Chapter Two: Griffin
Harry lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, surrounded by his hangings.
Sleep, here sleepy sleepy sleepy, won't you be my friend. Arg, this is nuts I'm begging for sleep.
He groaned and rolled over, burying his head in his pillow. He closed his eyes, willing himself to lose consciousness. Finally the fates complied and he slipped into the world of dreams.
He found himself in the flame of the lighter Draco had held in the compartment. He felt strangely connected to the fire, like he could feel what it was feeling. It seemed to speak to him: first anger, then indifference, then finally calm. He watched it rise toward the sky, as if an angry fist cursing the heavens or begging forgiveness. He noticed the swirls of smoke that seemed to curl into hands, God clapping He thought.
Then the fire faded, leaving behind a white void. It was strangely comforting, letting him be alone for a while, without the pressures of saving the world. He sat down, cross-legged, and waited for something to happen. It did.
Pictures began to form on the walls. Pictures of men. Harry gasped as he saw one who looked remarkably like him. The other boy, the one wrapped up in his arm, looked eerily like………………..Malfoy?
The pictures changed to a different scene. This one a girl was in the background, laughing as the blonde tried to dunk his look-alike.
The pictures continued to change, showing Harry visions of castles and kingdom, of happy times and sad times, and of……….erotic exchanged between the blonde and his 'twin'? He watched as the two lovers showed affection in very interesting……………is that even possible?……………..ways.
Finally, the screens went blank and Harry found himself alone. He sat, thinking, wondering what the hell was going on. When no answers came, he sighed. It figures, even in dreams I end up with more questions then answers..
I watched from his bedside, poor Heathiel, he has no idea what is to come. Well, atleast he knows of his past, though he might not know it is such. Perhaps we should take a look at out angel?
Draco twisted and turned, trying hard to escape the horror he was watching. So much blood, so much terror, but why? Why was it like this? He watched as a war raged on in front of him, until with a strangled scream he was pulled from his dream.
"Quiet, you'll wake the others." His eyes fluttered open meeting those of his dorm mate, Blaise.
"Shut up." Was his weak reply as he sat up. The dorm was black with night and Draco could hardly make out Blaise's outline.
"Well someone's grumpy." Blaise grinned. I smiled, he and Blaise had been good friends since their fathers had introduced them at one of their 'business meetings'.
"Blaise, for once in your life do me a favor."
"What's that?"
"GO AWAY!" Draco screamed, pushing Blaise toward his own four-poster bed. Blaise frowned, it wasn't like Draco to be angry at him.
"What's wrong Dragon?" He reverted back to Draco's nickname knowing that the blonde would soften.
"I don't know." Draco sighed and leaned back against his headboard, moving over to allow Blaise room to sit. "I just feel………different. Like I'm being watched by someone."
I gulped, he couldn't feel me………could he? I jumped from the windowsill at which I sat and rushed from the room. The powers would not like this at all.
The next morning Draco woke up with the feeling of being rather……….uncomfortable. Looking down he found that he and Blaise had fallen asleep, him lying slightly on top of Blaise. Groaning, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and quickly shook Blaise awake.
"What?" The blue eyed boy snapped.
"Get up you dolt! Class starts in half an hour!" The two hurriedly got ready throwing on the first thing they could find. Practically running to the Great Hall, Draco didn't notice Harry turning the corner and ran, head-first, into the black-haired boy.
"ow." Draco deadpanned. He looked down to see who he had landed on.
"It seems the more we try to stay apart the more we end up bumping into each other." Harry muttered, sitting up on his forearms, he rubbed his head and winced as he felt the large bump forming there.
"You ok, Potter?" Blaise asked, helping Draco off the Gryfindor. He nodded,
"Yeah, happens all the time." As he stood he felt a sharp pain in his side. Draco saw him wince.
"Come on, let's go see Madam Pomfrey. She'll give you a pain relieving potion for you head and your side and maybe and fix that mental problem." It was a cheap shot, but Draco was having trouble coming up with insults.
"Shut up, Malfoy." But the retort lacked emotion and Draco smirked.
"I'll tell your tag-a-longs." Blaise volunteered. Harry nodded, then stood, throwing his arm around Draco's shoulder using him for support.
When they reached the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey quickly proceeded to bandage Harry, feeding him potions for his head and rubbing salve over his bruised side. Draco sat calmly next to the nursing bed, watching her work and smirking as Harry flinched.
When she was done she said, "Now, you sit here for a minute while I get a few extra potions for you to use if the pain comes back. Do. Not. Move."
"But Madam Pomfrey, it's nothing really I……….." Harry tried to protest, but the nurse quieted him with a glare. Once she had left Harry turned to the blonde.
"What are you smirking at?" He asked, angrily.
"Nothing, just relishing your pain." Harry rolled his eyes. Then, grabbing his glasses, he jumped from the bed, pulling his satchel over her shoulder and started to the door.
"She told you not to leave." Draco's voice was snide, but Harry thought he could hear a slight undertone of worry and turned.
"Why do you care?" It was said as if he was amused, not just curious.
"If you leave before your healed and you get hurt I'LL be the one blamed." Once again Draco knew that it was weak, but he wasn't about to admit to being worried about the other boy.
"Whatever." Harry's voice had gone cold and he turned toward the door again, but Draco stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Listen, just wait for Madam Pomfrey, okay?" It was meant to sound exasperated, but sounded more desperate then anything. Draco didn't know why, but he had the uncontrollable urge to make sure that Harry was alright.
I materialized on the bed, grinning. This was when it would get interesting. It reminded me of when the boys first started caring for each other. Would you like to see?
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Heathiel, Roskales were eating dinner when a large crash was heard from the entrance hall and they heard Circe yell, "Hurry! Draconis has been hurt! Please help!" They rushed to meet the two, stopping when they got close enough to see the bloodied body of the angel lord.
"What happened?" Heathiel asked, examining the damage.
"We were on out way here to ask you about the truce treaty and we were attacked."
"By who?"
Here Circe began to stutter, she didn't seem to want to tell.
"Ummmm……………err………well, you see he………he kinda…………..ummm………"
"Tell me Circe." Heathiel snarled, wincing as he saw Draconis flinch. Circe sighed,
"Just a few demons who didn't like us on their turf, Riddle and Lucionius. They began to throw knives at my lord. They didn't touch me, but they hit him a few times." She began to slow near the end, noticing the look of anger that had clouded Heathiel's eyes.
"Roskales, kill them." It was a hissed order, but held as much force as if he had yelled it. Roskales hurriedly obeyed, flying off to find the evils.
Turning back to Draconis, Heathiel began to bandage him. Halfway through, Draconis began to stir. Opening his eyes, the young lord looked up at Heathiel and smiled, "You are foolish."
"Why's that?" Heathiel asked, finishing his bandaging.
"You do not know of the stories?" Draco asked, his smile wider. Heathiel shook his head.
"At the end of all the fairy tales, the damsel always kisses the hero." They had inched closer as they said this; Circe turned away, disgusted by the sheer cliché-ness of it all, but looked back at the next words.
"Well then, you might as well kiss me then." With as laugh Draconis closed the distance between the two and a moan escaped him as their lips met.
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They moved a bit faster then their reincarnations, but all good things come in time I suppose.
Harry was about to retort when Madam Pomfrey returned, carrying two bottle of potions.
"Now, put this on whenever the pain comes back. You have a few bruises, but that's all. It will be tender if you don't use the salve. Now, get to class you two."
She then headed into her office leaving the two boys to their own devices.
"Can I leave yet mum?" Harry asked, sarcastically.
"Yes, and don't forget to change your underwear." Draco replied in a high, falsetto voice, sending them both into a fit of laughter. As they walked to their first class, Care of Magical Creatures, they continued to talk, teasing each other and discussing Quidditch.
Once they reached Hagrid's hut Draco handed him the note Madam Pomfrey had given them and went to stand with the Slytherins. Harry joined Ron and Hermione at the table where they were learning how to de-poison Hasslehoofs.
"What was that about?" Ron sneered, "You and the ferret are suddenly best mates are you?" Jealousy laced his voice. Harry sighed, "We were just talking."
"Since when do you and Slytherins 'Just talk'?"
"Stop it, Ron. Harry can talk to who he wants to talk to." Hermione said distractedly and she worked on the Hasslehoofs.
"Oh so now your on his side?" Ron asked angrily.
"I'm not on anybody's side. For goodness sakes Ron, grow up!"
"FINE!" With that Ron began to sulk. Harry frowned, he knew Ron wasn't about to let it go that easily, but at the moment he would let it go. Maybe the peace would be kept, for now.
Skit: Well, I hope you liked it! Hahaha, it's kinda short………but that's ok. I'll write more soon, bye my luvvies! Read and Review!!!!!!
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Harry: ohhhhh Skit you shouldn't have done that
Skit: why not?
Draco: I LOVE FOAMY!!!!!!!!!
Harry: more then you love me?
Draco:………………….I don't know
Harry: Pouting I hate you Skit
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