Game of Seduction
PG-13
Ryo Angel
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Star-crossed Lovers
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He hissed as the blade sliced through him neatly and cleanly. He turned his gaze to the mirror on his right and stared at the reflection that he hated to see. In what little light that his dark room offered, he could see the traces of what was left of his humanity. "Harry Potter..." He murmured as he felt his blood flowing from his arm and down to the floor into a puddle, the smell of tainted life heavy in the room, "Soon..."
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"Come what may..." Draco stared out at the water and smiled dreamily as he thought back of the last few days. Harry recovered from his fall and is slowly recuperating, working with the Order of the Phoenix to prepare for the upcoming battle. They spent the nights in each other's arms, sprawled lazily in bad. "Come what may..." He whispered again as he stood up and stretched, turning back to his broom that he left on the white sand. He had spent the day at the beach with Hermione and Ron... Draco chuckled as he thought of Ron. There was so much animosity between the two of them before... and now, friendship is the only thing offered.
Draco sighed as he saw the witch and the warlock coming up, laughing as they raced each other. Harry was once again with the Order of the Phoenix... Draco's eyes lost their luster, when will his beloved finally be free of his burden? When Voldemort is at last dead? But... will Harry regret his death?
Shaking his head, Draco picked up his broom, well aware of the secret in his family... but he mustn't tell. Never tell. But...
"Draco!!" Hermione's voice snapped him out his thoughts, "Been yelling your name for a while now..."
His lips curved into a mischievous smile, "My my, my and here I thought Ron was satisfying you... well, if you should ever need a REAL man..."
"Back off ferret face!" Ron poked him with his broom, wrapping one arm around Hermione possessively, "Mine."
The trio laughed and as they mounted their brooms and started their flight back to Hogwarts, Draco can't help but think that two years ago... even one year ago, none of them would have imagined this scene. But walls were breaking and life is good. If only...
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The Boy-Who-Lived leaned back on his chair exhausted. He had been arguing with his fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix for hours now and the strain was getting to him. Rubbing at his scar, he wondered when this will finally end. For six years the battle raged on. Will it take another six years for this conflict to finally be resolved?
He gasped slightly as his scar started to ache, but this time there was no pain and the ache was almost sweet. He groaned slightly as another vision took him into its arms, but this was no vision of what was yet to come. Instead, he saw his mother... and Tom Riddle?
"Tonight Lily..." Tom begged, his arms tight around her, desperately holding on, "Please, just meet me tonight."
The brown-haired witch wouldn't meet his eyes, she knew she'd acquiesced if she did, "I'm getting married tomorrow Tom," She whispered, "I can't."
"You can." He pressured, "One last night, that's all I ask."
At that Lily turned her eyes on him, "And what about what I ask?" She took pleasure at his flinch, "All I have, all I am would be yours if only..."
"It's too late for me." Tom saw the fire in her eyes when he interrupted, the passion, the courage, and his love for her grew, "Before you're taken forever away..." Lily could feel his breath on her lips and unconsciously licked them, "Before it's all over, give me this last night. Give me one last glimpse at the light..."
"Tom..." Any resistance disappeared as his lips met hers.
Lovers. They were lovers...
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He woke up with a gasp and felt arms tighten around him. Shivers ran up his spine as he clung to the body that was flushed against his. His body was covered in a cold sweat and Harry was only dimly aware that Draco was stroking his hair and whispering soothing nothings into his ears.
"Draco..." Harry let out a deep breath and relaxed against Draco in the solitude of Draco's room, "I saw him."
"Who?" The dragon continued to hold onto his precious love, wanting to take away the pain.
"HIM." Harry stressed, "Voldemort, Tom Riddle... HIM."
Fear grew as each word was stressed, "And my mother."
Draco's arms tightened around Harry at the mention, "Oh?" He kept his voice neutral and his breathing calm, what else did Harry see?
"My mother and Voldemort..." He shook his head, "No, not Voldemort. Tom. They were lovers."
Draco's whole body froze and he let out the sigh he held since he came across the information, "And so?"
Harry pulled back from Draco, "My mother was Voldemort's lover!" He exclaimed.
"Again, and so?" Draco fought to keep his tone neutral and his face expressionless. What can he say? What can he do? Harry had already found out this much. He mustn't find out the rest.
Harry rests his head on the palm of his hands and sighed, exhausted by all that he had to deal with, "I don't know. I don't know what to think anymore."
Draco pressed his lips together and stood up, "You're tired." He said gently, "Why don't you get some rest?" Slowly pushing Harry down, he leaned forward and kissed the-Boy-Who-Lived's forehead and brushed a stray lock away from his eyes, "I'll wake you for supper."
Harry nodded, closing his eyes and drifting off into quiet slumber.
Draco looked at his gentle Gryffindor Prince and let out a deep sigh, "What am I going to do?" He muttered as he left in search of the one that can sort all of this out for both him and his lover - Voldemort.
As he left, Harry slipped back into his visions.
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Caught in the throes of passion, Lily tossed her head back and gasped as new sensations stole over her and she moaned out her lover's name.
He grunted in reply and they both cried out as ecstasy captured them in its web. As he waited for her to come down from the plateau of ecstasy, he watched her, trying to memorize every detail of her face, the way the light touches her shoulder, shimmering and effulgent. "I love you." He breathed, rolling her over and pulling out of her in order to hold her tight against his body, "I love you..."
Lily smiled sadly, knowing this was the last time she'd ever hear those words from his lips. She wanted so badly to be with him for the rest of their lives, but why? Why did he have to choose the road of darkness? Are they destined to be star-crossed lovers? Despite her happiness at the moment, she couldn't stop the tears as they streamed down her cheeks, burning him as they fell.
"Shh..." He tried soothing her, "Lily..."
She shook her head, "It doesn't matter anymore." She shrugged off his protecting arms and stood, "Nothing matters anymore."
She spoke a quick spell to dress and before she left, she hesitated, wanting to tell him something important. Something that would affect the both of them, "I love you." She finally managed, thinking better of it. "Good-bye."
Tom Marvolo Riddle watched his sunlight leave him and he could feel the oppressing darkness draw him ever closer to its dead unbeating heart. "Good-bye." He whispered, gasping when he felt a heartbeat.
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Author's Notes: Bwahahahahaha!! Bet you think you know what's going to happen next eh? EH?? Bet you can't guess!
Next chapter update sometime before Thanksgiving, so check back around the third week, I should have it up by then.
Excerpt: "You think you could take her away from me." He laughed long and hard, "Guess what spoiler, she will always be mine. Even in death, she is mine." His eyes grew hard, "You hear that?!" He growled, "MINE!"
PG-13
Ryo Angel
---
Star-crossed Lovers
---
He hissed as the blade sliced through him neatly and cleanly. He turned his gaze to the mirror on his right and stared at the reflection that he hated to see. In what little light that his dark room offered, he could see the traces of what was left of his humanity. "Harry Potter..." He murmured as he felt his blood flowing from his arm and down to the floor into a puddle, the smell of tainted life heavy in the room, "Soon..."
----
"Come what may..." Draco stared out at the water and smiled dreamily as he thought back of the last few days. Harry recovered from his fall and is slowly recuperating, working with the Order of the Phoenix to prepare for the upcoming battle. They spent the nights in each other's arms, sprawled lazily in bad. "Come what may..." He whispered again as he stood up and stretched, turning back to his broom that he left on the white sand. He had spent the day at the beach with Hermione and Ron... Draco chuckled as he thought of Ron. There was so much animosity between the two of them before... and now, friendship is the only thing offered.
Draco sighed as he saw the witch and the warlock coming up, laughing as they raced each other. Harry was once again with the Order of the Phoenix... Draco's eyes lost their luster, when will his beloved finally be free of his burden? When Voldemort is at last dead? But... will Harry regret his death?
Shaking his head, Draco picked up his broom, well aware of the secret in his family... but he mustn't tell. Never tell. But...
"Draco!!" Hermione's voice snapped him out his thoughts, "Been yelling your name for a while now..."
His lips curved into a mischievous smile, "My my, my and here I thought Ron was satisfying you... well, if you should ever need a REAL man..."
"Back off ferret face!" Ron poked him with his broom, wrapping one arm around Hermione possessively, "Mine."
The trio laughed and as they mounted their brooms and started their flight back to Hogwarts, Draco can't help but think that two years ago... even one year ago, none of them would have imagined this scene. But walls were breaking and life is good. If only...
----
The Boy-Who-Lived leaned back on his chair exhausted. He had been arguing with his fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix for hours now and the strain was getting to him. Rubbing at his scar, he wondered when this will finally end. For six years the battle raged on. Will it take another six years for this conflict to finally be resolved?
He gasped slightly as his scar started to ache, but this time there was no pain and the ache was almost sweet. He groaned slightly as another vision took him into its arms, but this was no vision of what was yet to come. Instead, he saw his mother... and Tom Riddle?
"Tonight Lily..." Tom begged, his arms tight around her, desperately holding on, "Please, just meet me tonight."
The brown-haired witch wouldn't meet his eyes, she knew she'd acquiesced if she did, "I'm getting married tomorrow Tom," She whispered, "I can't."
"You can." He pressured, "One last night, that's all I ask."
At that Lily turned her eyes on him, "And what about what I ask?" She took pleasure at his flinch, "All I have, all I am would be yours if only..."
"It's too late for me." Tom saw the fire in her eyes when he interrupted, the passion, the courage, and his love for her grew, "Before you're taken forever away..." Lily could feel his breath on her lips and unconsciously licked them, "Before it's all over, give me this last night. Give me one last glimpse at the light..."
"Tom..." Any resistance disappeared as his lips met hers.
Lovers. They were lovers...
---
He woke up with a gasp and felt arms tighten around him. Shivers ran up his spine as he clung to the body that was flushed against his. His body was covered in a cold sweat and Harry was only dimly aware that Draco was stroking his hair and whispering soothing nothings into his ears.
"Draco..." Harry let out a deep breath and relaxed against Draco in the solitude of Draco's room, "I saw him."
"Who?" The dragon continued to hold onto his precious love, wanting to take away the pain.
"HIM." Harry stressed, "Voldemort, Tom Riddle... HIM."
Fear grew as each word was stressed, "And my mother."
Draco's arms tightened around Harry at the mention, "Oh?" He kept his voice neutral and his breathing calm, what else did Harry see?
"My mother and Voldemort..." He shook his head, "No, not Voldemort. Tom. They were lovers."
Draco's whole body froze and he let out the sigh he held since he came across the information, "And so?"
Harry pulled back from Draco, "My mother was Voldemort's lover!" He exclaimed.
"Again, and so?" Draco fought to keep his tone neutral and his face expressionless. What can he say? What can he do? Harry had already found out this much. He mustn't find out the rest.
Harry rests his head on the palm of his hands and sighed, exhausted by all that he had to deal with, "I don't know. I don't know what to think anymore."
Draco pressed his lips together and stood up, "You're tired." He said gently, "Why don't you get some rest?" Slowly pushing Harry down, he leaned forward and kissed the-Boy-Who-Lived's forehead and brushed a stray lock away from his eyes, "I'll wake you for supper."
Harry nodded, closing his eyes and drifting off into quiet slumber.
Draco looked at his gentle Gryffindor Prince and let out a deep sigh, "What am I going to do?" He muttered as he left in search of the one that can sort all of this out for both him and his lover - Voldemort.
As he left, Harry slipped back into his visions.
-------
Caught in the throes of passion, Lily tossed her head back and gasped as new sensations stole over her and she moaned out her lover's name.
He grunted in reply and they both cried out as ecstasy captured them in its web. As he waited for her to come down from the plateau of ecstasy, he watched her, trying to memorize every detail of her face, the way the light touches her shoulder, shimmering and effulgent. "I love you." He breathed, rolling her over and pulling out of her in order to hold her tight against his body, "I love you..."
Lily smiled sadly, knowing this was the last time she'd ever hear those words from his lips. She wanted so badly to be with him for the rest of their lives, but why? Why did he have to choose the road of darkness? Are they destined to be star-crossed lovers? Despite her happiness at the moment, she couldn't stop the tears as they streamed down her cheeks, burning him as they fell.
"Shh..." He tried soothing her, "Lily..."
She shook her head, "It doesn't matter anymore." She shrugged off his protecting arms and stood, "Nothing matters anymore."
She spoke a quick spell to dress and before she left, she hesitated, wanting to tell him something important. Something that would affect the both of them, "I love you." She finally managed, thinking better of it. "Good-bye."
Tom Marvolo Riddle watched his sunlight leave him and he could feel the oppressing darkness draw him ever closer to its dead unbeating heart. "Good-bye." He whispered, gasping when he felt a heartbeat.
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Author's Notes: Bwahahahahaha!! Bet you think you know what's going to happen next eh? EH?? Bet you can't guess!
Next chapter update sometime before Thanksgiving, so check back around the third week, I should have it up by then.
Excerpt: "You think you could take her away from me." He laughed long and hard, "Guess what spoiler, she will always be mine. Even in death, she is mine." His eyes grew hard, "You hear that?!" He growled, "MINE!"