Jekyll has to make an announcement.
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Jekyll would like your support in these drastic times.
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Jekyll wishes it wasn't true but Dani is gone.
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Jekyll is very sad to tell you that there is a likely chance that Dani might not help continuing this fic.
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Jekyll though will try to find Dani back, for the reader's sake.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

The sad Jekyll
Who feels all alone in the world
Presents
THE PHOTO

Chapter 6

On this fine morning, Blaise Zabini woke up with a big grin on his face. Draco Malfoy was his! He wished he could sing it out loud; just to flaunt it in the face of Pansy Parkinson, but knowing that such a thing would end up with her hexing his intimate parts, he decided to just gloat in private about it. He pushed his sheets away, swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. A quick look around the dorm was enough to bring a smirk on his face and his eyes immediately went to fixate on another bed to which he stalked gracefully towards.

As he drew the curtains away from the four-poster bed, he saw that the blonde in it was still fast asleep. My sleeping blonde… shall I awake thee with a kiss?

A smug smirk crept onto the Slytherin's face and he pounced on the obvious blonde.

Draco woke up as soon as something heavy landed on him and, for some sort of reason; he couldn't move his hands that were just above his head. He was about to open his eyes as his mouth was attacked; doing the first thing that came into mind, he kissed back.

The lips drew away after a few moments and Draco finally opened sleepily his eyes.

"Good morning, lover-boy," Zabini said purring and a look of horror crossed Draco's face. I kissed Zabini back? Holy Shit!

"What the-?" he vocalized his distress.

"Now that's a nice way to wake up, don't you think luv?" Zabini purred.

"Get off me you freaking pervert! What the hell are you thinking!" Draco yelled and started to wiggle to get the other off(-off his body, not in any other meaning of the word.)

Zabini frowned and his voice lost his purr. "You seemed to like it enough," he told the blonde as he secured his knees on both of Draco's sides so the blonde wouldn't be able to throw him off.

Draco hissed at him. "That was because…" he trailed off. Why was that actually?

Zabini stared frowning down at him. "You were thinking of him, weren't you!" he accused on a dangerously soft tone.

"Who..?" What the-? Eh… I'm still half asleep! What the hell is he talking about!

"Potter!" Zabini spat and Draco's eyes widened in shock.

"I did not!" I really didn't! … did I? No! I was asleep!

In a second, Zabini's face was merely inches away from the blonde as he stared scowling down. "Liar."

"Fuck this! Zabini get off!"

"NO! You are mine!"

"I am-" not some fucking play toy!

"MINE! And you will call me by my name!"

"Alright Blaise! Just get off already!" Why doesn't anyone react? Are my dorm mates deaf?

Blaise leaned forwards and whispered softly. "The others are already away… I can do with you whatever I want and no one would notice."

"That's rape!
"You cannot rape the willing, sugar."

"I'm not willing! This-"

"Yes, but they don't know…"

The threat was clear.

Blaise grinned victorious and suddenly licked the blonde's nose before finally getting off. "Time to get dressed, Dray-co!" he sung as if nothing had happened and stalked back to his bed to get dressed. "Oh and you're going to the ball with me," the Slytherin plainly told Draco over his shoulder.

Draco himself was still in shock-did he just 'lick' my nose?-and it took a few moments for him to realize he'd better get a move on. He got out on the other side of his bed, so there was at least the large piece of furniture between him and the psychopath, and quickly dressed. Somehow taking a shower with the possibility of Zabini walking 'at accident' in on him was not so desirable to him. He would have to do without one today.

Breakfast went as well as it could, however there lurked a nasty surprise just outside the Great Hall.

Draco knew that Blaise would try and 'punish' him for the little ordeal that morning, but that the git would go this far…

Draco stared incredulous at the announcements board; there was a new photo on the basted board. It only showed the black of a robe and two hands holding 'Harry's Photo'. Above it was written in dark blue letters:

'I know who has Harry Potter's photo.'

Naturally it would be the topic of the day and students were already widely guessing who it might have been that had put up the photo and who was actually holding the photo.

Ron Weasley glared daggers at the back of a certain Slytherin that was staring flabbergasted at the announcements board. "I tell you that ferret-boy has it," Ron told his companion, eyes not leaving his supposed culprit. He heard Harry sigh, not convinced.

"What kind of prove do you have, Ron?" the dark haired Gryffindor asked, already getting tired of the whole thing. Now really, I can't understand why everybody is making such a big deal about the bloody photo! Dean; I can understand, but everyone else?

He even had heard there was a bet going on AND there was a bounty on the taker of the photo!

"I just know."

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend's answer. "So, you're saying Malfoy is using that photo to cast dark hexes at?"

"Precisely!" the red head said fiercely.

"I was just joking Ron…" Harry dryly commented.

"I wasn't! Can't you imagine what kind of dark curses he can put on you by using that photo?"

Oh yeah! The evil bouncing ferret will use this photo to glare evilly at and hope I will get a headache from it! Or better yet! Sell it to Voldemort so HE can glare at it! Yes that is it! Ron, my pall! You just revealed Voldemort's evil ploy! There is definitely an Order of Merlin in it for you!

"You're daft. Don't you think Voldemort would already have come up with such a thing if it was possible?"

Ron was just starting to answer with probably another one of his 'so well thought' conspiracy theories, when Draco turned around. Harry noticed the blonde's gaze gliding over the crowd in search of someone. Blaise Zabini perhaps? It's interesting how almost no one knew that Slytherin's name until he hooked up with Malfoy. Now everyone knows hi-

Draco's glance went over him for a second and then with a quick snap of the head back to stare at him.

Was he searching for me?

A puzzled look crossed the Slytherin's face but it was immediately replaced by anger. Lots and lots of anger!

Harry instinctively adapted into a defensive stance as the blonde stalked toward him. "Potter!" Malfoy growled still only a few meters away and coming closer. He clearly wanted to fight and Harry was ready for him. Probably annoyed by all that extra attention I'm getting lately. I wonder what he would do if he ever found out I can't stand it…

"Malf-" he started to answer, but stopped abruptly as Ron suddenly moved to stand in front of him and obstruct Malfoy's rampaging path.

"Get out of my way Weasel!" the blonde hissed venominous.

"I know you have it, Malfoy! Give it back!" the redhead ordered.

Malfoy was taken aback for a moment. "Taken what?"

He doesn't know! He can't know! He glanced over Ron's shoulder at Harry. Har-Potter doesn't know, does he?

"You know damn well what I mean, Ferret!"

"Letting Weasel fight your battles now, Potty?" Draco asked tauntingly, ignoring Ron's words.

There was that familiar spark in Potter's eyes again and as he already was expecting, the Golden Boy pushed his friend out of his way to stand in front of Draco himself. "I don't need anyone to protect me from the likes of YOU!"

Could that sound even more spiteful? Draco briefly wondered.

"What do you want!" Harry asked coldly.

"I want you dead, but I can't have everything can I? So I'll just settle for this!" and with these last words he lashed out at the boys unprotected face. It's your entire fault! If it weren't for you, then I wouldn't be going through all these shit! Somehow it's always your fault!

Harry ducked away and grabbed his hand. "Going to physical violence now, Malfoy?" the Gryffindor wondered as he knocked the wind out of the blonde with a well aimed punch. "Afraid I'll beat you again in a wizards duel?" The emerald eyed Gryffindor soon realized he shouldn't waste any time on talking while being in a fight, as it had given his opponent enough time to lunge at him and pummel both of them down on the ground. Draco soon sat on his stomach as he viciously lashed out at Harry's face while Harry tried to protect his head with his hands. Seeing as he was in a disadvantageous position, he dropped his guard for a moment, enough for Draco to break his nose, so he could slam the sides of his hands against Draco's sides, making the blond slouch over groaning in pain. Harry used this distraction to flip both of them over and assault on his turn Draco's face, succeeding in giving the other a split lip before he was torn off the Slytherin and thrown to the side.

"WHAT in the Seven Hell's is going on here?" a firm voice, laced with ire, commanded to know.

Harry quickly leaped to his feet, wincing as he twisted his ankle in his haste. He clamped a hand over his bleeding nose. Draco was more graceful in getting his figure off the ground and nursed his painful lip. They both stared at their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, neither knowing what to do or say.

"Well?" the teacher asked with impatience in her voice.

"Malfoy attacked Harry!" Ron quickly answered.

"I see… detention tonight. For the both of you."

"Detention with Potter? Are you mad!"

"And tomorrow too…"

"But he-" Potter started to object, but was silenced with a hard glare.

"Let's make it a whole week then." The evil teacher from Hell said and used her effective icy glance to make all the other students scarce. "I suggest the both of you go to the infirmary now. Any more casualties and I will make it a year's detention."

She whirled around and stalked away, obvious thinking they would do as she had said.

"Do you think she learned how to do the swirling robes thingy from Snape?" Harry wondered out loud, mumbling through the robe's sleeve that was against his nose to stop the bleeding. Draco was about to answer when he realized it was the much hated Harry Potter that had said it and shut his mouth close. He turned around and headed for the infirmary, feeling Harry's presence close on his heels.

Jekyll would like to know where her fellow culprit is.
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Jekyll find's it quite silent without her beloved wife.
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Jekyll burst out in tears as she realizes her Dani has found a life and now is living it.
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