Part VII
"Well don, Harry…"
"Fantastic!"
"Nice work!"
The gryffindor Quidditch team all landed onto the green grass after Harry landed himself, hand still clutching the snitch. He was, surprisingly, been 'glomped' by his fellow team mates and class mate who were all jumping over the railings and running towards the winning team. Harry couldn't do anything but grin as they all patted his back, congratulating him and the girls kissing his cheek. He went as red as a tomato, the guy did. Slowly, the crowd around the team thinned as they all did their part and went back to the castle. Soon it was just half of the team, the golden trio and the some Slytherins. Finally, Harry was able to see her
"Congratluations, Mr Potter," grinned the girl. The boy-who-lived grinned back.
"Thanks," he said, as he made his way to her. "I admit, you and the rest of the chasers were quite a challenge."
"You did asked for it," she smiled. His arms went around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Ten didn't mind and just giggled, placing her hand on his shoulder, her forehead resting against his. They were both giving each other small smile and just being in their arms. It was a moment in heaven for the two of them. Nothing can rip them apart while they're together.
"Just being with you," whispered Harry, "and having you in my arms, makes me the most happiset guy in the world. Not even the thought of Voldemort can stop me from being this happy."
"That's good to know," his new girlfriend nodded. Neither said anything else after that, as the Quidditch was empty except for themselves and the other two Slytherins. Harry noticed this and turned to their heiress.
"I've got two questions to ask," he said, frowning lightly.
Ten just nodded.
"What happened to your broom? And what's going on between Malfoy and Iris?" he asked.
Ten sweatdropped at the first question. "Uh... well... I was on my way to the Gryffindor post to score the tenth goal, when my broom started to descend to the ground. Strange I know and when i tried to mount it higher, it ignores me. I was near the teacher's stand so i got hold of the railing and got off the broom, watching it slowly gows down to the ground like an aeroplane," was her answer as she grinned sheepishly.
"And Iris and Draco?"
"Well, Iris was standing on the railings of the Slytherin Stand, Parkinson, and her friends holding her arms. They pushed her and she was falling. I guess Draco saw that and saved her."
"Is it me, or am I getting a feeling that they are going to be hopelessly in love?" Harry quirked an eyebrow. Ten giggled.
"They're going to be hopelessly in love." She rest her head on his shoulder, arms around his waist as he did the same to her, watching and waiting for the two slytherin.
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"Are you OK?" Draco Malfoy asked. Iris was glad to be back on her two feet, but she kept her hand on his shoulder, for balance. The flight from the railings left her dizzy.
"I think so," she said. "Why did you save me?" she blurted. Draco Malfoy was taken aback. He hesitated, wondering if he should really tell her why but decided against it.
"Because… you are a Slytherin, and slytherin take care of one another," he answered, feeling guilty for some reason.
"Oh," was all Iris could say and she lowered her silver pools even more, her vision blurry. The two of them just stood there, in the uncomfortable silence, not knowing whether or not should they leave, or say a word.
"Iris," the blond whispered. Iris slowly looked up, locking their eyes together.
Those gray pools,' she thought. 'How all I want is to drown in them every time I see them. How I am attracted to those gray orbs, with all sorts of emotion flashing through it.'
"Iris?" the boy repeated. Said girl snapped out of her trance.
"Yes?"
"Would you-?" he stopped there, hesitating again.
"Yes?" repeated Iris.
"Would you-?" he said once again but a bit quieter.
Iris quirked an eyebrow.
"Would you like to go to the Halloween Ball with me?" he asked. The silver pools of the female, went as wide as a plate at the question, her heart stopped beating, her breath caught in her throat.
'Did I just hear him right?' she thought frantically. Did, Draco Malfoy, asked me to go to the ball with him?'
Her mouth went dry as she tried to think. Draco frowned at the waiting, dreading.
"I-" Iris started. Draco looked at her eagerly, waiting.
"I-"
'Come on Iris!' she mentally whacked herself.
"Iris?" the Slytherin Prince called. Once again Iris snapped out of her trance.
"I… loved to… Draco," she whispered, his first name rolling of her tongue.
The blond stood rooted to his spot as he heard his name.
'Did she say my first name?' he gaped.
It was Iris's turn to frown. She clicked her fingers in front of his and the boy blinked.
"Sorry, I zoned out," he muttered.
"Quite alright," she smiled, eyes twinkling in amusement.
Draco stared at those silver pools, with fascination. How they reflect her emotions when they change color… he just wants to drown in them. Without noticing, his face got closer and closer to hers and she made no move to stop him, as if she was also in a trance.
Draco began to feel weird, as if there was a new emotion running around his body… a new emotion he couldn't place… a new emotion he never felt before… a new emotion he never dealt with it before… and it scared him, but he knew what it was: Love.
For the first time, he felt what love is… he felt what the basic of loving someone is… and he never felt so good.
'So this is what loving someone is felt like.' Draco smiled to himself. 'Ten's right. It is powerful.'
He continued to stare at the girl in front of her, staring in her eyes, drowning in them. He felt heat burning inside of him and let his eyes roam around.
Her hair, pitch black and soft, red dyed at the tips; her eyes silver with a change of color with different emotions; her frame, small and slim and her lips… how he wanted to taste them…
Without knowing what he was doing, he leapt forward and swiftly captured her lips with his, kissing her, tasting her. They both closed their eyes, both moaning. The kiss was broken within seconds and they were both breathing hard, looking at each other. The black haired girl looked up at him, dazed, breathless. Her tongue came out to wet her suddenly dry lips and the young man in front of her resisted the urge to groan out loud at the motion.
He couldn't take it anymore. He took her lips in his once again, kissing her senseless, similar to what Harry did to Ten. Iris responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his face closer and licked his lips. Draco opened them eagerly and let her tongue invade his territory before bringing up his own tongue and brushing it against hers.
They both groaned at the contact and fought for dominance, but the male young won at the end as they broke apart. The two teens were blushing and breathing hard, but smiled lovingly at each other nevertheless.
"What time shall I pick you up tonight?" the blond asked.
"Ten minute after the ball starts would be fine," she answered dazedly.
"Like to arrive fashionably late do you?" he chuckled quietly.
A shrug was the only reply the girl could give.
"I better go and get change before Ten kills me," the boy grinned sheepishly. "I'll see you outside the pitch?" he pecked her forehead. Iris nodded and reluctantly let go, walking alongside of him towards the changing room.
Ten smiled as she watched the two, Harry's arms were around her waist, hugging her from behind.
"Guess everything worked out fine," she said.
"Yup. And I'm guessing he asked her to the ball," he chuckled.
"He sure did."
Ten turned around to face her lover.
"We better head back and get change. I'll see in a bit?" she said.
Harry frowned and groaned. "Why now?" he whined. Ten giggled and kiss the tip of his nose.
"Alright. 7.00pm tomorrow?"
The heiress nodded and was released from the warmth she enjoyed, walking to the Slytherin Changing Room.
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In the Slytherin changing room, the atmosphere was cheery as the players talked amongst them while getting change. Draco Malfoy went into the room first and making sure that the boys had changed into their trousers, he nodded to the heiress and let her in. After all, who would like it if a girl walked in suddenly when they were in their boxers? No boys would.
Ten grabbed her clothes she wanted to change into and went to the bathroom to change, as it is rude to change in front of boys if they are not your boyfriend/husband. Strict rules! That's why there are separate dormitories for boys and girls. Just as Ten came out, wearing jeans and a thing top, the Slytherin Prince spoke.
"Even if we didn't win, it came out good, guys, & for that, we all won,"
There was a round of applause.
"Congratulations to Ten's strategy & all the help she gave in the training, not 2 mention her spectacular performance today," and with that, he clapped, making the team cheer and whistle. The girl blushed lightly and watched the five boys exit the changing room, still chatting about their goals. Ten shook her head at them.
She took a peak at Malfoy's direction and when she saw him placing his jumper on, she walked towards the young man.
"Hey," she greeted. The Blond greeted back with a nod.
"I want to thank you, for saving my best friend's life. And for that I owe you. Guess you're not that much of an ignorant git if you show your good side once in a while," she smiled. Draco rolled his gray hues.
"Well I couldn't let her die, could I?" he asked, rhetorically. "I know what I did in the beginning of the year, and for that I apologies. But I do love her. If I let her die, I couldn't live through it. You don't owe me anything."
Ten nodded, satisfied with the answer, and sat down at the bench, letting the captain change in his office. After five minutes, he emerged and the two of them walked back onto the grounds, meeting up with another Slytherin and a Gryffindor.
"Took you long enough," the boy-who-lived frowned. Ten glared at him playfully, earning a sheepish grin from him.
"Better watch what you say now, Potter. Or else you won't last very long," she snarled playfully. Iris had to sweatdrop. She looked up when she felt something around her waist, smiling up at her new lover, almost getting drowned in his gray pools.
The four of them resumed walking. Once at the entrance hall, Harry parted from Ten, pecking on her cheeks before going up the grand staircase to the Gryffindor Common room, while the three of them made their way to the Slytherin common. As soon as they entered, there was a round of cheering, entering their ears and Ten flinched at the loud noise.
"Congratulations!" the Slytheirn Common room sang.
"But we didn't win," said the captain.
"The new strategy almost did, and I bet you would have won, if the damsel wasn't in distress," Calub laughed.
"In Draco catching the snitch is true, but you should know that calling Iris a damsel, will make you wish you never met her," grinned the heiress as Iris glared at the male chaser.
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The bleach wooden door opened that evening and Eliza entered, wearing a black, leather mini skirt, and dark green tank top. She was holding a scroll with a green ribbon tied around it and passed it to her lover in a flirting manner. She smiled her sexy smile which always makes Alex lick his lips.
Taking the scroll, Alex raised his hand and made small movements. Magic contained in his palm and Eliza was now by his side. Giggling for absolutely no reason, she placed herself on his lap, one leg over the other and her long slender fingers, playing his dark locks. Alex relaxed in his chair, loving the attention.
"Hogwarts is having a Halloween Ball tomorrow night," she spoke, softly.
"Really?"
"I was thinking of letting phase one commences," suggested the pale- green-haired woman.
"Hmmm," hummed the dark haired boy. "I guess we can. But we need to get it ready for tomorrow."
The girl nodded and regretfully got off him. Alex grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers together. He pulled her close and grabbed her chin with his fingers. He kissed roughly, making the young woman moan. Melting in his arms, and wrapping her own arms tightly around his muscular stomach, Eliza kissed back desperately. Despite the fact that she tasted him many times, he became a drug to her; she became addicted to him, that she doesn't want to stop kissing him. But they both eventually broke.
"I love you," the girl whispered.
"I love you too," the man pecked his lover's forehead and led her out of his office and down the corridor. The torches hung up automatically lit, as if something invisible called out an incarnation for the torches to be lit.
The couple walked down the corridor, unaware of the silence. But then again, they love the silence… it's the only way they could enjoy each other's company, walking down the corridor, and holding hands.
They walked down several flights of stairs towards the main and largest lab of the castle down in the dungeons. With a wave of her hand, Eliza opened the door and the two of them entered. Men in white coats where hunched over tables, wearing goggles, a tool in their hand. Sparkles were coming out at the end of the tool when made contact with a surface. These men were captured. They were the greatest scientist of all time, following the footsteps of Einstein, Galileo, Newton, etc.
"Where is he?" roared the dark haired boy. The scientists jumped in surprised, looking at the doorway. Alex was glaring at each of them, showing them that if they mess with the guy, they would wish they were never born.
The scientist way at the back spoke up, loud and clear.
"Follow me, if you must," he said and turned around. Placing a hand on the wall, he opened a hidden chamber and went through.
Eliza and Alex exchanged looks and followed, ignoring the other scientists. They walked down the steps, through the room and into the hidden chamber. Everything was dark and a bit damp if you touch the wall. Everything was silence except the dripping of water coming from the pipe above. The scientist in front dug his hand into one of his pockets, taking out a mini torch and pressed the on button. Immediately the small chamber was lit and was easier to see.
They continued to walk down the lane, until there was three part ways. Even with the torch, you couldn't see anything. So they stood still and listened carefully. In a matter of minutes, they all heard a low growl, coming from one of the three ways. They turned to one of them and heard nothing loud. They turned to the middle one. The result was the same as before, so they turned to the last one. The growl which they heard earlier was louder than before. Gulping down with difficulty, the scientist looked at the couple before taking the lead towards the beast.
Again the corridor was dark except there was light coming from the torch held by the scientist. He walked deeper and deeper into the corridor as the beast's growl grew louder and louder. The smirk on Alex's lips grew wider as he felt hunger coming from the beast. He squeezed his hand gently, and locked gaze with the eyes of his lover, smirking before looking in front of him.
There in front of him was something different to what he expected but better nonetheless. There was a huge canine, like a wolf and a dog fused together with black fur and bright red eyes. His lips were curled back, sharp fangs showing as he growled at the new comers.
"Ohhh!" giggled Eliza, enjoying the look of the beast. "He's so vicious!" she chirped.
"Indeed he is, my love," spoke Alex, looking down at the pair of ruby eyes. He let go off his lover's hand and walked up to the cage. Unlocking the lock, he opened the gate.
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Sunday has arrived and the atmosphere was cheerful and dark as the sun settled behind the high mountains and the moon rose into the pitch black sky. The girls from fourth year and above were all in their dormitories, chattering and laughing as they got dressed into their respective costumes, as the Halloween party drew near.
A girl with long brown hair, and sparkling sapphire blue eyes was in her bedroom, putting on her black dress. She tied the strings at her nape and the bottom of her back to keep the dress in place. The black gown was up to her knees. It was a plain, silky black material and along with it, the heiress wore black jewelry: earrings, choker, a bracelet in one wrist, and two bangles in the other.
Just as she started to apply soft black make-up, a knock on her portrait was heard.
"Ten" her best friend called. "It's me."
"You know the password," she smiled, now putting on her soft brown lipstick. Ten isn't your average normal girl. In fact, she doesn't like being that much of a 'girl'. She's normally known as a tomboy. She doesn't like skirt and dress, wear make-up or any other girly accessories as well as bright colors, mainly pink. But here she is wearing make-up… and wearing as dress. God has she grown up.
"OK," chirped Iris, an amused glint in her eyes. "Harry Potter rocks?" she chuckled, ending up laughing lightly.
Ten sent a glare at the doorway, even though Iris couldn't see. Once she had controlled her laughter, Iris gave the correct password in a whisper and entered the bedroom, her heels clicking against the black marble floor with every step she took.
"I'm so sorry for Mr. Potter," she grinned, looking over her best friend, dressed up as a female vampire. "The poor guy will trip over his feet, for not managing to take his eyes off you."
Ten giggled at the way Iris made it sound. She could see her best friend in her reflection, wearing long white gown up to her ankle with silver shoes and diamond jewelries.
"What shall I do to my hair?" she asked, frowning. "Make it short and spike out at the edge? Curl it? Top half in a messy bun? Etc…"
Iris made a miniature version of Ten's head and chose every single hairstyle she could remember and used it on the miniature's head.
"Curl it," she nodded. Ten shrugged and used her wand, twirling a piece of hair around it. She then pulled her wand out and the lock was curled. Grinning, she did the same to her other pieces of hair until the whole hair was all curled.
"How is that?" she asked.
"It really suits you," Iris beamed. "Shall we make our way?"
"Yup," nodded the heiress. She placed her wand in a hidden pocket of her dress and walking alongside her best friend did she exit her bedroom.
"I wonder what Draco would look like," Iris said aloud. "I mean, he entered his bedroom and after that, I haven't seen him." She didn't notice a figure was sneaking up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer against him, resting his head on her shoulder as he whispered into her ear,
"Good evening, Milady."
Iris gasped at the sudden movement and pouted. She tried to turn around in his embrace but the boy's grip tightened slightly but not too tight.
"Yes, an exquisite evening, My Lord," she grumbled back. Draco had to chuckle lightly. He bent down and sucked on her earlobe. Iris stopped struggling and moaned softly, leaning backwards. Ten rolled her sapphire hues at the couple and walked away leaving the two behind. Opening the portrait, she exited her common room and into the corridor, making her way to the Great Hall.
The Entrance Hall was halfway packed when she arrived. Most of the boys were wearing dark dress robes while the girls were wearing princess-style gown of the color of their choice.
"Glad no one has similar style to mine," she sighed. A pair of arms wrapped around her petit frame and pulled her close to him, letting her lean against him. Tenebrae didn't gasped nor struggle for she sensed his presence before he made his appearance and moaned when he kissed her exposed neck at the side. She heard her chuckled.
"And what's so funny, dear Potter?" she asked, cracking one eye open.
"Nothing," he simply shrugged and nibbled her earlobe.
"Cheat," she whispered resting her head on his shoulder backwards.
"All is fair in love and Quidditch my dear." He let go off her and she turned around to see his gorgeous face once again.
"You certainly look like an Angel," she smiled. Indeed Harry was wearing white dress robes embroidered with green thread to match his eyes. A great contrast to Ten's black dress.
"And you, my love, look like a Black Angel." He pecked her lips once.
Ten giggled and hugged her lover tight, resting her head on his shoulder while they waited for the doors of the Great Hall to open.
"Tenebrae?"
The two teens turned to see Professor Dumbledore behind them.
"Yes, Grandfather?"
"I was wondering if you and Mr. Potter would open the ball as you are my granddaughter. It would be… weird if we have an old fool opening the doors of youth."
"Grandpa!" cried Ten, hugging him. "You're not an old fool. Stop calling yourself that."
Stroking her curls, the headmaster chuckled. "Will you do it?"
"Of course we will," she nodded and let go. Pecking her forehead, the tall man left the crowd and entered the Great Hall, ducking the ribbon that held the students back.
"Do we need to be at the front?" asked the boy-who-lived.
"Yeah. Let's go." Holding each other's hand they made their way to the front and stood at the side of the door, near the ribbon. Soon after, Iris and Draco made their appearance, disappointment written on their faces as they saw the crowd outside. They spotted the heiress and the heir of Gryffindor at the front and slowly made their way towards them, standing on the other side of the ribbon opposite the couple.
"Why the long face?" the green-eyed boy frowned.
"Too early for your liking?" the auburn haired girl grinned.
Iris glared at her best friend who was so used to it; she didn't cower behind Harry, like many other students.
"Whatever," Iris grumbled.
The lights inside the Great Hall dimmed and Harry and Ten stood in front of the line. With her wand, Ten chopped the pink ribbon in half and walked into the Great Hall, arm-in-arm with her date. The two of them made their way to the empty seats at the staff table, with Draco and Iris behind them. Soon the rest of the school followed, finding seats at the bottom of the stage, a table seated for 6 people.
"You must be wondering how many students are here," spoke the headmaster at his granddaughter, for Ten was wearing a frowning expression. "Just fifth years and above." The heiress nodded.
Once everyone has seated the tables then was filled with a silver plate and goblet, spoons knives and forks with a menu. Immediately, Ten, Professor Dumbledore and some other staff picked up the menu, looking through it.
"Pork chops," Dumbledore ordered.
"Chicken Lasagna," his granddaughter followed. Immediately, the food they ordered appeared on the plate. Getting the idea, the others followed.
"Nice," muttered the boy-who-lived, making his own order.
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After dinner, the lights in the Great Hall dimmed and the Weird Sisters got into position, playing their first note. The music has begun and the students all chattered while letting the food digest before doing anything to make themselves sick. Everyone was inside the Great Hall.
Except a couple. Draco and Iris were both outside, near the entrance of the Great Hall. There was a balcony, enchanted for the ball. Feeling like he has never felt before, Draco Malfoy leaned against the railings of the balcony and stretched out his arms. He took Iris's hands in his and pulled her slowly towards him, almost romantically. There was a small difference in height: Iris was only a head shorter, much to her annoyance.
A hand caressed her cheeks lightly and she looked up to lock silver eyes with grey, almost identical hues.
"Is something wrong?" she whispered. The Blond only shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. You never really see this side of him. And Iris knew that and therefore frowned lightly.
"Trust me," he spoke softly, noticing her expression. "There's nothing wrong. Just enjoying this emotion I'm feeling."
"And what's that… you are feeling?" his lover gulped, her heart beating as fast as it could, that it almost made her breathing quicken.
The Slytherin Prince lowered his head, so that they were somewhat leveled, their faces inches away. Iris could see a number of light freckles on his nose. There was at least five.
"Loving you," he murmured. Before Iris could say anything even though her lips were parted slightly, she felt his lips on top of hers. It was gentle and soft but Draco was dominative by nature and suddenly changed his kiss, making it slightly faster and a bit harsher than ever before. The girl placed her hands on his shoulder to keep herself balance as Draco's arms just wrapped around her frame. She moaned, as his tongue plunged into her territory, stroking hers, leaving her defense barrier lowered unnoticed. Except a certain heiress.
The girl smiled at her best friend as she dance arm-in-arm with her date: Harry Potter.
"Care to tell me what you are smiling about?" a whisper spoke into her ear.
"Nothing for you to worry about, love," she smiled. Harry returned her smile. He stroked her hair, placing some locks away from her beautiful Sapphire eyes, stroking her cheek afterwards. A light blush creep up the feminine cheeks.
"Why the blush, love?" he playfully said. Ten frowned at him and then rest her head on his shoulder, covering her redden cheeks. She heard him chuckle, before resuming his motions on her back. The feeling was something she moaned at, in a good way.
"Liking that are you?" he grinned.
Ten didn't say anything. She closed her orbs and tightened her grip around his neck, never letting go.
"I love you," she murmured absently.
The smile tugging at Harry's lips grew into a grin as he answered back, "I love you, too."
Dumbledore was dancing with Professor McGonagoll, near the couple and smiled at his granddaughter's happiness. He couldn't have been happier about her but subconsciously was still worried about the dangers that lie ahead.
"Albus," spoke his dancer. "Shouldn't we tell them?"
"Not right now, Minerva. Firstly, I have a job I want Tenebrae to do, and she must do it alone, as well as away from Harry. No matter how hard it will be for them to be apart for two weeks."
Minerva- or better saying Professor McGonagoll- snorted.
"Having Christmas at the Burrow, will certainly take the boy's mind off the girl. Somehow, I don't think they should be together with all the dangers going on,"
"I quite agree, however, they are old enough to face them together and of course, thanks to Professor Koltchak, Ten's new powers are under her control completely and are progressing wonderfully. There's nothing for us to worry about until he's back,"