"I want to know Harry." Draco murmured.
"What?"
"What was it like? Being here? Before you knew who you were."
Harry said nothing.
"Harry?"
"I'm sleep." Draco punched him in the arm.
"Ow!" Harry held his arm to his side, glaring at his lover.
"Oh, don't look at me like that!"
Harry continued to glare.
"I want to know," Draco repeated, pouting at Harry who was still holding his arm. "It didn't hurt that much." He pounced back on Harry, pinning him to the chair, the arm between them.
"Bi-polar?" Harry raised his eyebrows while trying to adjust their positions. /yes. He is a blond(2)! I don't know anyone who has mood swings like this. Not even Mione.(3)/ He laughed to himself.
"What?" Draco replied, sounding very British. Harry was laughing at him!
"Never mind." Harry calmed down before answering. "It was different."
"Stay on one subject, would you." Draco frowned.
"Being here. It was different." Harry searched his mind for what to say. "More freedom, for one. Tom has been great, except for the times when I was scared to death of him. But he never hurt me. Never did anything to me outside of training. He helped me with the unforgivables, though I rarely use them." Harry winced. "Painful, I can say. Though satisfying if used in the right manner."
Draco laughed.
"What?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Piers!" He was almost cackling before he brought himself back to a normal level.
Harry could only stare. "And... you thought of him why?"(4)
"I don't know." Draco stared back.
"You're scaring me, Draco." Harry would have moved away but his boyfriend still had him pinned to the chair.
"I scare myself sometimes." Draco's silver eyes glittered back before he kissed Harry lightly. "But that's what I love about me."
"Narcissist."
Draco pouted.
"At the rate that you do that, it's going to wear off at some point, you know."
"It doesn't seem to have stopped having an effect yet." Draco leered. "You still give me whatever I want."
"Only because I love you."
"Well I love me to."
"..." Harry didn't even have to say anything.
"Ok, I love you too." Draco said reluctantly, rolling his skyward.
"..." Harry still stared.
"Really!" Draco started to panic. Maybe Harry didn't believe him.
He saw the dread on his loves face and decided to give him a break. Besides, his leg was falling asleep. "I know, love. I was just joking."
"Very funny." He buried his head in Harry's neck before sitting strait up. "I want to go out. All of us!"
"You want to go out. Now?"
"Yes, of course now." Draco jumped off of Harry and stood in front of him. "We need a break, Harry. You, me, Blaise and Granger."
"I thought that you were past calling her that." Harry smirked.
"I can't help it. I will admit to being her friend, isn't that enough?" He glowered at Harry, daring that he contradict him.
"Well, it is better than calling her mudblood, so I can't argue. Much." Harry replied. "So, where are we going?"
"I don't know. We could just look around, find something. We just need to have fun. It's almost Christmas and all any of us can think of is doom and gloom."
Harry smiled. It wasn't such a bad thing. Everything could wait just a little while longer.
Harry reached out his hands, letting Draco pull him up. "Let's just go see Tom first. I want to make sure that there's no reason we can't."
Draco held his hand into his own, smiling.
Tom gave them his blessing (along with invisibility cloaks) to leave for the evening. The cloaks were for if they needed to make a fast getaway, Harry having been sighted using Avada Kadavera and all. Even if they were travelling into the muggle area, for safety.
Harry and Draco walked hand in hand to Blaise and Hermione's room, as Draco was now sharing Harry's.
"How did it feel?" Draco asked suddenly, upon leaving the room. The room that they had quickly vacated after entering the first time. Apparently Weasly was receiving his punishment. Honestly, he knew that something had to be done about him. But... that was taking it bit to far. Draco shuddered. Eww... Weasly in bed. Not that he didn't like to hear him screaming in terror. But still...
"What?"
"To kill someone."
Harry was silent for a second. "I honestly don't know. I don't really remember." He looked confused. "It's like I know that I killed someone, but I don't really remember being there. I remember casting the killing curse, though." Draco couldn't read Harry face. It was one of the few times that Harry shut him out. He didn't like it.
"Interesting." Draco stared at the ground in front of him as he walked, trying to figure out what happened. "What was it over, anyway?"
"It was a group defecting from the Deatheaters. They didn't think that Tom was letting them kill enough of the muggles. He sent me and a few others in the inner circle to stop the uprising. But, with my luck, my mask was torn off by one of the defectors. He yelled that he wanted the world to see what had become of their hero. Now I can't show my face in the wizarding world, anyone would turn me over to the ministry."
"Harry, there is so much I don't know about you, now. A whole different life." His silver eyes glanced around a bit as they walked, as he hadn't been able to really look around before.
"No, you're just missing a few minor facts." Harry paused. How to go on? "You know almost everything important. Only other thing is that I have a sister. In fact, that's one reason why I can't, and won't, be with Nagini."
"Harry, are you saying that Voldemort's pet snake is your sister." /stranger by the second./ "How?"
"Tom and my mother had an affair. They dated actually. Ran away together. Then they had Nagini. But as far as I know she doesn't know. Either that or she's avoiding me, which is understandable." /speaking of Nagini, I have to talk with her later/
The conversation was put on hold when they arrived at the room. Harry knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came a tired voice from the other side.
"Us."
They heard Hermione's reply and entered the dark room. The only light was from a lamp on the desk.
"Are you two alright? We wanted to go out tonight, if you're up to it. Draco felt that it was time for some fun." Harry said sombrely. It was hard not to be in the gloomy atmosphere.
"Maybe later. Just give us about half an hour then come get us." Hermione said. She was still lying on the bed beside Blaise, on top of the covers. He had fallen asleep a little after their talk. "I'll wake it to see if he wants to go. Go ahead and get ready though." Then she smiled, suddenly. "We do need it, don't we?"
"Well considering that you were just lying here awake in this dark room for who know how long, yes I think so, Granger." Draco teased.
"Are you even going to call me Hermione?" She raised a dark eyebrow at him.
"Are you ever going to screw with Blaise?" He narrowly avoided the book thrown at him that had been left on the bedside table.
"That's none of your business Draco! And besides how do you know we haven't." Her face flushed pink with anger.
Both Harry and Draco went pale at the thought, on the other hand.
"I don't want to think about that Mione. Please, I beg of you, don't make me think about that." Harry started turn light green. More of a lime colour, if possible.
"Honestly woman, there are some things that a person shouldn't know." Draco stared at the girl in front of him, trying to clear his mind of the unwelcome image.
"Is it only girls that like to think of two guys being together?" she asked with wide eyes.
They just stared.
"Well, that was a bit random, wasn't it?" Hermione replied.
"Yes. Well... going to get dressed now before you get any weirder." Harry pulled Draco out the room and left Hermione to wake Blaise.
/I can't believe this! My brother! And father kept this from me all this time. He never told me... I can't believe Severus kept this from me!/ Nagini seethed.
She hadn't left her room since she was told of the predicament that she was in.
/and father let my do this! He should have told me before I made a fool of myself./ She clinched her teeth, gnashing them together, before she was forced to calm herself. /it's times like this that I wish that I had never moved in with father after he was brought back./
(flashback)
A small child cries in her bed. Only of about three years old, or so.
Not a death eater answers her call because they are to busy fleeing the scene before the aurors catch them. Among them was Severus Snape.
He heard her, though, and tore through the pandemonium to reach the girl. She immediately calmed once in his arms. He knew that he would be the one to take care of her until his master returned. He would not leave her like the others.
(end flashback)
He had been like a father to her. Severus had raised her all on his own, and had always put her well-being over his own. He had kept her a secret at his home; servants had watched her while he was away. But I didn't take long for her real father to return. He had loved her just the same, even if she was raised by another.
And then Harry arrived here. Severus still treated her like his own but he was oddly protective of Harry to. /and now I know why. He was always loyal and protective of anyone in the Riddle line. Not that Harry is really a Riddle. He is a Slytherin as well, though. Snape would be obligated to protect him... Him being my dear younger brother also explains why Snape flinched every time I made a fool of myself, proclaiming love/
Arg!! She felt like she was going out of her mind. Nagini had to find a way to make since of everything, it felt like her head was spinning.
A thought occurred to her. Her and Harry never slept together. /thank Slytherin.../ she shivered.
"So what did you think was going on in there?" Harry asked while he buttoned his shirt.
"I don't know." He glanced at Harry before walking over to his wardrobe. Draco rummaged around before coming around a light grey silk shirt. He tossed it to Harry who just held it and looked at the one he had on. They where the same shirt. Only the one he had on was... black. "You always were black or green or blue. Second thought!" Draco grabbed his wand and turned the one that he already had on a bright red. "T'is the season to be jolly after all!" /I wonder what he's getting me…/
Harry looked at Draco like he had grown another head... other than the two he already had. He burst out laughing.
"What?" Draco shouted looking for some pants for himself. He knew that there was a nice pair of grey slacks in here somewhere, damnit. He had seen them only a minute ago.
"Nothing." Harry simply smiled while studding himself in the mirror. They had decided to have dinner first, then dancing. They had to find something that would work for both. And hopefully some desert later if he was lucky.
"You thinking about me, aren't you." Draco had turned around and was smirking at him. He held the pants in his hand along with a black t-shirt.
"So what if I am?" A smirk plastered on his face as well, emerald eyes glittering.
/he looks so sexy like that./ Draco thought. Some of Harry's hair had fallen in his eyes, but didn't cover what he was feeling. /Damn./ "Well, you're going to have to wait for later. There's no time now."
"Then put your pants on." Harry leered for a second before grabbing the brush from the stand.
He could barely make out Draco muttering behind his back. "I heard that, Dray."
"Who me?" Harry had to give it to him. He could pull off the innocent act when he wanted to, but Harry knew him too well.
He just grabbed Draco's hand and led him to the other room. Maybe Blaise was up.
Just as they got out the door Hermione was leaving their room. She was wearing a dark gold long sleeve shirt, with black skirt. Hermione had also left her hair down. Blaise was closing the door behind her. He wouldn't look Harry in the eye.
"I'm sorry; I won't be able to go. I've got something I have to do," He said quickly before walking off, hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Wh-" Harry was cut off when Hermione shook her head.
"Not now." Harry nodded back.
"You're coming?" Draco asked. He would worry about Blaise later. He wouldn't do anything stupid without talking to them first.
"Yeah. Just let me get my wand." She ducked back in for a second. "Let's go." They followed her to the carriage waiting outside.
There was a loud bang on the door that startled Tom out of his thoughts. /Who could that be?/
It wasn't one of his followers, he could feel it. /Must be one of Harry's friends./ No one else could have gotten into the castle.
"Enter." The door slammed open to reveal a boy openly glaring at him.
"I have to speak with you," he said in a low voice. He stayed standing when Tom offered him a chair.
"What about?" /this could prove to be interesting.../ He lead back in the chair and propped his feet up on and empty space on the bed, his dark hair falling behind him.
"You don't fool me, you know." He said as calmly as he could.
"Why would I want to? There's nothing to hide here. I've already spilled all my precious little secrets."
"Yes, but not all. I came to confront you on behalf of my parents."
"You're a Zabini." It was not a question. He had been told by Lucius Malfoy how they had plotted against him. He had been grateful when they had been locked away. Until he came across a diary.
"Yes, and because of you they are in prison." Blaise snipped. His light blue eyes were like ice.
/Yes, he had his father's eyes and his mother hair./ he thought to himself. "I'm not responsible for your parents. They used to be followers of mine, as it were."
Blaise smirked. "I could protest that, but I don't doubt it. They always did what was in their best interest, as long as it didn't put me in harm's way. But that doesn't explain why you framed my parents. Although when I think about it you didn't actually frame them, since they were practicing black magic. You simply gave the ministry the information they needed to send my parents away."
"I told you. I didn't do it." He got up from the chair and began to root around the bookcases for several minutes until he came across a small leather bound book. "This is for you." He ruffled the pages a bit before handing it to Blaise." I haven't thought of this book in years. I was your father's diary. It leads up to the day of their incarceration."
Blaise looked at it for a second before accepting it. "That should answer at least some of your questions."
Sceptically, he glanced at Tom before sweeping out the room.
/let's see where this will lead me/ he sighed, and closed the door behind him.
Tom shook his head, after the boy left. /why do I get my self into these things.../ At first he became the dark lord in anger, which is not the best of occupations, as amusing as the company may be when they jumped at his command. But it gets old. Maybe Harry is right, he needs to get out of this before it killed him, again.
It was time to forget the old troubles. And time to start a knew life. Not yet, but soon.
/thinks he can put me off that easily./ He clutched the book in his hand while he walked around the castle. He didn't much feel like going back to his room.
"Trying to convince you that he is the good guy, is he, Zabini?"
/great. Things can get worse. I wonder if Harry can get Voldemort to toss him out of a window/
"Fuck off, Weasly." he shoved past the read head, to continue on his way.
"He's playing you all, Zabini." He continued to follow behind him. "Making you think he was the one wronged."
"Shut up. Don't you have something better to do than pester me."
"No," he said simply.
"Then go bother someone else. That is, if you aren't to sore." He narrowly avoided it when a fist came out from nowhere. He grabbed the arm that followed and pulled foreword forcibly, causing Ron to fall on his face." I guess being on the bottom after does affect a guys abilities." he didn't mean it but he hated Weasly, it was hard not to taunt he, to resist hurting him. It didn't take much honestly.
"He will betray you! Harry, not Voldemort." Weasly pulled himself off the floor, trying to keep himself from loosing his temperature again.
"Do you even listen to yourself talk anymore? You sound absolutely ridiculous." Blaise continued past him.
"At least 'I'm not listening to someone who got my parents killed." Blaise turned sharply.
"At least I'm not about to be hit." Blaise said, in an oddly sweet voice.
"Wh-" He was cut of when Blaise landed a punch on is cheek, almost breaking his nose. Once again he was thrown off balance.
"Can't you take the hint when it time to leave someone alone." a swift kick hit Weasly's side, the impact cause the air to escape his lungs, almost painfully. "Quit bothering us, Weasel. That's a rather nice nickname, you know, Betrayer is also a good name for you, know that I think about it." he laughed to himself. Blaise admired his handiwork. "Lucky for you Voldemort wasn't after you for your looks. Though I have to admit, this may actually be an improvement. ." he smiled, walking backwards. "Thank you for cheering me up though!" He turned back around, this time humming merrily to himself.
/they're all psychotic!/ Ron thought to himself, while trying to slowly pick himself up off the ground.
Ron had found way to get out. The wards would be down when They left. He would sneak out then. It had been stupid of him to waste time taunting Zabini. Afterwards, he would get Dumbledore. The greatest wizard of this century. He would save him surely, he would kill Voldemort. Some power that he must have surly had hidden away. He was the headmaster after all! He just didn't know how insane Potter was when he expelled them. How insane they all were.
(a while later)
Blaise walked around some more still trying to clear his mind. /what was Weasly up to anyway/ he generally stayed out of everyone's way, knowing that anyone in the castle would curse him as so much as look at him.
He came to a window in one of the passageways and saw the carriage on the side of the building. He smiled to himself as he watched Hermione and the others climb into it. She was so beautiful. Weasly did not deserve to have her. And of course, Harry and Draco stood kissing beside the carriage before getting in. /maybe I should have gone myself/ he thought regretfully. But it was too late. The carriage had taken off already. He was about to turn away to go back when he saw a flash of red hair through another window on the tower to his right.
/this is getting old/ he sighed to himself before going in that direction. He really should had left with his friends. Instead he was stuck babysitting Weasly for the time being.
After several minutes he found him.
Weasly had already been caught.
"Let go of me!" He was trying to struggle against the arms that held him without harming his already bruised arm.
"Immobilous." The body abruptly lay limp in Voldemort's arms. "And hello again." He acknowledged Blaise's presence with a nod.
"How did you find him?" Voldemort had been in the opposite direction and it should have taken him longer to get there.
"Do you really think that I would let him roam freely? There's a charm on him that alerts me whenever he gets to far away from me. I can't have Dumbledore knowing that Harry has sided with me. His name will just be further tarnish than it has already been. Missed your ride?"
"Decided not to go. I had something better to do."
"Questioning me."
"Wasn't really in the mood to party." he shrugged.
"You really should read it."
"I will. Then I will come to my own conclusions." Blaise looked straight into Voldemort's eyes, blue eyes so like his own, only darker, staring back. Voldemort just nodded. He readjusted Weasly, before walking away.
"It's a wonder I haven't tossed his out the nearest window yet." Voldemort smirked to himself. His thin lips curled up slightly to one side.
Blaise almost laughed before he caught himself. /read my mind, did you?/ "Why do you keep him around, if he's so much trouble?"
"He doesn't understand what he's done wrong, you know. Too hot headed to get past the fact that things can't always be the way he wants. Besides, this is a worst punishment then tossing him in a cell."
"Just wondering, you don't really sleep with him do you?" /I can't really imagine that anyone would want to sleep with him…/ "Just a curiosity."
"You would like know, wouldn't you..." Voldemort shrugged before turning back. "He's a bit young for my taste, if I'm going to be truthful. Though I must admit that his red hair is rather enticing…" he continued talking as he left, though more to himself then anyone else.
Blaise just stared after him. Maybe Voldemort was crazier than he thought.
Chapter 12
Chapter 14
