A/N: Alright everyone, again my time has been cut short but I would like to warn the lot of you ahead of time. This chapter goes by extremely fast and will be a little hard to keep track of so it as best you can. Thank all of you for reviewing and here it is....
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Where we last left off...
"And so you stripped in front of Draco and Zambini to get in?" she folded the shirt than unfolded it and did it again.
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Chapter Four: Or is it....
"I didn't do that," his voice was slightly muffled by the water as he let it run through his hair, his head tilted back. Draco stared at Harry through the curtain as Harry washed his hair, his eyes seemingly focused on the drops of water that were running through it that he could somehow see, "I simply asked Draco for a towel is all."
"Sure," Cally stated sarcastically, a disbelieving eyebrow raised, "well be quick about finishing up, I want my pillow soon." She walked out of the bathroom, pulling Draco along with her.
"Hn." Was heard before the door was closed softly behind the pair.
"Mr. Malfoy..." Callasandra told him disapprovingly, stating that she was not exactly proud of him through the tone and way she said his name. Draco took a moment to look ashamed before continued to undress in relative silence. Callasandra did the same, taking off her pants and folding them, along with her shirt, which she had unfolded previously. Draco walked to the bed in his boxers, noting to himself to take a nice shower in the morning, when he awoke. Harry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waste, and suddenly all thoughts off sleep disappeared in the light of the steaming Gryfindor, the steam rolling off his body in waves. Cally glanced at him and smirked, climbing into bed after rolling back the covers. "Well don't just stand there. Get some boxers on so I can sleep." Callasandra huffed, looking like a five year old, crossing her arms.
"I'm hurrying," Harry chuckled softly, walking over to Draco's dresser and pulling out some boxers that tied in the front so he could fit them. The towel he wore dropped to the floor and Draco felt himself gasp at the picture perfect behind of the Boy-Who-Lived, no wonder Voldemort wanted him so much, who wouldn't want that piece of ass? Harry pulled the boxers over his thighs and walked over to the bed, not noticing the way Draco stared at him from his spot of only a few feet from the bed. Harry crawled in, being pulled by Callasandra who pulled him under the covers almost forcefully. "Something doesn't feel right..." Harry said, trying to get comfortable as Callasandra snuggled up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist and tossing a leg over him.
"You're right," she huffed after also trying to get settled but couldn't.
"I know!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up suddenly making Callasandra have to sit up as well, Harry pointed at the still staring Draco, who's mouth had hit the floor by now, "It's all your fault!"
"You're right! Get your butt in here!" Callasandra exclaimed, also pointing at him. The blonde Slytherin fell over once again, not believing them. By the time the Malfoy heir got himself together he found that he was being snuggled into by a very sexy Gryfindor and a cute little vampire was snuggling into that sexy Gryfindor, who just happened to be firmly against his chest at the moment, the rest of his body aligned with the other's, soft, petal like hair tickling his nose in its smell of the ocean... His body definitely liked this contact. Draco sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he waited for the long night to end...
Callasandra woke up with the sun, the very dim light streaming to the end of the bed but not touching her. She yawned slightly and stretched, moving away from the warmth of Harry as she climbed out of the bed. Smiling lightly at the picture the two cuddling boys made she went into the bathroom. For a moment she stared at her reflection, something was extremely off about her. Slowing, she took inventory of herself. Her hair was the same color, eyes the same if not as large as they had been, height the same...that was it. Her skin. The once pale, paper colored smooth membrane gleamed slightly and its white color was now a little darker, almost Harry's color. She sniffed herself for a moment. She smelled almost exactly like the raven-haired boy. Shaking her head slowly, as if she could not believe what was happening she ran into the room.
Jumping on the bed silently, she pulled back the sheet that covered Harry's mouth slowly, not making any sound as not to disturb them. His lips were parted slightly and his breaths were light, tickling her sensitive fingertips for a moment. She shook her head again, putting her cool digits to Harry's bottom lip and pulling down slightly. A light gasp echoed throughout the room, and the raven-haired boy stuttered slightly, opening lighter green eyes.
"No..." Callasandra whispered as she stared into his eyes, letting her hand drop from his lips.
"Cally? What's wrong?" Harry asked, moving Draco's arm from around his waist and sitting up in one fluid motion.
"No..." she repeated, backing away from him slightly, standing from the bed.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, speech slightly slurred. His tongue hit something sharp in his mouth, feeling somewhat jagged. He looked down for a moment, running his tongue over that sharp point again before moving his hands to it. Another gasp echoed through the room and sharp, light green eyes looked to Callasandra. "Cally?" Harry questioned, scared. He moved toward her, crawling onto the bed. The shorter of the two backed away.
"Oh Harry..." she whispered, shaking her head, stopping her backward motion and stepping to him, "Oh Harry..." she repeated, wrapping her arms around his head as she began to cry silently.
"What happened to me?" he asked, holding onto her desperately. He felt great, like he could just get up and fly but the feeling scared him and his eyes were too clear, his teeth too sharp, hearing too focused.
"Harry?" came the groggy question from the left side of the bed and one Draco Malfoy sat up, looking to the two of them. Harry turned to him a little. A third gasp silenced the silence of the room. Harry buried his face into Callasandra's breast to hide through Draco's shocked gaze. Was he that ugly? Was he deformed? Cally shook her head. She should have felt it before. The boy was too abnormal to be normal, too powerful to be human. She shook her head again and cuddled his head, wrapping her arms more tightly around Harry. She should have felt it last night, should have felt the Boy-Who-Lived come into his powers. Harry was a vampire by blood.
The gargoyle protecting the head master's office burst into flames, the cinder falling as the figure of a very angry vampire walked through it. Dumbledore's door turned to ash and Callasandra's eyes burned in slits.
"You fucking bastard! You knew! You knew!" random things began to explode and a sorrow-filled look over-came the headmaster's features. The presence of her uncle did not help calm her, only heightening her anger in the thought that her own blood knew what she did not. "How could you?" she exclaimed, the head master's desk split in half as she walked toward it, the now open middle burning with white flames. "He's your fucking protégée and you didn't tell him! He was to have a life! He was to be one! Was to be! Not now, not now!" she shouted, or more so sobbed as angry tears drenched her pale face. She closed her eyes as she began to shake. "You betrayed him, you betrayed all of us," she whispered and with that, left back toward the tower, her long black, Serverus Snape like robes fluttering furiously in the white fire that consumed the steps she took and a single blood tear fell to the floor...
Draco sat staring at Harry, lips parted slightly as he took in the paler skin and pale, piercing gaze that followed the steps the pacing Callasandra made. Harry's eyes were wide as he watched the pacing vampire. He watched as a lashing, black aura flared and retracted every now and again. The aura he usually felt, but could not see, usually comforted him, but now chills ran up and down his spine.
"Make me one," Draco said suddenly, looking to Cally and the raven-haired girl stopped dead, turning to him slowly.
"What did you say?" She whispered, stepping to him slightly slit eyes narrowing at the blonde.
"Make me one," he repeated, looking to Harry and then to her.
"What are you saying?" she whispered, closing her eyes to try and calm herself.
"I want to be like you and Harry."
"How dare you?" she hissed, opening black eyes to him. Both eyeballs-the entire eyeball- had turned an eternal black and she took a step toward him.
"Cally?" Harry called.
"No one asks to be created," she hissed, "no one chooses a life like this for himself or herself. And you want to be like us? You want to be dead but alive, you want to be different. God knows you already are. I gave you the choice to live a full life, to become old and die like I never will, and now, like Harry never will. How dare you turn your back on that." With that she left. Her black robes and dark aura lashed at Draco, the icy air chilling the prince of Slytherin and he looked to Harry to see the black haired Gryfindor with an unfitted frown upon his face.
"Draco..." Harry began.
"No!" the Slytherin exclaimed, standing his silver gray aura that was once somber lashing out at Harry, making the Gryfindor cringe away for he could see it. "Everyone's angry at me because I don't understand what anything is like! On my birthday of all days! How am I suppose to know what people feel if no one tells me, if no one shows me? I want to be like you, Harry! Fuck, I want to be like Cally! I want to be Cally! I want to touch you like she does! Talk to you like she does! I want to have that life! I don't want to be a bloody Veela! Did you hear that, Harry? I'm a fucking Veela and I can't even have a chance to find my mate because I'm worrying over you! Hell, I'm confused! I just want to be like the two of you! Why is that so complicated?" Draco ranted, yelling his lungs out and pacing in front of the wide-eyed seated Gryfindor.
"Draco, I..." Harry tried to say.
"No, just...leave me alone," and with that the blonde left. Harry stared after him, his mind reeling. This was too much to take in...Draco...veela...him...blood ...vampire...Cassandra...auras...love...friends... Considering he had only found out all these things days ago, he'd say he was doing a pretty good job...just days ago he was enemies with Malfoy...just days ago... Why was everything happening like this for him? Harry shook his head.
"Potter? Harry Potter?" He heard and his head snapped up, having been staring at the floor so intently, looking around. His eyes met with a pair of big, blue ones, and not the kind of big eyes you would see on a child but the kind of big eyes on an elf. The figure that stood before him could have only been described as such. Long silver hair flowed over his shoulders, his pale blue lips in a smirk as he stood in front of the dazed Gryfindor. "Are you Harry Potter?" Harry nodded torpidly, "Well, it's nice to meet you, my name is Muse," his alto voice creased Harry's enhanced hearing and he was only vaguely aware of the hand offered as he stared. What are you doing? What about Draco? A shake of his head brought the Golden Boy back to the living.
"Muse? I don't mean to sound rude but what are you?" Harry, though plagued with thoughts of the Slytherin, could not rid himself of the dreamy glisten in his eyes, the green orbs fixated on the silver haired beauty.
"Oh, you could never be rude, Potter," the figure smirked, holding out a long wooden stick to Harry, maybe a little bigger than a wand. "I'm what my name says I am. I am Muse, a muse if you will. If you want to put definition to me in scientific terms I'd have to say I'm a figment of your imagination... But beside that fact I am here to give you this." Muse twirled the wooden stick in his hand in front of the wide-eyed Harry Potter, gesturing with his other hand for the Gryfindor to take it.
"What is it?" Harry asked, holding his hand out to take it, only to have Muse pull it away.
"It's a flute, you've been chosen to play her," again he twirled the thing, the flute, in his hand.
"Huh?" he said eloquently. Muse raised an eyebrow at how intelligent Harry made that sound.
"You do know what a flute is, right?" he asked, kneeling in front of Harry. The Gryfindor nodded slowly, mouth hanging slightly open as he stared. "So play," he tossed the flute into Harry's hands which lay on his lap, palm's up, "I'll be around, call me if you need me." With that Muse disappeared with a gust of wind.
Harry shook his head, opening his eyes. It appeared that he had fallen asleep on the chair. The Gryfindor sat up slowly, holding the urge to stretch out and yawn loudly; for some odd reason he felt it probably was not appropriate. Shaking the silly thought off he went to stretch, only to clutch something wooden to his chest. Looking down, his slightly lidded eyes widened at the flute in his hands.
"You're awake," the whisper broke through his momentary shock, "I thought you'd never wake up." Harry snapped his head toward the familiar voice of Draco. He gasped softly. Wild white-blonde locks laid around broad shoulders, strains tucked behind pointed ears, slit eyes looking to him. Harry drew back from the sight. "Don't be afraid," Draco said hastily, moving forward from his position on the bed, "please don't be afraid of me..." He slid off gracefully, his bare feet touching the floor soundlessly.
"Draco?" Harry asked, standing from the chair, flute in hand, backing away from the changed Slytherin, "did Cally...?"
"No," Draco said softly, advancing on the retreating Gryfindor, "this is my Veela form...I'm sorry I yelled at you," he stopped directly in front of the shorter male; looking down at him adoringly, "please don't be angry with me." He whispered leaning down the inches it took to close the space between himself and the Gryfindor whose back was currently almost flush against the wall.
"Y-you c-came into y-your I-inheritance? T-Today...?" Harry questioned, looking at him wide-eyed through his flush, Draco's face getting closer with every word until soft lips brushed against his own softly, then deeply as he was pressed into the wall. Draco's tongue glided between his slightly parted lips eagerly, pressing his body against Harry's and pushing the stunned Gryfindor against the wall. The blonde's hands grabbed at Harry's wrist, pushing him nearly painfully into the wall with his body and pulling his wrist above his head. Despite the almost painful position, Harry groaned low in his throat, the sound peculiarly like a growl, causing the Veela to become even more eager, pressing his newly discovered (to Harry anyway) bare midsection into the Gryfindor's own clothed nether regions. Through out this all he had yet to drop the flute, the wooden thing, to Draco's utter annoyance, seemed to be glued to his hand.
"Draco!" A voice shrieked, bringing the dazed and pinned raven-haired boy to his senses. The Veela had frozen in his assault, deciding to cause the person that interrupted him from taking what he wanted great pain, turning to said person who happened to be fuming in the door way. Harry was shaking horribly, turning to the figure that stood in the doorway behind Draco. Callasandra stared at the scene before her in fury and confusion but the fury was winning when her eyes zoomed in on the blood running down Harry's arms from wear they were held above his head, all she saw was red. Lashing her arm to the side, Draco flew off of the trembling Gryfindor. Cally ran to his side when he slid down the wall. "Harry, Harry are you okay?" she asked, placing a cool hand to his cheek. He jerked away at the contact, pale eyes looking to her before he disappeared...
Callasandra and Draco both paced back in forth in their room. They had gone to Snape, Remus, Sirius, Dumbledore, hell they had even contacted Draco's father to find Harry. The blonde had regained his original form after being knocked out from Cally's blow. After coming to he had searched for Harry's presence but found himself cold and alone, though Madame Pomprey and Callasandra sat by his bed. He was furious with Cally for reasons he didn't know and a picture of the missing Gryfindor as blur of pleasure and ecstasy accompanied all that he remembered. It was now bordering on midnight, Draco and Callasandra having thrown their classes to the wind in the absence of the raven-haired beauty.
"Where could he have gone...?" Callasandra murmured over and over again pacing across the room furiously though her heavy steps made no sound on the black marble floor. Both stopped their furious steps at the sound of an instrument being played. The angelic melody floated around them, gliding in and out of their every sense. The sweet tune tasted sugary in their slightly open mouths. The Melody caressed parts of bare skin. The sound made the back of their heads hum in curiousity and wonder. The almost visible notes dancing in the air as if they wanted them to follow, the smell of something intriguing on the other end of the rope pulling them to see what lay ahead. And so both followed.
Opening the window, Callasandra looked down, followed by Draco's piercing gaze, which swept across the grounds of Hogwarts to land on a small shadowed figure by the lake. With a look to Cally and a nod they appeared on the other side of the lake, across from the shadowed, humanoid figure and so walked around the body of water in silence, both pairs of eyes never leaving the figures. Upon reaching a few feet from the figure the nameless form began to take shape. Pale skin gleamed in the little light the half moon had to offer and the facial features of one Harry Potter appeared. His brow was furrowed slightly, lips lightly pressed to the wooden source of the wonderful sound. Eyes closed lightly, the Gryfindor played the flute, delicate fingers moving gracefully over the small holes in the wood, body swaying slight as he played, only clad in a pair of black silk pajama pants. Both Draco and Callasandra had to retain from jumping for joy at the sight of him, both stood about a yard away, watching as Harry played the somewhat sad tune. The song ended on a long G and the wooden flute was lowered from slightly swollen lips; the Gryfindor opened his eyes.
"Oh," he exclaimed when he caught sight of them, jumping slightly when his pale green eyes met Draco's.
"Harry..." Callasandra said softly, stepping forward once. Harry broke the eye contact he shared with Draco to look to Cally. He had never seen her look more tired or more relieved, "where have you been?"
"Are you ok?" Draco followed, taking a step forward.
"Yes," at the sound of his voice Draco stopped his advancement, staring at him wide-eyed along with Callasandra, "I'm fine. I'm sorry I disappeared like that. After you found me," here a light blush spread across his cheeks, "I was wishing I was anywhere but there and so I ended up here, at the lake. I've been here for most of the day, playing this lightly." He smiled, holding up the flute for them to see momentarily. His voice had dropped an octave or two and instead of the light, slightly high boyish tone his tone reflected that of the elf's, Muse. The alto pitch made the already unimaginably sexy Gryfindor a little too hot to handle.
"Shall we proceed to our rooms?" Draco asked, snapping out of it before Callasandra but still staring at Harry as he gestured toward the castle.
"I suppose so, I was starting to get a tad cold," the feathery laugh brought Callasandra back to the land of the conscience and she followed closely behind the blonde and the Gryfindor...
Harry sat in front of Dumbledore's desk, watching as his two best friends paced back and forth, well, one of them anyway, the latter of the two, Ron, had taken to staring at him intently.
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I hope you liked it and I can't wait to update, nice twist in the next chapter, it's a killer smirk