DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.

WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence.

This has not been Beta'd.

PAIRINGS: Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho

'text' is thought

"text" talking

Hidden Element

Chapter 12: Lets Heat It Up

Elementals:

Ice and Void – [Name]

Fire – [Name]

Earth – Blaise Zabini

Nature – Cho Chang

Light – [Name]

The Forgotten:

[Element] – Saito Blackstar (OC)

[Element] – Carsly Hendricks (OC)

[Element] – [Name]

[Element] - [Name]

Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)

Ginny sat down with a weary sigh, she had had a long day, and wanted more than anything to take a bubble bath and have a glass of red wine. After work with a difficult client (who couldn't choose between lime green and candy pink), she had made a wild dash to Hogwarts so she could be back home before lunch.

The youngest Weasley had gone to Hogwarts medical room to speak to Madame Pomphrey. The sheets were just as clean, the scent just like linen and of course, just as white.

It was quite nostalgic, not having had enough time to visit it the last time she and Hermione had made an appearance. She had spent many days in this particular room of Hogwarts, none of which held her as the patient.

Harry. That had been the reason. Back when she thought they would spend their lives together she had sat there morning, noon and night, classes permit, to look after a permanently injured Harry. Although those days were over and both had moved on, they had proved to be some of the best days of her life. Sitting in a light brown oak chair next to his crisp white bed playing exploding snap.

Of course, she'd missed lunch, and now wouldn't have time to eat before dinner due to Hermione's scheduled meeting. The day had already dimmed to a light setting yellow, clouds growing thick with awaiting rain as she stepped into the room behind the fireplace. A large ruby blanket had been spread across the floor, books littering one edge of the blanket, a plate of sandwiches on the other side. The group were all spread tiredly across the blankets surface, already in deep discussion when she finally sat down next to the round table of 'the den'.

"Ginny!" Hermoine shouted gleefully. "How was work?"

"Don't get me started," she sighed, resting her elbows on the blanket as she came to rest on her stomach.

"I went to Hogwarts, as was asked, to visit Madame Pomphrey. She didn't complain much when I asked for the records, but I think your fire call about the case helped."

"What records?" Luna asked curiously, playing with the frills of her eccentric purple feathered skirt. As she still lived at home, she could never stay over much to avoid suspicion. This meant that she did miss the small talk in between meetings.

"Neville remembered that Cho said Fire burnt herself on a regular basis. If Dumbledore knew this, then Pomphrey would have been given something to help her heal, as she only has a few scars and no actual burn marks. I went to Hogwarts today to see if I could get the records of all the years' medical histories." She produced a thick wad of paper from the bag that had been strapped across her left shoulder. They were all detailed injury charts from their particular year, starting from first year all the way to seventh.

Luna took her first years and sat up against a book case at the edge of a curled up piece of blanket. Neville took the second years, merely resuming his crossed leg position completed with concentrated look. Ron took the third years, lying down on his back with the multiple sheets in the air for him to read. Ginny took fourth years, sitting beside the tray of sandwiches and taking a bite with every second statistic she read. Harry took the fifth years, lying on his side, papers on the blanket. Hermione, however, received the last two years, and made herself comfortable against the leg of a chair.

During this time, Cho sat staring intently at Blaise, who seemed to be doing everything in his power to avoid her gaze. Blaise knew exactly who Fire was, and he was more likely to prevent them from finding her than to help. Cho was worried, and he knew that she was worried; he could see it in the way her head was cocked to the side. He hadn't been expecting a trail like this. He would have thought that doctor-patient confidentiality would kick in.

There was a lingering sense of resentment at the fact that 'of course Perfect Potter and his gang would be excluded to this fact, even when giving up a patients name especially having been treated by Dumbledore himself. They could get away with murder!'

Dumbledore had been like a father to them all, but he lacked the discipline that one such figure needed. Having been raised in a strict house, Blaise knew when to restrict himself and when things were personal to others as well as to himself. Something Potter seemed to know nothing of, even now.

Maybe it was that famous trust issue Cho had always talked about, but he could never imagine going up to a doctor who had cared for a patient for up to three years and having the audacity to casually ask for their personal information. He knew it was war, but this wasn't exactly what he'd expected from Dumbledore's finest.

What had happened, was that Ginny had used her reputation within Hogwarts and as a friend of Harry's, to extract confidential information. What was worse was that it had been, apparently, freely given.

All Cho could do was lay a hand on his as they waited for the paper trail to unfold.

"There's nothing abnormal for the first years, apart from your average starter pack curses," Luna hummed.

"Not much here either." Ron pursed his lips in thought. "They all got their powers at different stages of their lives, but all had it coming into their final year of Hogwarts. We might have to acknowledge the fact that maybe she didn't get her powers till a lot later."

"Slytherins," Harry suddenly snapped, making the group stare at him with somewhat vague expressions. "The number of burn victims in Slytherin are a lot higher than any of the other houses with the odd exploding cauldron." Hermione sat up straight at that point.

"In these years too." Her eyes suddenly lighting up like a Christmas tree as she took a glance at Blaise's sour face. "When Cho said that Fire was not really a friend, Blaise elbowed her. That reaction only means one thing coming from Blaise. It means he's loyal to her, and a friend. I'm sorry to say that not many other house students, apart from us of course, would have come near a Slytherin." Blaise gave a snort, accompanied with a slight smirk. To be honest, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"It only supports the theory that Fire is indeed, a Slytherin. That, and the fact that she must have had incidents in the dorm rooms that led to other Slytherins sporting burns as well."

"Hush," Cho whispered to Blaise, entwining their fingers more tightly as she sided closer to his firm body. At Hermione's insistence, Harry gave her his batch of papers. Ron only rolled his eyes. Hermione was 'in the zone'.

"There were three people in particular from Slytherin who were submitted throughout their stay in Hogwarts for burn marks. Blaise was one of them, but he can't really be Fire since he's already Earth. The other two were Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy. As Draco is not a she, I believe that Fire has to be Pansy. Am I right?"

Cho smiled softly at the cunning they had gone through to find Pansy. She had thought they would get more time to go through the contact cycle to warn the other two, but she had not expected the answer to be so easily provided. The thought came with a hint of a frown, but it was clear whom Madame Pomphrey favoured. It wasn't only a Slytherin considered fact that Harry and the gang got away with everything, but with so many more important things to think of and do in life, she had never dwelt on the fact, and neither had anyone else, apart from the Slytherins.

"You guessed right of course, but you are sure that Madame Pomphrey didn't get suspicious in any way?"

Ginny answered immediately, almost in defence. "Yes. Cho, she believes it was for Hermione's case, but that she was too busy to get the results. It's happened before. What I want to know, however, is if we're allowed to know where Pansy can be found." Cho sighed wearily, knowing that her troubles had only just begun.

"Phoenix, Arizona. Believe it or not, she's an engineer of various degrees. It has the hottest climate in the US, being in a desert. It's average temperature being 37.8°C suites Pansy just fine. When she makes things hotter or accidentally burns something, it doesn't get questioned." Blaise smiled sadly at finally hearing where one of his long lost friends had been hiding.

Since the final battle, Blaise had left all trace of communication with friends and remaining family behind. There was no good in hiding when anyone else knew.

"I feel sorry for her. Her powers cause serious damage sometimes."

Cho eyed her husband in disbelief. "Just the other day you caused an earthquake by accident! It's in our nature to release our power in some form, which is why Dumbledore told us to think carefully about where we relocated ourselves. She knows what she's doing. Much like why you picked Easter islands to cover your shakes as earth coming loose and collapsing with the constant digging and removal of artefacts."

"The question is, do you want to go see her now, or tomorrow morning?" Blaise perked up, wanting to see her just as much, yet for a different reason.

"I vote we go now," Luna spoke up, drawing confused looks her way. "We have little time, we have no way of knowing what they're up to or whether or not we're working against a clock. It's better safe than sorry, besides, I'm not missing out on the action again when I have to go home tomorrow." She smiled innocently.

What they found was nothing like they had expected. The local town was in ruins, burnt to a crisp and dosed in heavy water that leaked from the roof and filled closed stores like an aquarium. Around them, shouts were heard, civilians shrieking at the unknown, running for cars or trying to find relatives. Puddles littered the streets and trees and grass alike were black with soot.

Immediately, Cho made a run for it, only guessing whom it was that they were after. Cloaked figures ran amuck, wands in hand. Wizards. It hit them hard, but now that they thought about it, where else would the remaining Death Eaters have gone? There were five apprentices of Voldemort's they could follow, each stronger than your average wizard.

"This is her house..." she pointed to a mere pile of rubble, as was the entire row of houses. The ministry was going to have a field day trying to fix the mess the Death Eaters had created. "Lets split into groups." Harry nodded at the idea.

"Hermione, you're with Ron. Neville with Ginny, I'll go with Cho and Blaise, you can go with Luna." He got a glare from Blaise at being separated from his wife, but then again, he didn't want two elementals together, just in case they had been the intended targets. Turning the corner, a block away, Ron and Hermione had the fortunate luck of finding, whom they presumed, was Pansy. Unfortunately, she was not alone.

In this case, Pansy herself was on fire, balls of flame coming out from the palm of her hand. Opposite her was an elegant girl whom seemed to bounce around flawlessly, evading her every move. It reminded Hermione a lot of the smooth and intricate way a wave moved across the water. The problem Pansy seemed to have?

The female before her had elevated herself into the air by the steady stream of water that drifted upwards from the ground continuously to form a small platform. One could not make fire solid, nor stand on it without causing irreparable damage. She seemed to be keeping the town in mind and had thus no way of getting into the air. Solve the problem by throwing things instead, that's what she'd told herself.

"Flipendo!" With a flick of the wrist, Hermione's carefully, yet hurried jinx knocked the female backwards off her pedestal. It took Pansy off guard enough to shock herself out of her flame suite.

Her short cut hair was littered with streaks of red, yellow and orange, her skin tan. In Ron's perspective, she had also lost a lot of weight. What shocked them the most, however, was the colour of her eyes. It was a deathly shade of red, much like the ones she'd imagined Voldemort having. Her features had gotten sharper and the warmth could be felt even at the distance they stood apart from each other.

"Pansy?"

"Granger? That you?" Pansy said hoarsely. Her throat had begun to burn, the fever setting in. She had used her powers too much to go without the consequences.

Before much else could be said, however, a rush of water shot out from the hole in the wall the opponent had made, crashing into Ron at full force. Hermione winced at the slight crack she heard as it connected, pausing only for a second before he shot backwards with the force.

She could see the female clearly as she finally escaped the wall she had landed against. Her jet black curls were streaked with a navy blue one could only see by its slight shimmer. She gently ran her fingers through silky locks, trying to get rid of the dirt that had fallen on top of her at landing.

"I'm not sure I've met you before. Do you have a name? Are you an elemental or a witch? That wasn't very nice by the way. You don't even know me, yet you attack me without thought! What kind of careless human are you?" She strung together. Hermione shock her head in confusion. The slight pout to the lip and the bubbly voice of her enemy didn't make sense. This female had been trained by Voldemort?

"Granger, get out of here!" Pansy shouted, which of course, Hermione ignored. It wasn't that she thought she could do better, rather that she had a sense of pride that rivaled Ron's she never cared to discuss.

"No! Let me help you!" Tapping a finger thoughtfully on her cheek, the water elemental seemed to be considering something.

"Didn't you just see what happened to Weasley? What do you think happens when pressurised water collides with a soft human body? You're the brainy one, help me work it out?" Pansy snarled sarcastically.

"No." The voice, however, was not Hermione's. The elemental seemed to have made up her mind, and had swapped her previous puppy dog eyes for a more serious look. Bright blue eyes flashing menacingly. "I don't think so."

Puddles seemed to flow together, colliding and recreating. Four times taller than the buildings around them, tail curling around a whole avenue of houses, a light blue dragon roared at the night sky. Its menacing silver eyes burned as they glared down at them all, hungry for blood and thirsty for the water a human body could provide.

Black surrounded Hermione, sparks shooting behind her eyes. Her heart shrieked with a sudden fast rhythm. Pressure, the heavy weight of pressure crushing her very core. Through her blurry vision she could just about make out Pansy's roaring form running towards her, arm outstretched, hand clutching something tightly.

It seemed like forever before she skidded to a halt, whole body stretching over Hermione's comfortingly. Blood slowly trickling down Hermione's open mouth. It hurt so much! What had happened? She couldn't think straight!

"You'll be safe, he'll make sure of it. I promise you," she whispered passionately before opening a shaking hand and curling it around a pendent of a dragon that had formally hung around her neck.

"He has to, he..." Hermione's arms went limp against her as her body vanished with a rush of sound, the giant claw that once resided in the brunettes body crashed into the ground, creating a crater of sorts as it pulled out of the earth.

Pansy stood up shakily, her hands catching fire, slowly spreading across her body with a silent howl, finally covering her white shirt, now covered in the same ruby colour as her eyes.

"Are you finally ready?" She teased Pansy softly.

Pansy growled loudly, making sure to stand close to Ron as he lay unconscious against the hood of a beeping car.

"How dare you! You will suffer for this!"

"Suffer?" The female laughed hauntingly. "I'm having fun! I can't wait to share my adventures when I get home! Crushing your friend to pieces was the cherry on top! Come on, surely you're having fun too?" she pouted once more. 'Why did everyone have to be so serious?'

As the ball of fire before Pansy grew ever larger, it grew wings and formed a tail, changing into a large phoenix, the dragon opened its jaws wide, and attacked.

XxHushHushxX: Harry is special, of course he is. He has to be. Where would be all the fun if he weren't the Boy-Who-Lived? He isn't an elemental though, but he can do something regarding the elementals. It's hard to explain without giving it away, sorry. Just know that its cool. On his own, however, he cant accomplish much.

As to why Blaise hates Harry so much, Blaise (according to me) has trust issues. He is incredibly loyal, and never wavers in it. He sticks to you like glue, no matter what. He's been betrayed by family, classmen and random Death Eaters and members of the light alike, so you have to work hard to earn his trust. There are only a select few whom he would follow to the death. Draco being one of those people. He thinks that Harry fooled him into trusting him, just so he could get around his barriers and hurt both him and Draco. This will also be discussed later on in the story in full detail though. All in all, he wants nothing to do with him anymore.