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Dearest Trianna,
My holiday is so bland without you. I think that you have really grown on me. I just can't stop myself from comparing you to every person I meet and also those that are a constant in my life. You made me think about a lot of things, Trianna. You made me question. There is always a big, bold,brightly highlighted word Why in my head. Do you know how frustrating it is to always be questioning things? No don't answer that, I have a feeling your answer will only make my constantly growing headache even worse.
Well, enough with that. I feel so much better with all that written down. I spent my holidays so far doing nothing new from the usual Malfoy winter routine. I attended many formal gatherings. My own home held a few. It really get boring after the first two or so. I so am not looking forward to more but unfortunately for this Malfoy heir, he could not have his way. If I do have my way, I would take you with me to the southern hemisphere. I've had enough with the cold. Ones can only tolerate snow so much.
So how is your Yule break so far? You're not having fun without me are you? I know that this letter is cutting it close, really close to the end of Yule break but I had not able to get away from my hovering parents; my father specifically. In a lighter point, I will be back soon. I wonder if you'd change somewhat since we've last spoken. I would tell you how I'd change but I rather give you a surprise.
Come see me?
Sincerely yours,
Draco L. Malfoy
Trianna smiled as she set the parchment down after rereading the content for the 3rd time this night. She let the tip of her fingers caressed the elegant loopy signature; her fingers lingered on the dominate 'D' of his name. She felt her heart flustered and brought her fingertips to her lips. The same fingertip that had seconds ago caressed his name. Her smile only widen upon contact.
It was early morning of New year eve. Midnight was not but half the hour ago. Trianna leaned back on her chair, a hand weaved through her long midnight black hair and the other rested on the letter parchment. She closed her eyes and mentally replay the words she'd just read. His letter had stared something in her, more like ignited it really. He caused her to feel like she is trapped in a body too young. Her mind want to do things to him, with him. And yet, she was not entirely sure what. Her body did not. Only her heart, it beats erratically at the mere thought of him. The desire to be close was there. Closer and closer, to pull close. A hug, an embrace. So close. The warmth of the others' body. The aroma of their skin. The soft, silky texture of hair ran like smooth liquid through fingers valleys.
"Draco," a whisper, soft and thick with emotions.
Harry anxiously scanned the scene of in coming carriages. His eyes danced, left right, straight ahead, behind? Then repeat. He wanted to move in search but forced his feet to lock in place. He was standing at the top step at the front entrance to the castle. A long trail of returning students passed him. All mistakenly guessed his purpose there. They thought nothing of his anxious display of emotions thinking that he was just really excited to be reunited with his two close friends.
'Where is he?' Harry's heart picked up at the transition of Ravenclaw's to Slytherin's colors.
'Oh come on, can't you people walk any faster?' his eyes unconscious turned slitted as he glare at the slow moving students. His eyes glowed. As if feeling eyes on them, they turned as one and shivered at the evil glare Harry sent there way. They gulped and quicken their paces. Other seemed to catch on and followed the example.
Harry eyes returned to normal soon after. He resumed his search.
'There!' he nearly squealed. The impulse to hop in place and clap was almost too much to confine especially when Harry noticed that the blond was eyes were also moving every-which directions in search.
'Look this way, I'm here!' the moment Harry finished that thought, there eyes met. The sides of Draco's lips lifted ever so slightly and the light in his eyes shined if one where to look close enough. Harry bit his lower lip to stop another impulse squeal. Draco discretely began to make his way toward Harry when..
"Harry!" Harry suddenly found his vision obscured with lush bush of curly hair and his body constricted in a crushing hug. His left ear ringed with the sudden blast of loud squealed sound.
"Oh Harry, I missed you so much! How are you? What did you do when I was away? You didn't do anything stupid did you? Oh I knew I should have asked one of the professors to keep an eye on you for me.."
"Hermione! C..ca...an't breathe"
"Hermione, I think you're killing Harry" a soft voiced said. Harry subconsciously recognized as Neville's.
"Oh" she said. She quickly backed up and let of of the boy in her arms. "I'm so sorry, Harry! I didn't mean to. Are you alright?"
Harry greedily breathe in the needed oxygen. His eyes once again returned to their search, looking for a glimpse of white-blond hair.
"Harry, mate; are you alright?" Harry's vision was blocked once more this time by Neville's waving hand. He swallowed back a growl and straighten up. He eyes his friends and forced out a convincing cheerful smile.
"Hi guys, how was your winter break? Did you do anything for Christmas?" Harry said. His hands briefly tugged at the fabric of their sleeves before he let go and lead them inside.
The world around me bombards with activities. My friends talked on and on. They asked me things, questions and share random information. I tried to pay attention but my mind have long left. I was not even sure it was here The evening feast was at it climax. Noises, so many noises scrambled together. And yet, none was registered in my mind. Subconsciously, I acknowledge that my body was on automatic answering questions here and their and evading direct answers. There is only one thing I want. I want to be with my Draco again. Not as Harry Potter but as myself, Trianna. How any times have I wished to live as myself. To be a girl at all time and not just under the moonlight. Such a selfish wish. I know for a fact that if I do not have this secret then my life will be much worst. I've seen it. Those visions of 'what ifs,' possibilities. Draco, he is in my line of sight if I were so much as glance side-way. I'd purposely chosen this very seat to be in direct longitude to him. But I dared not look for I know that if I were to so much as indulge myself with a glimpse of him I would want more; I would stare. Such obsession can not be healthy and yet if it is an addiction I am willing to consume this drug that is he.
The feast was over. Draco hastily made his way to the dungeon. He gave a hasty password to the Slytherin's dorm entrance and stepped in as it open enough for his size, rushing. His steps fast and furious. He mind tunnel tracked to the path to his room and though another door his shower stall. He inwardly cursed Dumbledore for the elongated feast. He made it into his room and locked the entrance way, knowing without a doubt that his Trianna had her way of getting into his room in even in this condition. His restroom door is now in his line of sight. Steps unaltered, he peeled away his heavy weather clothing dropping them carelessly onto the stone thick carpet floor. His shower was quick but thorough. He quickly dried his body with a thick towel and use another smaller one to dry his hair. He scanned the marble counter top next to the sink and mentally kick himself at the absent of clothing. On impulse, he secure the bigger towel around his narrow hip. He ran his thin fingers through his wet hair and gave a quick glance at the half cleared mirror then strut out of the room.
"Hmph!"
Soft lips caressed his owns. He could feel two thin arms wrapped around his neck and fingers weaved his hairs. A warm, soft body pressed against his own, contour flushed on his front. His eyes were closed. When? He was not sure. He readily kissed back. There was no doubt in the identity of his attacker. His arms snaked around her small waist, hands weaved though the long silky stress to the small of her back. The kiss ended after uncounted amount of time.
"Draco.."
"No, not yet; More" Draco interrupted, his eyes gazed into hers from behind long blond lashes. It was dark with desire. He broke the small distant between them and his lips touched hers once more. Their lips, again, maneuvered in soft and slow caresses; both are still getting accustom to this new skill.
'I want to taste her' Dracos' tongue darted out; its wet tip swift across Trianna bottom lip and she gasped. Her eyes snapped open and she instinctively pulled back. The action was negated as Draco leaned forward and capture her lips once more. His tongue entered her parted lips and he purred. The sound vibrated from deep within his throat at the burst of taste registry of her unique flavoring. One of his hands slide up from the small of her back to the back of her neck and his fingers weaved it way into her luscious locks. He slightly tilted her head, angled her face for better access to deepen his kiss. By this time, Trianna had caught on to his advance and shyly reciprocated his kiss. At the third touch of his tongue with hers, however, she abruptly pulled back, as her shyness caught up to her. Her forehead pressed against the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide her heated face.
"Draco," she whispered. Her breath tickled the naked skin of his lower neck and chest. He shivered. A satisfied smirk lifted the corner of his kiss bruised, redden lips as he registered the radiated heat from the skin in contact with her cheek. He gave himself a short time to return to his normal breathing rate as he lead her to his bed. He watched her closely as he lead her by the hand. He chuckled at her refusal to look his way. Arriving at the destination, he sat her down on his high four poster bed and kissed her cheek before he head for his closet. He glanced back from the corner of his eyes and let out another amused chuckle at her rigid form. The room was silent except for the rustles of fabric.
Trianna listened attentively as soft footsteps closed in on her. She felt the dip in the mattress close to her and fingertips touched her lips and caressed it slowly then moved across her cheeks. Draco hand cupped her face and gently turned her head to face him. Trianna's eyes shifted locking with his for a brief moments before she lowed it again, bashful. Draco swallowed back another amused chuckle but let his lips curved in a charming smile. Leaned in a kissed her smooth forehead.
"I have missed you, my dear Trianna," he said pulling her in and rested her head on his chest. He leaned back and let gravity do its job as the two of them fell in bed.
"hmph!" Trianna yelped. Her hand clutched at the fabric of his night shirt. She impulsively pounded his chest.
"Draco, don't do that!" she yelled. Her head snapped up and she gave him a glare.
"Ah, there's the Trianna I know. Did you had a nice time on your vacation? I hope you don't mind my urgent summon. I just had to see you," Draco said with ought most seriousness in his tone but the glimmering light in his eyes gave away his great amusement. Trianna stared, she tried to keep the hard edge to them but could not reel back her own amusement. He liquid silver eyes mesmerized her. She smiled and laid her her head back on his chest.
"I've missed you"
The rest of the year was relatively uneventful. Harry helped Neville with his attempt on learning to play the bamboo flute. Harry had semi converted Hermione to the idea of his unique use access to magic. The two debates heatedly since the second day she got back from winter break. Draco and Trianna rendezvous du soir at every opportunities, which wasn't many. There were moments when Harry felt the out of character impulses to go explore the castle after night fall. Other times he had the unusual urges to act a certain way or to make acquaintance with certain people, namely Ron Weasley and Albus Dumbledore. At those times, Harry clutched his hands tightly around his enchanted locket. As time went on, Harry noticed his DADA professor emits increasing amount of anxiety and anticipation. There is also the minacious vibe that rubbed against Harry's skin when ever he is closed by. It made the hairs of his neck stood on its ends. He went out of his way to maintain great distant between them. There was also the tragic event of Hadgrid burnt down hut. The man had apparently acquired a fire breathing dragon egg and incubated it to hatched and the rest his history. It would mostly be record into Hogwarts a History future editions.
"For the last time, Harry, it is not possible to die temporarily. Being in a coma is the closet thing to dieing you can do. How did our debate on the usage of fairy dust turn into this anyway?"
Harry had a ponderous looked on his face before he smile as his eyes light up. He held his forefinger out, erected toward the sky and swirled it in a counterclockwise motion.
"We were talking on battle magic with the use of fairy dust and transition the subject to Voldemort. His name in French mean 'fight from death'. That is how we got to where we were."
"oh" she said with a nod. Harry scanned their surroundings as they arrived at the greenhouse.
"Say, what time did Neville said to come get him?" He asked. His eyes glanced down at his watch.
"5 o' clock. He wanted to bathe before dinner" Hermione absentmindedly said as she too searching for their green-thumb friend.
"It's 5:15, Hermione. Neville is never late" Harry whispered. His voice trailed off at the end. The two stare at each other. A fearful light glimmered within their eyes.
"Neville!" they screamed. They walked deeper into the greenhouse, head moving from side to side, searching.
"Neville, where are you?"
Nothing.
The two became frantic. Their heartbeat accelerated in panic. Their mouth continue to call out Neville's name. 5 minutes; five uncounted minutes of elongated mental illusion of time later, the two met up at the front of the greenhouse. Face dejected, head shaking each had a hopeful looked in their eyes.
"Nothing"
"It's empty"
"Wher..."
Harry's words faltered as his attention went to the sounds of flapping wings. His eyes snapped to the side following the increasingly loud sounds. The school owl closed in on him and Harry reflexively offered his forearm. It landed with as small nod as if in thanks and extends its leg. A rolled up piece of parchment was tied with a a small string. Harry narrowed his eyes. His hand hovered over the plain parchment checking for curses or spell. There was one. He quickly remove it and open the parchment with his magic. He let it hover in the air and read the content.
Pray that you are the solution I seek
or
Longbottom will soon be in need of
The Reaper.
The message was not sign.
Harry turned to Hermione. The fear was obvious within her eyes. They starred.
Hermione turned her attention to the letter once more as she noticed a movement the corner of her eye. She gasped.
"Harry, look!" she pointed to the parchment. The words were cleared away and replaced by a new message.
The third corridor,
Don't be late.
Fire ignited and eat away the parchment.
"Harry?" Hermione shaken voice sounded bombastic in the silent.
"What should we do?" she continued at his silent.
"Where did McGonagall said Dumbledore is?"
"She didn't"
"Dumbledore was not in the Great Hall at all today, neither breakfast nor lunch"
Hermione pondered then nodded at the recollection.
"I don't think this is a coincident"
She nodded once more.
"What are the chances of us able to get a professor to help us?"
"Not very likely. They would ask questions and shorten the time we have to rescue Neville."
Harry nodded.
"Lets go. There is no time to waste"
The two ran. If they had taken a moment to notice there were more than one greenhouse.
The Cerebus, Fluffy, was already subdued. The two jumped down the trapdoor after a moment of hesitation. Devil Snare; a blast of fire from Hermione wand cleared a path for them and they continue on.
"It's locked" Hermone said. She turned around and face Harry. Her eyes moved, scanning the room. Her ears picked up the incoming sounds of buzzes. Her eyes widen at the sight of mimicry keys. The flock flying toward them. She opened her mouth to warn Harry.
"H..."
"Burn! Fire ignite and burn my obstacle to ashes!"
A strong wave of heat rushed by her and Hermione shrieked. Her head snapped to Harry, then she turned completely around and look at the now burning door.
"Duck, Hermione!"
She was quickly thrown to the ground with Harry's body shielding her from the on slough of enchanted keys. The swarm of keys collided forcefully with the burning door.
Boom!
The keys and door were no more. A wide hole replaced the location of the door and the two quickly got up and continue on their way. Harry impulsively summon the broom that he saw from the corner of his eyes. He mounted the enchanted piece wooden stick and kicked off. He scooped his female companion up as he flew by her without warning.
"Harry, don't do that!" she shrieked. Her hands clutched tightly around the wood bellow her, eyes squeezed tight. "I'm so going to get you for this! Ahhh!" she screamed as he did an abrupt dive.
Harry flew over what looks like super-sized chessboard and life-sized chess pieces. He gracefully landed just before the entrance to the next room. He silently helped the stiffen girl to her feet and lead her by the arm to the next room as he magically open the door.
"Ugh!" he covered his nose as a disgusting odor hit his nose. His eyes moved and quickly found the source, a dead troll. He turned away quickly from the nauseating sight and quicken his steps to the next room with Hermione in tole. Potion. It had Snape's involvement all over it. He let Hermione solve the riddle and soon held in his hand the smallest bottle of filled potion.
"There is only enough for one" Hermione voiced. Harry nodded. His eyes stared into hers, searching.
"I will continue on. It is safer for you to wait for me. Don't say anything. We do not have the option."
She nodded.
"Wish me luck" he smile and gulped down the liquid.
"Good luck" she hugged him. He gave her a nod and turned around. He ran into the black fire without looking back.
"Good luck"
"Give me the stone you bloody mirror!" a familiar voice vibrated into Harry's ears as he passed the black fire. He focused his gaze directly ahead and blinked at the sight. Quirrell was throwing a tantrum in front of an ancient looking mirror.
"Ah, so the Boy-Who-Lived make his entrance." Quirrell said in a mocking tone as he turned around to face Harry. He two locked eyes. Both alighted with mutual dislike, though, Harry eyes reflected more of an indifferent dynamic.
"Where's Neville?"
"Oh? You don't seem surprise to see me. Why is that?"
"I could care less. Tell me the answer I seek."
"You dare demand something of me? You lowly urchin! y..."
"Stop. Do not waist my time and tell me where Neville is"
"Crucio!"
Harry easily sidestepped the red light.
"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"
Harry sidestepped those also. He executed 5 front flips and closed the distance between them. He did a spin kick and knocked away Quirrell's wand. Without wasting a moment, Harry applied locking magic into his hands and thrust his fingers into Quirrell's pressure points. Quirrell dropped like a rag doll to the ground. Harry stood over him. His breathing slightly labored.
"What did you do to me?" Quirrell exclaimed.
"You're quite dull, aren't you?"
"How dar..."
"Let me speak to Potter, Quirinus" the voice as raspy and hissed like.
"But master, you're not strong enough"
I'm strong enough for this"
While Quirrell conversed with the malicious voice, Harry found himself stood in front of the Mirror. A quick look at the carving around the mirror itself, harry quickly recognized it as the Mirror of Erised. He accidentally found out the existence of this magical object on one of his leisure reading.
Harry watched in silent as his reflection blurred and the image of Trianna replaced him. She was smiling. Behind her stood Draco with his arms around her middle. His head rested on her shoulder as they are still matched in height. The image shimmered and now stood two new people, a man and a woman. The man looked like an older version of Harry and the woman looked like a the woman in the picture Harry once found in the Dusley's attic. The two had a proud look in their eyes.
'Is this what I desire?' Harry closed his eyes. He opened them and found the image in the mirror had changed once more. Trianna stood their by herself. Her eyes gazed intensely into Harry's own. She held out her and a stone appeared. She brought the stone to her lips and he saw her throat weaved in a swallowing sequence of motion. Harry would feel something flow down his own throat as he watch her. A few seconds later, Trianna lowered the stone and pocket it. Harry felt a weight dropped down in his own pocket. He glanced down. His hand move to the weight.
'The stone!' eyes widen, he turned back to the mirror but there was no longer any in the reflection. It was a blank screen.
"Submit your body to me, Quirinus!"
The harsh sound snapped Harry's attention back to the Quirrell, who is still on the floor. The dark aura around him seemed to be escalating. The dark energy gazed his form and caused his heart to squeeze uncomfortably. He quickly search his mental file of spells. His eyes not once left his enemy. At the steady rise of dark energy, Harry decided to by more time.
'Time! That's it! Now I just have to find a spell'
"Your Voldemort, aren't you? The sinister voice, the plot for my life. I cannot be wrong"
Harry felt the dark energy paused in it ascension.
"Very clever, Potter." The voice hissed with a hint of approval. "I've been watching you."
'That's a disturbing thought' Harry mentally shivered in disgust. 'Focus! You need a spell' His eyes caught sight of the Mirror of Erised once again.
"Such a talented wizard you are, Mr. Potter. How Slytherin you are. Oh yes, I can see right through you. It takes one to know one, after all"
"I do admit that I find you...disturbing"
There was a long paused. 'Here's my chance!'
"Liquid frozen, solidified. Freeze this matter; freeze this man. Mirror mirror standing tall, exchange I must so exchange I will. Take this matter, take this man. Bind him, lock him, let him never be free again!"
Harry blinked. It was over. The man I'd known all year as his DADA teacher was now frozen and trapped within the Mirror of Erised. Harry stared at the horrified face of the man within the mirror for a long moment then he closed his eyes. He spread his aura out, searching. There was no sign of his friend anywhere within the room.
'I was tricked!' he thought angerily. He hissed and grind his teeth. He gave the now blank mirror one last glare before he turned around and leave. The strutted out of the room, mentally cataloged that the the black flames were no more. Before he could register anything else, he was nearly tackled to the ground.
"Hmpf!"
"Oh, Harry! I was so worried! Are you hurt? What happened?"
"I'm fine, Hermione. Lets get out of here before anyone find out that we were here to begin with"
She looked like she wanted to protest but gave Harry a reluctant nod.
Draco stared.
"This is the Sorcerer's Stone?" he asked, his voice hushed.
"Yes" Trianna whispered back. Her eyes studied Draco's face.
"This is the thing that put you in danger!" the wonder in Draco's eyes dispersed and was replaced by anger. His head snapped up, eyes locked with Trianna. Without preamble, Draco hand snaked around Trianna head and he pulled her in. his lips crushed into hers. His free hand made to grab hold of the stone and he hailed it across the room. He hummed in satisfaction at the colliding sound with the stone wall. Draco skillfully maneuvered his tongue into her mouth, eager with abundant anticipation to taste her sweet flavor once more. He soon noticed that there was a new dept to her usual taste. He filed that information away as he found the flavor was to his liking. The need for air signal the end of the wonderful kiss. Draco gave Trianna one last peek and pulled back. Their breathing labored.
Trianna collapsed on top of the blond and they both fell on the mattress. She clenched the front fabric of his night shirt subconsciously enjoying the soft texture. Her head placed directly over his erratically beating heart. She smile as his heartbeat matches her own.
"What will I do without you this summer? I don't want to go back there. I want to be with you" her voice as soft and it wavered at the end.
Draco was quiet. He leisurely caressed her hair as he let his mind work.
"I don't see why you have to go back" He sigh. "I don't want you to be away from me, either"
"But?" she asked.
"But we're so young. We do not have the power and influence to change our situation."
The implied 'and we're not suppose to be together' hung in the air.
Trianna pressed her body fully with his. Her legs weaved his legs and she lowered her lips to his.
"I want you. I won't be force to leave you. I will not allow it. Come what may"
The two were locked eyes; gazing and searching. Draco nodded.
"Come what may"
A kiss sealed their oath.
This chapter was hard for me. I'm not good with the technical dialouges that flow with the HP cannon. Did anyone noticed something out of it? I know what it is but do you?
Leave a review and tell me.