Dark Temptations
A/N: Thank you all for your reviews, but I curse you BioHazrdusMatrial3 (not really, don't worry! .) It's all your fault I'm back here again! You had to be the seventh reviewer, and I was enjoying my time off . . . oh well. Since I'm back, I guess I'll have to start writing again. And I added a little bit of . . . not really graphic but . . . you find out yourselves. Good reading!
Disclaimer: Seen 'em once, seen 'em twice, still nothing has changed. I have no ownership and I probably never will be.
And this is starting in the Great Hall, DURING the time of Draco's and Gregori's exchange of words. Sorry, but this has to be in here to help clear some confusion to be. I really don't mean to make it confusing! Sorry!
Chapter 9- Rock, Paper, Fire
Hermione and Ron had been walking back up to the common room, hand in hand for the first time. It wasn't official of their relationship, and even they still had doubts once in a while. But it didn't mean they couldn't show their affection for each other once in a while.
Their silence was caused by another reason, though. Should they go visit Harry?
"You know", Ron said, interrupting the crushing stillness in the halls this morning, "lots of weird things have been happening lately."
"Haven't you gotten used to that yet?" she snapped unwillingly at him. Hermione was deep in thought and was getting more anxious with each passing moment.
"Sorry," Ron muttered after he recovered from that little shock. Allowing Hermione to pass in front of him to enter the common room, Ron followed even more unprepared for what was to happen next.
A mind-splitting scream filling the whole common room. And it seemed to last for an eternity.
At first no one moved, let alone dared to breathe. Then slowly, the sound of rushing air and footsteps of those having recovered faster rushing to the source of the sound.
The boys' bathroom, shower room to be precise. On the floor of the Seventh Years.
Seamus was the first to enter to see the horrific scenery. "What the hell?"
Dean huddled on the floor, surrounded in fragments of what seemed like glass. Others soon followed, but none passed by him. Ron finally pushed his way to the front to see what was happening. "Oh, bloody hell."
Mirror shards covered the floor, reflecting the thousands of candles shining along the wall, illuminating everything a thousand-fold. Each mirror in the bathroom was broken, shattered into thousands of little crystals scattered over the marble tiles. Deans' hands were covered in blood, the skin scratched up. He was sobbing non-stop, and didn't even react when Seamus slowly walked in slowly, trying to avoid stepping on any more glass to create even smaller pieces.
It wasn't until he walked in, Ron noticed Neville curled up in the corner where the shards didn't quite reach. He went over to him and reached out his hand, offering Neville a support at this moment.
Neville stared at his hand, then looked him in the face, his own strangely emotionless. His cheeks were tear-streaked, the only sign of him having noticed what had happened. But once he took it, a light began to glow in them.
Hermione and some other girls repaired the mirrors with their magic, while the guys cleaned up the mess, everyone working in silence, not wanting to speak any more.
Seamus and Collin helped Dean up to the Hospital Wing, Ron grateful that Collin had gotten over his continuous addiction to snapping photos of everything that could ruin one's position in social life.
Harry sat on the bed, a little bit more relaxed now, though still tired. 'Savannah', he repeated in his mind, 'Savannah. That's a nice name', he concluded, smiling a little.
"So, who exactly are you?" he asked, not knowing for sure how to start.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "to begin with, I am soulmate to your professor Gregori. I just came here, because I missed him so much." She fidgeted with her hands, looking downwards for a change. Her form swayed a little from side to side.
"Please, please sit down," Harry said, noticing how she threatened to faint.
She gratefully flopped down onto the soft-feathered mattress, making it bounce slightly with the additional weight. "I'm sorry for intruding," she said, struggling to stay awake. "I just had to talk to you for a moment."
"It's okay. Really, I don't mind your company at all." Harry didn't know how to help her, and was a afraid of finding out as well.
Savannah sighed, not quite so uneasy as before. "It was so unbearably lonely without him, you know."
"Pardon?"
She stared him in the eyes again, with that look that seemed to penetrate through all, just to peek into your very being. "You become restless, continuously worrying about whether or not he's alright. If he's eating well, taking regular showers, the typical stuff."
"Um," Harry was at a loss for words, "what exactly are you talking about, Savannah?"
Savannah looked away, blinking frantically to keep something back. To hide a feeling he wasn't allowed to see. "Please," she whispered, shivering with the rising sun, "please, if you don't love him, then stop what is in motion."
He looked at her in amazement, 'Stop what is in motion?' Harry had no idea what she was talking about, but if- "What exactly are you talking about?"
Her breathing became labored, sweat drops began appearing on her forehead. "Please, Harry, if all this is just some game of wooing and doting, then stop. Deny your love, deny anything you ever felt for him." Savannah grabbed his hand, her vision fading in and out. "For your sake and his own, if it is true and pure, then disregard my words. But please," she looked him once more in the eyes, "if it's puppy love, end it now."
She fell to her side, sound asleep on his bed, Harry even more scared than before.
'What was she talking about?' he looked around for some kind of help, but to no avail. Madame was no where in sight, and her medicaments all seemed unattended to since last night.
Harry sighed, wriggling his hand free of Savannah's without disturbing her slumber. He closed the curtains to darken the room, still not too for sure how much sunlight they can take. Her dark clothing must make the warmth of the sun duplicate itself at least, causing her to get warmer even faster. Harry went to the other side of the bed, gathering his clothes to go change and come back to figure out what to do next.
He gently closed the door behind him, feeling very disordered and doubtful about his new relation with Draco. Having gone at a steady pace down the hall, people would have wondered why he would suddenly break down in the middle of the corridor. 'What am I going to do?'
Draco stalked out of the room, confused even more now. For the first time, he truly felt like he held no love within him for his parents, least of all his mother. The person he should be able to trust the most, and she seemed so treacherous now. His father he could not even begin to describe.
In truth, he had never felt this way before, so doubtful and forlorn. For the first time, he felt like a lost child, terrified and alone, prepared to crumble and forsake all he had ever been. For the first time, he felt human. And he hated this feeling.
'What should I do now?' he asked into the quiet of the morning. Classes had barely begun, breakfast just ending, and he could care less for either. Though his stomach rumbled, he finally decided to take a trip up to Hospital Wing to check upon Harry and see if he was doing any better.
"Draco!" Lolita jogged up to him, panting slightly when she had caught up. "Draco! There's something I need you to test!"
"What?" she was the last person he had wanted to see at the moment, still infuriated at her having lied to him. Her, of all his relatives. "What do you want, Lita?"
She looked at him reproachfully. "Don't talk to me in that tone of voice, Draco."
"Oh? And how should I talk to you?" he wanted to do everything possible in his power to piss her off at the moment, no matter if her news was important or not.
Lolita wanted to glare at him so desperately, but if she started that battle, they probably wouldn't talk with each other for the rest of the week. "Draco, would you quit being such a bastard and listen to me!"
"Why should I?"
"Because I need your help, that's why!" He heard this sentence pass through Lolita's lips, but there was an undefined echo behind it that seemed too deep to belong to a girl. Of course, this repeat belonged to their favorite poltergeist.
"Peeves!" Draco exclaimed, also having not expected him.
"Shh! Not so loud, you imbecilic monkey-faced Blondie!" he whispered fiercely at him.
"What the hell is your problem, Peeves?" Lolita asked him, allowing herself her most menacing glare.
Peeves slightly drifted back, but then quickly advanced to be behind them. "That is my problem, you homicidal wanton. Hell is after me!"
Lolita stared at his remark towards her for a moment, regained her composure, and smiled. "Homicidal-wanton?"
"Yeah, so what?" Peeves looked frantically around him, continuously bobbing up and down in the air.
On his second trip down, Lolita's fist made contact with his jaw, an audible crack clearly rang through that part of the hallway for a few moments.
"Homicidal wanton?" she repeated at him, her body shaking with suppressed rage, ready to burst any moment. "How dare you, a mere nuisance unable to reach heaven OR hell, address me as such? HOMICIDAL WANTON?"
She had vice 1grip on his collar, making his escape impossible. Peeves could tell that his next choice of words would decide his fate.
Draco had gone slightly pale at her sudden fury, surprised that such a little insult could bring forth-such anger. 'Maybe it's that time of year again,' he mused, feeling sorry for Peeves for having crossed her path today.
"Hey, sweetheart, darling," he tried sweet talking her, "I once had a girl like you. Very ill tempered, had a lot of death-threats in store for me. She's actually the reason I'm like this today."
"U-huh." Lolita nodded, still smiling that scary smile betraying any kind of annoyance she felt towards him.
"Well, I always had a little saying for her that cheered her up immensely. I think it would do you a good deal as well. How about it?"
Lolita's expression softened for a moment, in a thoughtful or surprising manner. But she immediately placed that terrifying grin back upon her face and nodded her consent. "Please, Peeves, I would love to hear it."
Perspiration showed on his forehead, but he tried to smile as well, hoping he would survive. "Alrighty then," he cleared his throat.
"Oh, my dearest song-bird. Hold me close in your soft wings and lull me to sleep with your sweet melody. Make it, so that I may dream of this reality. And may reality dream of me, in it's most beautiful times. You are my candle that guides me through the darkest hours of eve, and I am your warmth in cold winter nights. May I be the breeze that surrounds you in your dreams, and you my sun, which I follow to worlds' end."
Lolita looked at him in wonder, bewildered that this mean and disgusting minion could create something so dazzling, so charming. She let him fall to the ground, and moved back, still looking at him. Then she fell over laughing.
Draco just stood there, wrinkling his nose and trying to figure if maybe this was a dream? It would explain some things he'd prefer not to be part of reality, but a Peeves with romantic poetry? This was becoming too much for him to handle. Only he had not found out the source of Lolita's laughter until he looked up a little. Then, he too, collapsed in absolute mirth.
"What?" Peeves was turning red, blushing actually, and Lolita would recall this as a true 'Kodak Moment' like in the muggle magazines she'd read. "What the hell is so freaking funny?!"
He felt a hand grasp his shoulder in a gentle touch, a cool and cruel voice trying to sound . . . nice for a change. "Nothing was funny, Peeves."
Peeves nearly jumped out of his would-be skin and turned around to only come face-to-face with the Bloody Baron. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
"Nothing at all," the Baron shook his head, "your poem was just absolutely astounding, that's all." He smiled.
"IS EVERYBODY GOING MAD HERE?" Peeves began to feel frantic again, hyperventilate to be more specific.
"You seem to misunderstand me completely, Peeves darling," the Baron purred, making it sound more like an affectionate growl, causing Peeves to scream and fly through the next wall.
Lolita and Draco were still on the floor, twitching and gasping for air.
"I wish he would just lose it completely already," the Baron sighed, looking at the place where Peeves made his quick exit. "This is getting extremely tiring."
Before either had enough air to question him, the Baron also made haste for a portrait of a former warlock professor.
Draco was the first to recover, wiping his tears and still panting. He looked around, finding the corridor generally deserted except for Lolita and himself.
"Well", she said after she'd calmed down and made her way to her feet by holding on to the wall, "that was entertaining, I believe."
"I think I should be going now," Draco also found his footage and began to walk away.
"Wait! I still need your help." Lolita held his wrist before he could take another step.
"What do you need me so desperately for?" He pulled his arm free and was about to continue on to the Hospital Wing.
Lolita stood there, began biting her thumb. "I", she stumbled on her words, trying to figure out how to express herself. "I really, really do need your help, Draco."
He turned to face her, a scowl in place again. "And why?"
"Well", her face began coloring from it's usual paleness to a cheeky rose. "I can't tell you."
Draco stood there, sighed, deciding he might need her to do a favor for him later on. "Damn you, but what flipping ding-dong do you want from me?"
Lolita smiled at him, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. "I won't thank you yet, Draco dearest." She grinned, rubbed her eyes and told him to meet her in the library after lunch. "I am supposed to be in Transfiguration anyway, so until later then." Lolita stood there, facing him a moment longer, then couldn't resist giving him a quick embrace. Just to show her appreciation.
Draco watched her back retreating down the opposite way, and decided he had better hurry to Harry and go to classes.
The problem was that Harry wasn't to be found in his former bed, now occupied by a dreaming Savannah. Nor was Madame Pomfrey anywhere in sight.
"Harry?" Draco called through the empty infirmary, wondering where he would have gone. "Harry!"
Finally concluding it a waste to call out his name, he made a quick mind-search to find out where he was. Sighing in relief, he found him in the showers on the fourth floor. 'Maybe I should go check up on him', Draco thought, wondering if he could still keep himself under control.
'Nah, leave that for another time', he grinned, turning around to see Savannah lying in bed asleep. He also noticed the blinds having been drawn to block out excess sunlight into the room. He sniffed once, scenting Harry having tucked the blankets around Savannah's resting form and having shaded the room. His scent was everywhere, making Draco's mind spin in delight.
Heading towards the doors, Draco was almost his upside the head with one as it opened in a rush of footsteps and bodies passing through. "What the-"
"Madame Pomfrey!" Collin was helping Seamus support Dean's weight, just as Ron came in with Neville looking very shaken.
Draco had moved into the shadows quick enough to go unnoticed, but curiosity kept him rooted to the spot.
"MADAME POMFREY!" Ron yelled as loud as he could, looking around for any sign of her being present. But there was no movement anywhere.
"Savannah," Draco mind-thought, standing as still as though a statue, maybe even a part of the wall. "Savannah, wake up."
"Mhm?" She turned, shifted, and moved towards the edge of the bed, resulting in her falling out and hitting the marble-floor bum-first. "Ow!"
Ron had sat Neville down in the chair closest to the medicine cabinet and paced the room. "Who's there?" he called out, pulling his wand from his sleeve, preparing himself for any kind of hex aimed his way. Collin and Seamus stayed behind with Neville.
"Hello!" Savannah popped around the corner as if having expected company any minute now. Her cheeriness made them all pull back a little, or the ones conscious enough to do so. "What seems to be the problem?"
Draco was having a hard-time trying not to laugh out loud. She was being too bubbly for his liking. This was a total façade as far as he was concerned, but seemed to fit her perfectly.
"Um", Ron tried looking for his voice, thinking of a reply, "well, we were looking for Madame Pomfrey and," he looked around for something, or rather someone. "Uh, where's Harry?"
"I'm sorry?" she was entertaining herself too much and Draco could tell.
"Harry Potter?" Ron put his wand away, but was still suspicious about her, "You know, boy with scare on his forehead."
"Oh! There were about three boys I've seen with some kind of mark or the other rather on their forehead, but I think it was the result of serious Quidditch Practice." She grinned quite openly, like a cat keeping her secrets.
Before Ron could question her any further, he heard Dean moan in pain and shook his head, remembering the lateral. "Could you please help our friend? He's been wounded pretty badly, though we have managed to stop most of the bleeding."
Savannah looked around him, and saw Dean standing there, his body trembling in ache that wouldn't stop. They bandaged his hand with an old shirt, though it was thoroughly bled through. Her eyes glazed over, hunger consuming her in one heartbeat, two. The only thing keeping her under strict control now was the knowledge that this was a child, uneducated in any kind of serious defense against any kind of evil. But she was hungry, and that couldn't be denied.
The boys looked at her in worry, wondering why she just stood there looking at his hand in . . . desire. "Are you alright?" Seamus asked, wanting to help his friend, but there was something not normal about her.
Savannah was startled out of her thoughts, back to reality. "Yes, yes of course. I'm terribly sorry." She moved over to where Madame had told her remedies and other plant cures were. "What kind of an accident caused it?"
"Well," Collin finally decided to speak up, though his voice had yet to crack, "he has lots of cuts. Yep, that's the way you could put it."
Draco decided he had found out enough to satisfy his nosiness at the moment and went to see how Harry was doing.
But he still couldn't figure where in the world Madame could have gone. But it seemed that Savannah knew, so he could question her later.
Harry stood under the showerhead, allowing the heat of the water to embrace him. He felt like the hotter it became, the more probable it would be that these bad feelings would go away.
Not even a week had passed and so much has happened. From nemesis to possible lover, cursed by a witch he doesn't even know, under protection and having another ability he hadn't known about. Heir to Slytherin and some psychic Warlock probably as well.
"Dammit!" he slammed his fist against the tiled wall. The impact hurt his fist for only a moment, a moment he could care less about. He leaned his forehead against the coolness of the rock. "This is insane", he muttered under his breath, "why the hell is it always me?"
He kneeled down in the tub, allowing the water to slowly fill it up and poured some bubble formula in. Peasblossom, a sickeningly sweet scent.
Harry let himself sink even further into the porcelain bowl, shivering at the different temperatures of cold and hot.
Though he closed his eyes for a moment, it seemed an eternity had passed. The water had lost some of its suds, though the water was still comfortingly heated. What wasn't familiar was the sensing of someone else being present.
"Who's there?" Harry turned around, making bubbles fly. "I know someone's here!"
Draco stood in the corner, holding himself tightly. He had wanted to just see Harry for a moment, but he hadn't expected to be hit with such a strong urge of lust. It ached desperately, his beast roaring at him with need of release. 'Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!' he swore fervently in his mind.
"Hello?" Harry began to rise, reaching for a towel. If only he knew a wolf were in the room with him. A very dangerous wolf with only very little restraint remaining.
Just the delicate sight of Harry's frame made Draco growl in the back of his throat. Not loud, but clear enough for Harry to estimate in which direction to go. 'Please', he begged silently, 'please don't come any closer'. He was one of the youngest to find his mate so fast, and his restraint was very limited. He has reached his edge. 'You'll be sorry', he thought in slight amusement at his longing, 'please go back. One step closer and-'
"Hello?" Harry stood in front of him now, still holding on to the towel around his waist, looking in every direction possible for someone to hide. Only these bathrooms had only curtains, a painting, and a cupboard, nothing more.
'And we're both going to regret it'. Draco snapped. In an instant, he moved out of the shadows and had Harry pinned down to the ground, barely having time to raise a cry of surprise before Draco had his lips in a possessive kiss.
"Draco!" Harry managed after he had freed himself from the kiss, but was scared by what he saw in his eyes. Need, lust, and a plea for release.
"Oh shit."
A/N: Damn, don't you just hate me now? The end came too soon probably. But hey. And it gets confusing when you're writing this, rewriting 'Romeo and Juliet' Act V, and watching 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'. But it's fun, though! You should try it sometime. And this time I want FIFTEEN REVIEWS before I post the next chapter. Therefore, I should have a month worth of relaxation . . . or however long it takes me to plot the next chapter. Anyway, until next time! (tomorrow's fieldtrip to a Roller-coaster park! YAY!)
A/N: Thank you all for your reviews, but I curse you BioHazrdusMatrial3 (not really, don't worry! .) It's all your fault I'm back here again! You had to be the seventh reviewer, and I was enjoying my time off . . . oh well. Since I'm back, I guess I'll have to start writing again. And I added a little bit of . . . not really graphic but . . . you find out yourselves. Good reading!
Disclaimer: Seen 'em once, seen 'em twice, still nothing has changed. I have no ownership and I probably never will be.
And this is starting in the Great Hall, DURING the time of Draco's and Gregori's exchange of words. Sorry, but this has to be in here to help clear some confusion to be. I really don't mean to make it confusing! Sorry!
Chapter 9- Rock, Paper, Fire
Hermione and Ron had been walking back up to the common room, hand in hand for the first time. It wasn't official of their relationship, and even they still had doubts once in a while. But it didn't mean they couldn't show their affection for each other once in a while.
Their silence was caused by another reason, though. Should they go visit Harry?
"You know", Ron said, interrupting the crushing stillness in the halls this morning, "lots of weird things have been happening lately."
"Haven't you gotten used to that yet?" she snapped unwillingly at him. Hermione was deep in thought and was getting more anxious with each passing moment.
"Sorry," Ron muttered after he recovered from that little shock. Allowing Hermione to pass in front of him to enter the common room, Ron followed even more unprepared for what was to happen next.
A mind-splitting scream filling the whole common room. And it seemed to last for an eternity.
At first no one moved, let alone dared to breathe. Then slowly, the sound of rushing air and footsteps of those having recovered faster rushing to the source of the sound.
The boys' bathroom, shower room to be precise. On the floor of the Seventh Years.
Seamus was the first to enter to see the horrific scenery. "What the hell?"
Dean huddled on the floor, surrounded in fragments of what seemed like glass. Others soon followed, but none passed by him. Ron finally pushed his way to the front to see what was happening. "Oh, bloody hell."
Mirror shards covered the floor, reflecting the thousands of candles shining along the wall, illuminating everything a thousand-fold. Each mirror in the bathroom was broken, shattered into thousands of little crystals scattered over the marble tiles. Deans' hands were covered in blood, the skin scratched up. He was sobbing non-stop, and didn't even react when Seamus slowly walked in slowly, trying to avoid stepping on any more glass to create even smaller pieces.
It wasn't until he walked in, Ron noticed Neville curled up in the corner where the shards didn't quite reach. He went over to him and reached out his hand, offering Neville a support at this moment.
Neville stared at his hand, then looked him in the face, his own strangely emotionless. His cheeks were tear-streaked, the only sign of him having noticed what had happened. But once he took it, a light began to glow in them.
Hermione and some other girls repaired the mirrors with their magic, while the guys cleaned up the mess, everyone working in silence, not wanting to speak any more.
Seamus and Collin helped Dean up to the Hospital Wing, Ron grateful that Collin had gotten over his continuous addiction to snapping photos of everything that could ruin one's position in social life.
Harry sat on the bed, a little bit more relaxed now, though still tired. 'Savannah', he repeated in his mind, 'Savannah. That's a nice name', he concluded, smiling a little.
"So, who exactly are you?" he asked, not knowing for sure how to start.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "to begin with, I am soulmate to your professor Gregori. I just came here, because I missed him so much." She fidgeted with her hands, looking downwards for a change. Her form swayed a little from side to side.
"Please, please sit down," Harry said, noticing how she threatened to faint.
She gratefully flopped down onto the soft-feathered mattress, making it bounce slightly with the additional weight. "I'm sorry for intruding," she said, struggling to stay awake. "I just had to talk to you for a moment."
"It's okay. Really, I don't mind your company at all." Harry didn't know how to help her, and was a afraid of finding out as well.
Savannah sighed, not quite so uneasy as before. "It was so unbearably lonely without him, you know."
"Pardon?"
She stared him in the eyes again, with that look that seemed to penetrate through all, just to peek into your very being. "You become restless, continuously worrying about whether or not he's alright. If he's eating well, taking regular showers, the typical stuff."
"Um," Harry was at a loss for words, "what exactly are you talking about, Savannah?"
Savannah looked away, blinking frantically to keep something back. To hide a feeling he wasn't allowed to see. "Please," she whispered, shivering with the rising sun, "please, if you don't love him, then stop what is in motion."
He looked at her in amazement, 'Stop what is in motion?' Harry had no idea what she was talking about, but if- "What exactly are you talking about?"
Her breathing became labored, sweat drops began appearing on her forehead. "Please, Harry, if all this is just some game of wooing and doting, then stop. Deny your love, deny anything you ever felt for him." Savannah grabbed his hand, her vision fading in and out. "For your sake and his own, if it is true and pure, then disregard my words. But please," she looked him once more in the eyes, "if it's puppy love, end it now."
She fell to her side, sound asleep on his bed, Harry even more scared than before.
'What was she talking about?' he looked around for some kind of help, but to no avail. Madame was no where in sight, and her medicaments all seemed unattended to since last night.
Harry sighed, wriggling his hand free of Savannah's without disturbing her slumber. He closed the curtains to darken the room, still not too for sure how much sunlight they can take. Her dark clothing must make the warmth of the sun duplicate itself at least, causing her to get warmer even faster. Harry went to the other side of the bed, gathering his clothes to go change and come back to figure out what to do next.
He gently closed the door behind him, feeling very disordered and doubtful about his new relation with Draco. Having gone at a steady pace down the hall, people would have wondered why he would suddenly break down in the middle of the corridor. 'What am I going to do?'
Draco stalked out of the room, confused even more now. For the first time, he truly felt like he held no love within him for his parents, least of all his mother. The person he should be able to trust the most, and she seemed so treacherous now. His father he could not even begin to describe.
In truth, he had never felt this way before, so doubtful and forlorn. For the first time, he felt like a lost child, terrified and alone, prepared to crumble and forsake all he had ever been. For the first time, he felt human. And he hated this feeling.
'What should I do now?' he asked into the quiet of the morning. Classes had barely begun, breakfast just ending, and he could care less for either. Though his stomach rumbled, he finally decided to take a trip up to Hospital Wing to check upon Harry and see if he was doing any better.
"Draco!" Lolita jogged up to him, panting slightly when she had caught up. "Draco! There's something I need you to test!"
"What?" she was the last person he had wanted to see at the moment, still infuriated at her having lied to him. Her, of all his relatives. "What do you want, Lita?"
She looked at him reproachfully. "Don't talk to me in that tone of voice, Draco."
"Oh? And how should I talk to you?" he wanted to do everything possible in his power to piss her off at the moment, no matter if her news was important or not.
Lolita wanted to glare at him so desperately, but if she started that battle, they probably wouldn't talk with each other for the rest of the week. "Draco, would you quit being such a bastard and listen to me!"
"Why should I?"
"Because I need your help, that's why!" He heard this sentence pass through Lolita's lips, but there was an undefined echo behind it that seemed too deep to belong to a girl. Of course, this repeat belonged to their favorite poltergeist.
"Peeves!" Draco exclaimed, also having not expected him.
"Shh! Not so loud, you imbecilic monkey-faced Blondie!" he whispered fiercely at him.
"What the hell is your problem, Peeves?" Lolita asked him, allowing herself her most menacing glare.
Peeves slightly drifted back, but then quickly advanced to be behind them. "That is my problem, you homicidal wanton. Hell is after me!"
Lolita stared at his remark towards her for a moment, regained her composure, and smiled. "Homicidal-wanton?"
"Yeah, so what?" Peeves looked frantically around him, continuously bobbing up and down in the air.
On his second trip down, Lolita's fist made contact with his jaw, an audible crack clearly rang through that part of the hallway for a few moments.
"Homicidal wanton?" she repeated at him, her body shaking with suppressed rage, ready to burst any moment. "How dare you, a mere nuisance unable to reach heaven OR hell, address me as such? HOMICIDAL WANTON?"
She had vice 1grip on his collar, making his escape impossible. Peeves could tell that his next choice of words would decide his fate.
Draco had gone slightly pale at her sudden fury, surprised that such a little insult could bring forth-such anger. 'Maybe it's that time of year again,' he mused, feeling sorry for Peeves for having crossed her path today.
"Hey, sweetheart, darling," he tried sweet talking her, "I once had a girl like you. Very ill tempered, had a lot of death-threats in store for me. She's actually the reason I'm like this today."
"U-huh." Lolita nodded, still smiling that scary smile betraying any kind of annoyance she felt towards him.
"Well, I always had a little saying for her that cheered her up immensely. I think it would do you a good deal as well. How about it?"
Lolita's expression softened for a moment, in a thoughtful or surprising manner. But she immediately placed that terrifying grin back upon her face and nodded her consent. "Please, Peeves, I would love to hear it."
Perspiration showed on his forehead, but he tried to smile as well, hoping he would survive. "Alrighty then," he cleared his throat.
"Oh, my dearest song-bird. Hold me close in your soft wings and lull me to sleep with your sweet melody. Make it, so that I may dream of this reality. And may reality dream of me, in it's most beautiful times. You are my candle that guides me through the darkest hours of eve, and I am your warmth in cold winter nights. May I be the breeze that surrounds you in your dreams, and you my sun, which I follow to worlds' end."
Lolita looked at him in wonder, bewildered that this mean and disgusting minion could create something so dazzling, so charming. She let him fall to the ground, and moved back, still looking at him. Then she fell over laughing.
Draco just stood there, wrinkling his nose and trying to figure if maybe this was a dream? It would explain some things he'd prefer not to be part of reality, but a Peeves with romantic poetry? This was becoming too much for him to handle. Only he had not found out the source of Lolita's laughter until he looked up a little. Then, he too, collapsed in absolute mirth.
"What?" Peeves was turning red, blushing actually, and Lolita would recall this as a true 'Kodak Moment' like in the muggle magazines she'd read. "What the hell is so freaking funny?!"
He felt a hand grasp his shoulder in a gentle touch, a cool and cruel voice trying to sound . . . nice for a change. "Nothing was funny, Peeves."
Peeves nearly jumped out of his would-be skin and turned around to only come face-to-face with the Bloody Baron. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
"Nothing at all," the Baron shook his head, "your poem was just absolutely astounding, that's all." He smiled.
"IS EVERYBODY GOING MAD HERE?" Peeves began to feel frantic again, hyperventilate to be more specific.
"You seem to misunderstand me completely, Peeves darling," the Baron purred, making it sound more like an affectionate growl, causing Peeves to scream and fly through the next wall.
Lolita and Draco were still on the floor, twitching and gasping for air.
"I wish he would just lose it completely already," the Baron sighed, looking at the place where Peeves made his quick exit. "This is getting extremely tiring."
Before either had enough air to question him, the Baron also made haste for a portrait of a former warlock professor.
Draco was the first to recover, wiping his tears and still panting. He looked around, finding the corridor generally deserted except for Lolita and himself.
"Well", she said after she'd calmed down and made her way to her feet by holding on to the wall, "that was entertaining, I believe."
"I think I should be going now," Draco also found his footage and began to walk away.
"Wait! I still need your help." Lolita held his wrist before he could take another step.
"What do you need me so desperately for?" He pulled his arm free and was about to continue on to the Hospital Wing.
Lolita stood there, began biting her thumb. "I", she stumbled on her words, trying to figure out how to express herself. "I really, really do need your help, Draco."
He turned to face her, a scowl in place again. "And why?"
"Well", her face began coloring from it's usual paleness to a cheeky rose. "I can't tell you."
Draco stood there, sighed, deciding he might need her to do a favor for him later on. "Damn you, but what flipping ding-dong do you want from me?"
Lolita smiled at him, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. "I won't thank you yet, Draco dearest." She grinned, rubbed her eyes and told him to meet her in the library after lunch. "I am supposed to be in Transfiguration anyway, so until later then." Lolita stood there, facing him a moment longer, then couldn't resist giving him a quick embrace. Just to show her appreciation.
Draco watched her back retreating down the opposite way, and decided he had better hurry to Harry and go to classes.
The problem was that Harry wasn't to be found in his former bed, now occupied by a dreaming Savannah. Nor was Madame Pomfrey anywhere in sight.
"Harry?" Draco called through the empty infirmary, wondering where he would have gone. "Harry!"
Finally concluding it a waste to call out his name, he made a quick mind-search to find out where he was. Sighing in relief, he found him in the showers on the fourth floor. 'Maybe I should go check up on him', Draco thought, wondering if he could still keep himself under control.
'Nah, leave that for another time', he grinned, turning around to see Savannah lying in bed asleep. He also noticed the blinds having been drawn to block out excess sunlight into the room. He sniffed once, scenting Harry having tucked the blankets around Savannah's resting form and having shaded the room. His scent was everywhere, making Draco's mind spin in delight.
Heading towards the doors, Draco was almost his upside the head with one as it opened in a rush of footsteps and bodies passing through. "What the-"
"Madame Pomfrey!" Collin was helping Seamus support Dean's weight, just as Ron came in with Neville looking very shaken.
Draco had moved into the shadows quick enough to go unnoticed, but curiosity kept him rooted to the spot.
"MADAME POMFREY!" Ron yelled as loud as he could, looking around for any sign of her being present. But there was no movement anywhere.
"Savannah," Draco mind-thought, standing as still as though a statue, maybe even a part of the wall. "Savannah, wake up."
"Mhm?" She turned, shifted, and moved towards the edge of the bed, resulting in her falling out and hitting the marble-floor bum-first. "Ow!"
Ron had sat Neville down in the chair closest to the medicine cabinet and paced the room. "Who's there?" he called out, pulling his wand from his sleeve, preparing himself for any kind of hex aimed his way. Collin and Seamus stayed behind with Neville.
"Hello!" Savannah popped around the corner as if having expected company any minute now. Her cheeriness made them all pull back a little, or the ones conscious enough to do so. "What seems to be the problem?"
Draco was having a hard-time trying not to laugh out loud. She was being too bubbly for his liking. This was a total façade as far as he was concerned, but seemed to fit her perfectly.
"Um", Ron tried looking for his voice, thinking of a reply, "well, we were looking for Madame Pomfrey and," he looked around for something, or rather someone. "Uh, where's Harry?"
"I'm sorry?" she was entertaining herself too much and Draco could tell.
"Harry Potter?" Ron put his wand away, but was still suspicious about her, "You know, boy with scare on his forehead."
"Oh! There were about three boys I've seen with some kind of mark or the other rather on their forehead, but I think it was the result of serious Quidditch Practice." She grinned quite openly, like a cat keeping her secrets.
Before Ron could question her any further, he heard Dean moan in pain and shook his head, remembering the lateral. "Could you please help our friend? He's been wounded pretty badly, though we have managed to stop most of the bleeding."
Savannah looked around him, and saw Dean standing there, his body trembling in ache that wouldn't stop. They bandaged his hand with an old shirt, though it was thoroughly bled through. Her eyes glazed over, hunger consuming her in one heartbeat, two. The only thing keeping her under strict control now was the knowledge that this was a child, uneducated in any kind of serious defense against any kind of evil. But she was hungry, and that couldn't be denied.
The boys looked at her in worry, wondering why she just stood there looking at his hand in . . . desire. "Are you alright?" Seamus asked, wanting to help his friend, but there was something not normal about her.
Savannah was startled out of her thoughts, back to reality. "Yes, yes of course. I'm terribly sorry." She moved over to where Madame had told her remedies and other plant cures were. "What kind of an accident caused it?"
"Well," Collin finally decided to speak up, though his voice had yet to crack, "he has lots of cuts. Yep, that's the way you could put it."
Draco decided he had found out enough to satisfy his nosiness at the moment and went to see how Harry was doing.
But he still couldn't figure where in the world Madame could have gone. But it seemed that Savannah knew, so he could question her later.
Harry stood under the showerhead, allowing the heat of the water to embrace him. He felt like the hotter it became, the more probable it would be that these bad feelings would go away.
Not even a week had passed and so much has happened. From nemesis to possible lover, cursed by a witch he doesn't even know, under protection and having another ability he hadn't known about. Heir to Slytherin and some psychic Warlock probably as well.
"Dammit!" he slammed his fist against the tiled wall. The impact hurt his fist for only a moment, a moment he could care less about. He leaned his forehead against the coolness of the rock. "This is insane", he muttered under his breath, "why the hell is it always me?"
He kneeled down in the tub, allowing the water to slowly fill it up and poured some bubble formula in. Peasblossom, a sickeningly sweet scent.
Harry let himself sink even further into the porcelain bowl, shivering at the different temperatures of cold and hot.
Though he closed his eyes for a moment, it seemed an eternity had passed. The water had lost some of its suds, though the water was still comfortingly heated. What wasn't familiar was the sensing of someone else being present.
"Who's there?" Harry turned around, making bubbles fly. "I know someone's here!"
Draco stood in the corner, holding himself tightly. He had wanted to just see Harry for a moment, but he hadn't expected to be hit with such a strong urge of lust. It ached desperately, his beast roaring at him with need of release. 'Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!' he swore fervently in his mind.
"Hello?" Harry began to rise, reaching for a towel. If only he knew a wolf were in the room with him. A very dangerous wolf with only very little restraint remaining.
Just the delicate sight of Harry's frame made Draco growl in the back of his throat. Not loud, but clear enough for Harry to estimate in which direction to go. 'Please', he begged silently, 'please don't come any closer'. He was one of the youngest to find his mate so fast, and his restraint was very limited. He has reached his edge. 'You'll be sorry', he thought in slight amusement at his longing, 'please go back. One step closer and-'
"Hello?" Harry stood in front of him now, still holding on to the towel around his waist, looking in every direction possible for someone to hide. Only these bathrooms had only curtains, a painting, and a cupboard, nothing more.
'And we're both going to regret it'. Draco snapped. In an instant, he moved out of the shadows and had Harry pinned down to the ground, barely having time to raise a cry of surprise before Draco had his lips in a possessive kiss.
"Draco!" Harry managed after he had freed himself from the kiss, but was scared by what he saw in his eyes. Need, lust, and a plea for release.
"Oh shit."
A/N: Damn, don't you just hate me now? The end came too soon probably. But hey. And it gets confusing when you're writing this, rewriting 'Romeo and Juliet' Act V, and watching 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'. But it's fun, though! You should try it sometime. And this time I want FIFTEEN REVIEWS before I post the next chapter. Therefore, I should have a month worth of relaxation . . . or however long it takes me to plot the next chapter. Anyway, until next time! (tomorrow's fieldtrip to a Roller-coaster park! YAY!)
