A/N: Ok, I literally just planned out the rest of this fan fiction. Here's what you need to know:
1: There will be 17 chapters to this fan fiction including the epilogue.
2: Things will move very fast through the story. Time skips will be frequent.
Now, on with chapter 13…HUZZAH!
'I cannot believe how long I've put off this potion.' I had received my ingredients a week ago, so now I only had a week left to brew draught of living death, add it to the everlasting bond potion, and write the essay. 'Fuck' I set up a miniature potions lab in my dorm and got to work…
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3 excruciating hours later, I had finished brewing and begun on my essay. I had decided to write on the brewing process, the history behind the potion, and the effects it had had on Draco and myself. 'This is gonna take a while…better start with the history and effects…'
The everlasting bond potion was created in 1414 by a witch entitled "Joan of Arc"and a centaur named Barredow. It was invented to bond a pair of people for life, using potent ingredients, ancient magic, and a Latin incantation. When the potion is brewed correctly and has been ingested by two willing drinkers, they share the same soul. The potion was taken by the bride and groom and activated during the first ever magical marriage. The brew is infrequently still used today.
The brewing process took a total of 3 hours. I first concocted Draught of Living Death, and set it aside. I then placed 6 dead poisonous leeches, 1 pint bubotuber pus, and I stewed baby mandrake into a large bowl. I used a gloved hand, as required, to mash then together until the ingredients closely resembled bloody applesauce. I then blended 15 fresh tantacular leaves, 1/17th cup powdered root of nightshade, and 2 teaspoons ground unicorn horn in a separate dish. I then added the blended mix to the applesauce-ish one, creaming them together into a thick paste. I proceeded to cream this paste into the pre-made Draught of Living Death. I served the potion into two glasses and added a lemon wedge to each. Then, Draco Malfoy and myself added a drop of blood into our goblets, switched goblets, and took the potion.
The effects of the potion were instant. The drinkers should be capable of reading the emotional and physical states of each other. In very rare instances, participants may be able to decode each other's thoughts as well. Mr. Malfoy and myself were lucky enough to gain all aforementioned powers through this potion. We have not had use of the incantation yet, but that will pose an extreme effect as well, switching our current states.
I had basically spent my entire Saturday morning doing the project, and by now it was certainly time for lunch. I was grateful, because I had skipped out on breakfast this morning in favor of the project. It was high time I got some food in my ever-rumbly tummbly.
I trotted proudly down to breakfast and plopped down next to the ever-ragged Draco Malfoy. He was looking worse and worse with each passing day. I had pled with him often to pay Madame Pomfrey a visit, but he always refused. He tried constantly to tell me he wasn't tired, but I felt his feelings and knew his thoughts; he was lying straight to my face.
I was about to tell him to bugger off and then drag him to the hospital wing myself, when the recently cursed Katie Bell emerged from the large doors of the great hall. She looked positively wiped out. She seemed to float around the millions of people trying to talk to her in a trance; a daze which made her look similar to freshly churned butter.
Draco had tensed and built an icy fortress around himself the moment she entered the dining area. The ice wall thickened when Harry suck-my-dick Potter pranced up to Miss Bell and started interrogating her. "Excuse me for a bit, won't you?" Draco stuttered, and quickly left his seat, making a bee-line for the exit. I saw Harry watch him go, pause, as if thinking, then trot off after him. 'Oh, that simply will not do.'
I hopped over the bench none-too-gracefully, then proceeded to trip and be accompanied in the fall by my dignity. I heard a few sniggers and giggles, but didn't care at the moment. If Potter caught up to my love, there would undoubtedly be a fight. The two were notorious for arguing, and if Potter pressed the wrong buttons on my already-to-many-buttons-have been-pushed-on-my-control-pad-so-I'm-in-stress-overload boyfriend, then one would supremely destroy the other. So I'm running.
Unfortunately, my frazzled brain just now realized that I had no idea where the boys could have gone. I started aimlessly searched corridor after corridor. I got sick of that nonsense in precisely 12 minutes and 6 seconds and decided to say 'fuck it.' And go find a professor. I felt a hard object traveling at high speed push into me and cause me to fall none-too-gracefully for the second time in half an hour.
I sighed, as did the hard object which had flown into me. I glanced up to see Mr. H Potter looking down on me in a terrified state. "Where is he?" I asked him sternly. Harry nodded his head. "Why does it matter?" he attempted to be uncaring but his tone told me otherwise. I stood up quickly and then roughly slammed him into the corridor wall. "Harry James Potter, you tell me where my boyfriend is right now! And don't you dare bullshit me!"
Potter looked stunned. "Bathroom...Myrtle's bathroom…" I released him and ran for the second floor.
I made it down the stairs and was 2 yards away from the bathroom when my favorite person in the world decided to make an appearance. Ginger beast was seething. "What did you do with Harry?" She hissed.
"What?" I asked, utterly confused. I slammed him into wall; he couldn't possibly have more than a bad bump on the head. "I saw you follow him out of the Great Hall. I've been looking for you ever since. I know you want him Stoker. Who wouldn't? You're just hanging around Malfoy to piss him off and make him jealous. Well, it won't work. Harry Potter loves me, and there's no way I'm going to let some slytherin slut try to change his mind." She smirked confidently.
I smirked back. Her little bitch-rant had given me time to think up a brilliant plan amidst the horrid situation. "You caught me Ginny. It's true. And I'm so glad you told me he's in love with you. You see, we just had a delicious little *ahem* episode on the fifth floor, and he was really rubbish at snogging, and I wanted to break up with him right there. But then again, I don't wanna break his fragile heart, Ya know? But now that it's been confirmed he's in love with you, I won't have to worry! Thanks Gin!" and with that, I skipped away and to the bathroom inwardly laughing at Ginger Beast's horror-struck and gloomy face.
My inner laughter was abolished the moment I entered the restroom. Draco was on the floor, bleeding, crying, laying in a puddle of water from a mixture of the blown up plumbing and running sink. There was scarlet life blood everywhere, and it soaked my shoes as I got closer. The splish-splash of my feet in the cool water was bittersweet. It was terrible because of what it surrounded, but a comforting sound in the fact that it was familiar.
I stood in a set of slick red boots, coat, and hat as I splashed puddle after puddle. "Daddy! It's my 7th birthday Daddy! And it's raining! Isn't that swell!" I said with sheer excitement. My father watched me from the porch with a bemused expression. 'She's about the only kid who would be happy it was pouring rain on her birthday.' I flopped gently into puddle after puddle.
Draco's sobs that he had fought so hard to withhold before jerked me out of my daydream. I flung myself into the water-blood mix next to him and gently unbuttoned his shirt. The gashes that covered his chest were deep, and I don't know any healing charms to fix him. I knew that if he bled like this for very much longer, he would die.
The severity of the situation seemed to dwell on me all at once. Draco was dying. There was no other option at the moment. I couldn't heal him. I wouldn't be able to find a professor to heal him in time. There was one option and one option only.
I took out my wand and pointed it at him directly. "Servus Sempiternus" The spell took half a second to begin its work. I watched dimly as the blood from Draco's wounds seeped backward and back inside him. I clutched my own stomach as I felt crimson fluids drip through my fingers from invisible cuts. I tripped lightly yet again, as he began to come around. I felt the water infiltrate my robes uncomfortably. I lost the feeling in all my fingers as his began to grip and release themselves. I lost all consciousness.
! Draco's POV !
'Why am I all wet?' I thought clearly as I rose from the tile floor. I looked around at my surroundings. I appeared to be back in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom again. I came in here to think and talk to Myrtle, because I knew she wouldn't tell anyone what I told her. 'No one talks to her but me anyway.' I thought bitterly. I glanced to my left, only to cease my own blood flow. Brie lie scattered on the floor next to me, her blood and the bathroom tap water mixing elegantly together to form a dark pink puddle. 'Puddles…'
Narcissa ran through her own manor in absolute panic. She had been looking for an hour and a half in a desperate attempt to find her 7 year old son, Draco. "Draco? Darling, where are you?" The lady Malfoy shouted. Narcissa was tired from the running and shouting and stopped at one of the windows of the Malfoy reside to catch her breath.
As she panted, she looked up to glance at the weather. Instead, she saw her seven year old son, in his best robes, rolling about in the small pools of rain water that had gathered in the storm that had occurred last night. The young Malfoy saw his mother and waved heartily at her. Mrs. Malfoy laughed quietly to herself. "Wretched boy." She mumbled with a content smile.
I shook my head about. 'Where the bloody hell had that come from?' I pushed the beloved memory aside and directed all my attention toward Brie. 'What happened to her? I remember Potter coming in here and screaming at me for something or another, then everything went black. She's still alive, because I can faintly feel her feelings, Thanks to the potion-…THE POTION!' I realized what happened instantly. I had been hit with a curse, and Brie had used the incantation. She wanted to die in my place..
Despite the high frequency of the situation, I couldn't help but be emotionally moved. Brie was in a lot of pain, I could feel it, and she had willingly taken that pain in which she suffered away from me. She was happy to die in my place.
Luckily, she didn't have to. Aunt Bella had taught me a complicated healing charm or to back at the manor, in case one of *ahem*our own feel in the field. I took out my wand and performed a few quirky wand movements along with quite a few sealing charms. I performed a piece that allowed Brie's blood amounts to return to normal. I fixed Brie in a composer-like state, waving around my wand as though I were mad like Sweeny Todd.
Brie awoke 15 minutes later. And it was high time I had explained this whole mess to her. If she got scared and rejected me, then so be it. She's officially been through enough on my behalf. Brie carefully rose from her slumber and sat up. She looked about the room, much as I assume I had, and then finally focused in on me. I slipped her a smile. "Would you care for an explanation?" She nodded.
I sighed audibly. "Brie, I am a death eater. I joined the force just before school; close to the time of the auto accident." I rolled up my sleeve, displaying my dark mark. "I haven't told anyone the truth about anything. Not even about why I didn't expose the problem itself. I have no concerns with safety. I was selfishly concerned that someone would want to help or take on the job themselves, and I wanted the glory. And I wanted it all." I paused to let that much sink in.
"The problem is my mission. I am to fix a vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement, and I am to murder Albus Dumbledore. If I'm not done at the end of the school year, then I'm basically fucked. He may very well kill everyone important to me. Now I realize that I am intended to fail this mission and be slaughtered. It's punishment for the mistakes of my parents. But, I will not fail. I'll end up running away to somewhere with Snape when the deed is done. I need your help Brie." I ended, unintentionally, in a whisper. And then she kissed me.
! Brie's POV !
I threw myself at him. The second his lips hit mine I knew what we had come to. We had come to a point in our relationship where we trusted each other, and where we cared enough to die if the other could live. It was time, and by time, I mean time, plus the phrase now or never. I weaved my arms carefully up his torso, thanking Merlin I had previously unbuttoned that shirt of his. His hands felt their way to my hips, and he pulled me on top of his lap, hugging me tightly. Our lips remained touching in variations of light as a feather and as hard as we could obtain.
He glided up to the buttons of my shirt and began to unbutton them ever so gently, but with a passion and a lust that could no longer be denied. After he had finally undone the last white button, he slipped the shirt off me delicately. We kept our eyes closed and allowed our lips to part, only to softly touch foreheads. He ran his long fingers up and down my pale back; I held the backs of his shoulders.
He flicked the clasp of my white bra apart easily and pulled the garment away. He ran all over my chest, first with hands and fingers and then with lips and tongue. I threaded my fingers throughout his pale blonde hair and sighed as I felt the cold water flow smoothly along my legs, which still rested just outside of his.
He lifted me securely and began to lean with me down gently, allowing our legs to straighten. I felt the tips of my own blonde hair touch the floor, then felt the water form to my back when we were all the way down. He slipped his palms away from my back and down to my waist. He withdrew my skirt and panties, and after a bit of a hassle, his own lower clothing was gone as well. We both removed our shoes and socks and sighed with the feeling of our heels touching the cool water.
He touch his lips to mine again as he push his shaft into me slowly. I felt the tear of skin when he broke through, but I didn't protest, because I knew he would stop his actions, and it would break the precious silence we had so lovingly built. After he felt as though I'd adjusted, he began to shift with my body. We both moaned beautifully through every thrust.
I felt myself begin to tighten, and I knew the orgasms were coming when Draco began to move quicker and out of rhythm. I arched into him and pushed my fingertips into his shoulder blades. He had a death grip on my own shoulder blades, and I knew that he relished in the feeling of the water running past his arms as they touched the floor. I could feel his feelings; I could feel his love. And he could feel mine just as strongly.
The tightness in my lower belly snapped, and I felt my inner walls squeeze gloriously around him. He groaned and sunk into me one last time, spilling himself into me. The warmth of it and the chill of the water were a perfect contrast. He rolled off of me and to my side. I cuddled up next to him. We both knew that there was much to worry about and think through. But right then, we just lied there and feel asleep in the ecstasy of aftermath, the wonder of our everlasting bond, and the dancing swirl of the water beneath us.
A/N: Oh that was gorgeous, wasn't it? It's finally here, so enjoy it! Please review! For my birthday on the 7th? PWEASE?