Can they make a difference?
Chapter 8: Promises and Lies
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
~V: Aww, you know I hate when you do that. Why don't you just tell me what's going on inside that head of yours. Okay, I guess I'm gonna have to wait ^_~ New story, huh? Well, tell me what you decide what to do with it. Man, it's been a while we need to get caught up, I'll email you sometime this weekend, 'k!
~Da Hoss: I'm glad that I'm in that chosen few who is writing a decent job with a HP crossover. Thank you!
~Christine G: I kinda like how I'm shaping Lucius. Yes, Voldemort is now in the picture and he does have plans but there're not going to be revealed just yet. Hmm, maybe in the next chapter, but I will tell you it's not what you think ^_~
~LinxgXiaoyu: Did someone say, "Barbeque." I've only just begun.
~Nelia: Voldemort will take us on a ride that no one wants to get back on. Snape was surprised that he's a Saiyan just imagine how he's going to react when he finds out about related to Vegeta. I'm glad that you loved that little twist. I do try to keep it entertaining ^_~
~Kewla: You always say that you never get any of my clues but you might be on the right track this time. Read on find out if you're right. Now, what's the point in warning Lucius about our royal couple. We need some type of excitement. Don't worry about Pansy, she's going to get what's coming to her. However, I'm still debating on who will get that task. Yes, you will find the gender of the baby but I'm not telling when ^_~
~Red Kasei: I know I was mean for writing that teaser but yeah at least I got you checking for updates, ne? Just like I told Kewla Pansy is going to get it. Oh, I do have a mate for Sev. No surprises for that one but then again it's me you're talking about. Anything goes! Okay, so you're about the third or fourth vote for a baby girl, we'll see. Anything new w/ you? Let me know if you have something I can't wait ^_~
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Now enough of my endless chatter. On with the story. Enjoy!
/ Thoughts /
:: Telepathy ::
~oOo@oOo~
When Professor Dumbledore informed Madam Pomfrey of Harry and Draco's relationship she made no comment about the couple, but she was pleased to know her intuition had been correct. Even though she wasn't a hundred percent positive, she had suspected something was going on between the schoolmates when Draco was first brought into the hospital.
As the days passed and Draco hadn't awakened she noticed with some concern that Harry had stopped coming to visit the Malfoy boy. She knew immediately that something bad had transpired. What added to her anxiety was the daily presence of Pansy Parkinson. Dumbledore had told her to allow anyone to visit Draco, but the healer didn't like it.
Pansy sat by Draco's side every day talking to the unconscious Slytherin, making plans for their future. Pomfrey merely shook her head at the girl, knowing that her presence was not helping, and her dreams would never see fruition.
The day Mr. Malfoy arrived, his son had been in a coma for nearly a week. Her messages to Harry had not been enough to convince him to return to Draco's bedside, so she hoped that his father could change Potter's mind.
The mediwitch explained to Mr. Malfoy that his son would not awaken unless Harry shared magical energy with him. Madam Pomfrey also told him Pansy's presence was a determent to Draco's health. That information alone was enough to send the elder Malfoy on a rampage, storming into the Great Hall to see Dumbledore
What had followed had been a tense and frustrating meeting with Potter's ex- convict godfather, some Hogwarts instructors, and two *very * strange men.
Lucius left the disused classroom where he had spoken to Harry to go back to Dumbledore's office. At least he had succeeded in getting Potter to return to his son's side. He finally relaxed enough to allow himself to take a seat since he and the old wizard were the only ones in the office.
The blonde went straight to it, "Parkinson did it."
"So you keep saying Lucius, but unfortunately having no proof, other than Harry's word, we cannot do anything," Dumbledore replied. He offered his usual condiments of tea and lemon drops, but Lucius turned them down with a slight look of disgust.
"Why not use Veritaserum on the little witch?"
"We would need to get Mr. Parkinson's permission, and I doubt very much that he would allow his daughter to be questioned in such a manner," Dumbledore admitted. "However, there is one way we can find out the truth."
"Aside from me cursing Parkinson to hell, you mean?"
Dumbledore ignored the comment. "If Prince Vegeta agrees to it, he can extract the truth from Miss Parkinson."
Lucius snorted, which was so unlike a Malfoy, but he found the Headmaster being rather humorous.
"How, pray tell, would he do that? Beat it out of her? From what I've heard he is nothing more than a short, arrogant brute intent on trying to beat the living daylights out of Severus. Clearly he and his companion have no type of magical ability."
That all too familiar shine was back in Dumbledore's eyes, Lucius knew that the aging wizard was up to no good. Sometimes he wondered if Dumbledore was really a Slytherin.
"There are some things that I cannot disclose with you about the prince but I can tell you that he has the ability to read minds."
Dumbledore waited a few seconds for Lucius' reaction. "Telepaths have long since vani-"
"Vegeta's background suggests otherwise. His entire family was telepathic except for his Mother and Father. For some unexplainable reason they were bypassed. Vegeta has harnessed his ability to make him almost as fearful as Voldemort. His name evokes fear to those who say it. Not to mention that his reputation as an Saiyan Elite."
Lucius bewilderedly stared at Dumbledore. "How can that be? There hasn't been a known telepath in the last two hundred years at least, and a Saiyan? They don't exist anymore."
"Vegeta and Goku are possibly the last of their kind. Keeping on their good side would do you and everyone else a world of good," the professor explained.
"Okay, Dumbledore, you now have my interest piqued. Is he really that powerful?"
"Oh, yes, and if you don't want him knowing about your life as a Death Eater, I suggest that you don't give him a reason to look into your head."
~oOo@oOo~
The afternoon crept by with Harry sitting in Draco's private room. He kept breaking down and crying as he looked down at the sleeping blonde. He didn't even know how to go about repairing the damage he had caused.
Madam Pomfrey walked in to see him staring at Draco with a confused look upon his visage. "Harry what's the matter?"
Harry unconsciously bit his lower lip. "I was.uh.trying to.what.to do," he stammered.
She understood what was distressing him. "Oh, it's quite simple really."
"What do I have to do?" he asked, hopefully.
Pomfrey had begun to explain when Pansy waltzed into the room. "Miss Parkinson, I'm sorry but you're going to have to leave."
"I've come to see how Draco's doing. What is *he* doing here?" Pansy sneered, pointing a bony finger at Harry.
"Mr. Potter is here for a special reason that you do not need to know. Now, Miss Parkinson I must insist that you leave at once."
"No! I'm Draco's fiancee and I have a right to know why he is not awake. Potter should be the one to leave. I would hate to think what would happen if Mr. Malfoy was to show and saw Harry fraternizing with his son," Pansy said with malice.
Harry's eyes flared to life in anger at her words. The water glass on the bedside table began to tremble. Harry wasn't going to listen to the pack of lies that she so easily spewed. Furniture and windows began to vibrate as his fury rose. He was close to leveling the room when Madam Pomfrey gripped his shoulder. She whispered a warning in his ear of the danger to Draco if he caused this damage here.
"That is quite enough, Miss Parkinson," said the silky voice.
They whirled around to see Professor Snape standing in the doorway with Sirius and Remus. They had heard the entire exchange.
"Miss Parkinson, follow me. Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you." Severus didn't even stay for a response as he turned to leave.
Sirius and Remus had only stopped by to see how Harry was holding up. By the looks of it he was under more of a strain than usual.
"Listen Harry, we can't stay long. We just want to know, how are you feeling?" Remus asked with sincerity.
"Okay, I guess. I'm worried about Draco though. He hasn't woken up yet. Madam Pomfrey is thinks I can help with that."
"I'm sure you can, Harry. You two have something that most of us can only dream about," Remus replied with an envious look.
Harry turned to his godfather. "I'm sorry Sirius that I didn't tell you straight away about Draco and I-"
The older wizard raised a callused hand. "Don't worry about that now Harry. What's important is that you are able to help Draco get well." Sirius pulled Harry into his embrace. Harry pulled Remus into their hug. After all he was his second godfather.
"Now, Harry please listen to whatever Madam Pomfrey tell you to do all right?"
"Yes, Remus."
"We'll see you later."
"Where are you going?"
"Dumbledore wants us to bring Vegeta and Goku to his office," Sirius answered. He saw the panicked look in Harry's eyes. "Don't worry, we just need him to answer some questions, then he's off."
"Do be careful. Vegeta is a little. . .um. . .unstable at the moment," Harry tried to put it as delicately as possible.
"We'll try to remember that," Sirius replied with a sly wink.
The two Marauders left Harry alone to his brooding thoughts. He was determined to help Draco anyway that he could.
~oOo@oOo~
Pansy followed quietly behind the Head of Slytherin house. /Oh, bugger/ she thought.
Snape opened the oak door and had her enter in front of him. She entered a wide circular room that was crowded with books, astronomy gadgets, and pictures of the former Heads of Hogwarts. She passed a set of high backed chairs not looking at anything but what was directly in front of her. Pansy was trying desperately to ignore Professor Snape who was behind her.
She was a little nervous as to why Dumbledore would want to speak with her. He couldn't have found out about her secret?
The professor looked up from his desk and greeted the young witch. "Ah, Miss Parkinson I'm so glad that you could make it."
The Potions Master eased into one of the vacant chairs. Pansy didn't notice that two other people were all ready in the office ahead of her.
"We are still waiting for Professors Black and Lupin to join us as well as Prince Vegeta and Mr. Son."
She didn't like the sound of that. "Why am I here, Sir?"
"All in due time my child. Would you like some tea or lemon drops?" he offered.
"Er. . .no thank you."
Lucius thought that he was going to gag at her artificial politeness. /Selfish little bitch. I shouldn't have let Dumbledore talk me into this bloody meeting/ he thought as he played with his cane. Dumbledore cast him a look. "Miss Parkinson, why don't you have a seat?"
She turned to the voice. Her eyes met cold emotionless silvers. "Wh-why Mr. Malfoy, I didn't know that you were here." Pansy looked to her head of house, but Severus remained quiet.
"Indeed," was all he said. Lucius continued to stare at the girl, making her uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze.
Pansy gulped. This was not a good sign at all. If anything it was a bad omen. Lucius Malfoy, a well-known supporter of He Who Must Not Be Named, was sitting in the same room with Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. It was rumored that Mr. Malfoy would not come to Hogwarts unless something horrendous took place, which meant that Draco was in worse shape than she thought.
The rest of the time was spent in an awkward silence with Pansy praying to the gods that she would come out of this unscathed.
~oOo@oOo~
Goku was lying beside his mate under the plush comforts of the eiderdown. He was spooned up against Vegeta as he rested on his left side. He thought about when they had visited the pitch. He smiled softly from the recent memory.
Even though Vegeta was extremely tired he never complained about the physical demands that they went through when they made love. Goku worshipped Vegeta even more because his smaller mate was pregnant with his child - their child.
The hardship his mate was going through now worried Goku. Vegeta had already miscarried. The pregnancy had been too much of a strain on Vegeta's small body. He couldn't keep any of his food down; Vegeta couldn't even keep water to stay down. He became severely dehydrated. The prince couldn't get the rest or nutrition required to support a pregnancy. Bulma had voiced this on more than one occasion, and tried to develop something in her lab that would help, but had sadly failed.
Everyone was devastated by the loss, including Chi-Chi. Vegeta had become depressed. He tried very hard to forget the pain of losing the child he and Goku would have had.
After some time it seemed that Kami was being kind to them and allowed the prince to become pregnant once again.
Goku closed his eyes trying not to think about the pain and sorrow of the recent past. His only concern now was for the present. He had begged and even tried ordering Vegeta to be more careful, especially around Pansy. His prince, of course, was too proud to listen. He held in a growl, not wanting to wake his mate. Goku finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened a short time later by someone trying to gain entrance into the tower.
He cautiously slipped from behind Vegeta, throwing a pair of black gi bottoms and walked downstairs. He opened the portrait to his guests, Sirius and Remus.
"Hey guys," Goku said with a beaming smile. The visitors openly ogled the tall male. They never knew that the Saiyan was built like a god. No wonder Vegeta was always set off by flirtatious comments. He was keeping all other competition away.
Sirius and Remus liked Goku a lot - too bad they couldn't say the same for Vegeta. The tall male always had a smile or a grin for everyone, making everyone feel comfortable with his good nature. How someone so cheerful ended up with a grouch like Vegeta was beyond them.
"Hello Goku. May we talk with you and Vegeta for a moment?" Remus asked.
"Uh. . .well. . .Geta is asleep right now. Maybe I can help you."
"Hmmm, okay. Dumbledore has requested your presence in his office."
"Why?"
"Well, it seems that Miss Parkinson was the one who sent that Bludger after Draco, causing him to fall off his broomstick," Sirius explained.
"What can-?" but Goku caught himself. He understood what was going on. "Please inform the professor that we'll be there in fifteen minutes."
The teachers left. Goku groaned, now he had the job to wake the sleeping prince from a peaceful nap. "There goes the afternoon," he said under his breath.
~oOo@oOo~
Fifteen minutes later found Goku and a not so happy looking Vegeta. He was mad. Not only was he mad he was tired. Vegeta didn't get as much sleep as he had hoped. Now he and Goku were standing in the Headmaster's office. Goku had told him what Sirius and Remus said. Vegeta was sure that Dumbledore wanted him to confirm that Pansy was the one who hurt Draco. Vegeta all ready knew that she did it. Her thoughts were practically bouncing around the school.
/This is just fuckin' great/ he muttered to himself, scowling. Then he smirked, /But now I can have some *fun* with the onnanoko./
"Gentlemen and Ladies, I know that you are wondering why we are all here." Dumbledore glanced around his office. Everyone nodded their heads, except for Vegeta, who glared at the girl. "There was an incident two weeks ago concerning young Mr. Malfoy."
He looked to Pansy, who kept her composure. "We have been recently told recently that you, Miss Parkinson, had some words with Mr. Potter."
"We had a little disagreement," she answered defensively. "So what?"
"So what?!" Lucius Malfoy hissed, moving to stare her in the eyes. "Are you aware that by saying what you said to Potter you nearly cost my son his life?"
"How? I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Malfoy," she insisted, staring defiantly back.
"Please Miss Parkinson. You can either cooperate in this, or we will have to do it the hard way," Professor McGonagall said from behind her.
Pansy remained tight-lipped, continuing to look at Malfoy.
Her accuser continued, "Potter and my son are bound soul mates. By you interfering with their relationship, which is all ready fragile, you have caused Harry to reject to bond. Surely you have enough intelligence to know a little something about bonding?" The furious father didn't give her a chance to explain her actions. "With Potter refusing to accept the bond with my son they will both die. Draco has all ready slipped into a coma. It's only a matter of time before Potter succumbs also."
"I didn't do anything wrong," Pansy declared stubbornly. She was sure that if she continued with the pretense of her innocence they will dropped the inquisition.
"YOU HURT MY SON!" he thundered. Lucius slammed his cane down on the hard wood floor. The sound crackled echoing around them.
Dumbledore sighed; he regretted having to do this. "Very well Miss Parkinson, you leave us no choice." The Headmaster looked to Vegeta who was smirking from behind everyone.
The prince casually sauntered around them. They eyed his swollen stomach but immediately stopped when they heard a low growl from Goku.
"I see that you're good at lying, brat," he snarled.
"How dare you call me a brat?" she snapped.
Vegeta leaned over her menacingly, continuing as if Pansy hadn't spoken. "I know that you were the one who tried to hurt the blonde."
Lucius gritted his teeth and gripped his cane. He still hadn't changed his opinion of the male. He hated when people referred to him and his son as 'blondes'.
"That could have been anyone," she said defensively.
"It could have been, but I happen to know that it was you," Vegeta growled, looking directly into her eyes. Pansy finally lost her composure and flinched under the prince's intimidating glare.
"I highly doubt that someone who has no magical power could possible know if I or any one else did anything to Draco," she shot back, struggling to regain her control.
Vegeta walked away from her and returned to his seat next to Goku. Goku's tail immediately snaked out and coiled around his wrist. "Why did you tell Harry that you and Draco were engaged?"
"SHE DID WHAT?!!!" Sirius roared, nearly knocking his chair over.
"Because Draco and I *are * betrothed! Mr. Malfoy and Father had discussed it."
"Silly girl, there is no way in hell I would ask my son marry you, knowing full fucking well that he would be bonded and married to Potter!" Lucius bellowed.
"Don't get upset Padfoot," Remus murmured, pulling his friend back into his seat. If the former Gryffindor lost control he might do something that he would regret later. "There must be some reason why Miss Parkinson did such a thing." He turned his golden orbs to her.
"Yes you di-"
::Stop lying:: the voice interrupted.
"Who said that?" Pansy looked around the room. Someone said those two words to her.
"Miss Parkinson," Dumbledore called. She faced him with an uneasy look. "Prince Vegeta is a telepath. Any memory that is locked away he will be able to retrieve. Now, I will ask you just this once: Were you involved in the attack on young Draco with that Bludger?"
"No."
Vegeta walked back over to her, opening all his senses - he could hear Pansy's heart beating wildly in her chest, smell the fear that poured off of her. He locked eyes with the girl.
::I know every little dirty secret that you hold. You were the one who arranged sending that deadly object to the blonde. You also told the boy that the blonde was in love with you. When in fact it's just the opposite::
Pansy eyes were open wide in fear, her mouth hanging open. She thought they couldn't make her admit to anything until see felt the pressure that Vegeta was placing on her mind.
::Just confess, and I'll stop.::
Her head felt like it was being crushed, squeezed. She whimpered. He was going to kill her if he continued to do so. She tried shaking her head to clear it of the unwanted invasion but to no avail.
::Confess.::
Sweat pooled on her creamy white forehead and traveled down the sides of her face. Pansy was panting. The room felt hot, as if no air was circulating through it. Her hand went straight to her neck. She tried to speak but her words died on her pale pink lips. Her throat burned.
"Geta stop," Goku said calmly, hiding his worry for the stress his mate was putting himself under.
Pansy collapsed to the floor, unconscious. A trail of blood oozed from her nose.
Malfoy stared at Vegeta with grudging respect - mental abilities like that put him on a power level close to the Dark Lord. Vegeta probably could have killed her with one single thought.
"Prince Vegeta, I must remind you that you are to get the information and not harm my student," Dumbledore reprimanded. "The purpose of this was to attain a confession, not hospitalize her."
"Hn, whatever. She made a deal with one of the players from Ravenclaw. She enchanted the ball and had them release it after the blonde caught the golden orb." Goku sensed how much that effort had cost his mate and unobtrusively moved behind him to lend his support.
"Another student was involved?" McGonagall asked in disbelief.
"They didn't know what it would do. The onnanoko lied to them."
"What else did Miss Parkinson do?" this time it was Snape who asked the question.
"She told the boy to stay away from his mate," Vegeta said as a matter of fact.
McGonagall choked on her tea when the royal said that. "You mean Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy are-are. . ." she couldn't bring herself to say the rest of the sentence.
"Don't be such a prude. Their scent is all over each other." Vegeta smirked. He was going to let them draw their own conclusions. He and Goku knew that truth, and maybe the wolf did, too. Vegeta had mentioned to his partner that Harry and Draco would bond soon.
"My godson is not having sex with Malfoy!" Sirius declared. He was shooting daggers in Vegeta's direction.
So, the wolf had smelled them. He must have told him that the teens were not intimate yet.
"Goku?" Remus wanted desperately to keep to his friend from over-reacting. He just wanted the Saiyan male to clarify the situation with his godson and his boyfriend.
The earth-raised Saiyan looked around the room. "I'm not going to deny that Harry and Draco are close but I'm also not going to say what they are doing behind closed doors. They are practically adults and should be treated as such."
The Hogworts staff gaped at the man. This was the first time they had heard him speak with any degree of intelligence. No one could have anticipated that. They were floored. Dumbledore had a satisfied look on his face from the answer. Vegeta smiled openly at his lover. He knew that Goku put on an act in front of people. The taller male just showed a little bit of that side to them
"Well, I must sa-say-" Lucius began but he sucked in a deep breath of air as did Snape. Both grabbed for their right forearm and at the same time Vegeta doubled over.
"I must go now. I will be back to discuss what should be done about her." The elder Malfoy fled from the room.
"Geta, what's wrong?" Goku wrapped a strong arm in front of his mate to support him, his tail unconsciously coiling around Vegeta's wrist.
"Iie. It's nothing," Vegeta answered, straightening up and pushing Goku's arm away. "We better be getting back. I need to rest." Goku's tail returned to his waist, but he never took his worried eyes off Vegeta.
As the couple walked toward the door Vegeta stumbled. He gripped the side of his stomach and promptly collapsed, Goku barely catching him before he hit the floor. He was close to panic - something was wrong; torrents of frightful emotions were flowing from his mate. He scooped up the prone prince and quickly left before the others could say anything.
Remus watched as Goku ducked out of the office with Vegeta in his arms. He wondered if he would be able to find someone who cared as much for him as they obviously did for each other. He hoped that. . .well it didn't matter, not any more. Remus looked at the other professors with sad golden eyes, listening to Dumbledore talking to Severus.
Snape was out the door just like Malfoy. Dumbledore just hoped that they made it back without injury.
~oOo@oOo~
Madam Pomfrey returned to her office after she had instructed Harry on how to share his energy with Draco. A few minutes had passed when Harry felt a slight grip in his own hand and gave a small gasp. Harry's emerald aura had surrounded Draco and was now flooding the room with glowing light.
The Gryffindor held on until a silver aura appeared around him mingling with his own energy. Draco stirred in his sleep. Silver orbs fluttered opened to stare into jade eyes and with a sense of relief Harry bent down and kissed his boyfriend.
"Harry," Draco's voice cracked from the lack of use.
"Ssshh, love you're still weak," Harry said. He placed trembling fingers over Draco's chapped lips. However, the blonde did not agree with that judgment.
Draco reached with his other hand to hold on to Harry's. "I want you to know something," he whispered. Being unconscious for over two weeks was very evident in his tired face and weak husky voice, but the Gryffindor had never seen a more beautiful sight.
Harry was silently crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was barely holding back from sobbing his relief out loud.
"I don't ever want you to give up on living because I got hurt or worse died. I felt your energy slowly draining from you." Draco was panting as he tried to finish. "I want you to know that I love you, Harry."
The dam broke. "I love you too Draco." Harry bent down and kissed him again. Crystal tears free falling soaked Draco's bedclothes.
"Well it's about time that you woke up, Mr. Malfoy." The teens separated to look into the beaming face of the hospital's healer.
"Oh, Madam Pomfrey I was just about to call you," Harry said.
The witch rolled her eyes. "Please Harry. I think that after seven years of you and Mr. Malfoy laying up here every year I think that first names are in order."
Harry grinned then he noticed that Draco was quiet. He looked back to the blonde only find that he had fallen asleep.
"Now, young man I suggest that you drink this. Professor Snape made it for you and Draco." Pomfrey shoved a vial into his hands.
Harry suspiciously eyed the red potion before unstopping it and turning it up. He shuddered at the horrid taste. "God! What was that awful tasting stuff?" Harry stuck out his tongue, wiping it with his hand trying to rid it of the bad taste.
The mediwitch giggled. "That was a regenitive potion as well as a mild sedative." Right when she said that Harry promptly went to sleep.
"Humph, it seems that Severus may have given it a little bit of a kick. Oh, well." Madam Pomfrey positioned Harry properly on the bed, extinguishing the candles and closing the door behind her.
~oOo@oOo~
The room was pitch black and stuffy. All the windows were boarded with no fresh air circulating. The group of people covered their coughs as they breathed in the stale air. The occupants in the room hung back close to the door just in case they needed to make a fast get-a-way. Further in the room two lone figures stood side by side kneeling in front of a throne.
Seated upon the throne was none other than the Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. He had summoned his first and second in command Death Eaters. Malfoy and Snape were the only ones who were not wearing their white masks.
It had been some time since he had met with them and he wanted to know how things were progressing with Potter.
"So Lucius, tell me, when will your son and Potter be bound?"
Lucius flipped down the black hood of his cloak. "I don't know my Lord. Potter has not agreed to it but my son is determined," Lucius answered. He slowly released his breath once he realized that the wizard wasn't going to curse him.
"Severus?"
Snape knew what his Master wanted to hear. "If nothing else happens between now and Draco's next birthday they should be bound after graduation."
"Good. We will remain low with minimal activity. I want Potter to think that I've given up. I want everything to go as planned. Then I will possess the greatest weapon of all. Leave me. I'm in a good mood," he hissed.
Snape and Malfoy didn't need to be told twice. They apparated right there on the spot and returned to the Malfoy Manor. They were not permitted to learn of Lord Voldemort's other plans.
~*~*~
Taking a seat behind his desk, Lucius gulped his drink in one go. He was worried. Voldemort wanted his son and Potter. Something was afoot.
"This isn't good, Lucius," Snape said taking the drink that Narcissa had offered him.
"I know."
They knew without a doubt what the evil wizard wanted. Hopefully, they would be able to do something to prevent that from happening. If not then the world was in danger. Once Harry and Draco were bound, they would be a force to be reckoned with.
"I'm going back to Hogwarts to report to Dumbledore. I suggest you think of something before Potter and Draco seal their bond," Snape said as he stood to leave.
"I will be back tomorrow. There is still that little matter to clear up with Miss Parkinson," Lucius replied.
"And what would you do? Vegeta nearly killed that girl."
Lucius looked thoughtfully at his friend. "Well, it's a damn shame that he didn't. Goku? That's a strange name." He finally had time to think about the unlikely pair.
Snape sat down again with his drink in hand. "I believe it's Japanese, but I could be wrong."
"It seems that he has a lot of control over Vegeta," Lucius said, swirling the contents of his drink.
"That's because the idiotic brute is the pregnant bastard's lover," Snape replied with a sneer. The Potions Master was never one to hold back when it came to insults.
"Pregnant? That was why his stomach was huge?"
Lucius nursed his drink for a moment, deep in thought. "I thought that Muggles of the same sex couldn't get pregnant."
"They're not. . ."
"No wait, Dumbledore told me that they are Saiyans. Now, correct me if I'm wrong but I thought that that race of beings were wiped out?"
"That's what the books would have us believe. Apparently a few managed to escape their planet's destruction." Snape was not about to disclose the fact that he one of that 'few'.
"I don't care for Vegeta. He looks at me as if he's looking into my soul." After today's events, Lucius now felt the need to be even more on his guard with the prince.
"Join the club," Snape merely replied rising once again. "I need to prepare for my next class tomorrow."
"Very well." Lucius shook hands with his friend biding him goodbye. Snape grabbed some power by the fireplace and stepped in. "Headmaster's office, Hogwarts!" he stated clearly then he was gone in a spire of neon green flames.
The elder Malfoy returned to his desk thinking about what could be done about Parkinson. She and her greedy father had caused him quite a bit of trouble. The other pureblood wanted his daughter to marry his son only because Draco was the sole heir of the Malfoy fortune.
However, Lucius had known that his son was bound to end up with Potter's kid. Parkinson had said it would be good if the teens married. Malfoy had known it wasn't possible, but he wasn't able to say so because it was Harry Potter, so he had totally ignored the remark. The question was how did Mr. Parkinson take silence and turn it 'acceptance'?
Making his decision, Lucius took out his quill and a piece of parchment with a fluid motion and began writing. Once he was finished with the letter he placed it inside a plain white envelope sealing it closed. He then pressed the Malfoy crest into the soft red wax. Taking out his wand, Lucius waved it with smooth wrist movements uttering a spell over it.
The envelope turned into a Howler and the person receiving it was going to get an earful.
~oOo@oOo~
All the teachers were sitting at the head table. Dumbledore had that mysterious twinkle back in his sapphire eyes. Sirius was sulking, as he knew what was going on in the Headmaster's mind. Even worse, he had to endure sitting next to Snape. Could his night get any worse? Of course it could. Remus was ignoring him, for reasons he thought that Sirius would not understand.
Remus was chatting away happily to Goku. About what, only Merlin would know that answer to that. The only good thing was that Vegeta was not there. Goku only half listened to Remus. His mind was on Vegeta.
~ Flashback ~
When the Saiyan couple left Dumbledore's office Goku had IT'd them straight to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey had been examining the still passed- out Vegeta when he came to. When he realized where he was again, he was furious at his mate.
Goku almost had to power up to Super Saiyan just to keep Vegeta down long enough for the healer to finish her exam.
"Your Highness! You must calm yourself. If you don't I'm afraid that you run the risk of losing your baby."
Vegeta stopped his struggles against Goku when Pomfrey said that. He didn't want to lose this baby.
"What's the matter? Why did he pass out like that?" Goku asked his hand covering the swell of Vegeta's stomach.
Pomfrey could tell that the larger male was worried about his lover. She sighed this was going to be difficult to explain and she didn't even know if they understood the full effects of the Dark Lord's power.
"When Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy left that were summoned by You-Know- Who. The power behind the summoning spelling must have transmitted to you Prince Vegeta. Apparently, you were to exhausted to fight the call."
"So what do we do now. He can't continue on like this," Goku replied. He was determined to do anything that would prevent his mate from losing another baby.
"He needs plenty of rest and lots of it. Also, I'm putting him on temporary bed rest. At this going rate he will for sure lose the child and that means no more dueling or mock fights," Pomfrey said in tone that meant 'or you will answer to me'.
Vegeta bit his tongue the witch was worse than the blue haired onna and the harpy. Pomfrey allowed Goku to take him back to the tower but not before she gave the royal a large dose of sleeping draught. The dosage was enough to keep him asleep for at least a few hours.
They finally returned to their room, Goku concealing a sleeping potion in his pocket. After much arguing and cajoling, he finally got the weakened prince to eat. Pomfrey pulled Goku aside away from Vegeta's hearing range instructing him that the prince should be giving another dose at midnight this way it will ensure that Vegeta gets a full night of rest.
~ End flashback ~
When Goku's dinner companions asked how Vegeta was, he had told them that the royal was fine. He had just overdone it today so he was resting and would not be joining them for dinner. He knew how much Vegeta hated to appear weak in other's eyes. Goku told them he probably wouldn't be staying the entire meal so he could check on his mate.
McGonagall tapped her goblet to silence the hall. Every single student was looking intently at his or her teachers, trying to guess what was going to be said. Dumbledore stood, Sirius trying very hard not to break his glass goblet.
"Just a few announcements before we begin tonight's feast. Hogsmead weekend will start next weekend-" Whoops and cheers resounded in the hall, effectively cutting off the rest of what the aging professor wanted to say. The atmosphere of going off campus was captivating. It was like a drug that no one wanted to give up.
Dumbledore waited patiently for his students to calm down. He continued on, "As a friendly reminder - Prince Vegeta is to be left alone by anyone not wishing to die by his hand or that of his mate. His pregnancy has made him and Mr. Son a bit more protective. So, do not aggravate either one-"
Again he was cut off by faint whispers. He smiled as the students came to realize that all of Vegeta and Goku's bursts of anger stemmed from the royal's condition. They were protecting their baby and Pansy had only made it worse by attacking Vegeta every chance she could get.
Everyone was going to have to be on their guard, especially after what their students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had said. There was no way that they wanted to repeat that day again, ever!
The hall settled down once more in order to hear the rest of the announcements. "Now, all you might be aware that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter are no longer living in their house dorms. The reason for this is they are sharing quarters."
The whole hall gasped except for the few who knew. "I ask that you refrain from harming Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter for they are soul mates and are coming into their full powers. Any harm to either of them will resort in a display of uncontrolled magic. With that said, let the feast begin." Dumbledore clapped his hands together. Mountains of exquisite food appeared.
Goku didn't waste any time jumping in. Remus stared in open fascination as Goku plied his plate high with food. Surely there was no way possible for him to eat all of that? He had to be taking extra to bring to Vegeta. Remus changed his silent opinion after watching his friend wolf down four heaping plates of food.
Sirius quietly seethed while eating his food. Of all the bloody people in the world, it was Snape that he was sitting next too. He was thinking of several different ways that he could curse the greasy Potions Master but nothing good was forth coming.
"Padfoot it's all ready dead," Remus whispered into his ear. Sirius looked down at his plate to see that he indeed 'killed' his meal. He actually had jabbed so hard at the plate it cracked in half. The animagus looked up to see the entire hall watching him with curious eyes.
"So Black, you've finally found something that will keep your students interested. Maybe you need to start butchering things in front of them. I'm amazed you can teach a Dark Arts course. You are so weak and ineffective you should stick with things that are already dead." Snape taunted as the students slowly went back to their meal after watching their professor 'attack' his food.
"You know Snape if it wasn't for your greasy hair and hooked nose, Dumbledore *might* have considered you for the position," Sirius shot back.
That was not the thing to say. Snape jumped out of his chair with his wand drawn. Sirius was just as quick. But he didn't pull his wand, his morphed into his animagus form and launched himself at the other teacher. It had happened so quickly that Snape didn't have time to react. He was amazed that Sirius would transform so quickly. As Snape went down, Sirius reverted back into his human form. It all happened so fast the only thing the students saw was a black blur.
"Remember one thing Snape, I can rip you apart within seconds and you'll still be trying to figure out what happened." Sirius got up and left. He ignored the calls from Remus, he was still mad at the fact that his friend had said not one friendly word to him throughout dinner.
"Are you all right Severus?" Remus asked.
"I'm fine. Now, if you don't mind," the dark hair professor snapped but Remus wasn't taking no or the insult for an answer. He grabbed onto the fallen man to help pull him up. When contact was made on bare skin both growled baring sharp teeth.
Goku saw that Snape's eyes had glossed over. They held an undeniable hunger to them. It was the same hunger that he had seen in Vegeta's obsidian orbs. Without a second thought he latched onto the Potions professor and to Remus and ITed them far away from the castle. Tonight was going to be dangerous.
~ TBC ~
A/N: Any guesses as to what just happened between Sirius, Snape & Remus? Okay, Dumbledore has officially informed everyone that Harry and Draco are soul mates but he didn't say the 'b' word. What do you think that the dark Lord has planned? Let me just say whatever you're thinking it's not it ^_~ Wondering what happened to Pansy? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out!
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Teaser Chapter 9: To Love Another
Draco was now sitting up in bed. The potion that Madam Pomfrey had given him did the trick. His mind wandered a little with his eyes closing slightly.
"Hi Dra."
"Blaise, shouldn't you be in class?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to make sure that you were doing better."
"Yes, I am feeling much better. In fact-" but Draco stopped mid-sentence as the door sung open to reveal the object of his dreams.
"I'll talk with you later." Blaise eased out of the room. Harry took the chair that was next to the bed.
"Hey," he greeted. "I got your message. What could you possible need that is going to make me late for class?"
Draco said nothing as he got up and properly greeted his boyfriend. Harry melted on the spot forgetting about that he had classes to attend.
"Harry I was going to wait until Christmas but in light of what happened I can't wait. . ."
Nemesis
Chapter 8: Promises and Lies
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships if you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
~V: Aww, you know I hate when you do that. Why don't you just tell me what's going on inside that head of yours. Okay, I guess I'm gonna have to wait ^_~ New story, huh? Well, tell me what you decide what to do with it. Man, it's been a while we need to get caught up, I'll email you sometime this weekend, 'k!
~Da Hoss: I'm glad that I'm in that chosen few who is writing a decent job with a HP crossover. Thank you!
~Christine G: I kinda like how I'm shaping Lucius. Yes, Voldemort is now in the picture and he does have plans but there're not going to be revealed just yet. Hmm, maybe in the next chapter, but I will tell you it's not what you think ^_~
~LinxgXiaoyu: Did someone say, "Barbeque." I've only just begun.
~Nelia: Voldemort will take us on a ride that no one wants to get back on. Snape was surprised that he's a Saiyan just imagine how he's going to react when he finds out about related to Vegeta. I'm glad that you loved that little twist. I do try to keep it entertaining ^_~
~Kewla: You always say that you never get any of my clues but you might be on the right track this time. Read on find out if you're right. Now, what's the point in warning Lucius about our royal couple. We need some type of excitement. Don't worry about Pansy, she's going to get what's coming to her. However, I'm still debating on who will get that task. Yes, you will find the gender of the baby but I'm not telling when ^_~
~Red Kasei: I know I was mean for writing that teaser but yeah at least I got you checking for updates, ne? Just like I told Kewla Pansy is going to get it. Oh, I do have a mate for Sev. No surprises for that one but then again it's me you're talking about. Anything goes! Okay, so you're about the third or fourth vote for a baby girl, we'll see. Anything new w/ you? Let me know if you have something I can't wait ^_~
Thank you to: Golden Darkness * AP * AlanRickmansTigressOfTheNight * RyokoChan2 * Da_blk_saiyangirl * SheaLoner * Kitanai Kodomo * FirePhoenix * Nell * Tomoyo Cha1
Now enough of my endless chatter. On with the story. Enjoy!
/ Thoughts /
:: Telepathy ::
~oOo@oOo~
When Professor Dumbledore informed Madam Pomfrey of Harry and Draco's relationship she made no comment about the couple, but she was pleased to know her intuition had been correct. Even though she wasn't a hundred percent positive, she had suspected something was going on between the schoolmates when Draco was first brought into the hospital.
As the days passed and Draco hadn't awakened she noticed with some concern that Harry had stopped coming to visit the Malfoy boy. She knew immediately that something bad had transpired. What added to her anxiety was the daily presence of Pansy Parkinson. Dumbledore had told her to allow anyone to visit Draco, but the healer didn't like it.
Pansy sat by Draco's side every day talking to the unconscious Slytherin, making plans for their future. Pomfrey merely shook her head at the girl, knowing that her presence was not helping, and her dreams would never see fruition.
The day Mr. Malfoy arrived, his son had been in a coma for nearly a week. Her messages to Harry had not been enough to convince him to return to Draco's bedside, so she hoped that his father could change Potter's mind.
The mediwitch explained to Mr. Malfoy that his son would not awaken unless Harry shared magical energy with him. Madam Pomfrey also told him Pansy's presence was a determent to Draco's health. That information alone was enough to send the elder Malfoy on a rampage, storming into the Great Hall to see Dumbledore
What had followed had been a tense and frustrating meeting with Potter's ex- convict godfather, some Hogwarts instructors, and two *very * strange men.
Lucius left the disused classroom where he had spoken to Harry to go back to Dumbledore's office. At least he had succeeded in getting Potter to return to his son's side. He finally relaxed enough to allow himself to take a seat since he and the old wizard were the only ones in the office.
The blonde went straight to it, "Parkinson did it."
"So you keep saying Lucius, but unfortunately having no proof, other than Harry's word, we cannot do anything," Dumbledore replied. He offered his usual condiments of tea and lemon drops, but Lucius turned them down with a slight look of disgust.
"Why not use Veritaserum on the little witch?"
"We would need to get Mr. Parkinson's permission, and I doubt very much that he would allow his daughter to be questioned in such a manner," Dumbledore admitted. "However, there is one way we can find out the truth."
"Aside from me cursing Parkinson to hell, you mean?"
Dumbledore ignored the comment. "If Prince Vegeta agrees to it, he can extract the truth from Miss Parkinson."
Lucius snorted, which was so unlike a Malfoy, but he found the Headmaster being rather humorous.
"How, pray tell, would he do that? Beat it out of her? From what I've heard he is nothing more than a short, arrogant brute intent on trying to beat the living daylights out of Severus. Clearly he and his companion have no type of magical ability."
That all too familiar shine was back in Dumbledore's eyes, Lucius knew that the aging wizard was up to no good. Sometimes he wondered if Dumbledore was really a Slytherin.
"There are some things that I cannot disclose with you about the prince but I can tell you that he has the ability to read minds."
Dumbledore waited a few seconds for Lucius' reaction. "Telepaths have long since vani-"
"Vegeta's background suggests otherwise. His entire family was telepathic except for his Mother and Father. For some unexplainable reason they were bypassed. Vegeta has harnessed his ability to make him almost as fearful as Voldemort. His name evokes fear to those who say it. Not to mention that his reputation as an Saiyan Elite."
Lucius bewilderedly stared at Dumbledore. "How can that be? There hasn't been a known telepath in the last two hundred years at least, and a Saiyan? They don't exist anymore."
"Vegeta and Goku are possibly the last of their kind. Keeping on their good side would do you and everyone else a world of good," the professor explained.
"Okay, Dumbledore, you now have my interest piqued. Is he really that powerful?"
"Oh, yes, and if you don't want him knowing about your life as a Death Eater, I suggest that you don't give him a reason to look into your head."
~oOo@oOo~
The afternoon crept by with Harry sitting in Draco's private room. He kept breaking down and crying as he looked down at the sleeping blonde. He didn't even know how to go about repairing the damage he had caused.
Madam Pomfrey walked in to see him staring at Draco with a confused look upon his visage. "Harry what's the matter?"
Harry unconsciously bit his lower lip. "I was.uh.trying to.what.to do," he stammered.
She understood what was distressing him. "Oh, it's quite simple really."
"What do I have to do?" he asked, hopefully.
Pomfrey had begun to explain when Pansy waltzed into the room. "Miss Parkinson, I'm sorry but you're going to have to leave."
"I've come to see how Draco's doing. What is *he* doing here?" Pansy sneered, pointing a bony finger at Harry.
"Mr. Potter is here for a special reason that you do not need to know. Now, Miss Parkinson I must insist that you leave at once."
"No! I'm Draco's fiancee and I have a right to know why he is not awake. Potter should be the one to leave. I would hate to think what would happen if Mr. Malfoy was to show and saw Harry fraternizing with his son," Pansy said with malice.
Harry's eyes flared to life in anger at her words. The water glass on the bedside table began to tremble. Harry wasn't going to listen to the pack of lies that she so easily spewed. Furniture and windows began to vibrate as his fury rose. He was close to leveling the room when Madam Pomfrey gripped his shoulder. She whispered a warning in his ear of the danger to Draco if he caused this damage here.
"That is quite enough, Miss Parkinson," said the silky voice.
They whirled around to see Professor Snape standing in the doorway with Sirius and Remus. They had heard the entire exchange.
"Miss Parkinson, follow me. Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you." Severus didn't even stay for a response as he turned to leave.
Sirius and Remus had only stopped by to see how Harry was holding up. By the looks of it he was under more of a strain than usual.
"Listen Harry, we can't stay long. We just want to know, how are you feeling?" Remus asked with sincerity.
"Okay, I guess. I'm worried about Draco though. He hasn't woken up yet. Madam Pomfrey is thinks I can help with that."
"I'm sure you can, Harry. You two have something that most of us can only dream about," Remus replied with an envious look.
Harry turned to his godfather. "I'm sorry Sirius that I didn't tell you straight away about Draco and I-"
The older wizard raised a callused hand. "Don't worry about that now Harry. What's important is that you are able to help Draco get well." Sirius pulled Harry into his embrace. Harry pulled Remus into their hug. After all he was his second godfather.
"Now, Harry please listen to whatever Madam Pomfrey tell you to do all right?"
"Yes, Remus."
"We'll see you later."
"Where are you going?"
"Dumbledore wants us to bring Vegeta and Goku to his office," Sirius answered. He saw the panicked look in Harry's eyes. "Don't worry, we just need him to answer some questions, then he's off."
"Do be careful. Vegeta is a little. . .um. . .unstable at the moment," Harry tried to put it as delicately as possible.
"We'll try to remember that," Sirius replied with a sly wink.
The two Marauders left Harry alone to his brooding thoughts. He was determined to help Draco anyway that he could.
~oOo@oOo~
Pansy followed quietly behind the Head of Slytherin house. /Oh, bugger/ she thought.
Snape opened the oak door and had her enter in front of him. She entered a wide circular room that was crowded with books, astronomy gadgets, and pictures of the former Heads of Hogwarts. She passed a set of high backed chairs not looking at anything but what was directly in front of her. Pansy was trying desperately to ignore Professor Snape who was behind her.
She was a little nervous as to why Dumbledore would want to speak with her. He couldn't have found out about her secret?
The professor looked up from his desk and greeted the young witch. "Ah, Miss Parkinson I'm so glad that you could make it."
The Potions Master eased into one of the vacant chairs. Pansy didn't notice that two other people were all ready in the office ahead of her.
"We are still waiting for Professors Black and Lupin to join us as well as Prince Vegeta and Mr. Son."
She didn't like the sound of that. "Why am I here, Sir?"
"All in due time my child. Would you like some tea or lemon drops?" he offered.
"Er. . .no thank you."
Lucius thought that he was going to gag at her artificial politeness. /Selfish little bitch. I shouldn't have let Dumbledore talk me into this bloody meeting/ he thought as he played with his cane. Dumbledore cast him a look. "Miss Parkinson, why don't you have a seat?"
She turned to the voice. Her eyes met cold emotionless silvers. "Wh-why Mr. Malfoy, I didn't know that you were here." Pansy looked to her head of house, but Severus remained quiet.
"Indeed," was all he said. Lucius continued to stare at the girl, making her uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze.
Pansy gulped. This was not a good sign at all. If anything it was a bad omen. Lucius Malfoy, a well-known supporter of He Who Must Not Be Named, was sitting in the same room with Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. It was rumored that Mr. Malfoy would not come to Hogwarts unless something horrendous took place, which meant that Draco was in worse shape than she thought.
The rest of the time was spent in an awkward silence with Pansy praying to the gods that she would come out of this unscathed.
~oOo@oOo~
Goku was lying beside his mate under the plush comforts of the eiderdown. He was spooned up against Vegeta as he rested on his left side. He thought about when they had visited the pitch. He smiled softly from the recent memory.
Even though Vegeta was extremely tired he never complained about the physical demands that they went through when they made love. Goku worshipped Vegeta even more because his smaller mate was pregnant with his child - their child.
The hardship his mate was going through now worried Goku. Vegeta had already miscarried. The pregnancy had been too much of a strain on Vegeta's small body. He couldn't keep any of his food down; Vegeta couldn't even keep water to stay down. He became severely dehydrated. The prince couldn't get the rest or nutrition required to support a pregnancy. Bulma had voiced this on more than one occasion, and tried to develop something in her lab that would help, but had sadly failed.
Everyone was devastated by the loss, including Chi-Chi. Vegeta had become depressed. He tried very hard to forget the pain of losing the child he and Goku would have had.
After some time it seemed that Kami was being kind to them and allowed the prince to become pregnant once again.
Goku closed his eyes trying not to think about the pain and sorrow of the recent past. His only concern now was for the present. He had begged and even tried ordering Vegeta to be more careful, especially around Pansy. His prince, of course, was too proud to listen. He held in a growl, not wanting to wake his mate. Goku finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened a short time later by someone trying to gain entrance into the tower.
He cautiously slipped from behind Vegeta, throwing a pair of black gi bottoms and walked downstairs. He opened the portrait to his guests, Sirius and Remus.
"Hey guys," Goku said with a beaming smile. The visitors openly ogled the tall male. They never knew that the Saiyan was built like a god. No wonder Vegeta was always set off by flirtatious comments. He was keeping all other competition away.
Sirius and Remus liked Goku a lot - too bad they couldn't say the same for Vegeta. The tall male always had a smile or a grin for everyone, making everyone feel comfortable with his good nature. How someone so cheerful ended up with a grouch like Vegeta was beyond them.
"Hello Goku. May we talk with you and Vegeta for a moment?" Remus asked.
"Uh. . .well. . .Geta is asleep right now. Maybe I can help you."
"Hmmm, okay. Dumbledore has requested your presence in his office."
"Why?"
"Well, it seems that Miss Parkinson was the one who sent that Bludger after Draco, causing him to fall off his broomstick," Sirius explained.
"What can-?" but Goku caught himself. He understood what was going on. "Please inform the professor that we'll be there in fifteen minutes."
The teachers left. Goku groaned, now he had the job to wake the sleeping prince from a peaceful nap. "There goes the afternoon," he said under his breath.
~oOo@oOo~
Fifteen minutes later found Goku and a not so happy looking Vegeta. He was mad. Not only was he mad he was tired. Vegeta didn't get as much sleep as he had hoped. Now he and Goku were standing in the Headmaster's office. Goku had told him what Sirius and Remus said. Vegeta was sure that Dumbledore wanted him to confirm that Pansy was the one who hurt Draco. Vegeta all ready knew that she did it. Her thoughts were practically bouncing around the school.
/This is just fuckin' great/ he muttered to himself, scowling. Then he smirked, /But now I can have some *fun* with the onnanoko./
"Gentlemen and Ladies, I know that you are wondering why we are all here." Dumbledore glanced around his office. Everyone nodded their heads, except for Vegeta, who glared at the girl. "There was an incident two weeks ago concerning young Mr. Malfoy."
He looked to Pansy, who kept her composure. "We have been recently told recently that you, Miss Parkinson, had some words with Mr. Potter."
"We had a little disagreement," she answered defensively. "So what?"
"So what?!" Lucius Malfoy hissed, moving to stare her in the eyes. "Are you aware that by saying what you said to Potter you nearly cost my son his life?"
"How? I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Malfoy," she insisted, staring defiantly back.
"Please Miss Parkinson. You can either cooperate in this, or we will have to do it the hard way," Professor McGonagall said from behind her.
Pansy remained tight-lipped, continuing to look at Malfoy.
Her accuser continued, "Potter and my son are bound soul mates. By you interfering with their relationship, which is all ready fragile, you have caused Harry to reject to bond. Surely you have enough intelligence to know a little something about bonding?" The furious father didn't give her a chance to explain her actions. "With Potter refusing to accept the bond with my son they will both die. Draco has all ready slipped into a coma. It's only a matter of time before Potter succumbs also."
"I didn't do anything wrong," Pansy declared stubbornly. She was sure that if she continued with the pretense of her innocence they will dropped the inquisition.
"YOU HURT MY SON!" he thundered. Lucius slammed his cane down on the hard wood floor. The sound crackled echoing around them.
Dumbledore sighed; he regretted having to do this. "Very well Miss Parkinson, you leave us no choice." The Headmaster looked to Vegeta who was smirking from behind everyone.
The prince casually sauntered around them. They eyed his swollen stomach but immediately stopped when they heard a low growl from Goku.
"I see that you're good at lying, brat," he snarled.
"How dare you call me a brat?" she snapped.
Vegeta leaned over her menacingly, continuing as if Pansy hadn't spoken. "I know that you were the one who tried to hurt the blonde."
Lucius gritted his teeth and gripped his cane. He still hadn't changed his opinion of the male. He hated when people referred to him and his son as 'blondes'.
"That could have been anyone," she said defensively.
"It could have been, but I happen to know that it was you," Vegeta growled, looking directly into her eyes. Pansy finally lost her composure and flinched under the prince's intimidating glare.
"I highly doubt that someone who has no magical power could possible know if I or any one else did anything to Draco," she shot back, struggling to regain her control.
Vegeta walked away from her and returned to his seat next to Goku. Goku's tail immediately snaked out and coiled around his wrist. "Why did you tell Harry that you and Draco were engaged?"
"SHE DID WHAT?!!!" Sirius roared, nearly knocking his chair over.
"Because Draco and I *are * betrothed! Mr. Malfoy and Father had discussed it."
"Silly girl, there is no way in hell I would ask my son marry you, knowing full fucking well that he would be bonded and married to Potter!" Lucius bellowed.
"Don't get upset Padfoot," Remus murmured, pulling his friend back into his seat. If the former Gryffindor lost control he might do something that he would regret later. "There must be some reason why Miss Parkinson did such a thing." He turned his golden orbs to her.
"Yes you di-"
::Stop lying:: the voice interrupted.
"Who said that?" Pansy looked around the room. Someone said those two words to her.
"Miss Parkinson," Dumbledore called. She faced him with an uneasy look. "Prince Vegeta is a telepath. Any memory that is locked away he will be able to retrieve. Now, I will ask you just this once: Were you involved in the attack on young Draco with that Bludger?"
"No."
Vegeta walked back over to her, opening all his senses - he could hear Pansy's heart beating wildly in her chest, smell the fear that poured off of her. He locked eyes with the girl.
::I know every little dirty secret that you hold. You were the one who arranged sending that deadly object to the blonde. You also told the boy that the blonde was in love with you. When in fact it's just the opposite::
Pansy eyes were open wide in fear, her mouth hanging open. She thought they couldn't make her admit to anything until see felt the pressure that Vegeta was placing on her mind.
::Just confess, and I'll stop.::
Her head felt like it was being crushed, squeezed. She whimpered. He was going to kill her if he continued to do so. She tried shaking her head to clear it of the unwanted invasion but to no avail.
::Confess.::
Sweat pooled on her creamy white forehead and traveled down the sides of her face. Pansy was panting. The room felt hot, as if no air was circulating through it. Her hand went straight to her neck. She tried to speak but her words died on her pale pink lips. Her throat burned.
"Geta stop," Goku said calmly, hiding his worry for the stress his mate was putting himself under.
Pansy collapsed to the floor, unconscious. A trail of blood oozed from her nose.
Malfoy stared at Vegeta with grudging respect - mental abilities like that put him on a power level close to the Dark Lord. Vegeta probably could have killed her with one single thought.
"Prince Vegeta, I must remind you that you are to get the information and not harm my student," Dumbledore reprimanded. "The purpose of this was to attain a confession, not hospitalize her."
"Hn, whatever. She made a deal with one of the players from Ravenclaw. She enchanted the ball and had them release it after the blonde caught the golden orb." Goku sensed how much that effort had cost his mate and unobtrusively moved behind him to lend his support.
"Another student was involved?" McGonagall asked in disbelief.
"They didn't know what it would do. The onnanoko lied to them."
"What else did Miss Parkinson do?" this time it was Snape who asked the question.
"She told the boy to stay away from his mate," Vegeta said as a matter of fact.
McGonagall choked on her tea when the royal said that. "You mean Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy are-are. . ." she couldn't bring herself to say the rest of the sentence.
"Don't be such a prude. Their scent is all over each other." Vegeta smirked. He was going to let them draw their own conclusions. He and Goku knew that truth, and maybe the wolf did, too. Vegeta had mentioned to his partner that Harry and Draco would bond soon.
"My godson is not having sex with Malfoy!" Sirius declared. He was shooting daggers in Vegeta's direction.
So, the wolf had smelled them. He must have told him that the teens were not intimate yet.
"Goku?" Remus wanted desperately to keep to his friend from over-reacting. He just wanted the Saiyan male to clarify the situation with his godson and his boyfriend.
The earth-raised Saiyan looked around the room. "I'm not going to deny that Harry and Draco are close but I'm also not going to say what they are doing behind closed doors. They are practically adults and should be treated as such."
The Hogworts staff gaped at the man. This was the first time they had heard him speak with any degree of intelligence. No one could have anticipated that. They were floored. Dumbledore had a satisfied look on his face from the answer. Vegeta smiled openly at his lover. He knew that Goku put on an act in front of people. The taller male just showed a little bit of that side to them
"Well, I must sa-say-" Lucius began but he sucked in a deep breath of air as did Snape. Both grabbed for their right forearm and at the same time Vegeta doubled over.
"I must go now. I will be back to discuss what should be done about her." The elder Malfoy fled from the room.
"Geta, what's wrong?" Goku wrapped a strong arm in front of his mate to support him, his tail unconsciously coiling around Vegeta's wrist.
"Iie. It's nothing," Vegeta answered, straightening up and pushing Goku's arm away. "We better be getting back. I need to rest." Goku's tail returned to his waist, but he never took his worried eyes off Vegeta.
As the couple walked toward the door Vegeta stumbled. He gripped the side of his stomach and promptly collapsed, Goku barely catching him before he hit the floor. He was close to panic - something was wrong; torrents of frightful emotions were flowing from his mate. He scooped up the prone prince and quickly left before the others could say anything.
Remus watched as Goku ducked out of the office with Vegeta in his arms. He wondered if he would be able to find someone who cared as much for him as they obviously did for each other. He hoped that. . .well it didn't matter, not any more. Remus looked at the other professors with sad golden eyes, listening to Dumbledore talking to Severus.
Snape was out the door just like Malfoy. Dumbledore just hoped that they made it back without injury.
~oOo@oOo~
Madam Pomfrey returned to her office after she had instructed Harry on how to share his energy with Draco. A few minutes had passed when Harry felt a slight grip in his own hand and gave a small gasp. Harry's emerald aura had surrounded Draco and was now flooding the room with glowing light.
The Gryffindor held on until a silver aura appeared around him mingling with his own energy. Draco stirred in his sleep. Silver orbs fluttered opened to stare into jade eyes and with a sense of relief Harry bent down and kissed his boyfriend.
"Harry," Draco's voice cracked from the lack of use.
"Ssshh, love you're still weak," Harry said. He placed trembling fingers over Draco's chapped lips. However, the blonde did not agree with that judgment.
Draco reached with his other hand to hold on to Harry's. "I want you to know something," he whispered. Being unconscious for over two weeks was very evident in his tired face and weak husky voice, but the Gryffindor had never seen a more beautiful sight.
Harry was silently crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was barely holding back from sobbing his relief out loud.
"I don't ever want you to give up on living because I got hurt or worse died. I felt your energy slowly draining from you." Draco was panting as he tried to finish. "I want you to know that I love you, Harry."
The dam broke. "I love you too Draco." Harry bent down and kissed him again. Crystal tears free falling soaked Draco's bedclothes.
"Well it's about time that you woke up, Mr. Malfoy." The teens separated to look into the beaming face of the hospital's healer.
"Oh, Madam Pomfrey I was just about to call you," Harry said.
The witch rolled her eyes. "Please Harry. I think that after seven years of you and Mr. Malfoy laying up here every year I think that first names are in order."
Harry grinned then he noticed that Draco was quiet. He looked back to the blonde only find that he had fallen asleep.
"Now, young man I suggest that you drink this. Professor Snape made it for you and Draco." Pomfrey shoved a vial into his hands.
Harry suspiciously eyed the red potion before unstopping it and turning it up. He shuddered at the horrid taste. "God! What was that awful tasting stuff?" Harry stuck out his tongue, wiping it with his hand trying to rid it of the bad taste.
The mediwitch giggled. "That was a regenitive potion as well as a mild sedative." Right when she said that Harry promptly went to sleep.
"Humph, it seems that Severus may have given it a little bit of a kick. Oh, well." Madam Pomfrey positioned Harry properly on the bed, extinguishing the candles and closing the door behind her.
~oOo@oOo~
The room was pitch black and stuffy. All the windows were boarded with no fresh air circulating. The group of people covered their coughs as they breathed in the stale air. The occupants in the room hung back close to the door just in case they needed to make a fast get-a-way. Further in the room two lone figures stood side by side kneeling in front of a throne.
Seated upon the throne was none other than the Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. He had summoned his first and second in command Death Eaters. Malfoy and Snape were the only ones who were not wearing their white masks.
It had been some time since he had met with them and he wanted to know how things were progressing with Potter.
"So Lucius, tell me, when will your son and Potter be bound?"
Lucius flipped down the black hood of his cloak. "I don't know my Lord. Potter has not agreed to it but my son is determined," Lucius answered. He slowly released his breath once he realized that the wizard wasn't going to curse him.
"Severus?"
Snape knew what his Master wanted to hear. "If nothing else happens between now and Draco's next birthday they should be bound after graduation."
"Good. We will remain low with minimal activity. I want Potter to think that I've given up. I want everything to go as planned. Then I will possess the greatest weapon of all. Leave me. I'm in a good mood," he hissed.
Snape and Malfoy didn't need to be told twice. They apparated right there on the spot and returned to the Malfoy Manor. They were not permitted to learn of Lord Voldemort's other plans.
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Taking a seat behind his desk, Lucius gulped his drink in one go. He was worried. Voldemort wanted his son and Potter. Something was afoot.
"This isn't good, Lucius," Snape said taking the drink that Narcissa had offered him.
"I know."
They knew without a doubt what the evil wizard wanted. Hopefully, they would be able to do something to prevent that from happening. If not then the world was in danger. Once Harry and Draco were bound, they would be a force to be reckoned with.
"I'm going back to Hogwarts to report to Dumbledore. I suggest you think of something before Potter and Draco seal their bond," Snape said as he stood to leave.
"I will be back tomorrow. There is still that little matter to clear up with Miss Parkinson," Lucius replied.
"And what would you do? Vegeta nearly killed that girl."
Lucius looked thoughtfully at his friend. "Well, it's a damn shame that he didn't. Goku? That's a strange name." He finally had time to think about the unlikely pair.
Snape sat down again with his drink in hand. "I believe it's Japanese, but I could be wrong."
"It seems that he has a lot of control over Vegeta," Lucius said, swirling the contents of his drink.
"That's because the idiotic brute is the pregnant bastard's lover," Snape replied with a sneer. The Potions Master was never one to hold back when it came to insults.
"Pregnant? That was why his stomach was huge?"
Lucius nursed his drink for a moment, deep in thought. "I thought that Muggles of the same sex couldn't get pregnant."
"They're not. . ."
"No wait, Dumbledore told me that they are Saiyans. Now, correct me if I'm wrong but I thought that that race of beings were wiped out?"
"That's what the books would have us believe. Apparently a few managed to escape their planet's destruction." Snape was not about to disclose the fact that he one of that 'few'.
"I don't care for Vegeta. He looks at me as if he's looking into my soul." After today's events, Lucius now felt the need to be even more on his guard with the prince.
"Join the club," Snape merely replied rising once again. "I need to prepare for my next class tomorrow."
"Very well." Lucius shook hands with his friend biding him goodbye. Snape grabbed some power by the fireplace and stepped in. "Headmaster's office, Hogwarts!" he stated clearly then he was gone in a spire of neon green flames.
The elder Malfoy returned to his desk thinking about what could be done about Parkinson. She and her greedy father had caused him quite a bit of trouble. The other pureblood wanted his daughter to marry his son only because Draco was the sole heir of the Malfoy fortune.
However, Lucius had known that his son was bound to end up with Potter's kid. Parkinson had said it would be good if the teens married. Malfoy had known it wasn't possible, but he wasn't able to say so because it was Harry Potter, so he had totally ignored the remark. The question was how did Mr. Parkinson take silence and turn it 'acceptance'?
Making his decision, Lucius took out his quill and a piece of parchment with a fluid motion and began writing. Once he was finished with the letter he placed it inside a plain white envelope sealing it closed. He then pressed the Malfoy crest into the soft red wax. Taking out his wand, Lucius waved it with smooth wrist movements uttering a spell over it.
The envelope turned into a Howler and the person receiving it was going to get an earful.
~oOo@oOo~
All the teachers were sitting at the head table. Dumbledore had that mysterious twinkle back in his sapphire eyes. Sirius was sulking, as he knew what was going on in the Headmaster's mind. Even worse, he had to endure sitting next to Snape. Could his night get any worse? Of course it could. Remus was ignoring him, for reasons he thought that Sirius would not understand.
Remus was chatting away happily to Goku. About what, only Merlin would know that answer to that. The only good thing was that Vegeta was not there. Goku only half listened to Remus. His mind was on Vegeta.
~ Flashback ~
When the Saiyan couple left Dumbledore's office Goku had IT'd them straight to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey had been examining the still passed- out Vegeta when he came to. When he realized where he was again, he was furious at his mate.
Goku almost had to power up to Super Saiyan just to keep Vegeta down long enough for the healer to finish her exam.
"Your Highness! You must calm yourself. If you don't I'm afraid that you run the risk of losing your baby."
Vegeta stopped his struggles against Goku when Pomfrey said that. He didn't want to lose this baby.
"What's the matter? Why did he pass out like that?" Goku asked his hand covering the swell of Vegeta's stomach.
Pomfrey could tell that the larger male was worried about his lover. She sighed this was going to be difficult to explain and she didn't even know if they understood the full effects of the Dark Lord's power.
"When Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy left that were summoned by You-Know- Who. The power behind the summoning spelling must have transmitted to you Prince Vegeta. Apparently, you were to exhausted to fight the call."
"So what do we do now. He can't continue on like this," Goku replied. He was determined to do anything that would prevent his mate from losing another baby.
"He needs plenty of rest and lots of it. Also, I'm putting him on temporary bed rest. At this going rate he will for sure lose the child and that means no more dueling or mock fights," Pomfrey said in tone that meant 'or you will answer to me'.
Vegeta bit his tongue the witch was worse than the blue haired onna and the harpy. Pomfrey allowed Goku to take him back to the tower but not before she gave the royal a large dose of sleeping draught. The dosage was enough to keep him asleep for at least a few hours.
They finally returned to their room, Goku concealing a sleeping potion in his pocket. After much arguing and cajoling, he finally got the weakened prince to eat. Pomfrey pulled Goku aside away from Vegeta's hearing range instructing him that the prince should be giving another dose at midnight this way it will ensure that Vegeta gets a full night of rest.
~ End flashback ~
When Goku's dinner companions asked how Vegeta was, he had told them that the royal was fine. He had just overdone it today so he was resting and would not be joining them for dinner. He knew how much Vegeta hated to appear weak in other's eyes. Goku told them he probably wouldn't be staying the entire meal so he could check on his mate.
McGonagall tapped her goblet to silence the hall. Every single student was looking intently at his or her teachers, trying to guess what was going to be said. Dumbledore stood, Sirius trying very hard not to break his glass goblet.
"Just a few announcements before we begin tonight's feast. Hogsmead weekend will start next weekend-" Whoops and cheers resounded in the hall, effectively cutting off the rest of what the aging professor wanted to say. The atmosphere of going off campus was captivating. It was like a drug that no one wanted to give up.
Dumbledore waited patiently for his students to calm down. He continued on, "As a friendly reminder - Prince Vegeta is to be left alone by anyone not wishing to die by his hand or that of his mate. His pregnancy has made him and Mr. Son a bit more protective. So, do not aggravate either one-"
Again he was cut off by faint whispers. He smiled as the students came to realize that all of Vegeta and Goku's bursts of anger stemmed from the royal's condition. They were protecting their baby and Pansy had only made it worse by attacking Vegeta every chance she could get.
Everyone was going to have to be on their guard, especially after what their students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had said. There was no way that they wanted to repeat that day again, ever!
The hall settled down once more in order to hear the rest of the announcements. "Now, all you might be aware that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter are no longer living in their house dorms. The reason for this is they are sharing quarters."
The whole hall gasped except for the few who knew. "I ask that you refrain from harming Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter for they are soul mates and are coming into their full powers. Any harm to either of them will resort in a display of uncontrolled magic. With that said, let the feast begin." Dumbledore clapped his hands together. Mountains of exquisite food appeared.
Goku didn't waste any time jumping in. Remus stared in open fascination as Goku plied his plate high with food. Surely there was no way possible for him to eat all of that? He had to be taking extra to bring to Vegeta. Remus changed his silent opinion after watching his friend wolf down four heaping plates of food.
Sirius quietly seethed while eating his food. Of all the bloody people in the world, it was Snape that he was sitting next too. He was thinking of several different ways that he could curse the greasy Potions Master but nothing good was forth coming.
"Padfoot it's all ready dead," Remus whispered into his ear. Sirius looked down at his plate to see that he indeed 'killed' his meal. He actually had jabbed so hard at the plate it cracked in half. The animagus looked up to see the entire hall watching him with curious eyes.
"So Black, you've finally found something that will keep your students interested. Maybe you need to start butchering things in front of them. I'm amazed you can teach a Dark Arts course. You are so weak and ineffective you should stick with things that are already dead." Snape taunted as the students slowly went back to their meal after watching their professor 'attack' his food.
"You know Snape if it wasn't for your greasy hair and hooked nose, Dumbledore *might* have considered you for the position," Sirius shot back.
That was not the thing to say. Snape jumped out of his chair with his wand drawn. Sirius was just as quick. But he didn't pull his wand, his morphed into his animagus form and launched himself at the other teacher. It had happened so quickly that Snape didn't have time to react. He was amazed that Sirius would transform so quickly. As Snape went down, Sirius reverted back into his human form. It all happened so fast the only thing the students saw was a black blur.
"Remember one thing Snape, I can rip you apart within seconds and you'll still be trying to figure out what happened." Sirius got up and left. He ignored the calls from Remus, he was still mad at the fact that his friend had said not one friendly word to him throughout dinner.
"Are you all right Severus?" Remus asked.
"I'm fine. Now, if you don't mind," the dark hair professor snapped but Remus wasn't taking no or the insult for an answer. He grabbed onto the fallen man to help pull him up. When contact was made on bare skin both growled baring sharp teeth.
Goku saw that Snape's eyes had glossed over. They held an undeniable hunger to them. It was the same hunger that he had seen in Vegeta's obsidian orbs. Without a second thought he latched onto the Potions professor and to Remus and ITed them far away from the castle. Tonight was going to be dangerous.
~ TBC ~
A/N: Any guesses as to what just happened between Sirius, Snape & Remus? Okay, Dumbledore has officially informed everyone that Harry and Draco are soul mates but he didn't say the 'b' word. What do you think that the dark Lord has planned? Let me just say whatever you're thinking it's not it ^_~ Wondering what happened to Pansy? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out!
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Teaser Chapter 9: To Love Another
Draco was now sitting up in bed. The potion that Madam Pomfrey had given him did the trick. His mind wandered a little with his eyes closing slightly.
"Hi Dra."
"Blaise, shouldn't you be in class?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to make sure that you were doing better."
"Yes, I am feeling much better. In fact-" but Draco stopped mid-sentence as the door sung open to reveal the object of his dreams.
"I'll talk with you later." Blaise eased out of the room. Harry took the chair that was next to the bed.
"Hey," he greeted. "I got your message. What could you possible need that is going to make me late for class?"
Draco said nothing as he got up and properly greeted his boyfriend. Harry melted on the spot forgetting about that he had classes to attend.
"Harry I was going to wait until Christmas but in light of what happened I can't wait. . ."
Nemesis