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Ginny whimpered, standing up and rushing to the bathroom. The mirror confirmed what the window had hinted at. The face that stared back at her was that of a stranger. If she squinted, there was still some resemblance. Sort of. All of her features seemed to have paled and filed into dangerous points. She could impale someone on her chin, for Merlin's sake! There was something familiar in the set of the cheekbones and shape of the eyes. She liked this knew look, that was for sure, it was much more aristocratic, but what in Merlin's name did it mean?
"Miss Weasley? Ginny, where have you gone?" She could hear Madam Pomfrey calling her from the main ward. "Ginny, are you in here, dear?" The witch stuck her head into the hospital bathroom, hair in disarray, and dressing gown on.
"Ginny, come back to your bed. You needn't be up at this hour."
Ginny slowly turned around. Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "I didn't know it would happen this quickly..." she whispered.
"What's the matter with me?" the now-blonde girl asked quietly. "Why do I suddenly look like..." She was unable to finish her sentence.
"Come to bed, Miss Ginny, I'll explain everything in the morning. But now, you need your sleep. Your body has gone through quite an ordeal." The healer gently laid a hand on the girl's shoulder and helped direct her back to her bed, and pulled the covers up around her. "We will have much to talk about tomorrow. Here, drink this." She handed Ginny a steaming cup that was full of something the color of honey. Ginny obediently took the cup and drank the potion. Here eyes instantly got heavy and she lay back on the pillow and fell asleep.
Harry helped Draco sit up carefully, making sure to keep as much of the faint moonlight on him as possible.
"How are you feeling?" the dark-haired boy asked him softly.
"Strange, weak, but getting better. What happened?" Draco unconsciously shifted, turning his face toward the window more.
"You had a breakdown, and did that." Harry nodded towards the corner, where nearly half the walls and floor on that side of the room had been burnt black. The blond boy's eyes widened.
"Circe, I did that? No wonder I feel like I was stomped on by Hagrid." Draco grimaced. "How am I even able to stand up right now? That shouldn't be possible." Harry gestured to the window, and Draco realized that he had forgotten that small crucial detail. Even if he was doomed to stay in here with Harry until Voldemort could figure out some kind of painful and torturous death to befall them, he could have fed off of moonlight and Harry could have in turn fed off of him. He supposed this Veela thing had a few perks.
"Yeah, and that's not the best part. Not only did you burn the wall, you were able to peel back some of the wards around the room. You can't tell now, they fixed themselves a few minutes later, but if you can get past those with your fire magic, we can get out of here." Draco nodded, and stood up carefully, wandering over to where the most damage had been done and touching the wall. He closed his eyes and could feel the slippery texture that the magic of the wards had. It slid beneath his fingers, as though it remembered how his touch burned.
"It has to be done quickly, I can feel the alarms woven in with it." Draco concentrated, trying to remember the heat his body had burned with before. And then...nothing.
"It's not working. I don't know how to make it work." Draco said, glancing at Harry.
"It probably relies on strong emotions to come out, like fear or anger." Harry said thoughtfully. Draco nodded, and squeezed his eyes closed tightly, trying to conjure up some kind of strong feeling. Anything. Hatred towards Potter, anger at all the times he had bested him; all the times he had gotten him in trouble, but all that seemed petty and insignificant now. He tried his father, Voldemort, thinking about how he had failed everyone, but all that just made him feel rather worthless.
"It's still not working. Make me angry, or something. I can't seem to make myself anything but depressed," he said bitterly.
Harry looked skeptical, but nodded slowly. You've done this for 6 years Harry, once more... Something in his heart ached at the thought of what had to be done, however.
"Fuck you, ferret boy." Harry tried to put as much venom into it as possible, but it came out sounding more of pathetic than mean. "You're a failure! Your father even thinks so!" Draco, however, didn't feel much more than somewhat turned on. He raised an eyebrow at Harry, who was obviously not feeling it either. He sighed, running a hand though his grimy hair, and then wishing he hadn't, as there wasn't anywhere that was cleaner to wipe the grease and dirt on.
"It's not working Harry. I feel more like jumping your bones then burning your head off." It was the Incubus' turn to raise a brow.
"Maybe... You don't have to be angry. Maybe any strong emotion will work." A feral grin spread across Draco's face. His fire might need a strong emotion, but his Veela attraction charms didn't seem to. He could feel them under his skin, prickling with the sense that there was someone he wanted near him. He slowly turned them up a few notches at a time, seeing Harry begin to mentally, and then physically restrain himself, until it became too much and he practically toppled out of the bed, and crawled over to where Draco was lounging.
"Draco...I can't...turn it off." Harry mumbled as he pressed his lips to Draco's shoulder. "Can't...feed off...you. You're...not strong." Harry's hands had begun to dance in small circles just above the waist line of the Veela's trousers, catching the band with his fingertips.
"Harry, it's okay. Don't worry about me." he whispered, breath moist in the shell of the darker-haired boy's ear. Harry shuddered, the last of his reserve leaving him. He pressed his teeth into the soft, supple skin at the blond's throat. Draco moaned, and tilted his head back farther, giving him better access. He pulled Harry closer, tugging pajama bottoms down a bit, teasingly. Warmth pooled thick and hot in his stomach.
Harry moaned, pressing his hardening cock into Draco's stomach as he straddled him. Draco pressed a hot tongue into the Incubus' ear, tracing the contours, and leaving a wet trail down the side of his face, before crushing his lips to Harry's. They fought for dominance, roughly yanking already torn clothes as pants came off again. Draco leaned forward, pressing Harry down into the ground, and tasting his salty warm skin. He swirled his tongue over one of the bumps that ran down over Harry's stomach, then tracing each one carefully, moved slowly lower.
Harry tangled hands in platinum hair as Draco turned up the Veela charm even more. He could feel a warm tingling seeping out of his pores, pulsing hot and almost wet from wherever he directed it. He pushed the warmth out his fingertips as he massaged Harry's hip bones, trailing fingers lightly over thighs. He worked his mouth ever lower on the extra sensitive bumps...
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At the last second, Harry leaned forward and wrapped himself as tightly around Draco's form as he could, and the Veela pulled both hands from Harry and pressed them against the wall behind them.
As he came, shuddering and screaming, he clenched his teeth and forced all the heat out of his hands and into the wards. They gave with a crackling pop and a three foot wide hole exploded outward from the wall, and they could see the grass outside.
And then, the alarms went off.