Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Starrarose: lol thanks, it was a hard chapterto write
DemonRogue: yeah true
angel: lol sorry about that
devilsangel101: hee, soz
Kilikapele: eh, if they're reading it I'm happy, but a review wouldn't hurt all the same lol, I hope you like this chapter!
zoomaphonethepirate: THANK YOU! (bear hug) heehee, yes, dear Harry's always the stubborn one lol
wonderclam: soz if this wasn't soon enough! (sweatdrop)
mannal: lol thanks!
Robin the bird: soon...really really soon...but I'm not sure I did it at the right time (sweatdrop)
InsaneBlackHeart: (backs away in fear) here's the new chapter! Heh-Heh (eye twitch)
SilverDragon161: thank you much! (bear hug) nice too see you back on the reviews lol XD hope you like the new chappy!
oOWeasleyWizardWheezesOo: I understand (nods) schoolwork sucks over here too, lol, there's gonna be plenty more action in this chappy, enjoy!
A/N: soz about the wait on this chappy, but I wasn't really sure about it (sweatdrop) I'm still not sure...
Chapter Twelve: Malfoy Manor
"Brian and Calvin?" Ivan frowned confusedly, "never heard of 'em."
Ron's jaw dropped at the answer while Hermione turned to Jack with a desperate face. He seemed just as confused.
"There's loads of Brian's and Calvin's we know," the blue haired boy said calmly, "which one are you specifically asking?"
"Brian Laurence and Calvin Jacobs!" Ginny snapped, grabbing the boy's collar fiercely, "don't tell me you've forgotten your own friends!"
"Get off!" he pushed her hand away and straightened his shirt, "Laurence and Jacobs? Dunno them."
Before the redhead could snap another word, a hand dropped on her shoulder, stopping her. "Forget it," Pansy said as politely as she could, "sorry we bothered you."
"Do you think that Mallory girl forgot too?" Ron muttered as they walked away from the two boys.
As soon as the small group was out of sight and earshot, Jack and Ivan let out large sighs of relief before turning back to their journey to Language Arts.
"Feels weird without those two," muttered Jack, digging his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, too bad we couldn't come with them," was the response, "wonder how they're doing right now."
"You're the one who said we couldn't join the trip, saying they need a little alone time together," Jack said grumpily, practically shoved aside by Mallory.
She instantly turned around as if she just found out who they were. "Have you seen Calvin?"
"…No."
"Yeah right, where is he, I want to talk to him," she fingered a strand of her purple dyed hair.
"Dead," shrugged Ivan, trying not to wretch on the spot.
"Pleeaasse?" she simpered, leaning closer to him.
"No really, he's dead, paramedics quickly took him away in a rush but he died," he went on, unaffected by the other girls' attempts at breaking him.
Huffing angrily, Mallory stood back and resorted to another way of getting information. By grabbing the boys' neck and strangling, "tell me where he is!"
"Bloody nut!" gaped Jack, pulling the girl off his friend, "have you looked in a classroom? Calvin tells me he and Brian love using the French room!"
That funnily set a trigger on her. Standing to her tallest height, which really wasn't much of a change, she slapped Jack across the face and stomped away, muttering something along the lines of 'fucking prats!'
"Am I dead?" Ivan said uneasily, dizzily getting to his feet, a hand caressing his slightly bruised neck.
"I wish, come on, we're late for L.A." he too was caressing his cheek.
"I hope Brian and Calvin's mission is to give Mallory a slow and painful death… bitch has an iron grip…blegh…"
For most of the journey on the train Brian and Calvin remained silent, the only comfort was the sound of people talking and laughing. It let their minds wander off, thinking about how everything reached to this point.
Malfoy Manor…they were actually going to Malfoy Manor…did it really exist?
When Calvin had said it with such sureness, it left no doubt that it existed. But it still made Brian wonder.
They hadn't planned on it happening so quickly, they didn't even know where to go; the manor was of course in the middle of nowhere. That's what they thought until last night when Ivan said he knew about a newly abandoned manor in the outskirts of Wales. He had found out by a newspaper that a girl carelessly dropped, he actually still had it hidden under the mattress. Brian didn't blame him, how many times do you come across a newspaper with moving pictures and wild stories? You'd be a real idiot to just throw it away.
It was actually the first piece and clue they came across that was from that 'other world' and about the manor's location.
So they spilled everything to Ivan and Jack, to their surprise they took it pretty easily and hoped for the best. They really were great friends.
'Were my old friends like that too?' the raven head wondered before noticing the hand on his own. He blushed lightly, recognizing the pale hand immediately.
"How long?" Calvin said softly, staring at the floor sadly.
For a moment Brian tensed. Calvin looked so guilty right there, he blamed himself for that. He knew now that they really needed to remember everything…but he didn't want to be his enemy!
"Not long," he tried to keep his voice as casual and caring as possible, "we'll need to take a cab the rest of the way."
"All right," he nodded slowly but he didn't let his hand leave Brian's.
Agredartha and Deverick frowned at their jewels, watching the progress of their heirs. Not much was happening, just a silence between the two.
"We'd better wait at the manor," the mother of fire finally spoke, dropping her jewel.
"Or just stay close by."
"It's too dangerous."
"They need to learn how to survive; you saw how they handled their powers in their first battle. Maybe if they remember faster, they'll be able to control their powers."
"If."
"I'm not saying it's possible…we'd better go then," he walked across the bedroom and grabbed his cloak.
"What about the children?"
"They're hardly children."
"We're supposed to take them with us? Deverick, what if Lefryn arrives? He's already in Asia!"
"We can't exactly leave them here; they're better protected under our wing."
His wife let out a sigh of defeat, "and I thought I was smarter too."
Deverick grinned cheekily before letting it drop. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Their door slammed open, letting in four panting teenagers on the brink of passing out. "They're gone!" Hermione breathed out, accidentally pushing Ginny to the floor in her force to tell the news.
"We know," Agredartha said, eyeing the father of storm testily.
"Then…why didn't you tell us?" panted Ron, resting on the edge of the older couples' bed.
"We just realized it. Pack your bags…actually don't. We're going to Malfoy Manor."
Allen couldn't help it, he blushed outright furiously. He blinked, wide eyed at the girl in front of him. "H-huh?" was all he could manage out of his suddenly virginless lips.
Rose smiled shyly; a blush on her own cheeks.
The Slytherin first year blushed even more, if that was possible. He instantly put a hand over his mouth. A third year just kissed HIM! What should he do? Would he get another kiss? Should he kiss back? Why wasn't he feeling angry?
"C'mon," the Hufflepuff said, her blush gradually growing, grabbing his hand she dragged him down the corridor, "what class do you have now?"
"Ah-bah…ga!" no clear word whatsoever, man he was lame…but that kiss! Wow….
"Whoa!" Rose suddenly stopped, her feet sliding a little. Allen was ripped out of his thoughts by the sudden contact of the floor with his ass. Blinking incredulously at the abrupt fall, Allen could only marvel at how much of an idiot he was making himself look right now, "wow…look!"
Embarrassedly looking up, the youth suddenly gasped at his slip. He was thinking too much about the kiss! Now look what happened!
The whole ceiling was a covered in a sheet of ice and snow, trailing down the walls and to the floor where Allen sat. Rose looked around the frozen wonderland in awe, first kissing Allen, then a corridor filled ice land how cool was this getting?
'Think of something else!' the boy mentally punched himself, 'think of something else!'
Flitwick in a polka dot bikini drinking a martini and flirting with his father who's in a thong!
He paused. Ew…
But it made the snow and ice melt away nonetheless. Rose pouted slightly at its sudden disappearance. "Must be the castle working its magic again," she sighed before helping Allen up, "so," she smiled her shy smile again, "what's your next class?"
"Er…Ch-Charms." He blurted out.
"Are you ok? You're really pale," her smile switched to worry.
"I'm…" he trailed off, his vision flashing away…
A man dressed in black stood on the roof of a building, an insane grin plastered on his face. He raised his hands and twitched his fingers causing the windows to buildings nearby to shatter and make a glass rainfall to the people walking around in the streets below.
Then came the screaming.
Blinking as the vision went back to Rose, Allen shook his head in surprise.
"A-Allen?" the third year grabbed is shoulder, slightly shaking in her fear.
"I need to go see McGonagall."
The slam of the cab door being closed echoed over the dying greenery of the open land. The car drove away speedily, the driver seemed all too happy to leave the place.
Calvin and Brian looked up at the abandoned manor, they suddenly felt very small.
All around them the plants were dying, the stems of flowers wilting pityingly because of their lack of attention, the grass was getting browner and the trees were getting dryer, already there were a few broken branches lying around.
"The place seemed a lot prettier in my dream," murmured Calvin, stepping up the faded brick pathway to the large house. Looking down he noted the door mat was completely blank without any welcome. Maybe the dream was a lie.
No…the manor and the surroundings were close to the dream. Maybe when he'd step inside…that man and woman…
He bit his lip. They were dead; his…parents…were dead. It said so in the article on that newspaper. All off a sudden he didn't want to go inside, he was too afraid.
Turn back, there's probably nothing in there anyway…
His hand took control instead. Turning the rusting doorknob, he gave the door a gentle push to enter and stepped inside, Brian right behind.
It was like an abandoned castle. The light was gone, the shimmer and mysterious glow was gone. All that was left was an empty shell, a skeleton of what it used to be.
The marble floor that looked so much like a large abstract painting was black and dusted over thickly. The chandelier that hung overhead was covered in cobwebs and dust, looking more like a large many legged jelly fish than an expensive and beautiful work of art.
The grand staircase that lined the sides of the first floor was completely in cobwebs and dust, the red carpeting was black as well. Parts of the railings seemed to be broken off a while ago; the spiders seemed to find the insides of it a good home.
The wallpaper was peeling away, hanging loosely and revealing bits of what it was hiding, a faded brown wooden wall that was losing its thick shine.
Tentatively, Calvin walked over to one of the larger falling paper, grabbing an edge; he pulled sharply earning a wince from Brian at the slicing rip that pierced and echoed through the manor.
Calvin stared for a long time at the wall. This wasn't making any sense. In his dream there wasn't any wallpaper. Even if the house was abandoned then the house he saw in his dream he should be the one he was in, who was hiding what it truly was?
"C-Calvin?" Brian whispered, his voice echoing in the large and empty floor.
Turning away from the wall, the blond walked over to the stock still boy. He was looking at a portrait hanging limply on the wall.
It seemed to be a painting of a family, except there was no family at all. Beneath it though, was a golden plate with the engraved words, Malfoy Family, written in a neat handwriting.
"They do exist…y-you must be…" he couldn't seem to finish his sentence. Calvin looked around at all the other paintings, no one was in them, it was just furniture or landscapes.
"Let's keep looking around," he bit his lip, something was wrong. Nothing was happening, no memory was coming to him, not even a sting, "maybe my…my room has something that'll give an explanation."
"Okay."
They trudged up the dusted stairs, careful of not touching the rail in case a spider suddenly came along.
The second floor was just as bad as the first. Nothing but dust and cobwebs, and again the portraits were empty of any occupant, everything seemed so dead.
"Where's your room?"
"This way," he turned right and down the hall, again the chandeliers looked like jelly fish. How long was this house abandoned?
Brian glanced at the grimy windows lining down the hall in neat slightly gothic patterns, they were all arched at the top with metal vines to make the small dividing squares.
"Here," Calvin halted at a door. There was nothing special about it, just a wooden door with a silver knob. The blonde opened the door gently like the front door but didn't step inside.
Brian peered from behind his friend. The bedroom was very large and luxurious despite the thick layers of dust all over the place.
The arched windows were taller than the ones outside. The bed seemed untouched and neatly made with its folded black and silver sheets, the poles on the headboard and foot of the bed were simple and silver, holding up thin near transparent black curtains.
There was an empty fireplace with a single velvet black sofa sitting before it. A desk in between two windows was full of papers, quills, boxes, all styles of stationary. Two doors to the left and right could only mean the bathroom and closet.
Brian stepped inside the room and explored the large room, careful not to touch anything. Hesitantly, he wandered over to the overstuffed desk and looked down at the papers.
They were all blank.
Still searching, his eyes landed on a few photographs that were sitting against the wall. He jolted in surprise. The pictures had people moving inside, just like the newspaper.
One photograph was of a short haired girl smiling at him before returning to her notes on her own desk. In another were a man and a woman looking at him in a condescending way, they were blond, dressed in black, and lightly jeweled. They gave off a cold air that sliced through the raven head, they looked a little familiar.
The last picture was laid faced down. Curiosity getting the better of him, Brian lifted the picture. He forgot how to breathe.
It was a picture of Calvin, in black robes and a school uniform standing at the top of what looked like stone stairs. He looked…evil…well, snotty was more like it.
"Calvin?" he turned to the door but the blonde wasn't there. Setting the photo down, he stepped out of the room, where did Calvin go?
He had to get away.
Something was pulling him away from the bedroom, he didn't fight it, he knew the bedroom was his, but he was still afraid. Afraid of remembering something he didn't want to know.
Instead he found himself in a dusty cobweb full dining room, sitting in a chair at the edge of the table, his eyes rooted on the shiny yet dusty surface of the wooden table.
This was where he sat…
He closed his eyes regretting ever coming to the manor than just ignoring the visions and going on with life. A shuddering sigh escaped his lips as he reopened his eyes. He had to leave, forget the mission!
"Draco!" chuckled the blonde woman, "eat your food right."
His head snapped at the chair across the table, it was empty.
"Narcissa give me back my walkman!" whined a blond man, reaching over from his seat.
He looked at the chair next to him that was the head of the table. It was empty too.
Closing his eyes, he tried to calm down.
The noise of the door opening scared him slightly, footsteps started approaching him along with a soft, "Calvin?"
He opened his eyes again, letting out a breath he was holding in his fear. "I sat here," he said out of the blue, his voice shaking a bit. When there was no response he continued, "it doesn't hurt anymore, I know I sat here before."
"Why do people hate us?" a five year old Draco asked curiously, trying to change the subject of food to something else.
His parents froze from their light bickering and suddenly looked guilty much to the child's confusion.
"They have to," his father said simply, "or else…we lose our money," he waved his fork around for emphasis. The blond boy frowned in disbelief.
"They think we followed You-Know-Who," his mother said, looking angry at the very idea, "before his fall."
"But you don't, do you?" his eyes widened in horror, remembering the stories of the fallen Dark Lord and his minions of Death Eaters.
"Of course not, some people are just fools."
"Calvin? Brian suddenly spoke, rushing to the slumping blond. As soon as his hands touch his shoulders an electric shock ran straight through Calvin's brain.
"Obliviate!"
"Draco!" sobbed his mother, grabbing the hem of his robes, her dirt covered face streaming with tears, "remember please remember!"
He looked down at her with wide frightened eyes, who was this woman? "Leggo!" he backed away, pulling his robes from her grasp and knocking into someone who grabbed his shoulder in a firm grip.
"No!" his father crawled over to him quickly, the weight of the chains on his ankles and wrists too heavy for him to stand, "don't trust them Draco!"
"Get away! Who are you?" he yelled, squirming under the hand on his shoulder.
Before either of his parents could answer, the person behind him spoke, his wand pointing to them. "Obliviate!"
His cheek rested on the cool surface of the table, his breathing coming in quickly, coughing on the dusk.
"Shit…Calvin!" a hand was shaking his shoulder but he didn't know whose, "Calvin!"
"C…Calvin?" he whispered, "My name's Draco."
Brian froze in horror. Draco?
No! He was Calvin Jacabs! His friend! 'Not my enemy,' he thought to himself, biting his bottom lip.
To his surprise, his 'enemy' wrapped his arms around him tightly, burying his head in the crook of his neck. Before he could protest, something wet started warming up against his neck.
"I'm sorry," whimpered Draco, holding onto Brian tighter, "I'm starting to remember now."
"Re-Remember?" the raven head stammered, awkwardly wrapping his own arms around theblond boy. Draco nodded, spreading his tears onto the faded gray shirt.
"I remember everything," he croaked out, "I'm sorry!"
"Sorry?" he pulled Draco off so he could see him face to face, "what do you remember?"
"Everything!" he sobbed, burying his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking under Brian's grip, "my memory was erased but I remember it all now!"
"Do you know who I am?" he questioned hurriedly. Draco nodded without looking up at him, "who am I then?" he held his breath.
"Harry P-Potter."
For a second he froze again before exploding. "No! I'm Brian Laurence!" He shook him fiercely.
Draco was so shocked that he stopped crying. He stared at Brian, trembling under his sudden rage. "I-I…"
Realizing what he had done, the anger that was spilling out vanished. Guilt started swimming over him as he looked into the other boys' eyes. They were frightened and shocked, promising even more tears. This was weird, the Draco he knew from his visions never shed a tear, in fact he seemed immune to them. "Sorry," he muttered, letting go of him.
"Brian?"
"Wha-Calvin?" his jaw dropped at the confused boy.
"Yeah," he wiped away his tears roughly, "I think I get it now. Why I'm getting visions to two versions of my parents."
"What do mean?"
"I think my memory was altered twice."
Ron frowned at the Daily Prophet, his eyes re-reading every word in case he missed a part saying it was a joke.
Honestly, the Malfoys kidnapped and duplicated? It was possible, especially with the Polyjuice potion…and there was the story that Pansy told them on the train.
Draco's parents abused him…but this story said it wasn't them at all, that it was two Death Eaters who mysteriously died with the real Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Pansy did say that Draco remembered very few memories of being happy with his parents when he was younger…and the Dubriskan's pretended to be his parents when he was six…it started making sense.
But what killed them?
"He's accepting them!" Agredartha said suddenly, her voice breaking the silence in the car.
"Really?" Pansy snatched the woman's jewel and tried to peer through, though she saw nothing at all.
"Harry's still afraid…" Deverick muttered grumpily, staring at his own jewel. He gave his wife a pleading look, "please? Just once?"
Hesitating for a second, Agredartha nodded, not trusting her mouth. Everyone watched as Deverick sent a tiny zap of electricity into his diamond.
"Not long now," he muttered, watching intently.
"Freak!"
"The Boy Who Lived!"
"Potter!"
"BOY!"
"Just like your father."
"Harry…"
Gasping, Brian's legs gave away, hands on his head as the voices and visions exploded in his head. Screaming in agony, he turned over, lying on the floor in a fetal position, trembling at the pain slicing and burning through his brain. From far away he could hear the faint cry of Calvin, shouting his name over and over…
"Boy! Wake up!" A loud knock on the cupboard door grudgingly got the small boy to groggily get up.
"Hello," said a small blond boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Hermione!" the red haired boy groaned mournfully, looking down at the bed that was occupied with a girl, lying like a stone.
"But I'm also-I don't know if anyone ever told you-I'm your godfather," said the raven haired man quite nervously.
A seventeen year old boy lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes empty of any life, and his mouth partly open in slight surprise.
His godfathers' body arched back gracefully, falling through the veil in what seemed like an eternity.
"You-Know-Who's gone! He's gone! He's gone!" shouted the red haired girl happily, hugging her brother in her joy. The savior wasn't smiling in joy, just relief that it was finally over; half of him didn't even feel the end of the war yet.
He looked at his rival confusedly, he looked so emotionless…so…empty… "Congratulations Potter," he said in a monotonous voice before walking away.
A cool breeze brushed over his face, gently waking him up. He groaned lightly at the faint tingling in his head. He was lying on something soft, very comfortably soft…his bed never felt this cushiony before.
And then there was that warm weight next to him.
Turning over and slowly opening his eyes, he saw silky platinum blond hair, strands falling over the angelic face of Calvin…or Draco. He was sleeping peacefully over the covers of a dusty bed, curled a little to keep himself warm.
Not stopping himself, the tanned boy ran his fingers gently through the blond strands, marveling at how smooth they were as they easily slipped through his fingers.
As his eyes wandered down, he spotted a black book with silver edges lying open in between them. Curiosity getting the better of him, the self confused boy lifted it and read the first page.
Dear Draco
I know this sounds weird, coming from yourself, but I didn't know what else to do. If you find this book then you either remember everything or just found it lying around.
Anyway, I'm writing to you in this journal because I wanted to tell you something important. The parents you're living with aren't your real parents (that is, if they're being cruel and everything), they're two Death Eaters playing the parts of your parents, they've been drinking polyjuice potion to look like them.
Please believe me, the only reason you don't know about this is because they've been modifying your memories daily, which is how I'm writing to you, every time you start to remember, then you remember about how your real parents are in the dungeons (which we suddenly got the night of the attack).
I'm begging you, if you're reading this, go contact someone, the minister of magic or something, I can't take being obliviated ten times a week!
-Draco
P.S.: If you're looking for the extra school tie, it's under the bed.
Obliviated? The emerald eyed boy frowned. Yes…he knew what that was…the memory charm, mostly used on…muggles.
"Harry?..."
He started at the whisper, dropping the journal in the process. He looked down at the waking boy, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while stretching his stiff muscles.
"You're awake," he smiled sleepily.
The boy blushed lightly at the smile, lips parting slightly in awe at how beautiful the smile was. Not to mention the 'innocent' position of the pale boy was sending waves of shuddering heat going down just below his waist. "Uh-um…" he blushed even more.
"Harry," his friend repeated as if testing the name in his mouth, "for some reason it feels right to say it… how're you feeling?" he put a hand to his forehead, checking his temperature, not knowing how uncomfortable he was making him, "well you're not on fire like before."
"I-I'm Harry?" he questioned.
"Of course," he smiled again, "and I'm Draco Malfoy."
"But…" he stopped himself from continuing. So he was Harry Potter…then why wasn't Draco acting like a git? The blond seemed to sense this.
"I know everything," he said softly, looking down at the journal that Harry dropped earlier, "I mean, everything, as in before all of the memory modifications." He stared at his lap, "my parents are dead, I'm starting to realize how you feel now…except it's different, I knew my parents for a few years, but it still hurts."
"I never knew mine," Harry muttered, picking the dust absently from the bed sheets, "except that night when they were killed."
Draco didn't say anything. A silence rested over them, they were lost in their own worlds again, running through the memories they just got back permanently. It wasn't until a few moments later that Harry started speaking again. "Why are you so nice to me now? I thought you'd still be a bit of a git after getting everything back."
"Oh…" a pink tint stained his cheeks adorably, "when I said I remembered everything, I mean when before I was six, I wasn't a snob then, I didn't even hate you, just worshipped you like everyone else."
"Worshipped?" he went a little green.
"Well maybe not that, just admired, you know, like someone does to Superman."
"You know who Superman is?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, I still have a little of Calvin in me," he smiled, "plus my mother used to have a large collection of muggle comic books in the attic."
"So we're not enemies!"
"No! Well…not anymore, considering our history…"
Thump-thump…thump-thump…
Harry placed a hand over his heart. Was his heartbeat really that loud?
Thump-thump…thump-thump
Draco looked at him curiously. "Harry?"
Thump-thump-Thump-thump
No, that couldn't be his heart, it was beating much too fast. He looked at Draco confusedly only to find that his own heart was beating just as quickly too. Was he hearing Draco's heart?
The blond blushed and looked away, trying to ignore the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Visions from a time similar to this ran through his mind. He closed his eyes; it was getting harder to ignore the energy in him. But as he recalled the fight from before, he continued to force himself to fight back the energy. No, he would NOT fight Harry, not now that they refused to become enemies again.
A soft warm hand fell over his own, sending hot tingles up his arms and down his spine, he arched slightly at the feeling and blushed at his body's reaction.
"Draco?"
The voice suddenly weakened him, taking out all the adrenaline from him and leaving him slumped against the headboard in his sudden weakness. Breathing deeply, he opened his eyes and saw a pair of forest green eyes. "Ha…Harry?"
"A-are you ok?" he leaned close to examine the boys' features, checking for something wrong.
Thump…thump
Harry blinked; he was still hearing Draco's heartbeat? "Draco?" he put the back of his hand to the blonds forehead, it was normal until it started to rapidly heat up, causing the Slytherin to breath faster, "you're bur-" he was interrupted by Draco grabbing his hand and press it down to his cheek, as if desperate for coolness, "W-what are you-"
In his anxiousness to get cooler, Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him on him, further shocking the raven head. With him burning up so quickly, Harry was like ice, melting into him refreshingly. "I-I….I need…" he could barely speak with his temperature going so high, he started to get afraid that he was getting heatstroke. Harry seemed to think the same thing because he stayed where he was, trying to cool the blonds' body with his own.
"Is that any better?" he asked hurriedly, pressing his hands against the other boys' neck. Draco nodded weakly holding as tightly as he could to Harry, still trying to press him closer against him, "we need ice…" the Gryffindor looked around frantically. If they needed ice, then he'd have to leave Draco to get to the kitchen and he didn't know where that was, besides, he was too afraid to leave the storm eyed boy alone.
"No…" Draco said shakily, his arms around Harry trembling, "…I need you."
Ron's eyes widened behind his omnioculars; his jaw dropping comically, "uh…we have problem."
"What?" the girls turned to him curiously.
"Something's wrong with Malfoy," he made his omnioculars look closer. For the past half hour he had been checking the house through the omnioculars only to stop at a window that had to be from Draco's room, he was watching the scene progress to up to when Harry ended up on top of Draco, "I think he's dying or something," he frowned.
"He's not dying," smiled Agredartha, looking through her black gem.
"What's wrong with Draco?" Pansy demanded, looking at the manor from behind Ron, she could barely see what was happening inside though.
"They've remembered everything, didn't become enemies, and are starting to use their powers again, subconsciously of course," Deverick answered, smiling as well.
"They're going to fight!" paled Hermione, joining Ron and Pansy to look at the manor, Ginny could barely see from her spot in the car.
"No," Agredartha blushed, "since Draco's main power is fire, he's burning up, and since Harry's main power is storm, he can make him cool off, in other words they'll…" she left the words hanging.
There was a pause in which the four teenagers thought about what the woman meant. The girls gradually started blushing when they got the gist while Ron watched on cluelessly.
"Uhm…Ron?" Hermione tapped his shoulder.
"Hm?"
"I don't think you're gonna like what's going to happen."
The redhead didn't respond, just arched an eyebrow and continued to watch curiously.
"M-me?" squealed Harry, blushing furiously, looking down at Draco with wide eyes.
The blond nodded, his fingers trembling a little as he held the raven heads' face gently. "I don't…" he breathed faster to calm himself, "think ice…will work."
"But-mmph!" he eyes widened as he was pulled down to crash his lips against another's, "Dra-" he gasped when a hot tongue slid past his lips and into his mouth, thrusting deeper as if searching for more coolness. A moan escaped him as a particular thrust touched the back of his throat softly. Closing his eyes, he kissed back, massaging his tongue against the other, before passing through into the blonds' mouth.
Draco mewled gratefully as the cold tongue entered his burning mouth, sending off great waves of relief up his spine. Forgetting to stop himself, he arched gracefully and hit his hardening self against Harry's, eliciting moans of appreciation from each other, he continued rocking his hips up again, sweat making his clothes stick to him like a second skin.
Harry trailed a hand from Draco's neck down to his waist where he tugged at his shirt, pulling it up so his hand ran up the sweating stomach to the hardened nipples. Brushing his fingers past one, Draco groaned again, arching upwards to get touched again.
Feeling the need for oxygen, Harry parted the kiss and trailed his lips down to the porcelain neck, breathing heavily against the sweaty skin and causing Draco to moan softly at its ghostly touch. His hand caressed the blonds' nipple in a teasing manner while the other ran through the silky blond hair.
He felt two hands on his back pull up his shirt, tracing burning trails up and down his smooth back, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. Slipping his tongue out, he made small circles on the pale neck, sucking softly. Draco groaned and let out a shaky cry when a soft spot was hit. "More…" he said through his ragged breathing.
Silently obeying, Harry pulled off Draco's shirt; half noticing the same was done to him. He leaned down again and took a nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over and around it, sucking it a little enough to get a moan from Draco.
Thump-thump-Thump-thump
He fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of the blonds' jeans, pulling them down carefully along with the plain boxers. Draco felt a blush heat up his cheeks as a hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, slowly pumping him and spreading his pre-cum. He let out a loud moan, throwing his head back against his pillow as his torso arched again, eyes shut tightly in his effort not to come just yet.
Faintly, he heard the zip of his lover's own jeans and the rustle of clothes being thrown somewhere. Panting, he opened his eyes and started blushing again at the sight of Harry's stark naked sweaty form hovering over him. His eyes gazed lustfully down the fit tan body, towards the certain hardened spot just below the waist shining with pre-cum. He swallowed before pulling Harry down, wrapping his legs around his hips and rocking up slowly, grinding their hardened selves, they let out groans and cries, continuing the rubbing, breathing faster as they gradually went harder and faster until Harry couldn't hold it in anymore and came, spilling his seed across Draco's pale stomach.
"S-sorry…" the raven head breathed, burying his head in the blonds' neck. Sighing softly, Draco reached down and wrapped his hand around his still hard member, pumping slowly. A hand over his stopped him; he looked at Harry confusedly, especially when he smiled. Without saying anything, Harry gave him a gentle kiss before lowering down towards the throbbing member. Draco looked down at him through half closed eyes, the blush still on his cheeks.
Not exactly knowing what he was doing but doing it anyway, Harry leaned down and slid his tongue at the tip, slipping it in between the shaft. Draco ran his hands through the messy raven hair, spreading his legs to give him more room.
"Ah…!" he put his hand over his mouth, biting a knuckle as the wet cave of a mouth sank down on him, slowly swallowing him whole, "Ha…Harry…" he rasped out, bucking his hips forwards slightly, mindful of trying not to choke him. The hand over his mouth went down over his nipples, pinching and ghosting over him, he couldn't help it, he had to touch himself, it just felt so good.
Harry slowly pulled up at the tip before going down again, humming softly at the feel of it in his mouth and sliding in his throat. The hum caused Draco to arch his back and let out a cry of pleasure, grabbing his head and holding his hair tightly.
"Oh god," he whimpered out, meeting in beat with the raven head, his worry for keeping himself from choking Harry started ebbing away at the explosion of pleasure mounting in him. Harry didn't seem to mind for he was moving his head faster, each time taking in more that before. Stifling a whimper, Draco came, stars appearing everywhere from behind his closed eyelids.
Swallowing everything Harry sucked a bit more, making sure every trace was clean, marveling at how good the blond tasted. Crawling up at Draco's panting face he gave him a rather slopping kiss that was quickly returned. Draco tasted himself in the raven heads mouth, as odd at it sounded, he liked it, especially because it was in Harry's mouth. They held hands lazily, entangling their fingers.
Parting for air, Harry whispered breathily against Draco's ear, "I think it's safe to say we've gone well beyond the friendship boundaries."
Ron was stock still like a statue, jaw dropped in a silent scream, his eyes still looking through the omnioculars. Hermione and Pansy sat in a giggling fit, though their cheeks were like cherries.
While everyone was preoccupied with themselves Ginny stared out of the car window, watching as the last storm cloud wafted away and the fire droplets snuffed out.
O.O Oh. Dear. God. T.T was that bad or good?
Well…considering that this was the chapter I really wanted to write…IT TURNED OUT NOTHING FROM WHAT I WANTED IT TO BE! (sobs) The uh…(ahem!) lemon might have been a lil too much too fast (blushes furiously) that was definitely one of the scenes I got possessed into writing.
23 and one eighth pages…well, that's good :) but I know the next chappy will be shorter T.T oh well, hope you're all happy with this one! Review please!