Author: DustFactory
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Dark Lord has turned Harry into a monster, bent on using him to destroy the Wizarding World. However, he underestimates Harry's strength and will power. When Harry returns, he is violently rejected for what he has become; finding solace only in the arms of the enemy. Veela, Incubi, blood, romance and more.
Rating: R
Thanks to my reviewers Silent-Fire, sassy, SusieQ, DestinyEntwinements, plotbunnybrat, momocolady, m123, fragonknight01, Freak in Corner, Property of Harry and Draco, anneth10, Keira, Gemm1, Angel of Immortality, Silver Tears 11, Halatia Artemis Louis Potter-Black-Snape-Dumbledore (nice name) QueenB23, chaosfairyaries, arsenic-graffiti, mis-HD, SuryaPrakash, and Teoddguy. Whoo! I never knew there were even that many of you reading! Love you guys!
Author's Note:
There was a almost 2:1 ratio for Severitus. However, I got far more in depth explanations for why I shouldn't
go Severitus. I dearly love Severitus in all it's forms (and I also
realize that my story would never be a true Severitus, I was mainly
using it as a reference to SnapeHarry's dad, albeit an incorrect one),
buuut... I do already have enough going on at the moment, and I can
barely keep track of it, let alone ask the rest of you to. I guess my
point is Snape coming back-YES, Snape as Harry's dad-PROBABlY NOT AT
THIS TIME, in the sequel I'm already planning-MAYBE leaning towards YES.
That being said, SuryaPrakash suggested I get a beta reader. If you guys would like that, it'll be fine with me, your updates might not come as fast though. So, anyone want to nominate themselves?
fourteen
"Harry Potter! Dobby is missing you sir!" Tennis ball green eyes fell on Harry, and the house elf bounced on the balls of his feet. Then his eyes fell on Harry's companion, however, and they grew impossibly wider. "Master Draco..." His face paled, and Harry could feel the shock poring off Draco in almost tangible waves. He covered it with a condescending smirk, however, and starred down at the small creature.
"Hello Dobby." Dobby glanced back and forth between Draco and Harry quickly, not sure what he should do.
"It's okay Dobby," Harry interrupted what was beginning to look like a house elf's version of a mental break down, "We're just here for some hot cocoa. Can you get us some, please?" Dobby turned a relieved gaze on Harry.
"Yes, Dobby is getting that right away." He dashed off into the kitchen, bringing two thermoses for Draco and Harry. "Is Harry Potter wanting anything else from Dobby?"
"No Dobby, thank you very much." The house elf glowed, and waved happily at Harry, his tea cozy slipping over his eyes. Harry yanked an over curious Draco from the kitchens, and pushed the portrait of fruit closed behind him.
"My house elf works at Hogwarts now?" Draco said thoughtfully. "I suppose only Dumbledore would be dumb and trusting enough to take on that creature, and not bind him on top of it!" Now Draco looked rather appalled.
"Oh stuff it, you pompous git. Dobby is just fine. A bit odd, but helpful... Most of the time." Draco looked at him oddly, but let the subject drop. He unscrewed the top of the thermos, and took a tentative sip. "Good?"
Draco nodded. Harry unscrewed the cap of his own, and tipped some down his throat. It tasted wonderful, and easily chased away the chill of the dungeons.
They continued walking, caught up in their own thoughts, hands occasionally bumping. Harry wondered about Hermione and what could have possibly pushed the Gryffindors to act in such a manner. For all the seven some years he had know them, they had never acted like this.
Or maybe they did and you either didn't notice, or didn't want to. He felt Draco's thought brush through his mind, and wondered just how much the other had caught of his musings. Harry glanced at the blond who gave him a sad sort of smile. Harry was to tired to jump him about traipsing through his mind.
"I am not traipsing though your mind you prat, your just thinking especially loud tonight." The veela said defensively. Harry blushed.
"I'm just tired I guess." They reached the entrance and Draco whispered the password, and they slipped quietly into the common room. Pansy was up, sitting in a green squishy armchair, huddled near the fire. Harry shook his head at what ever she had on, it looked like some kind of silk night gown that had fuchsia and black stripes running from top to bottom that matched her current hair colors. It also had an obscene abundance of lace and ended about mid thigh on a pale, smooth, slender, long and well toned set of very feminine legs. It left very little to the imagination, and Harry thought that if he didn't like boys he might have ended up with a very large problem.
Draco looked unperturbed, however, and sat down across from her, pulling Harry down next to him.
"What do you think about a party, Pansy?" Draco said thoughtfully, and seemingly out of no where. Pansy seemed to immediately perk up, and the gears could be seen grinding into action, even at 12:30 at night.
"Well, since tonight-today is Saturday, I don't see why not. You lot need cheering up, as far as I can tell, and it would be good for Granger."
"What do you think? Should we invite other houses, or just Slytherin?" Draco asked her.
"Ravenclaw has been asking after a party for some time," Pansy said. Harry was surprised. Ravenclaw? Partying? Those two words defiantly didn't belong in the same sentence in Harry's world. "And I've been dying to get my hands on a certain Hufflepuff. So we should count at least a select few of them in." Draco chuckled, a warm deep sound that vibrated against Harry's side.
"Wait, aren't you and Blaise an item?" Harry asked. He thought he had heard something to that effect a while back.
Pansy looked at him like he was crazy. "Me and Blaise? No thanks, he's cute, but not really my type. Now your Hermione," Harry choked on his hot chocolate, "After we gave her a good scrub down and got her into some decent night cloths..." Pansy licked her lips.
"Don't want to know!" Harry moaned, pressing his face into Draco's shoulder.
"Oh come on, Potter, you've spent seven years with that girl, and you can't tell me you haven't thought about her like that even once?" Harry shook his head, his face still buried in Draco's shoulder. "Never? Not even at the Yule dace during fourth year when she made herself look decent?" Harry shook his head again, his ears growing redder and redder. Draco looked amused.
"Leave the poor boy alone, Pansy." Draco said lazily, looping an arm about Harry's waste and pulling him into his lap. Harry made an adorable squeak, and Pansy leaned forward, with a predatory gleam in her eye.
"You two wouldn't by chance want to..."
"No, Pansy." Draco said firmly. Pansy pouted.
"But Draco, you've always let me before when I asked, and now you're a veela! And he's and incubi! How totally hot would that be?"
"I said no Pansy. This time is different, and somehow I don't think Harry would be very... Hot on that." Draco could feel the thick waves of mortification practically pouring off of the incubi. The veela shook his head, amused. For all the kinky sex they had had, he wondered at just how innocent Harry still seemed to remain.
"Fine, fine. Have it your way." She waved her hand back and forth. "We were discussing the party?" Harry uncurled from his position, but when he tried to move off of Draco's lap, he was held there. He sighed and settled back down, burring his face in Draco's neck. He was rather tired... And the rumble of Draco's voice quickly lulled him off to sleep.
Draco talked for a good hour more or so with Pansy, making plans for that night and other various things. It was 1:45 am by the time he lifted a peacefully sleeping Harry and carried him off to bed.
Hermione awoke and rolled over, rubbing sleepy eyes, only to be assaulted by a mass of green. And the whole night came rolling back over her. Her face ached, her hands... She glanced at one, and wondered if she had been pounding on wall of nails, as she was sure that stone shouldn't have done quite that much damage. She uncurled her fingers and they ached like no other. In fact, she realized as she tried to stand, her entire body ached like she'd been tossed off a bridge and run over by a large truck.
She heard a yawn, and saw Pansy stretch on the bed across the room, revealing way too much cleavage in her skimpy night gown. Hermione blushed looking down at the thing that Pansy had gotten her into.
At first, the girl had tried to coax her into something so sheer that it was almost useless to bother wearing anything at all. She had vehemently refused, and after several no-go's, Pansy had finally pulled out a purple button up top and a pair of shorts. (Even if 'button up' consisted of two flimsy buttons that were much to low for Hermione's liking, and the shorts were barely longer than her knickers.)
Large pale eyes blinked at her from across the room, and Pansy gave her a lazy heavy lidded smile.
"How are you feeling, love?" The other girl asked her.
"Painful." Hermione replied, grimacing. Pansy ran a hand through her bed tousled hair, brushing a pink chunk out of her eyes.
"That is to be expected. I tried to heal you best as I could, but..." Hermione's eyes widened. She knew the bruise on her face should have been much worse than it was.
"You healed me?" Pansy grimaced.
"Don't go around telling any one, all right love? Might ruin my rep." Hermione nodded faintly.
"Thanks for the, uh... Pajamas." Hermione blushed. "I'll just be heading back then..." Hermione swallowed thickly. Oh God, Ron. How could he? Unknowingly, a tear slipped down her cheek.
"You'll do no such thing. You are staying right here, where you are safe. After we've had a good hot shower, and a..." Pansy glanced at her alarm clock, " Late lunch, we'll go talk to the Headmistress about the Weasel's unacceptable behavior." Pansy rolled out of bed, and landed on her feet, making the action look far more sexual than should. Hermione had to strangle the mixed urge to cover her eyes while wonder if Pansy had anything at all on underneath that thing. She settled for turned her head the other way, as Pansy went and rummaged through her wardrobe (which was bigger than the one Hermione had at home) and shimmied out of the sheer striped, lacy, thing she had on. (That really couldn't be comfortable to sleep in, could it?) And walked past her, stark naked, with an arm full of cloths. (Oh. My. God. Were her nipples pierced?) Hermione blushed furiously, giving into the urge to bury her face in her quilt.
"Coming, dear?" Pansy asked innocently. Hermione glanced up to get another eyeful as Pansy swung a thick heavy black silk robe around her shoulders that she pulled from a hook on the door.
"I think I'll wait until your done, thanks though."
"Suit yourself." Once the girl was out the door, Hermione moaned loudly in mortification and hid her face in her pillow.
It was around two o'clock when Hermione was finished with her shower, and back in Pansy's room, looking for a blow dryer. Non of them had seen hide or hair of Draco or Harry yet, and Hermione for one wasn't going to be the one to bust in on them, considering the noises she had heard coming from within when she had gone to investigate.
"Oh no you don't." Pansy's fuchsia claws caught Hermione and yanked her down in front of her vanity. She yanked the hasty bun out of Hermione's hair, none to gently, and finger combed the wet curly mass. "You have to look good tonight," she gave Hermione's hair a good tug when she tried to interrupt. "We're having a party."
"You can't do that!" Pansy raised an eyebrow. "It's against the rules!"
"We can do what ever we want, ducky, we're Slytherins.
We've been doing it for years. And who's going to stop us? You, and
what army?" Hermione sighed. Did she really care enough to try to stop
them? No, not really. It might do us all some good. Heaven knows we need it. Her shoulders sagged in defeat. With the war well on it's way, the fun is going to be thin and far between.
It seemed childish to worry about a party when Voldemort was out there planning their demise.
"Fine."
"Brilliant!" Pansy clapped her hands together. "Now, what did you use to tame this monster fourth year?"
"Sleekeasy's Hair Serum." Pansy grimaced.
"That must have taken forever. Sleekeasy's is a bloody pain." Hermione nodded.
Pansy ran her fingers through the girl's amber tresses. Wet, they fell to mid back, and with proper care could be formed into elegant spirals instead of the frizzy mess that they usually were. They defiantly had potential. Pansy glanced at her favorite hairbrush that had an expensive coloring charm built into it. She tapped it once with her wand and twisted a knob on the end before running through Hermione's hair. Sun kissed golden streaks followed it's path.
Hermione's eyes widened when she saw what Pansy was doing. At least it's not some garish color. Not that she didn't like Pansy's hair, but she liked it on Pansy, not on herself. Pansy muttered a few more charms before holding her wand above Hermione's head and making a spiraling motion, ending it with a tap on her crown.
Her hair sent up a great cloud of steamed, drying quickly and when she was done, thick shiny amber curls fell about her shoulders. She almost fainted with shock.
"H- How did you do that? I've been trying for years to get my hair to do something half decent."
"Practice, dear." Pansy smirked.