A/N - Adult stuff. Like now. If you want to skip it, just drop down after the first break (----).
Chapter 46
Delse came awake as she felt something tug at her ankle. She propped herself up, blinking and trying to get oriented in the darkness. Night had fallen in the 'forest' and nothing but pale slivers of moonlight fell through the breaks in the foliage. She could see Harry tossing something aside and she suddenly realized she was all but unclothed. The tugging she had felt had been her knickers, and her shirt lay wide open in front.
"What are you...?" She started.
He quickly moved up, putting his finger on her lips. "Shh... I'm sure they have someone outside..." He said settling down at her side and caressing her breast, then letting his hand slide down her warm flesh. "We might never get another chance..." he said softly, shifting over and kissing and licking her breast as his hand slipped between her legs.
She settled back down, letting out an involuntary moan as he slid a finger into her. He switched to the other breast, caressing it gently with his tongue as his fingers sent tremors of pleasure through her. After another minute of that he let up, shifting up and slipping off his skivvies, which were the only garment he had left.
She looked over, gazing longingly at his obvious arousal, but slid her legs together. He saw the movement, then looked down at her, looking hurt. He lay down next to her, cuddling up to her. "Don't you want me?" he asked softly, looking at her imploringly as he moved his hand back down, slipping his fingers between her legs again and gently rubbing her, trying to coax her legs apart.
She sighed, reaching over and running her fingers down his chest. "I can't deny you have the flesh I desire... but... you don't have the soul..."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Does it matter?" He said, a bit exasperated, giving up his pretenses and starting to rub her so expertly it made her shudder with pleasure almost immediately. "Leave Harry alone... he needs his sleep..." He said, smiling wickedly. "Besides, I can make you feel so much better than he ever could..."
He pried her legs apart and darted down between them before she could even protest, his tongue immediately making any objections she might have made inarticulate. She arched her back and peaked within seconds, but he didn't let up, settling down on her and taking a firm hold on her hips to keep her from escaping as she thrashed under him.
She couldn't help herself, reaching down and twining her fingers in his hair, pushing his head down as her hips thrust up against him. Minute after minute dragged by, and yet he refused to relent. Tears streamed from her eyes and her breath was a strained panting as he tortured her with exquisite pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
Finally she felt as if she'd go insane if it didn't end. "Stop!" She managed to gasp. "Please... no more..."
He finally relented, looking up and grinning at her as she went completely limp with relief, just panting and trying to stay conscious. "Think your precious little Potter could do that to you?" He asked mirthfully.
She made no more than a little inarticulate sound.
He chuckled evilly, a triumphant smirk on his face as he slid up her body.
Her hand whipped up, surprising him as she slapped him hard. A flash of fury crossed his face, but then he blinked, looking stunned. He looked around, his eyes going wide. "Wha...?" He said, seeing where he was and quickly realizing what he was just about to do.
Delse chuckled and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her. "Welcome back Harry..." She sighed, slowly regaining control of her breathing.
His eyes widened as the demon let the memory of what he'd been doing flood into his mind, chuckling evilly. He let out a pained sound, closing his eyes and resting his head on the soft grass beside hers. "I'm so sorry..." He sighed miserably.
She chuckled. "It's ok Harry... I should have realized it would try something like that... I made it swear an oath to put your soul back in your body and leave you in control... but I didn't specify that it wasn't allowed to use your body when you weren't using it..."
"I nearly raped you..." He said achingly.
"You could never rape me Harry... you can't rape the willing... the demon... well..." She sighed, then shivered as he shifted and she realized how close it had gotten to having it's way with her. Despite the change in who was in charge, his body was still very aroused. "Look at me Harry..."
He sighed and lifted his head, gazing reluctantly down into her eyes. She grinned and tapped his forehead. "Hey demon... I know you're listening... I told you before, I don't shag demons! Harry on the other hand..." She said with a smirk, trailing her fingers down the side of his face, making him smile, "Him I'll shag... but I know his touch... you lay one talon on me again and I'll cast an impotence spell on him until we get you two separated. Understand?"
Harry smirked ruefully. "It's pretty pissed off... but it wants me to tell you something..." He looked as if he were listening to something, then blushed and cleared his throat uneasily, "Um..." He sighed and rolled his eyes, the demon obviously prodding him, "Ok, ok... It says 'get on with the shagging then'..." He said, obviously mortified.
She giggled and leaned up, kissing him. He sighed, settling down on top of her and kissing her back passionately. He hadn't really expected to survive being possessed... and never being with her again was one of the things he had regretted most when he had made the decision. He didn't really want the demon in his head while he was with her, but what it had told her before rang true, despite who had said it... this might truly be their last chance... not to mention he was already laying on top of her, naked and achingly aroused...
She shifted her legs up and he felt himself slide into position. He groaned, plunging into her. Her body was extremely hot and very well lubricated after the demon's earlier attentions. She clutched him to her as he started thrusting into her. As many times as the demon had made her peak already, the feel of him moving inside her sent nearly unbearable pleasure flooding through her. She bit her lip, thrusting up to meet him.
After a minute, he let out a frustrated sigh. "Will you shut up already? I don't need pointers!" He muttered.
She giggled.
After another moment, he slowed. "Really?" He said, looking down at her speculatively. He paused, shifting down a bit, grabbing one of her legs and pulling it up some. He thrust back into her and she cried out, arching up against him. He grinned and started moving again, making her cry out in pleasure with every thrust. He let out a groan and closed his eyes, driving into her.
In no time at all she let out a cry so loud he could hear it echoing back from the corridor outside the arch, her body clamping down on him and bucking up against him. He moaned, thrusting into her hard a couple more times before ramming himself in as deep as he could, shuddering as he came with a deep grunt.
As they started to come back down he settled down on her, kissing her neck. She panted for breath, her arms holding him to her tightly as she nuzzled up against him.
He lifted his head some and sighed, rolling his eyes, "Yes, yes... we're both very impressed..." He muttered, "Now bottle it!"
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Blaise let out a sigh, stroking his hand down Ron's back lovingly. He had finally given in to exhaustion and fallen asleep. Blaise leaned over and kissed his cheek, making him smile in his sleep. He grabbed up one of the blankets, carefully draping it over Ron to keep him warm. He glanced over at Pansy. She was still asleep.
He crawled down to the foot of the bed and settled down, gazing over them as they slept. The mere sight of them made his heart sing and ache with longing at the same time. It was strange to think that only weeks ago he had never even really looked at Ron twice... and Pansy... well it was true, he had loved her for a while now... but they had never really seemed to click completely before. It was as if he loved her more with Ron there than he could ever have without. He knew it was odd... but then again most people would probably think their whole relationship was odd.
Try as he might, he couldn't keep his mind from wandering to what the future held for them. Even in the Wizarding community, nontraditional pairings were rather uncommon. Sure you saw the occasional mixed marriage... human witches and wizards matched up with some of the more humanoid magical beings like vampires, werewolves, Veelas and the like... but even that was rare. As for more than two people in a relationship... he didn't recall ever seeing it. At least not publicly acknowledged.
As far as same sex couples... well it was pretty commonly known that it happens, but it was mostly thought of as some kind of fleeting, eccentric distraction... not even thought of by most as a real relationship. In fact, as far as the archaic Ministry was concerned, it wasn't even infidelity when a married witch or wizard had such a relationship on the side. They clearly defined infidelity as a relationship with someone with whom a pregnancy could possibly occur. If someone caught their spouse engaging in such activities it was considered a domestic concern, and they could not be held legally accountable for it (such as in a divorce). Same sex couples getting serious, and actually letting it be known to society at large... well that was much rarer than even mixed species couples. Most witches and wizards would rather admit to shagging a mountain troll than being benders.
Blaise sighed. He couldn't imagine being without either of them... and yet he knew they were going to catch a lot of flack from 'Society'. Especially considering his family's, and therefor now his, wealth and social standing. It was stupid, and it was prudish... but it's just the way it was. He hated the thought of exposing his two most cherished people to such ridicule, and yet he couldn't bear the thought of trying to pretend they weren't together... and what was to happen when the babies came? Same sex marriages weren't even legal according to the Ministry of Magic, let alone three person marriages, and he couldn't bear the thought of just one of them marrying Pansy. Even if it was just on paper, it would feel too much like a barrier in their relationship.
They had discussed it some earlier... well, between the snogging and shagging of course, and had pretty much decided that they didn't need Ministry permission and a stupid piece of paper to live their lives the way they wanted to... Of course he planned on trying to use his family's political ties to get legislation pushed through, but it was unlikely to get far. He still had the hope that the next Minister of Magic might not be a complete horse's arse.
He tried not to dwell on it, but it wasn't as if he had much else to do while waiting for them to come get him for the ceremony. He was nowhere near worn out, but then he hadn't really expected to be. According to Snape, he'd be lucky if he could get to sleep by the end of the week! Pansy and Ron, on the other hand, were both in great need of rest at the moment, and he found himself, surprisingly, reluctant to seek out other partners to keep himself occupied. He attributed it to the fact that he still feared for the health of anyone he tried to get intimate with right now... it meant he couldn't really do any shagging himself and, well, he didn't really want to let any other boys shag him. Ron was the only one he had ever been with like that, and he found he was content to keep it that way.
He was certainly going to have to find some way to work around this irritating extra strength he had... he certainly couldn't just wait until it had subsided to shag properly again, but the blankets and mattress had already been spelled back together so many times he began to worry the spells might eventually lose full effect. And he definitely didn't want to risk hurting Pansy. Not that he would be ok with hurting Ron, but Pansy had the babies... and they seemed so very fragile... he gazed at her stomach, sighing happily. He never thought he would ever have children... and yet he had become enamored of the idea surprisingly fast. It was hard not to fall in love with the idea of two little lives they had created together. Those two tiny little twinkles of light that had shown through, bringing him such comfort when he was so close to death. If he had passed... it would have been in peace. Even with as guilty as he had felt over leaving them, it was balanced out by knowing he was leaving something behind... a little piece of himself to comfort and bring joy back into the lives of the loved ones he would leave behind.
He sighed contentedly, gazing at them lovingly as a great warmth suffused him. He straightened a bit, then shifted around and slipped off the end of the bed, gathering up his clothes and pulling them on.
He gave Ron and Pansy one last look, then slipped out the door.
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Snape walked down the long dark passage, coming to a stop outside the archway with a chair opposite it. He peered in through the darkness and sighed, spotting Harry and Delse. They were laying there, entwined and snogging. They had a blanket over them, but it was pretty obvious they were without a stitch. It was also blatantly obvious what they'd been up to.
Of course he had already pretty much known what he would find when he arrived. He had wondered why Nicolaus had been so eager to volunteer to take up the watch position. When he had come back into the main part of the Siege tunnel, he had suggested to Snape that he might want to take the next watch. If his smirk as he made the suggestion weren't enough of a hint, the way he hurried off, grabbing a surprised fourth year boy he usually hung out with and dragging him into an unused room would have been a dead giveaway.
Snape snagged up the chair, shifting it over so it didn't have a direct view of the blissfully unaware couple, and settled down. At least there wasn't much longer before the preparations for the ceremony would be able to distract him. Draco had translated all he could for Snape so he could get everything that was needed and such, but the incantations themselves would have to remain in elvish, English being too imprecise to retain the proper power.
He sat there for a time, occupying himself by going over it all in his mind. He scoured his mind for anything else he should do that he was forgetting, or anything he could use to further safeguard his students. It would be tricky...
"You're letting her mess about with Potter while that thing is in him?!?"
Snape started, not having heard anyone approach. He glanced over and sighed as he saw Blaise standing there, no more than a few feet from him. He had obviously inherited his mother's innate stealth. Snape was a bit surprised that Blaise's voice held no surprise, just a hint of worry. He rolled his eyes, looking over towards the archway. "Not as if I could stop her. You know your mother. She has it under an oath, and besides, she's keeping it entertained, so I think she should be reasonable safe for now. I should have known you would know about them already..."
Blaise gave a little snort. "Ya... I mean they all but shagged right in front of me... I mean they were across the hall, but that really doesn't matter to me, now does it?"
Snape chuckled. "I suppose not... I'm just surprised you didn't have someone go stop them."
Blaise shook his head. "Na... they were both wretchedly under laid. Besides..." He said, his voice softening as he shrugged his shoulder in resignation, "They resonate..."
"They what?" Snape asked, glancing up at him. He couldn't read his expression, the only source of light in the hallway being a single torch a good twenty feet on the other side of Blaise, turning him into little more than a silhouette.
Blaise shrugged. "That's the best way I can think to describe it... essence, souls or whatever you want to call what I see... it's so hard to describe them... but... they all have their own kind of... well... feel... look... texture... vibration... and yet none of these... when I 'see' them, I'm not really actually seeing them, or hearing them or using any other sense I've ever possessed before. I'm just sensing them in some way entirely different. So... you can see why this is hard to explain without a whole new set of words to describe it, but just trust me when I say that some souls just... match... resonate if you will."
Snape studied his silhouette for a moment, but could sense nothing but complete seriousness from him. Not something Blaise usually displayed a lot of. "So they match. Potter and your mother." he said dubiously.
Blaise gave a snort, "Believe me, I wish is was someone... well almost anyone else, but ya. They do."
"Ah..." Snape said, sighing and deciding he'd rather change the subject. He was rather fond of Delse (in a strictly platonic way of course) and he didn't like the thought that she 'matched' Harry, a boy who had been a pain in his side since he set foot on the grounds. "Weasley and Parkinson still intact I hope?" He asked with a smirk.
Blaise gave a little amused sound. "Ya... just worn out."
Snape gave a snort of amusement, "I'm surprised half the House isn't 'worn out' by now."
Blaise sighed, slumping against the wall. "Me too... but then we've still got to do something about this bloody strength. You have no idea how hard it was not to hurt them."
Snape gave a little nod. "We'll work on the problem after the ceremony. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find some way to let you get back to shagging. I know it must be Hell for you." He said with a commiserating smirk.
They fell into silence for a time. Then Snape furrowed his brow, looking at Blaise, "How did you find out Potter's soul was back anyway? I asked Nicolaus not to mention it to anyone. Wouldn't want Fudge finding out and coming up with another 'bright idea' of how we could deal with the demon."
Blaise glanced back down the corridor in the direction of the main tunnel. "Na... Nicolaus didn't say anything, at least not to me. He's still busy shagging his little friend. Can't believe I didn't spot that one..." He said, shaking his head ruefully, "Nicolaus has always been glued to that boy... can't recall his name offhand, but that one I have shagged... he didn't really seem all that into boys though, so I thought perhaps it was just a passing fancy... I always thought those two were just best mates... really must be losing my touch."
Snape smirked. "So how did you know then? About Harry that is." He amended quickly, not wanting to get an in depth description of him walking in on Nicolaus and his little friend or something.
"Oh that..." Blaise said, looking back towards him and dragging his mind back to the subject at hand, "That's actually what I came to talk to you about." He took out his wand and lit it, "Is this normal?"
Snape sprang to his feet, staring at shock at his blank, opalescent eyes. He took his head between his hands, moving it around to examine it in the pale light. "When did this happen?" he asked briskly.
Blaise chuckled. "I was just looking at Pansy and thinking about the babies and suddenly I could see them again." He said with a shrug, then he smirked, "Calm down Snape..."
Snape watched in shock as the opalescence cleared, revealing his dark eyes once again. "Bloody hell..." Snape muttered. "Let's get you somewhere I can look you over. I'll get someone to come stand watch for me."
"I don't know if you should just leave her..." Blaise said worriedly, glancing at the wall opposite him, his eyes going opalescent again. He immediately clapped his hand over his eyes. "Agh... they can take their time... she's entertaining it again..." He said, shuddering and starting quickly back down the corridor as Snape followed, smirking.
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"Draco."
Draco froze, quickly making sure the invisibility cloak was completely hidden from sight in his inner pocket before turning, trying not to look guilty and hoping no one saw that they had been coming from the passage to the outside. His tension eased as he saw Dumbledore standing there, smiling at him. "Hey Alby. I wasn't expecting to see you down here so soon."
Dumbledore's smile widened more, his eyes twinkling. "Well I had some things to take care of if we wanted to get this ceremony underway on time..." He lowered his voice so he wouldn't be overheard, "But before we get to that, I would like to be the first to congratulate you both... I cannot tell you how happy I am that you will finally be together."
Draco looked over at Ginny and they shared a bashful grin. It figured that Dumbledore wouldn't need to be told. He always seemed to be a step ahead of everyone else.
"It may be a bit presumptuous of me to ask..." Dumbledore said softly, "But it would mean a great deal to me if you would consider letting me perform the ceremony..."
Draco beamed and released Ginny's hand, going over and hugging him. "It wouldn't feel right if you didn't." He said happily.
Dumbledore let out a joyful chuckle, patting him on the back. "Excellent... excellent..."
As Draco took a step back, slipping his arm around Ginny, Dumbledore took a deep breath and let it out, looking at them fondly. "Yes... well... now on to business I suppose. Someone is here I am sure you are very eager to see..."
Draco furrowed his brow, but then smirked as Dumbledore stepped aside, holding out his hand to indicate Ollivander, who was standing a bit down the tunnel near the the map table. The Twins were sitting at the table, smirking up at Draco and Ginny knowingly.
Ollivander saw he was being introduced and hurried over, looking excited. "Mr. Malfoy, I just wanted to say... in all my years of wand making, never have I taken on quite as unique a challenge... I just hope my humble efforts have paid off..." He said, holding up a long thin box of finely polished dark wood. He opened it, watching him with a look of great anticipation.
He blinked in surprise at the long wand nestled in green velvet, the wood matching the box exactly. He glanced over at Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled encouragingly and nodded. He reached out and took the wand. As soon as he lifted it his eyes widened as the air around him seemed to glow and shimmer as a sudden rush flowed through his entire body. He blinked, taking a deep breath and letting it out to steady himself as the light faded. "Whoa... my last wand didn't do that..." He murmured in awe, inspecting the wand closer. "What's in this thing?"
Ollivander looked ecstatic. "That, Mr. Malfoy, is the very first dual core wand I have ever produced. When Professor Dumbledore requested it, I knew I couldn't possibly turn down the challenge. It contains a Peruvian Vipertooth fang, and a Thestral talon. I must admit, I have never worked with any part of a Thestral before myself... not usually much call for it... Darien Malfoy is the only one in my records who has ever matched a Thestral wand. It was my father that made his."
Draco laughed, running his fingers over the smooth wood. "Thestral talon..." He said, shaking his head.
"I am so glad it suited. I must admit, it was made much easier by knowing what your original wands contained. I was worried about the fang matching, as I, of course, was unable to get ahold of a Romanian Longhorn fang, but the Vipertooth has similar magical endowments. A bit more vicious perhaps, but apparently close enough in this case. It's a strange match for the Thestral talon though... Thestrals being such normally docile creatures." He said grinning like a cheshire cat, "The Thestral talon was of course no problem. Dumbledore was kind enough to provide that."
Draco glanced over at Dumbledore, surprised.
Dumbledore grinned, "Wands being as thin as they are, it wasn't easy finding a talon that would fit... but you may notice that there is a certain small, somewhat striped Thestral that is currently short one talon on his right hind foot. Don't worry, it will grow back... and I must say, he was more than happy to give it."
Draco let out a laugh, "You put Tiger's talon in this?" He asked incredulously.
Dumbledore chuckled and nodded. "He was quite insistent."
Draco beamed at the wand, then glanced up at Ollivander. "How much do I owe you?"
Ollivander quickly waved it off, "Oh no... really... the challenge alone was worth it for me. It's not often that I get to do something so unique." He said, handing Draco the wand case.
Draco took it distractedly, "I insist... I mean this must have taken quite some work... I mean how long did this take you to make anyway?" Draco said, slipping the empty case in a pocket and going back to examining the delicate carved vine pattern that made up the grip of the wand.
"Oh I've been working on it ever since Dumbledore requested it a week ago, but I have all the stock of wands I'll need for a good long time, so the ones I make now are more to simply expand my experience and develop my technique..."
"A week?" Draco asked, darting a look over at Dumbledore. That would mean Dumbledore ordered it as soon as he found out about Darien. He grinned at the mischievous smirk on Dumbledore's face.
"A weeks a long time to work and get nothing in return..." Fred said, coming up and peering at the new wand.
"If you won't take money..." George said, coming up to stand next to him.
"How about something new to play with?"
George held up his hand before Ollivander. Ollivander's eyes went wide as he saw the gossamer strands of hair dangling from his fingertips. He slowly reached out and took the hairs, holding them reverently as he examined them closer.
"There's seven strands there..."
"We weren't sure how many you'd be able to use..."
"But we've got more if you'd like."
"I... I couldn't possibly... I mean Snow Elf hair is extremely rare as it is... but this appears to be from a female, taken during a fertility cycle no less!"
"We've got plenty."
"Honestly."
He peered up at them, then his already wide eyes positively bugged as he saw Kulia, who had come up and was leaning causally against George, her arm draped over his shoulder.
"I dare say they have a pretty reliable source..." She said with a smirk.
"Bless my soul..." He breathed, staring at her. "I thought your kind were long gone..."
She chuckled. "Not quite. And if these two have anything to say about it, I think the species will be able to tread water for a bit longer..."
Ollivander's eyes darted to the boy's, noting their smirks, then to the hairs, "You mean..."
Kulia's grin widened and she nodded. "Twins no less."
Ollivander looked like he was about to pass out. "Twins..." He said, his voice no more than a whisper. He seemed to gather himself then, grinning over at them broadly. "I'll make you a deal... I will accept these if you promise to let me make wands for your twins. Free of charge of course. It would be a great honor indeed to be the one who made the wands of two such prodigious wizards. Or witches." he quickly amended with a smirk.
The twins and Kulia exchanged glances. The twins shrugged, and Kulia looked over at him, smiling. "Deal."
Ollivander looked positively jubilant. He gently coiled up the long hairs and secreted them away very carefully. "Well... I should be off." He said, beaming. It was pretty obvious he was eager to get back to his shop with his new treasure.
"Thanks again." Draco said sincerely. "It's truly a work of art."
Ollivander bowed his head humbly and made his way out.
Ginny moved closer, looking the new wand over as Draco continued examining it avidly.
Ron passed by Ollivander as he came down the passage from the Dungeon, looking around searchingly. He spotted the twins and headed over. "Have you seen Blaise?"
The twins were just staring, looking as if they hadn't heard. Ron came to a stop next to them. "Have you seen Blaise?" He repeated a bit louder.
"He's in the Potions lab with Snape..." Fred said distractedly.
"Oh, thanks..." Ron said, turning to head for the lab. Two sets of hands grabbed him and pulled him back, turning him towards Draco.
"Draco has a new wand..." George said.
Ron furrowed his brow, looking at his brothers. They both seemed a bit... off... He glanced over at the wand. "That's great. Looks like a very nice..." Ron's eyes went round as he spotted what the twins were staring at.
Ginny tracing her fingers over the smooth wood, her ring glittering brightly in the light cast by the nearby torches.
"Bloody Hell..." Ron muttered softly.
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A/N - Next chapter might take a bit, as I believe it will probably be a long one. I don't want to break up the ceremony or it's accompanying scenes if possible... but then I'm not absolutely sure how long the scenes will be so... (sighs) it's so hard to predict, because sometimes the characters decide to get chatty or throw a curve ball, and other times it's over before I know it. I guess what I'm saying is, I suspect it will be long, but in the end, your guess is as good as mine ;P
Just a couple of little notes first: 1) Delse didn't know it wasn't Harry at first or she would have stopped him sooner, so don't go thinking she just didn't mind getting fingered by a demon. 2) the twins... they saw Draco and Ginny on the map, true, but they could only guess what they were up to (granted, it was an accurate guess for the most part) but didn't know from the map alone that he had proposed. Now onto the longer notes...
Harry - First of all, when he let the demon possess him, he had no way of knowing that it would be able to defeat Fudge's men without his wand. He thought that would be enough of a disadvantage as to allow its capture or destruction. And he didn't go out to meet the demon just to save one life. He went to save the one life, yes, but also with hopes that it would force Fudge's hand and make him cure Blaise, which would not only be another life saved, but might be the only chance those who loved Blaise might have to get him back. And of course, one of those most effected by that would be his best friend... not to mention the two little unborn babies, and of course Delse, who he had developed a bit of an... erm... attachment for ;) And of course he just tried to commit suicide... I doubt his sense of self worth has bounced back quite yet. Just because he had too much guilt to even consider trying to kill himself again, that doesn't mean he has completely banished the deep seated fatalistic desire to end it all. He probably figured that even if they ended up killing him, it was better him than someone else. It's just the way the thought process goes. Um... just trust me.
As for this chapter, if he seems more confident around the demon, he is. He's had time to get to know it a bit better, having been left conscious during it's little rampage, and saw for himself that he can fight it. It's going to take him time to work through guilt issues still of course, but I think by this point he's finally coming to fully realize that it was indeed the demon that did those things, and the burden of guilt is lifting a bit. I don't usually give little omniscient peeks into character's melons, but I realize while reading through it that this might not be apparent to all, and I don't want people thinking he's just had a sudden attitude change for no reason. I see these changes in my characters minds, but I realize that sometimes your trusty Ligilimency skills might not be able to reach across the net and find these things out without help.
To the one who asked why Delse didn't remove Harry from the room... the demon is still very much stuck in him. Just because it hands over control doesn't mean it can leave with the device around his throat still intact. He's stuck with the demon for the duration. And of course it's stuck with him. Which is good, because otherwise they would have no way to hold it. Oh, and Delse is NOT like 30 years older than Harry! She's like 35! I figure arranged marriage right out of school (17) (because I figure some of the 'pureblood' families are archaic enough to do that, and can't figure out how some of those death eating bastards could have landed a wife otherwise), He would have made sure to knock her up with an heir as quick as possible, so she probably had Blaise within the first year (18) and then Blaise is nearly 17, which would make her around 35! Snape is like 37, so don't even start on Delse & Harry ;P
From Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, p13:
Peruvian Vipertooth - This is the smallest of all known dragons, and the swiftest in flight. A mere 15 ft. in length, the Peruvian Vipertooth is smooth-scaled and copper colored with black ridge markings. The horns are short and the fangs are particularly venomous. The Vipertooth will feed readily on goats and cows, but has such a liking for humans that the International Confederation of Wizards was forced to send in exterminators in the late nineteenth century to reduce Vipertooth numbers, which had been increasing with alarming rapidity.