A/N: Hey there been awhile. Finally going to attempt a different pairing, been stuck on Severus lately, or so it seems. Then I have a Charlie/Harry pairing that should be posted for Valentine's Day (been in the works since well before Christmas) so everyone be on the lookout for that. Its my first challenge, and my first songfic challenge. Usually I don't work with challenges but *shrugs* I liked it because it's short, to the point, and gives me a lot of room to maneuver.

Timeline (sorry it wasn't posted earlier): The fifth book happened but Sirius didn't die. The last two books didn't happen at all. The war hasn't been going on for very long. This is their seventh year.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize I don't own or make money off of. Except the banana, that one is mine, although, I don't make money off him either.

Warnings: slash, language, graphic images, and stuff.

Bold – angry mutters not sung.

Harry flew around the Quidditch pitch wondering why the fuck the game hadn't been called off on account of fucking lightning that had almost hit his broom and killed him twice already! As if the rain wasn't bad enough! Soaking through his robes and weighing him down, making him lose at least five speed points.

He growled under his breath, searching desperately for the snitch so he could get out of the cold. He turned his broom so he could make another sweep of the pitch, when a stray bolt of lightning hit the end of his broom. Although, I think it would've been far more entertaining if he'd been hit by a leashed bolt of lightning. But then I would have to turn this into some kind of mystery story and, let's face it, no one wants to read a mystery by a crack author.

Because wood is an insulator and not a conductor (I looked it up so no bitching) Harry was not electrocuted. However, the force of the strike and the shock of seeing fucking lightning two inches away from his nose caused Harry to lose control and fall off his broom. Not having his wand and unable to do wandless magic, he squeezed his eyes closed and prepared to die, or have a levitating charm cast on him whichever came first. Hopefully the charm, but he wasn't all that optimistic.

Snape sneered.

Hermione screamed. "HARRY!"

Ron squealed (in a very manly way of course). "OY!"

Neville fainted.

Dumbledore twinkled.

Draco did a little happy dance.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other blankly.

Ginny trilled in a sluttish kind of way.

Luna looked around dreamily and said, "I've never seen such a large group of ninnyhammerous boglings in one place before."

Cho Chang stopped screaming long enough to ask "Say what?"

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The author would like to take the time to pause here for a quick definition. Ninnyhammerous Boglings: Ninnyhammerous is not technically a word. Ninnyhammer is though, and basically it means stupid. I just stretched it a bit to fit my purposes. Boglings is a real word that can mean either a dance by and for Mr. Bogle or a race of swamp dwelling amphibious humanoids. So basically, Luna is calling everybody a bunch of stupid amphibians that somewhat resemble human beings that can't dance.

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Luckily not all of the WITCHES and WIZARDS had forgotten how to use MAGIC. An unexpected savior, in a flurry of black wings, caught Harry, a good thirty feet from the ground.

When Harry felt himself being caught by a strong pair of arms instead of being smushed all over the ground, he opened his eyes slowly and gaped. Dark skin and long flowing black hair; it was none other than Blaise Zabini. To be more precise; a half naked Blaise Zabini with a pair of large black wings that were flapping lazily to keep them suspended in the air. Harry furrowed his brow, there had been some kind of rumor going around about Blaise being some kind of siren, but Harry had brushed it off as speculation. He had also made the incorrect yet common assumption that a siren was some kind of fish-person, indicating that Blaise would need to be totally submerged in water, when in fact; they are a bird-like people. Blaise met his gaze and smirked. "Well who were you expecting? A purple banana with green polka dots wearing a pink tutu perhaps?"

"How'd you know about Quinton?"

"What?"

"Nothing. Erm… Sup 'bini?"

A strange look passed over the man's face. His eyes met Harry's. He flew them a short distance away from the pitch, but made no move to land. He hugged Harry closer to him. Slowly, taking care not to startle the young man in his arms, lest he drop him, Blaise pressed his lips to Harry's.

"Holy shit on a stale cracker Zabini! Asking 'sup' was a relative term that was not in any way referring to the state of your penis!"

"Harry," Blaise began, ignoring Harry's struggles. "I have admired you for some time now, and I have a request to make of you, if I may."

Harry glared at him suspiciously, "You may, so long as you don't attempt to rape me in the process of making this 'request'."

Blaise took in a deep breath, opened his mouth, and began to sing. "Let me be your wings."

Harry stared at him, eyes wide. "Why are you singing now? What the hell?"

"Let me be your only love."

"Okay, I get it. It's the siren thing kicking in. But seriously, I don't mind if you stop. Not that you don't have a perfectly lovely singing voice, which you do. It's just that, well, I'm allergic to corny." Harry sneezed.

"Let me take you far beyond the stars."

"I don't think that's such a good idea. There's no oxygen up there. We'd die."

Blaise merely continued, "Let me be your wings."

"I don't need wings, I have a broom. Well, I did. It kinda got struck by lightning and I'm not really sure what kind of condition it's in at the moment but that's not the point! I can always get another one and there are always levitation charms."

His protests were once again ignored, "Let me take you high above."

"How long are you going to force me to listen to this?"

"Everything we're dreaming of will soon be ours."

"I'm dreaming of being on the ground."

"Anything that you desire. Anything at all."

"What if all I desire is for you to shut up!?"

"Every day I'll take you higher!"

With a few great flaps of his wings, Blaise gained several dozen feet in altitude.

"Blaise seriously, I don't like where you're going with this!"

"And I'll never let you fall!"

"FALL?"

"Fall!" Blaise sang again, moments before completely letting go of Harry.

"WAAAAAAH! YOU BASTARD!"

Blaise swooped down and caught him…again. Harry fought the urge to strangle him. I mean, sure it would be satisfying, until he hit the ground and died.

"Let me be your wings. Leave behind the world you know."

"No that's okay. I like it here. Well, the Voldemort thing kinda sucks, not to mention have no parents, the Dursleys being my only family, crappy friends, obsessed fan girls, everything always trying to kill me, never had a boyfriend because of the whole death eater paranoia, but otherwise…"

"For another world or wondrous things."

"If one of those wondrous things is a boyfriend," Harry trailed his eyes down Blaise's body, "I don't suppose I'd mind too much."

"We'll see the universe, and dance on Saturn's rings."

"I hear there's a bunch of dust and crap on Saturn's rings. What if you get hit by a rock and fall into a coma or something? We float around the stupid rings forever, this is of course, assuming that we have found a way to breathe while we're up there, or we just plummet to the planet's surface and die? Not too fond of either idea."

"Heaven isn't too far."

"Now you're bringing religion into this?!?"

"Heaven is where you are." He kissed Harry's nose.

Harry blushed. "Okay, I admit it. That was touching."

"Stay with me and let me be your wings."

"Well, I guess that wouldn't be too gruesome a fate." Harry twined his arms around Blaise's neck and frenched him. For a moment or two, Blaise's wings stopped their motion. Harry felt the rush of wind and pulled back.

"You IDIOT! What the fuck? FLAP DAMN YOU FLAP!"

Blaise wings immediately began to beat again. He smiled. "I love you Harry."

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but felt something odd swell inside his chest. It burst out before he could do anything to stop it. "You will be my wings."

He slammed his mouth shut and mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. "No way in hell. Singing is not in my contract!"

"I'm afraid it is love." Blaise said grinning. "Page eighty-two, paragraph nine, subdivision K. Lawyer talk, lawyer talk, jabber, jabber, jabber, you're a siren's mate and therefore required to sing. It's an unstoppable instinct love, might as well get it over with."

Harry growled low in his throat. "You will be my only love you fucker. You will take me far beyond the stupid shiny stars. You will lift me high above, but not too high or I'll strangle you when we land. Everything we're dreaming of will soon be ours. I want a dozen children, and I won't be the only one bearing them you self centered twat who was willing to make me do all the work. Anything that we desire, anything at all. Voldemort dead, lots and lots of sex, I'm talking LOADS of sex here. A big house by the sea, and a lot of other expensive shit that I'm going to make you pay for, for putting me through this humiliation. Everyday you'll take me higher."

"And I'll never let you fall for I will be your wings." Blaise finished, laughing at some of Harry's rantings, while a few of the others made him shake in fear or quiver with anticipation.

Blaise brought them ever lower, eventually landing them on the Astronomy Tower. He set Harry down in front of him but didn't let him go. He brought one hand up to Harry's hair, fisting several of the strands. He tugged Harry's head back slightly and kissed him. The kiss grew more passionate and they then proceeded to have sex - doggy style. It looked something like this: )i- ,-,o

If you can't see it then we have two problems: you don't have a big enough imagination, and I am a bigger pervert than you are. Unfortunately, there's really nothing I can do to help with either of those.

One week later…

Harry ran into the great hall, eyes blazing, and hair flying. His magic, sensing his anger and agitation was visible and whipping about him, keeping people away. At his heels was an equally angry looking purple banana, with small little legs and arms, sporting green polka dots and a pink tutu.

"BLAISE MAURICE ZABINI! I KEEL YOU!" The banana cried. With a mighty leap the banana leapt onto Blaise's chest and began punching him in the face and neck with its miniaturized hands.

"Quinton? Harry?" Blaise asked bewildered, "What in the world is going on? Why are you both so angry?"

"You bastard." Harry said, his voice ringing with power. "You got me pregnant!"

Silence reinged supreme over the great hall. Until…

Hermione screamed. "HARRY!?"

Ron squealed (in a very masculine way of course). "You're GAY?"

Neville fainted.

Snape sneered.

Dumbledore twinkled.

Draco pouted and kicked at the floor.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other blankly.

Ginny shrieked and threatened to hex Blaise's balls off, in a sluttish kind of way.

Luna looked around dreamily and said, "Oh how nice, a little baby Chimera, minus the goat head of course."

Cho Chang stopped gaping long enough to ask "Say what?"

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Chimera: A lion with a goat's head emerging from the center of its spine with a tail that terminates in a snakes head. So a Chimera-the goat = a snake/lion hybrid.

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The banana glared hard into Blaise's eyes, "You marry him, take care of him, love him or I'll kill you so hard you'll die to death!"

"What the fuck is that thing anyway?" Theodore Nott asked.

Harry blushed. Blaise smirked and explained, "His godfather, who has a most unusual sense of humor, thought he needed a friend."

Everyone within hearing distance aww'd, making Harry blush all the harder.

"If you weren't so good in bed, you'd be so dead right now."

Quinton took a shiv from his tutu and shined it into Blaise's eyes. "Just say the word and I'll cut off his webbos."

Harry smirked a bit and replied, "Don't cut that off, that's the only reason I keep him around."

Blaise stuck his tongue out at both of them, jumped to his feet and pulled Harry into his arms. "Must you be so mean to me, mother of my child?"

Harry stood on his toes so that he could nibble at Blaise's lower lip. "Just shut up and kiss me."

Blaise was only too happy to comply.

The End

A/N: Sequel has been posted. You can find it on my profile under the title "Once There Was The Sun" but be warned, the sequel is very sad, completely different in tone from this story.

Thank you for reading my loverly and loyal readers. Honestly I'm amazed you keep coming back for more of this crap lol. :)