Hi guys! I actually started this chapter the day that chapter 5 was put up but for some reason I didn't get to finish it. Well, actually for several reasons. I broke up with my boyfriend and then I got a bit of writer's block. I actually had to re-write it several times and it still isn't quite right but I've been keeping you waiting for too long already.
Thank you all for your kind words. Info on Frizzy's Magnetic Attraction is on my bio. How is Harry superficial?
Anyway, I'm sure you're all dying to find out what happens next, so on we go!
Chapter 6 – Instincts
"So as I say, it's heart-warming, really."
The was a pause of silence, in which Seamus was trying to process all of what he had just heard, and Harry was watching him, amused. Everything seemed to be going ok but this was when... Seamus slapped Harry across the face.
"How dare you? You are sick! I can't believe that I almost believed you, you..."
Harry was sure that Seamus would carry on in this fashion for a while and needed things to hurry up.
"Well, that's a lovely thank you, for telling you what Dean wanted you to know. Of course, there was something that he missed out. He forgot to say about how we continued what we had in fifth year but I'm sure that..."
But whatever Harry was sure about, Seamus was sure that he didn't want to know. Wand forgotten, he lunged at the boy, knocking them both to the floor. He didn't even remember everything that had happened afterwards – all he knew (or later found out) was that Harry somehow managed to get a black eye, a nose bleed, blood pouring out of his mouth, a broken rib and several fractures to the skull. Seamus ended up with a tiny bruise.
"I... I take it... you... don... don't want... to s... see the d... d... dagger?" Seamus was shocked to see that Harry was apparently finding it difficult to breathe whilst trying to sound out a simple sentence.
He needed to get to the hospital wing but... what would Madam Pomfrey say? He really didn't want to find out. He knew that it was the wrong thing to do but, as he reasoned to himself, the world would probably be a better place without Harry Potter. Maybe he would be able to find the dagger for himself. He just had to get out of there and fast. After trying, and failing, to cast a quick memory spell on Harry, Seamus hurriedly left the room.
Harry knew that he was perfectly capable of healing himself, probably more capable than Pomfrey was of healing him! However, Seamus needed to get found out. Seamus had to get into trouble for what had happened. Then, everyone in the wizarding world who had known about Harry's relation to Voldemort would then be on his side. He couldn't have people on the other side. That was where his grandfather had gone wrong. He had tried to take over by force, gaining many enemies in the meantime. People had to learn from their mistakes.
The question was who to call. He could just shout 'help', but he doubted that that would be effective enough in such circumstances. It was too overrated and was used too much in fairytales. Who might actually come to his aid, and who might be in the area? He could call for the part-veela, but if he had guessed who owned that high-pitched wail correctly, Draco Malfoy would not want to come to Harry's rescue any time soon. Harry thought that the scream was rather uncalled for, I mean, it wasn't that he had actually got rid of it! He had done what he had thought to be best in the situation and needed it to be one that only he could get rid of because he was sure that many people would be saying 'Finite Incantatum' in the duelling club.
Dumbledore? He would probably want to get Harry out of this mess, only to get him into another one. He would try to use Harry to make himself even more popular. Hermione? Although she was being nice to him and would probably come to help him, he wasn't sure how he would feel, being helped by a muggleborn and also, she would probably be eating her dinner by now. A different Griffindor was laughable – they all hated him. A Slytherin? What about Theodore Nott? No, it was most likely that none of their father's had told their sons and daughters about him – wishing that it was not real and they would wake up soon. Apart from that, they didn't know why Harry had killed Voldemort. He was most likely in their bad books right now. Who else could though? Then, a thought struck him. He wondered why he hadn't thought of her before, although it might be because he had a mild concussion.
"Morana! Morana!" He hoped that she had heard. He knew that she had some clearing up to do and that he was near both the Duelling ClubRoom and her office. "Morana!" That was it. Now he just had to sit, or rather lie and wait.
He didn't have to wait for very long. She had just about finished and was making her way back to her office when she heard Harry's shouts. She ran into the room where he was and was shocked with the sight that met her eyes.
"Oh my! What happened to you? Goodness! I need to get you to Poppy as soon as possible. Wait here! I'll get her!"
Well what else was Harry meant to do? Get up and start walking along, looking like some kind of Zombie? It might be amusing, scaring the first years but... he assumed that Morana had simply gone to her office to ask Poppy to floo over, as they were both there within two minutes of Morana leaving.
As the medi-witch checked Harry over, checking for hidden symptoms, the Professor asked about how it had happened. Harry explained everything, leaving not a single detail out. He told her all about how Seamus had simply leaped on him, blaming him for Dean Thomas' death. He also said about how he had tried to push the other boy off of him but failed and that he had had a full body bind on, which stopped him from getting away. Morana wrote this down and smiled at him with an 'I-know-something-is-up-but-I-won't-interfere-unless-you-ask-me-to-because-I-am-secretly-on-your-side' type glint in her purple eyes. The medi-witch missed this completely and started ranting on about how some of those Griffindors were really starting to get too big for their boots and the such like.
After Harry had been partly healed, Poppy insisted that he had to go to the infirmary to make sure that he would be all right. After all, it wasn't every day that a student got beaten up to such an extent. She had always had a soft spot for the boy, as she had for his father. They were very similar and had both ended up in the hospital wing more times than anyone else in their years. She shook her head and smiled to herself. Harry Potter was very lucky to have such strong skin.
Harry had been thinking. He had thought about everything in his life, everything that he didn't understand. He still didn't understand them but he had thought and it had taken up some of his time. He didn't really need to go to classes. He was thinking some more when Morana walked in.
"Hi Harry, how are you?" Ok, so she was settling for chitchat now, maybe there was another teacher about or something.
"I'm ok, Professor. Much better than before." He offered her a small, weak smile before sighing.
He had been right in his assumption, and was glad about the act that he had put on because Professor McGonnagol strode in quietly, soon after this exchange.
"Mr. Potter, I have spoken with the other party involved and he will be punished. I can assure you of that. How severely will need to be discussed and you are invited to help us decide what it should be. If this were in the muggle world, he would be sent to prison for GBH! I apologise for not seeing this sooner and doing something to stop it..."
As much as Harry loved someone ranting about the evils of the other Griffindors, he really needed to talk to Morana, which was why she had gone there. "No Professor, you did everything in your power. You couldn't have seen it coming, I should have done something." He smiled sadly. "I just didn't think that it would work itself up to this. I'm sorry that I have wasted some of your time, I'm sure that you are very busy with marking and stuff..." There, that should do it, he decided. A perfect little act if he could say so himself. Harry inwardly smirked; McGonnagol was practically under his control, as was Malfoy, Finnigan and anyone else who tried to cross him.
McGonnagol nodded before blowing her nose and walking out of the room. No sooner had this happened, than Morana immediately started asking questions.
"What on earth happened? Why did you do it, and don't say that you were telling the truth because I know that you weren't. You wanted to get him into trouble for some reason. Are you ok?"
Harry's head hurt so much but he scolded himself for being a baby and tried to make sense of what was being said. "Well I was telling him about what had actually happened to Thomas when he was... you know, and I kind of told him something that he didn't want to hear when... I don't know. I don't know why I did it and I don't know anything. I guess it's like... before. My instincts just told me to and I did without asking why. I suppose I did want to get him into trouble but I have absolutely no idea why and I probably won't until I need to. So, even now, I'm just a little pawn. Just a playing piece that anyone can bloody well use whenever they fucking want to. And sorry about the language Morana but as you can tell, I'm a little more than a little annoyed right now."
"Are you ok?"
"What?"
"You answered my other questions but not that one."
"Oh, um... yeah, I suppose so..." Harry laughed, he didn't know why he could open up with Morana but he just could. Maybe it was because she was practically his adopted auntie. Maybe she would be able to actually help. Maybe she could really be an ally. Up until then, Harry had only thought of people as users or usees – if you didn't want to be under someone's control, you had to get them under yours. Maybe that was why he had killed... too many maybes, not nearly enough definites.
Draco had already had his dinner and was sorting through everything that he knew about Harry. Despite the fact that he was slightly embarrassed due to what had happened to his family jewels, he had to make sense of why this was happening. It didn't make sense, but at the same time it did. How else would Harry know such powerful and dark magics? There had been rumours, of course there had, but Draco had simply taken them as that – rumours. What if they had been true? That would explain what his father had said, it would explain why all him friends had gone off him and why his personality had changed so much.
His physical appearance had also changed considerably and not for the worse. It showed that he had gone through lots of physical exercise and training among other things... but why? Why would Harry actually join Voldemort's side? It was actually funny – Draco had purposefully kept himself out of Voldemort's clutches because he knew of the probability of Harry being his mate. Oh, he hadn't admitted it then but he still knew. Besides, why would Harry get so high up very quickly? From what he had worked out, Harry had been close to the Dark Lord's second in command. Also, how come Snape was still alive? So many unanswered questions and he doubted that Harry would answer them.
Speaking of Harry, where was he? He hadn't been at dinner, but that wasn't too surprising as he may have eaten in his own rooms, but it was already time for that detention and there was no sign of him anywhere.
Harry woke up and was feeling much better. He blinked a couple of times before looking around him again and jumped. There was someone sitting next to his bed. That someone was not the same someone who had been there when he fell asleep. Luckily, the other person had not noticed Harry getting startled by his presence.
"Why the fuck are you here?" Harry sneered. How had he known that he was here? No one else knew about what Malfoy was, and therefore couldn't have told him... could they? He hadn't expected Morana to go blabbing to everyone.
"Sorry," came his reply. "I was just worried about you when I heard... I mean Weasley was at the Griffindor table saying that Finnigan had beaten you up and so I had to see... are you okay?"
Trust them to go around telling everyone. Finnigan was probably the new Golden Boy of Griffindor for that. Not for long though, he would get what was coming to him. Soon everyone would be completely under Harry's control. Everyone would owe him something and then he could continue where his Grandfather had left off. Only Harry knew that force was not the answer – he would take over from the inside where no one would stop him.
"Yeah," Harry forced himself to smile. "I'm feeling much better than I was. I'm sorry I didn't turn up for the detention... Professor. I'm afraid I was slightly... preoccupied. Please don't punish me too badly."
The way that Harry said that went straight to Draco's groin and he groaned. That reminded him that he had to ask Harry what he'd done.
"Um... yeah. That... that's ok. Listen, what did you do? I mean, there had better not be any permanent damage done because, well you know, my um... what did you do?"
It was all that Harry could do not to burst out laughing at Draco's completely helpless face – he looked like a little lost puppy. "Well, I'm sure that you could see what I did. I simply reduced the size of your dick in a way that only I could reverse it. It was the only way, I assure you, I mean, you don't think that I would just do that for the pure fun of it, do you?" Harry then sat up, revealing the fact that he wasn't actually wearing a top, as well as many, many muscles.
Draco gasped at the sight before looking away and muttering to himself.
"Are you ok?" The was no answer.
"Malfoy, what's the matter?" Still nothing.
Harry sighed. "Draco Malfoy, I demand that you immediately tell me exactly what is running through you mind at this exact instant." Of course, Draco would have to say and Harry could tell that he didn't want to say it.
Draco shot Harry a look of pure shock before looking at his feet and speaking. "I was thinking about what that skin would feel like, touching mine and wishing I could know what it would feel like to have you squirming underneath me." Then he looked into the other boy's eyes and continued. "I... I was even thinking about mating... you know, the first time... and others. Mostly I was just thinking about you. How delicious you skin will taste, How sensitive you are. You babbling and saying how much you love me. If you scream when you cum. Just everything about you and me, together in Body, Heart and Soul."
Harry simply raised an eyebrow in response. "The thing is, Draco, that all you will ever get to do is think, wish, hope and pray. We will never be together. The only thing that you might possibly get is my body. My soul has already been shattered and my heart is completely frozen. Nothing you ever do can change that." Harry smirked but inside he was just about realising just how truthful that was. "Anyway, do you want me to take that spell off of you now? I can whenever you want me..." But his words were said to no one as Draco had already left.
A/N2: There you go, no horrible cliffy at the end either. P.S. DOES ANYONE WANT TO BETA???? PLEASE!!!! I know I really need a Beta but no one has said they will be. It's great fun and you'll get sneaky previews on what happens as well as helping this get up quicker and better.