Game of Seduction
PG-13
Ryo Angel
....= thoughts
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
The bulge in Draco's bed stirred and all was calm. The second bulge in Draco's bed stirred and all was in chaos. "What the...!" The Boy-who-lived sprang up, unaware of his nakedness, "What are you doing in my bed?" He growled.
Draco looked at him like a zombie and yawned, "Who? Wha...?" He rubbed his eyes like a little lost boy and smacked his lips, blinking slowly as he stared at the Boy-who-lived. "Harry." He smiled and closed his eyes before they flew opened again, "Harry!" His eyes widened, "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Harry asked, "What are YOU doing HERE?"
Draco leaned back in his bed and smiled, amused, "It's my room. What's your excuse?"
"Your... your..." Harry sputtered before he looked around, "Your room..." He said meekly, a cool draft came through and he became aware of his unique situation, "Gah!" He reached for the blankets and pulled them off Draco, "AH!" He turned around in a hurry, "God, don't you wear any clothes?"
Draco stayed where he was, finding great amusement in this situation they were in, "Don't you?" He tossed back, delighted when a rosy blush flushed through the Gryffindor Prince, "I don't know why you're so shy..." Draco stood up and walked over to the taller man and softly whispered, "After all we've done yesterday..."
Harry shivered as he remembered the touches, the caresses, and most of all, the loving. "Shut up."
Draco moved away from Harry and searched his face, "Do you regret it?" He asked softly.
The look Harry gave him made him flinch. Harry's whole face was contorted with disgust and Draco couldn't bear to meet his eyes, "Regret it? Of course I regret it!" I regret that I wasn't sober to savor our first time together...
Draco looked away and swallowed his tears, "Get out." He said hoarsely.
"Gladly." Harry looked around for his clothes, "As soon as I'm halfway decent..."
"Now." There was steel in his voice as Draco practically shoves The-Boy-Who-Lived-to-be-a-Bastard out the door. As soon as he was gone, Draco dropped down to the floor, tears overflowed and streamed down his cheeks.
It had been perfect last night. Harry had been so loving, so willing. Everyone had said that a person is one-third sober even when they're drunk. They just lose all their inhibitions. So why did he deny it? Why did he not want it? "WHY?" Draco cried out in his empty room, the musky smell of love-making still hanging in the air, "Why?" He whispered hoarsely. Curled up in a ball, he sat there exhausted, too heart-broken to do anything.
In the Head girl's room, both occupants were awakened by a loud cry. Disoriented, they gradually became aware of another in their bed. "Ron?" Hermione was the first to awaken fully.
"'moine?" Ron rubbed his eyes before he became aware of where he was, "Hermione?" He jumped out of bed and she was relieved to see him wearing clothing. She was half panicking when she found herself in bed with him. She took stock of herself and didn't feel any more different then she normally would. She still felt whole.
"Relax Ron, nothing happened..." Except for some steamy kisses. She shivered and smiled at the memory, "We kissed, that's all."
"Thank Merlin." Ron breathed out a sigh of relief, "I was so worried..."
"What?" Hermione took offense, "What were you worried about?"
"That I took advantage..." Ron trailed off and shrank back, "I didn't mean it to happen... what happened last night... I... you... it was all of a sudden, and then you did the... and then I..."
Hermione smiled at his little blabbering and laughed slightly, holding up her hand to his lips, "One question," She tilted her head, and allowed Ron to see the vulnerability in the depths of her eyes, "Did you regret it?"
Ron flushed as he shook his head.
"Good, because I didn't either." She replaced her hand with her lips and gave him a chaste kiss, "But this does mean you're taking me to the Valentine's Dance." If you want something done right...
"Of course."
Hermione smiled, "You better get back to the Gryffindor dorm room... I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."
"All right."
They shared another small kiss and after Ron left, Hermione ran giddily to Draco's room, "Draco, you would never guess..." Her eyes widened at the naked dragon lying on the floor, naked and alone, "Draco?" She moved towards him, "What happened?"
Draco lifted his head and whispered one word. One word that brought a chill to Hermione's bones, "Harry."
Harry Potter was currently in his private dorm room, clutching at his scar and tried not to cry out in pain. After all, Draco was probably in worse pain than he was. He had to do it. If he didn't, then his dragon would be used against him... and he wouldn't... couldn't allow that. "Never." The throbbing pain was a signal that he would soon see another vision. "Argh!" He clutched his head in pain and his breathing grew ragged as he saw Voldemort rampaging through Hogwarts, "No!" He cried out as he saw his beloved facing Voldemort, wand in hand, but his eyes... his eyes were lost. They looked so rejected. The sadness in its depths was enough to make the strong Gryffindor Prince weep. All that he had tried to prevent came at him as the vision played itself out. Voldemort had captured Harry's own dragon and used him over and over again for his own twisted pleasures, discarding the battered and beaten Draco to the Dementors once he had no more uses. One by one, the Hogwarts students fell and was used. One by one, all that he had known and loved; all those that he had tried to protect; they all came under Voldemorts rule. And they all perished.
"This can't be!" Harry pounded the floor with his fists, "All that I've worked for! All that I've done!" His tears came out uncontrollably and he cried, curled up in a little ball, his fists slowly coloring the floor red with life. "All that I've worked for…" He whispered as the fuzzy image of Hermione came into view and then blessed oblivion.
The Headmaster sat down with a heavy sigh. He had just heard from the school nurse about Harry's condition and it worried him to no end. Harry was getting worse. Day after day, week after week, the visions were slowly killing him. In some ways, he felt it was his fault. He should have made Harry go to training to control the visions that attacked him. He should have pressed the issue of developing his Healer instincts. Instead, he sat back and watched at the Boy-who-lived slowly leave them. Pressing his thumb and index finger in the space between his eyes, Albus Dumbledore sent for Snape. If anyone can help Harry, it would be the Potions Master.
May Merlin help them all.
Author's Notes
The Good - Voldemort dies.
The Bad - I won't be updating as much.
The Ugly - Possible character death.
Poor Draco... poor Harry... But no worries, they'll get back together. All will be forgiven. The chapters would have a somewhat serious turn to it... and then a surprise. It's a cute little surprise that I think you all would enjoy. Somewhat bittersweet though... But I'm not telling. Not yet anyways.
Anyways, I'm going to be busy with college, work-study, studying and all that crud. I'll probably post the next chapter around the end of Sept/beginning of Oct. Hope you guys don't mind too much.
....= thoughts
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
The bulge in Draco's bed stirred and all was calm. The second bulge in Draco's bed stirred and all was in chaos. "What the...!" The Boy-who-lived sprang up, unaware of his nakedness, "What are you doing in my bed?" He growled.
Draco looked at him like a zombie and yawned, "Who? Wha...?" He rubbed his eyes like a little lost boy and smacked his lips, blinking slowly as he stared at the Boy-who-lived. "Harry." He smiled and closed his eyes before they flew opened again, "Harry!" His eyes widened, "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Harry asked, "What are YOU doing HERE?"
Draco leaned back in his bed and smiled, amused, "It's my room. What's your excuse?"
"Your... your..." Harry sputtered before he looked around, "Your room..." He said meekly, a cool draft came through and he became aware of his unique situation, "Gah!" He reached for the blankets and pulled them off Draco, "AH!" He turned around in a hurry, "God, don't you wear any clothes?"
Draco stayed where he was, finding great amusement in this situation they were in, "Don't you?" He tossed back, delighted when a rosy blush flushed through the Gryffindor Prince, "I don't know why you're so shy..." Draco stood up and walked over to the taller man and softly whispered, "After all we've done yesterday..."
Harry shivered as he remembered the touches, the caresses, and most of all, the loving. "Shut up."
Draco moved away from Harry and searched his face, "Do you regret it?" He asked softly.
The look Harry gave him made him flinch. Harry's whole face was contorted with disgust and Draco couldn't bear to meet his eyes, "Regret it? Of course I regret it!" I regret that I wasn't sober to savor our first time together...
Draco looked away and swallowed his tears, "Get out." He said hoarsely.
"Gladly." Harry looked around for his clothes, "As soon as I'm halfway decent..."
"Now." There was steel in his voice as Draco practically shoves The-Boy-Who-Lived-to-be-a-Bastard out the door. As soon as he was gone, Draco dropped down to the floor, tears overflowed and streamed down his cheeks.
It had been perfect last night. Harry had been so loving, so willing. Everyone had said that a person is one-third sober even when they're drunk. They just lose all their inhibitions. So why did he deny it? Why did he not want it? "WHY?" Draco cried out in his empty room, the musky smell of love-making still hanging in the air, "Why?" He whispered hoarsely. Curled up in a ball, he sat there exhausted, too heart-broken to do anything.
In the Head girl's room, both occupants were awakened by a loud cry. Disoriented, they gradually became aware of another in their bed. "Ron?" Hermione was the first to awaken fully.
"'moine?" Ron rubbed his eyes before he became aware of where he was, "Hermione?" He jumped out of bed and she was relieved to see him wearing clothing. She was half panicking when she found herself in bed with him. She took stock of herself and didn't feel any more different then she normally would. She still felt whole.
"Relax Ron, nothing happened..." Except for some steamy kisses. She shivered and smiled at the memory, "We kissed, that's all."
"Thank Merlin." Ron breathed out a sigh of relief, "I was so worried..."
"What?" Hermione took offense, "What were you worried about?"
"That I took advantage..." Ron trailed off and shrank back, "I didn't mean it to happen... what happened last night... I... you... it was all of a sudden, and then you did the... and then I..."
Hermione smiled at his little blabbering and laughed slightly, holding up her hand to his lips, "One question," She tilted her head, and allowed Ron to see the vulnerability in the depths of her eyes, "Did you regret it?"
Ron flushed as he shook his head.
"Good, because I didn't either." She replaced her hand with her lips and gave him a chaste kiss, "But this does mean you're taking me to the Valentine's Dance." If you want something done right...
"Of course."
Hermione smiled, "You better get back to the Gryffindor dorm room... I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."
"All right."
They shared another small kiss and after Ron left, Hermione ran giddily to Draco's room, "Draco, you would never guess..." Her eyes widened at the naked dragon lying on the floor, naked and alone, "Draco?" She moved towards him, "What happened?"
Draco lifted his head and whispered one word. One word that brought a chill to Hermione's bones, "Harry."
Harry Potter was currently in his private dorm room, clutching at his scar and tried not to cry out in pain. After all, Draco was probably in worse pain than he was. He had to do it. If he didn't, then his dragon would be used against him... and he wouldn't... couldn't allow that. "Never." The throbbing pain was a signal that he would soon see another vision. "Argh!" He clutched his head in pain and his breathing grew ragged as he saw Voldemort rampaging through Hogwarts, "No!" He cried out as he saw his beloved facing Voldemort, wand in hand, but his eyes... his eyes were lost. They looked so rejected. The sadness in its depths was enough to make the strong Gryffindor Prince weep. All that he had tried to prevent came at him as the vision played itself out. Voldemort had captured Harry's own dragon and used him over and over again for his own twisted pleasures, discarding the battered and beaten Draco to the Dementors once he had no more uses. One by one, the Hogwarts students fell and was used. One by one, all that he had known and loved; all those that he had tried to protect; they all came under Voldemorts rule. And they all perished.
"This can't be!" Harry pounded the floor with his fists, "All that I've worked for! All that I've done!" His tears came out uncontrollably and he cried, curled up in a little ball, his fists slowly coloring the floor red with life. "All that I've worked for…" He whispered as the fuzzy image of Hermione came into view and then blessed oblivion.
The Headmaster sat down with a heavy sigh. He had just heard from the school nurse about Harry's condition and it worried him to no end. Harry was getting worse. Day after day, week after week, the visions were slowly killing him. In some ways, he felt it was his fault. He should have made Harry go to training to control the visions that attacked him. He should have pressed the issue of developing his Healer instincts. Instead, he sat back and watched at the Boy-who-lived slowly leave them. Pressing his thumb and index finger in the space between his eyes, Albus Dumbledore sent for Snape. If anyone can help Harry, it would be the Potions Master.
May Merlin help them all.
Author's Notes
The Good - Voldemort dies.
The Bad - I won't be updating as much.
The Ugly - Possible character death.
Poor Draco... poor Harry... But no worries, they'll get back together. All will be forgiven. The chapters would have a somewhat serious turn to it... and then a surprise. It's a cute little surprise that I think you all would enjoy. Somewhat bittersweet though... But I'm not telling. Not yet anyways.
Anyways, I'm going to be busy with college, work-study, studying and all that crud. I'll probably post the next chapter around the end of Sept/beginning of Oct. Hope you guys don't mind too much.