Part Four- Mine Heart is a Sea
Draco and Harry had actually started the study session in their secret room, studying things they were supposed to. But within an hour they gave up and just fell into the sea of sheets that had been so magically provided. It had taken them a while to find it, but the location was directly above the Room of Requirement, so some of the charms that created the room left a residue easily manipulated by the talented teens, making their own hideout.
"Draco?" Harry broke their most recent streak of kisses and propped his body up on his elbow.
"Yes, love?" Draco reached out and moved dark strands away from emerald eyes.
Harry opened his mouth to speak then closed it. Draco raised an eyebrow several shades darker than the majority of his hair. "Do you...about...hmm..."
The blonde snickered, "Do I about what?"
"Do you think we're being fair to everybody? I mean if we stopped this facade and came out, wouldn't we make people suffer less?"
Draco thought about that for a moment. "No."
"Why no?"
"I think that our friends would make us choose, and even though I'd rather choose your mates' side of everything...Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Nott, and some others do have the brains along with ruthlessness to back up their words. Since it would go beyond Hogwarts, I'd fear for Granger, Weasley, and..."
"And?"
"Gin. I should have told you sooner. Mother found out that Ginny and I were writing, she never found your letters, but...if I betray them too soon, we won't be able to protect her. From my mother or V-voldemort." It was the first time Draco had actually said Voldemort's name in front of Harry. The dark haired boy smiled.
"Who'd have known, underneath all that potion interior, was a kind, gentle, loving Draco Malfoy."
"Don't go spreading it around, I have a reputation crumbling here." Harry leaned over Draco to plant another deep kiss on already kiss-swollen lips.
"Mmm...speaking of the Red, how is she?" Harry let his body fall over Draco's.
"I'm worried about her. If she's come down with something, it's happened fairly quick."
"Where's the map?" Harry slid of the bed and walked barefoot to his discarded shirt and jacket. He then brought the parchment back over to the bed.
"Solemnly, I swear I'm up to no good!" Hogwarts spilled over the map. Both scanned for the dot that would say "Ginerva Weasley."
"Ah, ha she's in the Prefect's bathroom." Harry saw the dot with the tag sporting Ginny's name moving back and forth slightly.
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Homework had been going nowhere and the sickness that had come on the night before was dissipating slowly, a bath seemed to be helping. Ginny swum laps back and forth in the bubbled water of the swimming pool bathtub. She stopped for a moment and closed her eyes.
Last night's dream had been so horrifying, yet the horror behind it was more sexually thrilling than anything. Tom Riddle had appeared to her, the way he had been in her first year down in the Chamber of Secrets. Youthful, even after fifty years. Dark hair, piercing dark eyes showing the malevolence in his soul.
He held me so gently; he lips had been so soft. Ginny traced her own fingers over her lips. He'd tasted like mint chocolate and the deep taste of blood.
"Sexual fantasies in the Prefect's bathroom. I think these walls have seen much more." A voice full of sex, even when he didn't mean it, echoed off white marble. Ginny shrieked and ducked into the water so only her head could be seen above the bubbles.
"Damnit, Draco! Don't scare me like that!" Draco was nowhere to be seen. "Harry! Draco! Take the cloak off!" Two gorgeous heads then, two fuckable bodies were unveiled about three feet from the edge of the tub. Ginny tried to give her most dangerous death glare.
"Easy Gin, we don't want to die in here!" Draco laughed then sat down. Harry threw the cloak over by Ginny's bag and sat next to his lover.
"Get out! I'm not dressed or in a good mood."
Harry then promptly stood and began to strip.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ginny narrowed her eyes even more at the pair.
"Undressing so that I can join you." The redhead growled. "Easy, barracudas aren't allowed in a Hogwarts bathtub."
Draco looked up at Harry who'd just thrown his shirt and undershirt aside. "Is that really a rule?"
"Yeah, Filtch made it one after Fred and George released one in their second year." Ginny spoke up. Harry was now down to green boxers.
"Keep your boxers on, and get me a towel. I don't want to be naked in a bathtub with you. If anyone found out..."
Draco laughed again. "They won't."
Harry walked over to the diving board, a pair of bronze eyes, and a pair of pewter eyes following him. He stood on the board then jumped in. Ginny tried to search through the thick bubbles for him, and found the dark headed teen when he grabbed her ankle.
"Towel!" Ginny shrieked. Draco chuckled again and began sliding to the rack of white fluff. Draco slid back and handed the towel to Ginny.
Harry had surfaced. "Judges?"
"A four." Ginny grumbled, trying to preserve her modesty wrapping the wet mass around her. She looked up and saw that Draco was now discarding his clothes. "No! No! NO! No more naked boys in the bathtub."
"I'm not naked. "Harry swum around the redhead with a broad smile on his face.
"Fine nearly naked!" She glanced over at the Slytherin; he was peeling off his black pants with no show of boxers or any other kind of underwear. "What do you think you're doing?"
"About to join you." Draco's pants were down around his ankles and he was stepping out of them.
"Harry make him put something on!"
"Well he goes commando, and as I am only wearing boxers not wanting to get my pants wet..." She growled again.
The sound of Draco discarding his pants to the pile of clothes sent nasty images through her head. She could feel her heart start to pound. How many wet dreams, fantasies, and daydreams had been spent about Draco and Harry's bodies? Ginny swallowed hard as she heard Draco slip into the water.
"Draco, please put some clothes on," she whimpered.
"Do you really want me to do that?" The blonde slid over to Harry and planted a kiss on wet lips.
"For my sanity and the sanity of my bed sheets, yes."
Harry laughed, Draco smiled too. "Well, you do seem in a better mood." Harry kissed his lover.
Draco kept smiling. "It's because I am. Why shouldn't I be? Aced that potion, finished Weasley's essay, I tell ya I don't want to run across a Succubi any time soon, and I'm with two of the most beautiful people I know in a bathtub." Ginny growled again. "Awww, are you mad cause I didn't kiss you either?" Draco launched at her.
Ginny tried to move backwards as fast as she could. Have to deny. Don't want a naked Draco on top of me. He's Harry's...Ginny backed up to the wall and remained silent.
"Please don't do this. This is not fun; at least not right now. I just want to go to bed. Don't look, please." Ginny grabbed the side of the tub and hoisted her self out of the cooling water.
Draco and Harry both turned around. Ginny grabbed for a dry towel, hurriedly dried off, wrestled her clothes on and made for the door.
"I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings Gin." Draco looked over at her with remorseful eyes.
"I know. I just want to be in a serious mood. Good night."
" 'Night," both said.
As soon as she was under her sheets and blanket, Ginny closed her eyes. Fixing the memory of Harry's near naked body, and Draco's naked one in her mind. They belonged to each other. I can't break them up. I love them too much.
Ginny found herself head to toe in black. A black circlet of onyx stones brought out the blooded shades in her hair. The Renaissance style dress she wore was tight. The bodice laced up to bring her breasts high and pert. Black leather boots and black lace gloves completed the dark outfit. She stared into the mirror, something was wrong with the reflection. This wasn't Ginny Weasley; this was the creation of someone else's imagination.
"So, beautiful." Tom's snaky voice cut through the silence, approaching her from behind. The mirror eliminated any surprise, yet it covered everything. He was dressed in black robes; no other color broke the monochrome theme. The cave's blackness, was only broken by the light emitted by the black candles.
"No, I'm not."
"Of course you are, my Lady. Now come, the world awaits for you to awaken." Tom held out his hand. When she took his hand the feeling did not accompany the look. His fingers felt long, even though they didn't look it...
"Stop it." She pulled her hand away.
"You can't deny the darkness within, vast as any sea. It is the driving force of the universe, evil."
Looking in the mirror, he was right...evil. The essence of her soul. But there was also light. Harry and Draco's faces appeared in the glass, they each held out a hand...for her.