A/N: VERY IMPORTANT: Right, this is the last chapter i post unless i get some reviews because i don't see the point incontinuing to write a story i don't really like or think is very good and obviously doesn't have any fans when i could be writing stories i actually like. So review or the story gets discontinued.
So this is a chapter i wrote a while ago, it introduces the next couple and relates to Harry more than Draco. It's only short. Read on then. Un-beta'd
Chapter 9
Billy And Lysander
Lysander laughed. It was a low, husky sound that ran straight down the other man's spine. His laugh had always been a clear bell, resounding whenever amusement was to be found. Often, Lysander just laughed for the hell of it, just to make his 'companion' shiver.
They had known each other since they were children. The two tribes had been friendly at that time. The woodland tribe and the desert tribe had visited each other for trade and shared sacrifices usually many times a week. That was until, their head healers, both the leaders of the two tribes, had a child together. The two tribes separated when this child was born. The poor baby was carted between sand and trees while the two tribes argued over who would bring it up. In the end, the poor child, less than a year old, had been killed. It had been accidentally dropped into a lake after one of the raids. Now the tribes were back at war, both blaming each other for the death of their so called 'saviour.'
Six long years later, the tribes were still at war, but each tribe had one less person to take care of. In the midst of one of the arguments, two boys had been 'kidnapped' – by each other, although no one knew this.
Lysander, smiling to himself at their past, ran his fingers over his lover's hand. The sensation pleased him, he would never feel enough of that warm olive skin to sooth himself. He would never tire of brushing his fingertips over the expanses that were shown to him.
Billy was an enchanting creature. His face was…angular; his nose sharp, his lips solid – and yet managing to be oh so soft – and his cheekbones high and straight. Even his hair seemed to like straight lines. The black strands were jagged, jutting out of his scalp at odd angles and somehow managing to defy gravity and stay there.
But it was his eyes that mesmerised people. Not his flawless, sun kissed skin or his sparkling teeth. His eyes were deeper than Lysander had ever thought possible for any person. Such pain lingered there, locked inside, awaiting the day when it would be set free. The emerald of his iris' glittered in the hazed light of the setting sun, pierced through the dullest fog and sparked in the dark of night when passion overcame them.
Lysander brought his hand to his lover's cheek, caressing it gently enough so as not to fully awaken his lover. Billy lay next to him, covered in their skin blanket, half asleep and dozing off fast once the story had ended.
Lysander smiled again and lay down next to the other man, wrapping an arm around his waist and squeezing him possessively. A moan escaped Billy but he knew it was out of comfort and not passion, the man was already asleep.
The stars above them were still glistening, even though sun rise was drawing nearer by the second. He could faintly see the sky lightening on the horizon but he did not care. They had lived in the wilderness together for years now and never before had they bothered to follow Mother Natures laws of time, why should they start now?
A while later, saw the lovers happily asleep in each others arms, completely unaware of their unfortunate surroundings. The Autumn leaves that scattered the floor around them had been disturbed and they were surrounded by invisible wards of death.
When they awoke together, they had no idea they were even in any danger. Neither had the gift of magic and neither knew anything was wrong. So, when poor Billy seemingly fell into the ground, they were both surprised.
Seconds later, Lysander was seized from behind, strong arms wrapped themselves around him, preventing him from breathing, never mind escape or even movement. Billy was screaming as he was grabbed and hauled from the hole he now knew to be in the ground. The two of them were separated and Lysander did not see his dear Billy again. At least not for a long, long time.
Twilight had always been Lysander's favourite time of the twenty-four hours he called a day. He had never been simpleminded or clueless, he just simply liked beauty. Now-a-days, though, twilight was the most painful time. It brought back memories of his past that, although he wished never to forget, were painful all the same.
R&R
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