Heretic uprising- chappie 3

By: Furyfeather

Disclaimer: I EAT CUPCAKES! Ok, while that is true, owning harry potter and co. is not. But I will someday… someday soon…. RAWR!

(A/N: I KNOW! I DIDN'T UPDATE IN FOREVER! I'M SO SORRY! DON'T HURT ME! Review?)

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(Draco's POV)

I woke up in my rooms, the ones I shared with my beloved. I turned my body to see what time it was and was rewarded with the knuckles in my back cracking; that hurt. WAIT, knuckles in my back? I sat up quickly and looked in the mirror opposite our bed. I had two beautiful black wings, with stripes of radiant red. I remembered now, I was a siren.

"Awake now?" I recognized my little veela's voice.

"No." He chuckled. I loved the way he laughed.

"Too bad, I want to spend my day off with you." I forgot. He'll have to go back tomorrow.

"How about a week?" He sighed.

"We've been over this Draco. You know I can't, with the war and ev-"

"THAT'S JUST IT! THERE'S A WAR; AND YOU SAY I CAN'T PARTICIPATE? WHY HARRY? I LOVE YOU!"

"…"

"I'm sorry harry."

"No Draco. You're right. I just want you to be safe… and… and…"

"Happy?"

"Yeah."

"Then let me stand beside you. With Brandon."

"You know Früaôr wouldn't let you."

"But you're king! He should never give you orders! Harry, I love you and nothing can split us apart. Please let me be with you."

"ok. Now you look like you need to preen."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Hey! I like my sirens well-groomed!"

"I love you."

"Love you too."

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(Lord Martonius' POV)

"Our resourcesssss have noticcced the ssssssecondary king to be a ssssiren, ssssire." Good, just what I needed.

"Damn. This is just great." I sighed… This weak man was annoying me. I needed him though. You know why? His name was Voldemort.

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(Früaôr's POV)

Laughter rang through my ears. I hated laughter. I despised laughter. I reviled laughter. It was like a thousand cries of a wounded elk. I could not stand it. In all my years, laughter was my weakness… Ever since Araya. But enough of that. I have a mission to carry out.

"Harry?" it was that damned mate of his. He was a Achilles' heel. If only I could get rid of him… somehow. Mehehehe…

"Yes Draco?" Maybe I'd overthrow the king as well, take over the Veela kingdom, join forces with Martonius, after all, it was harry's fault for being born.

"Will you massage my back?" sick. Intimate relationships are useless.

"Only if you give me a kiss." How crass. I'm disgusted. I walked away as sounds emanated from the room. Sounds of love. Sounds of our downfall.

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the purple button needs some love so rock my socks and review! Yes I know it is incredibly short! I will put some more effort into the next chappie but I am really running out of steam for this fic. Sorry!