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Harry had never hurt this bad before in his life. Every time he thought of Draco, his heart ached and tears threatened in his eyes. The problem was, he couldn't think of anything else.
'It means you're a pitiful whore. You and Meravi deserve each other!'
Draco's parting words stung the most. Harry knew Draco was the jealous, possessive type. What had come over Harry to tell him about Meravi's kiss? 'I just thought…there shouldn't be secrets…' Harry thought. He hadn't slept all night. Monday morning came and went. Harry didn't bother going to lessons. He just lay on his bed, staring up at the canopy above. 'I've got to talk to him…make him see.' Harry got up, throwing some clothes on hastily and walking purposefully towards the door.
At this time of day, Draco would be just coming out of third lesson. Care of Magical Creatures. Harry waited for him in the entrance hall. A few people from MCH came up to talk to Harry. He just smiled and nodded, feeling hollow.
Somehow, underneath his pain, he could feel anger. He knew it wasn't his. It was Draco's. 'I guess we are mated then…' Harry thought remorsefully. His mate hated him. Just great.
Harry's head jerked up as he saw a shock of white/blonde hair heading his way. He walked forwards until he was face to face with Draco. The Slytherin just gave him a scathing look before pushing past him.
"Draco…"
"Go back to your slut, you freak of nature." Draco spat before moving on. Harry watched his retreating back. Tears, this time angry ones, threatened in Harry's eyes.
"Do you really want me to!" he called. Draco just made an obscene gesture without looking back. Harry scowled, covering up his hurt with blind rage. He stormed up to the Gryffindor Tower, his aura bouncing off him in dangerous black waves. It occasionally struck out at students, leaving them with heavy burns.
Harry nearly smashed the door to his dorm off its hinges. He grabbed a few books and his wand, shoving them in a bag along with most of his clothes. He groped around under his bed and returned with a book. He opened it to a precise page. Meravi looked back at him concernedly.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Harry didn't bother answering. He just touched the book's spine and vanished, holding onto the book and taking it with him.
To a first time guest at the Gryffindor Tower, it would seem like Harry Potter had never been there.
"I'm really worried about Harry." Hermione muttered. Ron was looking at her nervously. He pulled a vial out of his pocket, trying to think of an excuse to make Hermione turn. Just then, Draco rounded the corner and entered the Great Hall. He silently thanked Merlin.
"Yeah. Just look at Malfoy. Acting like he's God's gift again." Ron quickly emptied the vial into Hermione's drink while she turned to glare at the Slytherin.
"I can't believe him! Harry was better off without him." Hermione said, giving Draco a dirty look. Draco however, just looked away, poking food around his plate. Ron took a sip of his drink, making sure Hermione saw. She sighed, picking up her glass. "You know, I really thought he cared about Harry." She said, raising the glass to her lips. Ron averted his gaze, but made sure he could still see Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She downed most of the drink and put the glass back down. "Hmm…that didn't taste right."
"No, neither did mine." Ron lied. "Hermione…we've been friends for a long time…but do you ever…think of me as more than that?"
"Oh yes, all the time." Hermione covered her mouth in horror. Ron started grinning.
"Would you ever want to go out with me?"
"Yes." Hermione kicked herself under the table. "I'm sorry Ron, I don't know why I said that…"
"Erm…I kind of put Veritaserum in your drink. It was all Harry's idea!" he added, seeing Hermione's angry look. Hermione, however, just laughed.
"Trust you to always rely on magic to do something."
"So…will you go out with me?"
"Of course I will! I've been waiting for you to ask me for years!"
Harry came around quickly, sitting up and rubbing his head. Meravi and Fuoco were sitting on the grass next to him. Harry scowled at Meravi.
"You just ruined my life!" he snapped. Meravi smirked.
"Yet you come here first?" Harry blinked. "I take it you want to stay here judging by the fact you brought the book with you?" Harry nodded.
"But I'm still not speaking to you." He said, folding his arms and looking away. Fuoco snickered.
"Well, you're a livewire aren't you?"
"Watch it fire boy." Harry muttered. Meravi rolled his eyes.
"I noticed you mated with Malfoy?" Harry flinched, blushing.
"So?" Meravi's eye flashed with jealousy, but he smirked again.
"Don't worry. A few months in Cielo will soon wear the bond down. Then you won't hurt anymore. And you can live your full three hundred years here with your own kind." Harry just averted his gaze, clearly still pissed off. Meravi chuckled. He created a bolt and used his hands to bend it into a horse shape. He then shot it into the air.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked, still keeping his pissed off look. But within seconds, his question was answered by another Incandeche flying over to them.
"Yes Meravi?" he said. He was quite tall with a hardened look in his eyes. He had a light tan, black hair, red eyes and white wings.
"Cavallo, can you show Miele to his room?"
"Hey…my name's ha…"
"So this is Miele huh?" Cavallo asked, looking down at Harry interestedly.
"My name's Harry."
"Yes, in the human world. Here, you need an Incandeche name. Therefore, it must be Italian, and reflect your personality." Meravi explained.
"Why honey?" Meravi smirked.
"Because you taste sweet." Harry blushed angrily.
"Look here Meravi. You just cost me my boyfriend. So don't think I'm going to be jumping in bed with you any time soon." Harry snapped before Cavallo lead him off. Meravi and Fuoco watched him leave. Fuoco grinned.
"Sheesh, I think he's the one who should be called fire." He said, chuckling. "Are you sure you want him as your mate sir?" Meravi sighed.
"He's the only one who's sparked my interest my whole life Fuoco, what do you think?" Fuoco raised a brow.
"Fair enough."
Cavallo led Harry towards a forest of dense trees and undergrowth.
"I have to sleep in a tree?" Harry asked. Cavallo tutted.
"No Miele. You have to live in a tree house." He took off, Harry following. As they slowly rose, Harry could see that every tree had a house made of fine mahogany coloured wood in it.
"Hey, what was that weird thing Meravi did with his bolt?"
"Meravi can manipulate his bolts so that they make shapes. He uses them if he wants to talk to one of us."
"Oh…" Harry started counting houses, but stopped at fifty. "Cavallo, how many Incandeche are there here?"
"97. We're a close nit society. Everyone knows everyone else. They're gonna jump at a newbie."
"Great." Harry said sarcastically. "Uh…why does your name mean horse then?"
"I take care of the pack's horses. There are only 6, but they're hard work. That's my job. I love it." Harry just nodded. They flew for a bit before Cavallo stopped at a tree. It was a bit taller than the others with a larger house in it.
"Meravi had this one reserved for someone special." Cavallo said, grinning. Harry looked down at the forest floor. They were at least 30 feet up. His bad mood was wearing off.
"Can I go inside?" Cavallo laughed.
"It's your house! I'll leave you here now. Meravi will probably send someone along to check on you later. Or he'll come himself." He winked at Harry and flew off. Harry sighed, landing on the decking infront of his house. 'My house' he smiled. His heart still ached from being away from Draco, but this place seemed to have a calming effect on him. He opened the wooden door and went inside.
The floor was made from lighter wood than the walls, and it was polished to perfection. There was a plush couch in one corner and even a TV, though how it worked baffled Harry. He saw three doors leading out of the room. They led to a bathroom, bedroom, and small kitchen. For the seemingly simple design outside, the inside of these houses were very advanced. Harry put his clothes in the red wood wardrobe and shoved the rest of his stuff, still in the bag, in the corner by his four poster bed. He wished Draco could be here with him. He loved him with all his heart, and knowing Draco hated him was killing him.
"Settling in well?" Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Don't you people knock?" Harry snapped, turning to face Meravi. The leader smirked.
"Yes, but not very often. Is the house to your liking?"
"Yeah, it's really great. I thought I'd have…uh…" Meravi raised a brow.
"Go on, say what you thought."
"Well…with the whole 'magical creature' thing…I thought I'd have to sleep on a rock in the middle of a field with everyone else or something." Meravi burst out laughing.
"You're welcome to sleep on a rock if you'd like!"
"No it's ok." Harry found himself smiling. "But, you know…I thought you'd live more like animals than people." Meravi raised a brow. For a moment Harry thought he'd angered him, but then Meravi rolled his eyes.
"Nah. We're a lot more civilised than some humans are." Meravi smiled and turned to leave. It was the first non-smirk Harry had seen. "I think you'll fit right in here. Good day, bambino." Harry watched him leave before sitting down on the couch.
"Draco…" he whispered, tears falling freely from his eyes.
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