The Rose in the Dark

Summary- What happens when someone slips Harry a box of drugged chocolate on Valentines Day?

Disclaimer- I own only the plotline, not the wonderful characters. They belong only to that gorgeous goddess of ingenuity, J.K.

Warning- Kinda smutty, then it gets dark and tragic, then it might get a happy ending. Contains implied yaoi, slight lemon, mpreg, the mebbe death of a character of my own making. I was pms-ing when I wrote this. RATED M FOR A REASON, FOLKS!!! Oh, and it is a Severitus, just for my sister, Netrixie. This is evil Dumbledore bashing. I needed to write one to get the bile out of my system, so I can concentrate on my good Dumbledore stories.

Author's Note 1- in my story, the tables are arranged in the Great Hall in the following order, if you are overlooking the Hall from the staff table- Slytherin on the far left, then Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw, with Gryffindor on the far right. Don't yell at me, this is just for this story. I think.

Author's Note 2- there's nothing going on between Remus and Sirius, other than the fact that they are really good friends. What might look like a threesome including them and Snape is just the awesome coolness of how close they get to each other.

Author's Note 3- Don't freak. I'm reposting the whole bulk of the original story in 9 parts. Chapter 10 is when the new stuff appears, for those of you who have this on Author alert.

Part 3

Pansy looked up when Hermione and a shell shocked Harry walked into the classroom. "What did you do to the poor boy?" she hissed to Hermione, watching as Harry fumbled to set up his equipment. Hermione smirked, and said, "I told him."

Pansy wrenched her gaze from the stuttering boy and stared at her partner. "You did what?" she whispered. Hermione just laughed. "He'd just told me he thought he was gay and that it was Draco's fault. What was I supposed to say?" Pansy finally started laughing.

"This is gonna be one hell of a day."

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It had already been a trying day for Harry. He'd puked this morning, hadn't been able to eat, discovered he was gay, discovered he liked Draco, discovered Draco was gay, and been yelled at by Snape. Now the easy camaraderie between him and Draco of the past month was gone, and Harry was bumbling and stuttering whenever Draco talked to him.

He didn't even know what potion they were working on. He didn't see the looks Draco was sending him, didn't see the looks the rest of the class was giving him. Once the class was over, he bolted out the door and ran outside.

When Hermione caught up with him, she started apologizing. "Don't worry about it. There was something in the air in the dungeons that was making me sick."

They waited for the rest of their friends and walked down to Hagrid's hut together. Draco tried to talk to Harry, but he gave monosyllabic answers and ran away as soon as possible. Frustrated, Draco grabbed Pansy and asked it she knew what was going on. She smiled and said, "He found out you're gay today."

Draco was dumbfounded. This whole thing was because he was gay?! Pansy laughed at the expression on his face and continued talking. "He also realized he was gay, and attracted to you." Now Draco was the shocked one.

Then his expression became mischievous and he started to smile. Pansy shook her head at him and muttered, "Boy, am I glad that look isn't directed at me." Draco just waved her off, contemplating the ways he could start dropping hints to Harry that his attentions would be welcome.

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Grubbly-Plank was waiting for the students impatiently, almost twitching in excitement. "Gather around, please. Pay attention, please!" Her nasal shriek made most of the kids jump, and she smiled as they settled down.

"Today, you will be formally introduced to Leonidas." That got their attention, and there was a restless stirring as the class started worrying over what was going to happen.

"Mr. Potter, if you please." The professor said. With a sigh, Harry went up to the front of the crowd and stood there, waiting. Leonidas, the Pegasus, walked around the side of the building and up to Harry. Harry figured that since Grubbly-Plank hadn't told him what to do, he might as well treat the creature like a hippogriff.

He bowed low, and waited for some signal from the beast. He stayed like that for a minute, before a large head entered his vision. The creature stared at him for a minute, then snorted, throwing his head up and down.

Harry darted a glance at Grubbly-Plank, who gestured for him to straighten up. He did so, and got a belly-full of Leonine Pegasus. The creature seemed to be trying to cuddle up into his stomach, and Harry laughed. It tickled, after all.

He glanced, still chuckling, at the teacher, who had a large, proud smile on her lips. He rubbed the males head, and smiled as the creature seemed to melt into the ground. Finally, though, he stood up and bowed away from the creature, who watched him go with a mournful expression.

The professor clapped her hands, startling everyone in the clearing. "Now, that was an exemplary example of how to approach such a creature. Who's next?"

The rest of the class period was fun- if the Pegasus came near you and then sneezed, you weren't a virgin. People in this category included Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Dean, Seamus, and surprisingly, Hermione. If you were allowed to pet it, you were a virgin. Neville was, of course, part of this group, as was Ron, Crabbe and Goyle, and Abbott. But no one else got as strong a reaction as Harry.

Towards the end of the class, once everyone had been introduced, the creature snuck up behind Harry and nudged him in the back. He jumped a little, but since he was in the rear of the group, no one noticed.

He turned around and reached up to rub the creatures face, silently laughing at the expression of pure bliss that entered the black eyes. The Pegasus started collapsing towards the ground, and Harry followed it, until the creature was laying on its side, wings extended, and Harry was kneeling next to him, rubbing his side, much like you would do with a dog.

He wasn't paying attention to the lecture the others were studiously copying down; rather, he was entranced by the feel of the massively muscled beast laying docilely at his feet.

He gradually became aware of the crowd around them, and of the fact that the professor was using him as an example of what purity got you in life. Eventually, though, he stopped petting the beast and stumbled to his feet, numb from spending so much time in one position, and watched as the Pegasus rose gracefully to his own.

He sighed when Grubbly-Plank announced that class was over, and lead the creature back to the Forest. Harry turned and saw the class staring at him, and he scowled at them. "What are you looking at?" he demanded, and Hermione hid her smile as the class quickly disappeared.

He turned with a huff to Hermione, then his expression changed from a scowl to confusion. "Hermione, I need to talk to you." He said as he grabbed her arm and frog-marched her up the lawn to the castle, ignoring his four other friends.

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Draco frowned and went to go after them, but Pansy grabbed his arm before he could. "Draco, think." she urged. "If you go barging into his life, he'll probably push you out because it's habit. Make yourself irresistible and part of his life, then you can make demands of his time."

He frowned, pissed. But he understood what Pansy was getting at. They had been enemies up until a month ago, after all. "Fine. But that doesn't mean I have to like it." he snarled.

Pansy smiled and agreed with him. "No, you don't. But this will make winning him so much more pleasurable." Draco snorted, but relented.

He turned to ask Blaise something, but stopped when he saw his friend. Blaise's arm was slung around Ron's shoulders, and they were smiling at each other in a way that always preceded something like, oh, a snog.

Draco turned back around, creeped out. Pansy laughed at him, and said, "Oh, come on. You had to have seen that one coming."

"Well, yes, but not for another couple of weeks, at least." he said petulantly.

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Hermione gave Harry a black look, rubbing her arm. "What was that for?" she demanded. Harry looked at her and blurted out, "I'm not a virgin." She sighed, disgusted.

"Is this what that is about? Because I have a lunch to go eat, and-" he cut her off, impatient.

"No, you don't understand. I'm not a virgin." She stopped and stared at him. "You're serious?" Harry nodded, saying, "Not since Valentine's Day."

She gave him a considering look, then said, "We are going to Madame Pomphrey. Right now."


Hey y'all- i just wanted to thank you guys for your interest in this story. I think I've gotten a record number of story alerts for it! I'm tickled pink ( my usual color, but oh well :-))!!!!

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