be fair to stab our enemies in the back now would it," he laughed manically and while he was distracted Pettigrew fled to obtain the items his master craved.
Harry sat awake in the Gryffindor common room by a dieing fire, his eyes unfocused as his mind drifted over the dream from which he had been disturbed. He could not remember it all, only parts of it and those parts were still a blur. Pettigrew, he had been there, he had heard his name twice, it was time Voldemort had said, time for what.
Harry was in the process of ransacking his mind, trying to remember what the Dark Lord had said neck when he heard a gasp and turned to look, he gulped at what he saw. Usagi stood there, blonde hair plaited and reaching nearly to the floor, but it wasn't her new hair style that caught his attention the most. She was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown that reached to her hips, barely concealing her underwear.
"Oh Harry, I didn't know you were here," she turned, "I'll leave."
"No, stay," she smiled and moved towards him, his heart pounded, his tongue felt like sandpaper in his dry mouth. School robes did not do her justice, her hips swayed gently in an unknowingly sexy manner and it wasn't until she stood by the fireplace that he noticed the slightly transparent quality of the fabric.
He swallowed hard and his breathing became shallow as he also noticed her lack of underwear in the northern regions. She turned to him and looked at him with those big, warm inviting blue eyes, small blonde ringlets framing her face; her full lips slightly parted calling him, "Harry…"
"Harry…"
"Harry wake up!" Harry sat bolt upright in bed, sweat oozing from his forehead, he blushed when he found his face less than an inch away from Ron's. The red-haired boy also bore a flushed face and quickly scrambled away, "Sorry mate, don't bend that way."
Harry's eyes widened for a moment and then he laughed, Ron soon joined in and both boys were thankful that none of their fellow dorm mates were currently co-occupying the room.
"Anyway, get out of bed, you girlfriend wants you," Ron explained and marched over to his own bed where his trousers were.
"What for?" Harry asked, throwing the covers away and reaching for his folded cloths that rested on a chair by his bedside.
"Don't know, but she's been talking with Hermione, Lavender, Parvati and Ginny, so don't think that's a good sign," Harry gulped, every boys fear, girl talk, unfortunately, although saving the world was hard, he'd rather do that than have to have 'girl talk'. His mind drifted to the idea of Lord Voldemort sat cross legged in a circle with dozens of girls all talking. He laughed and when Ron gave him an inquiring look he merely said 'Nothing Ron.'
"Been talking to your friends again," Hikage spun around to come face to face with Zabini Blaise.
"Leave me along Zabini," she snarled and marched away.
"Oh come on, don't be like that," he smirked and wound his arms around her waist, effectively stopping her, the corridor was deserted.
"Let me go Zabini," she ordered, her shoulders tensed when she felt him rest his chin on her right shoulder.
"Why didn't you just kill Lucius?" he hissed in her ear.
"What?"
"I know what you did to him," he smirked and she turned her head slightly so as to get a better view of him.
"What are you hiding from me Zabini?" she asked smirking back, slipping into Shadow form so as to pass through him when she chose.
"The same thing you've been hiding form me," he replied twirling her around, one hand on her lower back, the other; her neck. She felt the familiar cold spreading through her and it was then that she realised he'd been toying with her in the same way she'd been toying with him.
"Vampire," she hissed.
He chuckled, "Are we still playing games," they were dangerously close now, her hands resting on his chest.
"No," she replied locking eyes with him.
"Good," and then it happened; it would never happen again.
"Albus?" Professor McGonagall said worriedly, she, Professor Snape, Professor Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks and Charlie Weasley were all gathered in Dumbledore's apparently cramped office.
Dumbledore took a long, shaky, intake of breath, "It appears that it has begun," his eyes wept depressingly over the letter in his hands.
"Are you sure headmaster?" Snape asked and Dumbledore nodded, lacing his fingers together thoughtfully.
"Should we tell Harry?" asked Remus Lupin from where he was sitting in one of the many plush chairs that had been conjured.
"I think we must," Tonks said looking from one face to the other, "If there are no objections."
"He's not ready yet," Kingsley said suddenly, "He can't do Occlumency and he doesn't know how to play dirty."
"Why would he need to know how to play dirty?" McGonagall asked.
"You really think that the Death Eater will play fair let alone the Dark Lord?" Tonks asked looking at McGonagall.
"Tom would," Dumbledore said and the two women turned to look at him, "Yes it's true his Death Eaters would stop at nothing to tear us apart but Tom still holds resentment for muggle indecency, he would play fair with Harry, he's waited too long."
"Then who's going to teach him?" Lupin asked looking around, he sighed, "Why do I always draw the short straw?"
Pansy smiled to herself as she sat in front of the Slytherin fire, curled up next to Draco, unfortunately he was in another world, completely off the ball and this was upsetting to Pansy's ego. She was used to absolutely adoration; she was a prefect and the prettiest girl in Slytherin, not to mention the smartest (Not to mention the fact that there was little competition anyway) and Draco's longest standing girlfriend to boot. She didn't consider Hikage a threat, just a nuisance and a passing fantasy as far as her Draco was concerned.
She was betrothed to him, she didn't know if he was aware of their arranged marriage yet. She prided herself on her pure blood and she counted herself lucky that she was being married off to not only one of the most influential families of the Wizarding world but also one of the wealthiest. It also helped that she felt a deep attraction to the blonde seeker and soon to be Head-boy and Quidditch captain to boot.
"Draco darling, I'm hungry," he had not yet approached her sexually but Pansy could hardly wait for the day when he would, she imagined his lean body over hers, crying out her name at the height of absolute ecstasy. It was enough to make her mouth water and her stomach churn as heat rushed to her lower body.
"Oh, well, the kitchens?" he suggested lamely, his mind elsewhere and only able to comprehend small parts of what she said, mainly 'Draco' and 'hungry'. He knew full well that she wanted him to pop her cherry though he was pretty sure someone had already relieved him of that burden. He was also aware of their arranged marriage and as much as he looked up to his father this was one tradition he frowned upon.
They no longer inhabited the middle ages so why was his father so stuck on the past, they lived in an old styled manor house with houses and lush grounds, with large rooms and king sized beds.
"No, I was thinking more along different lines," she smiled at him coyly as she traced a finger luxuriously up his thigh and he stiffened, Dumbledore had interrogated him earlier, his father was locked up and his manor was probably being ransacked, thank goodness his mother was safe, however, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with Pansy's provocative nature.
It was then that Zabini Blaise strolled into the room, his hand locked with another's and his fingers laced with those of Hikage Tsukiyamino. Draco growled but silently enough that Pansy did not hear but the other two occupants of the other wise empty common room did.
"Hey Malfoy," Zabini said casually giving Draco a knowing smirk and drawing Hikage tighter to him, she raised an eyebrow.
"Hello Zabini," Draco responded cautiously, he knew he would have to treat carefully, he was on dangerous ground.
"Having fun with your girlfriend?" Zabini slurred the last word and made it sound like an offence, only Draco noticed the disdainful look on Hikage's face.
"We were fine until you two came along," Pansy snapped eyeing Hikage up at down who merely blinked and pretended not to notice. "Don't turn your nose u at me you slut!" Pansy ordered.
"Blaise darling," she sneered at the word, "can we go now!" she fluttered her long eyelashes and pulled him towards the dormitory stairs.
"Yeh okay," he grinned, "Got to go Malfoy, Parkinson," he nodded to them before he and Hikage disappeared up the boy's dormitory stairs.
Pansy pouted, "Why are you never like that with me?" she asked.
He looked at her and suddenly felt very sick, "I'm sorry Pansy, I'm not feeling well, I have to go to the Hospital Wing and so he did.
"You've had your fun, now I'm going," Hikage shouted at Blaise and moved for the window, she couldn't risk the door.
"I'm not that bad a company; am I?" Blaise asked, smiling at her.
"I'm not your girlfriend Zabini, what happened in the corridor was a mistake, it won't happen again," she explained.
He looked crestfallen, "Why not?"
"Because I don't like you Zabini," and she was gone, Blaise threw himself on his bed and cursed himself as his mind danced over the memories of the events of the last two hours.
Ron looked at Hermione, Hermione looked at Ron and then they both burst out laughing, it was the look on Harry's face that had set the pair off. They were playing truth or dare. There was Ron and Hermione, Harry and Usagi, Seamus and Lavender, Dean and Parvati and Neville and Ginny (The only reason they weren't a couple was because Neville was afraid of Ron who had previously threatened to castrate him irreversibly).
Lavender had dared Usagi to straddle Harry and kiss him hard, French style; Usagi had blushed but gone through with it leaving Harry in a state bordering on euphoria. He was only semi-conscious but still managed to answer when Usagi asked him, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," he replied, still dazed and only half listening.
"Have you ever had a sexual dream?" he nodded as a reply, still not trusting his voice to be as coherent as he would have liked it to be.
"Seamus Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," the Irish boy replied, his accent heavy but distant, then Harry found himself in a Dark room standing before the Dark Lord who sat above him laughing. He held a book in his had, Riddle's Diary Harry realised with a pang. The Dark Lord lifted a silver goblet to his lips and as soon as he had taken a mouthful he dropped the goblet and doubled over in pain.
Harry could only watch as the flesh rippled and turned from a starched white to a pale peach, hair sprouted form the bald head, jet-black combed hair. He stood up; there stood a twenty year old man, with defined features and Quidditch champion's body, soft, shiny black hair and piercing blue eyes.
Harry gulped, this was no longer Lord Voldemort; this was Tom Marvolo Riddle.
SSA-chan has taken a leave of absence and is currently refusing to write, thing is, I was enjoying this story and now I am free to toy with it.
One thing readers, should I turn it into an R rating or is it still mild enough to pass as a PG-13?
So yeh, I'll be finishing this story, probably a different way to how SSA-chan had planned, you'll have to excuse me if I don't have a proper grip of Hikage and Usagi's character, I'm more of an HP only fan myself and LotR. I've seen two episodes of Sailor Moon and that's it. If anyone is willing to help me with this story can you e-mail me at tabitha_jones123@hotmail.com and please check out my stories!
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Tabz