Chapter 7
Dead silence. The kind thats so quiet, its loud. I let them see me without the normal glamors. Not even the ones that hide my strip of silver hair, my tatoo or even my pierced ear. I let them see me.
"What about release the dragon. Taking off a bunch of glamors doesn't exactly fit perfectly." Huh, Ron sure amazes me sometimes. Not even a little bit of hate could be detected.
"Draco,?" Harry was looking at me in a way that had that dangerous feeling floating around again. I tried hard not to let it show.
"What." Damn, I meant to be neutral. Whispering is not neutral, expecially not whispering because of those eyes. Those cocky-knowing-amused vibrant eyes. I coughed and stuck my hands in my jean pockets. That's right jeans. There much more comfortable than designer slacks. T-shirts don't hurt either. Though I love the italian leather biker jackets. I am soo keeping those.
"Wait, that's Draco. He looks nothing like that ferret." I arched a brow as the silence was suddenly broken by many voices. Fred and George, the're too much like the defy duo to call them weasels found the whole thing hilarious. Harry couldn't stop staring and he really needed too if he didn't want me to jump him. Hermione got that calculating look in her eyes and the rest ranged from outraged to suspicious. Of course Weaslette was the only one to show absolute hate and blatant distrust. I sat down again and let them finish. Well, atleast I was right about the reactions. There was just a mild delay. By the time they ran out of breath, I was more than ready to take a nap. The things I'd do to protect my family. Merlin but am I gonna cash in when I save them.
"Don't you have anything to say. Merlin you'd think you would care enough to hurry things along. There could be children in danger. Don't you care."
"Don't bother Gin. Malfoy only cares about himself. There's no way the prophecy could be refering to him. He would just as likely let the kids die than save them. We might as well already mark them as dead."
Fury isn't even in the same category as what those words inspired. True to my house I struck, red hazing my every punch. I wasn't aware of the screaming and I blocked any and all attempts to fight back. I didn't notice the tears that overflowed and fell. I was barely holding on to my cool before. Too many emotions were trying to battle its way to the top and he was unlucky enough to hit on the most worrisome. What if they were already dead and I didn't know because the web was sealed. The necklace was still glowing but the Web was what made it pulse. Each color for each brother and siste, beating in time with thier hearts. I didn't know if that stopped. If the connection was lost. If they were already dead, despite the logic that said otherwise. I was barely aware of Harry's arms wrapping around me, enveloping me in thier warmth. I kept repeating 'thier not dead. Thier not dead'. I didn't hear. I clung to the familiar scent. The heady smell of spring and lime. I loved fudge but lime always had a smell just made to calm me down. Slowly I stopped shaking, I locked all the emotions back in thier cage.
Outside the storm that mysteriously came and picked up slowly receded. Until the sun once again shone. Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was made. Even Ginerva had enough sense to take Ron and make a quiet escape to tend his injuries. She didn't comment like she so wanted to. Even she knew when to fear.
"Are you alright?" At this point I couldn't even deny it. Harry will either be the death of me or he'll save me, I swear.
"I'm fine. Just a momentary lasp in control." I took a deep breath, merlin I've been doing that a lot lately, and sat back on the couch; dragging Harry with me. Whether he wanted it or not. No one told him to let me smell him. There's no way I'm letting him go now. He's practically made for me, he has the scent to prove it. It made no difference that technically he wasn't really mine to begin with. Oh well, he'll just have to deal.
To prove a point, if only to myself, I relocated to his lap taking a big wiff on on the way.
After glaring sufficiently enough at those who would dare say something (this doesn't include Harry. For reasons unknown he was the only one that seemed highly amused...scratch that Granger and the twins look pretty close to laughing as well. They got there own special brand of glare.) I decided to come clean. Harry got me off Ron before the git could fall unconscious so unfortunately I had no reason to delay.
"Dragon refers to my name. Mothers children is most likely those of us Maha adopted. I can't tell you about the other evil because I don't even know the whole of that story. First to gain first to save; thats Suri, well Severus. He was the first Hogwarts adopted. His power became shape shifting the lucky sod. Did you know his tattoo became a sun and moon. Supposedly it means all encompassing. Last child is me, I'm the only one of us that wasn't at hogwarts, therefore I'm the only one that's not captured...the box that never leave me alone. Well, that's kind of hard to explain. You don't really need that information anyway. As for the powers, I refuse to say anything without my brothers and sisters. Any questions? " I braced myself. Hermione was here, of course there will be questions. Soon enough...
"Who's Maha? Are all the members of Defyers the children we're looking for? What's professor Snape role in all this? Does Dumbledore know? What do you know about the other evil? It doesn't have to be everything. Can't you try to explain about the box? What powers are we talking about here? Is it something that can't be done with magic. What do you mean Dragon refers to your name? Why glamor yourself and change your name just to be in a band? Exactly what did I do to help you? What happened with your family? Won't they be mad you got adopted to another person, another family? Are you or are you not really a death eater, training or otherwise? Why does your necklace glow? What does Luna have to do with any of this?" She finally, Finally paused for breath. Thankfully she didn't add anymore questions, atleast for now so I got busy answering.
Ahh in a way she was so like Theo, yet you can tell she was made for Trace. They were both highly smart, but Trace always finds ways to have fun. It could counteract her set ways and allow her some actual fun. It couldn't be healthy to always be stuck in a book. Even Theo has fun, he even goes with me to clubs whenever possible. ...I might have to set them up when I see him next.
"Maha is what we call our mother. It's short for mother hogwarts. Yes the Defyers are the children refered to in the prophecy. Snape was the first to be adopted. All adopted children have the ability to communicate with hogwarts. He told her about our... situation and from there she asked if we'd like to be her children instead. We said yes. Dumbell doesn't know anything about hogwarts, second evil, or our role in both. Powers are included in that. No, I don't have enough information to tell you about the second evil. Only that it has something to do ith when Maha was born. It's not that I can't explain the box. It's simply to personal and I don't want to explain. All you need to know is that it has no importance. Not to you anyway. What part of 'I refuse to talk about the powers without my brothers and sisters' didn't you understand. Umm.. Hogwarts gave us each a new birth name when she adopted us. I'm Dragon, though most just stick to Draco. Just because They gave me the name doesn't mean I shouldn't like it. Lyra is me. We created the glamors to be free. To be us without concequences. The band is just a way to safely relieve all the hidden emotion. Being a spy isn't easy you know. Which reminds me, the person you all know is what we call the expected mask. Its what everyone expects us to be, to act so we do. It serves its own purpose. I'll leave it to the others to tell you thiers if they want to or not, our glamors and what you all know us by is one thing; but our birth names are only given to those we trust. And yes I trust you and the twins...along with duhh, Harry. The rest are really just there. You refused to help the Weasel find me, remember. He kept bugging you to assist in contacting me. My family is only that in name. They're cruel and probably wouldn't care so long as I do what they bothered with me for. Though I suppose since I don't plan on that and have actually already deviated from that path, they will want revenge. Or get me back. I'll have to get back to you on that. No, I'm pretty sure I'm not a death eater considering I spy for the old coot. Errr...my necklace is what allows me to know if the others are alive. That's all I'm willing to say about it. And finally, Luna. Well she's kinda new. I didn't know about her till recently, really recently. We were told only that she's a seer in danger of becoming insane. Maha... um...bonded, is really the only word that can fit what she did. She bonded to help keep her grounded to this plane of existence. Anything else you'll have to ask her." I took much needed air. But Merlin could she ask questions. Officially exhausted, I collapsed against my emerald eyed cushy mattress. Hey, quiddich muscles or no, Harry is comfy.
"Do you mind?" I looked at the Weaslette. She had her narrowed eyes glued on my stomach, where I was unconsciously clutching Harrys hands. Hey, I wasn't the one to put them there. I just didn't fancy them going away. Not that Harry seemed to mind, the git was using my shoulder as a handy pillow. He was even sniffing me now and again. Can't say I blame him though, I am irresistible.
"No, not really. Do you?" Of course she minded. She was all but burning us with her eyes. Though it sure wasn't for lack of trying. Honestly, I didn't care. I asked mostly for manners sake.
She didn't get to retort because at that moment Molly, I decided to stop calling her the Weasley Matriarch. What was the point, she literally fed me and was more of a mom than the one who gave birth to me. I always thought hogwarts would be the only one to show that kindness. Anyway we're of track, Molly had come into the room, when did she even leave? Merlin, I must be tired, carrying something that smelled suspiciously like...
fudge, fudge, fudge. The're fudge near and it's not MINE. Gimme, gimme, gimme.
I jolted into a sitting position and bounced on Harrys lap, practically salivating at the intoxicating Fudge. But man I had to get some. Without a care for the admittedly big and most-likely-will-be-noticeable problem; I made to jump up and tackle the person with MY FUDGE! I didn't even get off the lap. But damn, Harry was one strong bugger. No matter how I squirmed or growled he held fast. Ohhh but he was gonna PAY if I don't get my FUDGE.
I'm pretty sure the only reason I wasn't whining was because she wasn't giving it to anyone else. That was probably only because I shocked the magic out of her and every other person in this house. Even Hermione looked gobsmacked. I didn't care, just give me my fudge.
She moved. The goddess with the plate of delicacies. She took one in hand and I stilled, glueing my eyes to her hand. She walked over to the Weaslette. I growled.
Don't do it. Don't do it!
She handed it to Ginerva. GINERVA, AND SHE GULPED IT. Oh my magic. She gulped it. I wimpered, slumping back on Harry. My eyes never leaving the fudge. She handed another to Ron. HE GULPED IT. Tears pooled in my eyes against my will and I wimpered louder. She stopped. I quieted. She walked the other way. I wimpered. Stop. Quiet. Go. Wimper.
"What the bloody hell!" I didn't care who talked. She walked over here and handed me a piece. I took the tray instead. A smile lightened my features and I purred. Snuggling back against Harry, I offered him a piece watching with narrowed eyes. He savored. No gulping. Good, I could never be with a plebeian that GULPED. FUDGE. Just the thought had me clutching the tray protectively in my arms. With cafeful slowness I took a piece and put it in my mouth. A moan escaping unrestrained I cuddled up tighter in Harrys lap, if that were possible. Oh well, like I cared. Fudge makes every sense for anything. Harry never once let me go. He derserved his piece of goddess.
The goddess was smart. She didn't try to take the tray back. Can't really say the same for her children. One of the gingers actually tried to reach in and GRAB one. The nerve. Have they no shame. There really was only one way to react to such an indiscretion. I bit her. HARD. The marks should serve its purpose and remind her of the manners the fudge making goddess surely taught her. Honestly, you'd think they'd have at least some shred of common sense. I growled at the others just to make the point clear. Ask for such deliciousness, do not attempt to GRAB one. And in no circumstances are you to ever GULP fudge. Merlin, no sense, these people.
""Again, what the bloddy hell?" Can't Ron ask any other question. Honestly, I prefer eating these goodies in comfortable silence. Or at least intellectual conversation. Feeding another delicacy to Harry, I tuned them out.
"Draco, honey may I have some fudge?" When a goddess the likes of Molly asks a question, one must show respect and answer.
"Some?" Some indicates more than one.
For a minute she just looked at me. I gave my best kicked puppy eyes. With a sigh she pat my head.
"No sweetie. I won't take your fudge. Why don't you let Harry take you to your room. You can stay here till school starts. Charlies going back to Romania tonight so we have a spare bedroom."
I narrowed my eyes and looked behind me. Spare bedroom. Alone. Without Harry. I shared FUDGE with Harry, he can't leave me now. Not until I make certain he has no intention of leaving me in any near or distant future. I decided not to hide my feeling anymore. Harry has to know how I feel. He has to know that he's mine. I. Shared. FUDGE. With. Him.
"Harry will stay with me. In the spare bedroom. Can't he?"
She chewed the inside of her cheek and I upped the please-i'm-an-innocent-puppy-eyes look. I kept upping it till she rolled her eyes heavenward and I knew I won. "Fine, yes child Harry can share the room with you. Today must have been exhausting. Why don't you go ahead and get some sleep. We'll discuss what we're going to do tomorrow. "
I nodded, happy with the arrangements. Ignoring the spluttering and indignant cries, I turned to the aforementioned person and imperiously held out the tray of fudge. His geen eyes quirked and he just stared. It's official eyes like that should be outlawed. Assesing him, I concluded he was too strong. He might crush the delicate fluffedness of fudgety greatness. There really was only one solution.
"You may now carry me and the goddess-made delicacies to the room. We have to make sure there's sufficient protection. We don't want the fudge getting kidnapped late at night." My eyes narrowed fiercely at the very thought. It was a good thing too, he wouldn't have taken the amused smile Harry sported then very well. Nevertheless Harry wasted no time carrying the fudge obsessed Dragon to his sleeping courters. Maybe, if things keep going down this road he'll even get a kiss goodnight.