This was true, seeing his Match, standing up there with his wings and in fishnet was an impressive aphrodisiac. It only took that song until Harry pulled him onto the floor and move with him through the heavy crowd until they were in the middle. He kissed the blonde and the music multiplied in strength, the beats thundered through their chests, replacing the ache. Harry and Draco spent the entire night like that. Kissing under the smoke clouds and dancing.

With a dreamy sigh Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him back down for a long kiss. Their chests were flush against one another and the crackle of magic ran through their veins. There was a sense of contentment in the blonde, the wretched voice he'd heard since that summer was silent for now. He was clean. In a figurative sense. Literally he was a little sweaty and the remains of a union were present. He didn't mind at all. He had Harry and he had just had a huge party and he was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life in that very spot with Harry's arms around him.

The Boy Wonder watched the silver eyes of his Match. The room was gorgeous, Draco's personal suite, and the white haired boy beneath him was even more gorgeous. Harry relaxed on curled his arms around the blonde, feeling the white feathers of his wings. Draco, with a cute smile, rolled over so he was half on top of Harry. Grinning back, the Boy-Who-Lived touched their foreheads together and fell asleep.

Draco lay awake for a moment, watching his Match and now lover, fall asleep. His dark lashes covered bright green eyes and sparkled when he looked at Draco. Feeling for the moment like nothing bad could happen Draco fell asleep as well. His wings lay stretched out on the bed behind him, a silver tint accumulating on the tips of each feather.

Nothing bad could ever happen in Harry's arms.

Blaise, a work-out enthusiast, decided to go with Hot Yoga for the detox the day after. He decided this while lying in bed with Ron. The red-head was snoring drunkenly and loudly next to him, a trait Blaise found rather adorable. Zabini looked sideways at the boy he'd never thought would go for him.

Blaise knew he had a reputation for being easy. He knew that very well. But he didn't consider it true. To be honest he hadn't slept with anyone for a month before Ron. He'd had a few other partners but none really meant anything to him. Not since Payton.

Payton Reskule.

The first boy Blaise had ever loved. He was the first boyfriend, first kiss, first date, first Valentine. Payton was two years older than Blaise, graduated now. A fair haired, dark skinned guy with a slight Russian accent and a pair of impressive blue eyes; he was everything Blaise wanted. They dated for more than a year. Until Payton decided to be a guy and date as many people as possible before graduating.

Jerk.

Blaise had taken to calling him that. Ron wasn't a jerk. Not at all. He may have been a little clueless but mightily thoughtful when he tried. Blaise was rather proud of his boyfriend, they weren't a Match or anything, but he was proud he got him. Granger had her chance. She mucked it up. Blaise didn't consider it sinking his claws into the Gryffindor, not really. Ron rolled over and one of his arms flung out and landed and Blaise. Ron recognized the feeling of the skin, even in his sleep and began groping for the other boy to come closer.

With a slightly embarrassed smile Blaise moved under the protective arm of Ron Weasely. He saw Ron smile contently and tighten his hold. He felt quite safe. Normally Blaise wasn't submissive at all, but with Ron, it was a little different. Ron was genuine. He'd got flowers for Blaise the morning prior and taken him for coffee and scones in the kitchen. They were the first flowers Blaise was given by a boyfriend. Payton had considered them too girly.

Very proud.

Very safe.

A long moment passed. Srene was looking out the window, moonlight surrounding him. Adrian wasn't much of one for feelings or deeply emotional conversations however this seemed a time to be having one. Adrian was sitting on a couch with Unicorn Mating Rituals, How to tell your Mare is being Courted. He watched the vampire's bright green eyes scan the dark school grounds.

"Kristopher?" Adrian asked, he set the book aside.

"Hmm?" Srene turned to him.

"What's going on?" Adrian patted the seat next to him.

"Nothing, there's still dead magic around is all," he brushed it off.

Adrian gave him a critical look, "are you sure?"

"Perfectly."

Damn lie that was. Kristopher Srene, a hundred year old vampire was lying to the first person who hadn't run away when they found out what he was. For a century he'd been searching for someone to help him forget the curse of being undead. He'd found him and now he was lying to him.

Adrian knew he was lying, he'd grown up seeing lies in their best forms. His Dragon Rider Mother, Stone Singer, taught him to see a lie. The deep knowledge she possessed was passed to him.

"What is it really?"

Kristopher was a little surprised that Adrian could see through the lie.

What was it really?

He was expecting a visitor. Someone he hadn't seen in twenty years or more. His blood brother, another child of Stanton Belle, was arriving that night from Finland. This brother was a troubled youth, he was eighteen when he was changed and he resented it deeply. He still tried very hard to be like a human would be, have relationships and laugh and drink and ride a motorbike. With a slightly nervous glance back through the window, Srene went to the couch beside his lover.

Adrian rested his head on the vampire's shoulder and looked up at him, "tell me."

So he did. He told him there was another Belle vampire coming that night. He was staying to help Srene with some training for the sixth and seventh years.

"I'll be glad to meet him," Adrian said, "is that all?"

Srene nodded, "I don't expect most people are comfortable around vampires. I don't know why you are."

Adrian grinned at him, "I've ridden a dragon through a lightning storm, so vampires are a piece of strudel thus compared."

Srene gave a weak laugh and then sense the other vampire on the grounds, "he's here."

"Wait, woah," Adrian halted his exit, "what's his name?"

"Call him Jade," Srene said and he left the room with a shocked Adrian staggering after him.

"Jade!"

"Yes, why?" Srene looked at him over his shoulder as they went through the castle.

"Jade!"

Srene stopped for a second and gave Adrian a very weird look, "yes. Why?"

"He broke Severus' heart," Adrian said in a loud whisper as though it were a deep scandal, which kind of it was.

Srene's eyes widened.

"He what?"

"He dated Snape for two years," Adrian held up two fingers, "then 'killed' himself by driving off a bride."

Srene's jaw dropped just a little, "that was Snape he did that too?"

"Yes!" Adrian ran a hand through his long red hair and glanced around frantically.

Srene glowered, trying to think, "we'll work this out later. Just, come on."

Severus Snape was sitting in his office reading an old potions text and trying to decide if the NEWT class for next year would benefit from reading it. He annotated something important and then blindly reached for his mug of decaffeinated coffee. Finding it where he'd blindly set it a moment ago he picked it up and brought it back to him for a sip.

He marked something else and then glanced up at the old clock. 3.21 AM. Sighing he stood to make the final round of the halls of the castle. Just to make sure again that no one was canoodling in the Astronomy Tower or Room of Requirement. He knew there had been a party in the Greol, Draco, Blaise and Pansy's doing of course. The goblin called Ello was a shrewd, hideous thing and he'd seen it hiding behind the leg of the statue as he passed. Snape had ignored the party and the students walking drunkenly in all directions an hour ago as the party ended.

"Come on old boy," Snape dragged himself up again and left his study, locking the door behind him. He heard someone scream "Jade!" and the word echoed deep within his chest. He felt scared for a second, frozen where he stood at the door.

The black haired man nearly ran down the corridor to where the noise had come from.

Adrian and Kristopher opened the main doors and a tall young man was standing there with a heavy cloak on and the hood pulled up over his face. Beneath it, in the heavy shadow, two sparkling green eyes with a blue hint shone dangerously. He tilted his head up and let a sliver of light hit his chin and mouth.

"Brother," he greeted the other vampire carefully. He stood just outside the door, waiting patiently to be invited in. His teeth were longer than Kristopher's, a sign of status in their "family" of vampires. Jade had fair skin, it had been so in life, as a half Finnish half Greek man he'd adopted the dark hair of one and the paleness of the other. This became obvious when he lowered the hood and his dark brown hair came into view. His face was fair, young, and held a single scar down one cheek. It was a brilliant scar, closed back over in almost black colored skin.

"Brother," Srene acknowledged him, "come in, please." Srene stepped aside and the other vampire took a step over the threshold.

"Hello," Adrian held out a hand, "I'm Professor Adrian Weasely, I teach Care of Magical Creatures."

Jade smiled a little, "is that why I am here? To be a study subject?"

Srene shook his head, "no, you're going to help me with hand to hand combat."

Jade nodded and his hearing picked up footsteps approaching, he threw his hood back over his face and shrank into the shadows against the door.

Adrian and Kristopher turned and saw Snape walk from the darkness, looking between them. Immediately the red head got nervous, which rarely happened, and he glanced at the shadowy figure.

"I heard someone yell," he said, looking between the three again.

Adrian heard a barely audible gasp from Jade. "I-" he tried to speak but stopped himself.

"Who's there?" Snape raised his lit wand higher. This cast a shadow on his face and in the odd light he looked different.

Normally the professor was gaunt and strained in appearance, from constantly being at the Dark Lord's side and keeping his mental shields up and teaching. In this moment he looked more alive, some of his features were shadowed, making him something to look twice at. He wasn't unattractive in any way, angry most times, but never ugly.

"He's my blood brother," Srene said, he didn't want to lie to Snape, but it was an impressively delicate situation.

Snape leaned in a little, so slight was this movement that any other time it would have gone unnoticed.

Jade regained himself and stepped into the light again and drew back his head, "I'm Talon Sampson, you knew me as Jade?" he didn't know if the other man remembered him.

Snape shook his head slowly and just looked at the vampire, preserved as an eighteen year old for twenty years, probably a lot longer than that.

"I- I didn't tell you…then," Jade took a quick step forward and reached out as if to take hold of Severus if he ran, "because I thought you would turn me into the Ministry with their hunt of our kind."

"You thought I would do that to you?" Snape asked in disbelief.

"I…yes, I did. I didn't realize that you actually cared about me, as a being," Jade said, his wonderfully colored eyes sank to the ground. "I am sorry for hurting you the way I did."

Snape drew his mask about him and looked at the vampire darkly, "I'm sorry I let you."

Jade looked a little stunned at this but then resigned himself to being hated, "I understand, I'll only be here a week or two so you won't have to put up with me too much."

Snape just snarled at him and disappeared back into the darkness.

"I'm so sorry," Jade whispered in an old vampiric language called Metore so his words sounded more like, "Eshk neite kesken." He knew Snape had heard him from the tiny hitch in his breath as he walked away. As a vampire Jade could hear him and smell him even from that distance. He still smelt like a cinnamon sprinkled old book. Slightly dusty, a little ashy and very secure and knowing.

Jade sorely missed that smell and it filled his lungs and his heart again as it had twenty some years ago.

Draco felt someone hit the ticklish spot on his left side. He jumped up and shrieked which he immediately regretted. His hangover was incredible. A headache that felt ready to burst his skull and bleed all over his hair, slight nausea, soreness from the dancing and what it must feel like to have troll breath all hit him at once. He fell back onto the pillows and cracked one eye to see Blaise leaning over him with a maniacal grin, a Hangover Potion in one hand and a yoga mat in the other.

"Morning darling, get up," he offered the potion, "I've chosen Hot Yoga for our detox in an hour."

Draco gave him a critical look through his headache, "isn't that what the potion is for?"

"That's to keep you from getting sick all over the nice bamboo floors I've got set up in Dungeon 295."

Draco drank the potion and threw the empty bottle at Blaise, it missed by far and landed on the floor, shattered and disappeared. "You are the worst best friend ever," Draco stood up from the bed and walked past Blaise.

"I'll have you know I'm doing this so you don't turn into an alchy guy with bags under his eyes and vomit-breath. Detoxing is good for your system. I've got Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron, Harry and the other Weasely girl coming too so don't you dare hold us up."

"At least it isn't another four mile run," Draco searched his drawers for his spandex shorts worn under Quidditch pants.

"Which I still enjoyed and I would appreciate company this evening when I go for one," Blaise said honestly.

"I could fly with you," Draco offered, thinking it was time he learnt to fly properly.

"That would be fine, just so we can talk about," Blaise paused thinking of the right words, "girl stuff."

Draco rolled his eyes, "we don't have girl stuff Blaisey." Blaise piphed at this and eyed the wife beater Draco pulled on, "is that mine?"

"Yes, I stole it a year ago, why?"

"Just making sure," Blaise said.

Harry came out of the bathroom ruffling his hair with a towel, he looked at the two and realized he was stark naked. Blaise just shrugged but Draco was eyeing him hungrily.

"Eh, so, yoga?" Harry wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Yes, in an hour so get dressed. Dungeon 295 Draco, remember that," Blaise left.

"Got it," Draco called after him, "you were naked," he whirled around and grinned devilishly at Harry.

"I guess I was," Harry nodded and looked around, thinking of where to find yoga clothes.

"You're cute naked," Draco said.

"Thank-you, what should I wear?"

Draco pouted a little at the change of subject but got another pair of shorts out and gave them over. Harry pulled them on and adjusted the seams of them, then satisfied looked back at Draco.

Tan pecks that slopped into a flat stomach touched with a hickey or two from the night before. Hip bones showed and let the eye trail down below the waist band of the spandex shorts that hugged his muscular thighs. Draco was looking him over, remembering distinctly liking the taste of his skin. Harry's broad shoulders and attractive collar bone swept up into an elegant neck that also had a mark or five from the vicious little blonde.

"Mine," Draco remembered saying as he left a particularly impressive mark over Harry's pulse.

"What?" Harry squirmed under the eye of his Match.

"You're just very pretty is all," Draco said and jumped the four or five feet between them and wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and ravaged his mouth. Harry staggered backward but instinctively wrapped his arms around the blonde and pulled him securely against his chest.

After who knows how long the door burst open and Blaise stepped in, glaring swords at the pair. "You two ungrateful bastards are going to be late for Hot Yoga and I will personally spay you both unless you stop snogging and come detox."

The two detached quickly and rushed to comply with the fierce Italian.

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