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 Hermione, Blaise x Cho
'text' is thought
"text" talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 16: A Beginning To An End
Elementals:
Ice and Void – [Name]
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – [Name]
The Forgotten:
[Element] – Saito Blackstar (OC)
[Element] – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
[Element] – [Name]
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
*Memory start*
The modest room was silvery and moonlit. A sweet fragrance reminiscent of incense clung to the sweet air, stirred by the unexpected gust from the open windows. The floor a plush white carpet, playing a pantomime of shadows in the soft light. The walls were papered in a warm brown evocative of cocoa, broken up by thin, lavender curtains on the windows and rustic lamps dimmed to a romantic tone lay dotted across its surface.
He only remembered the window as he had come early to see the stars dance in the summer night sky. He only remembered the floor because the sliver of moonlight and the inky shadows had reminded him so much of his relationship. Ying and Yang, dark and light.
The layout of the furniture, or anything else scattered about the room was a dim memory.
The feelings, however, would stay with him for eternity. The nervousness he had felt before that door had finally opened. He was going to tell his love something he was never supposed to say. The constant separation, the lying, not being able to control himself when he truly needed to. His love deserved far better than that, 'stuff what anybody else thought'.
When that espresso trimmed door opened almost silently, the nervousness increased, with a dash of insecurity and a splash of anger.
When Harry finally stepped into the room, he had never expected the expression he wore to be one of slight disgust. Unfortunately, his face wore just that. He shuffled inside silently, almost as if the action caused him instant regret. He remembered the wall, as he had refused to speak first with Harry in this mood and had fixated his eyes to the wall, trying to determine exactly what shade of brown it was.
"I need you to listen, Draco, will you promise not to talk no matter what, until I'm finished?" Draco raised a deft eyebrow, not knowing whether to be confused or excited. He nodded all the same.
"When we decided to make this," he pointed to himself, then to Draco, "official, I thought the trust that came hand in hand with it would be mutual. I'm normally quite a patient person, but this is getting ridiculous. I needed to know I could trust you and be trusted in return, I needed to know you would love me unconditionally, I needed to know if you were telling the truth.
"Now all I want to know is when you'll stop pretending, when you'll stop disappointing me, when you'll stop lying and when you'll finally be finished with me." Draco made to open his mouth, quickly closing it upon the ruthless glare he got at almost breaking his promise not to speak.
"I know Draco, I know about it all, and I am truly disgusted by the fact that I let myself believe you could be different. You will always be a Malfoy. Good at pretending and manipulating to your hearts content. For months now, I've been weighing my options, and that's the only reason why I'm not yelling at you, or punching you for that matter. I'm going to better myself from now on, hell knows I've needed to do something like it for years. And I've come up with this conclusion.
"I can't handle that anymore. Do you understand Draco? I don't want that anymore. So that means, essentially, that need to end this." Harry bit his lip in slight worry as Draco took a step backwards from his outstretched hand.
He had wanted to touch his check, to feel that softness one last time before he left. If he hadn't known Draco so well, he would have thought the slight glimmer of glitter was the trail of a tear.
Draco remembered his feelings alright. Despair. Complete and utter despair. When he had made a bid to tell Harry what he had hid from him that night, he had not expected to come away loosing everything. It was only natural of course, for he was dark and Harry was light. There could be no grey area for them to meet. There could be no higher moral ground where good and evil did not matter.
He was confused. He was heartbroken.
He felt very nauseous.
He remembered the carpet, as he had spent the night howling at the moon, curled up in a ball as the room went from happily warm, to chilled and wild.
*Memory end*
When the war had almost reached its climax, they had fled into the night. Dumbledore's orders. He had known exactly where to go. The muggle world did not know him. They didn't hate him for his previous association with Harry Potter, nor did they hate him for being a Death Eater's son. All of these wizarding terms meant nothing, and he was glad to start a new slate.
But even to this day, he was beyond angry at himself for having lost everything he may have admittedly held dear once in his life: family, wealth, friends and even a lover. He couldn't fault Harry in the slightest though. Not after the way he'd acted. 'He was a Malfoy. No explanation needed.'That's what he'd thought...
He could have explained sooner. He had wanted to write the explanation down for Harry as he'd made a vow to never say it. Too late. He could have had better control of himself, yet he had not wanted any harm to come to anyone, least of all Harry. Too late. He deserved it all, yet he warranted none of it at the same time. No questions were asked, only presumptions made. For that, Draco thought Harry to be a hypocrite.
A bench in a neat park in Canada. That's where he found himself. A family park, blankets spread out welcomingly with loving mothers removing food from picnic baskets. Children playing Frisbee, the sound of laughter and barking permeating the air. It was a peaceful place, radiant in its happiness.
A sudden jolt of pain sent him flinging from his seat and into strong arms. That's when he'd met him, Saito, with a spark of electricity.
It had never occurred to him that attraction could be instant. After all, it had taken him years to realise he had liked Harry in that way. Saito claimed it be destiny that he had laid eyes on him, yet he knew, had Saito not sparked him out of that seat, he would have sat there, watching the sky far longer than was reasonable.
He had been walked home that day, confused, yet mildly pleased that for a few hours, he had forgotten all about The-boy-who-lived.
Their first date had been at a bookstore. Their second at the same park they had met.
When their fifth date came rushing by and he had found himself staring at the starry dome of a planetarium, the unimaginable happened. He had started to fall in love. Three years after his life went downhill, he got picked up and carried like a bride across the threshold of a new relationship.
It had been hard at first. The same symptoms that had made Harry leave were still there. The difference? He had made no presumptions, even if he never asked why they happened. In his round about way, Saito had understood what Harry never could, because unknowingly, Saito had been in the same situation. Although he had wanted to comment, he didn't, because there was no doubt in his mind that Draco would then bring up Saito's own strange behaviour.
Too scared to mention unless they were asked in turn, they merely crossed their fingers and hoped that for once in their lives, fate got something right this time round.
Four months into the relationship, kissing had led to much more passionate things. It had been wonderful. Saito had been gentle when he prepared Draco for their first time, whispering sweet nothing's into his ear as he placed kisses across his body. He had even take the blond into his mouth in order to make him cum - a way to make him relax. As their bodies pressed close and Saito breached his delicate body, Draco thought that perhaps he was allowed to be happy, even if he was a Malfoy.
But as luck would have it, and when technology went haywire around him and Saito froze the kitchen, they finally realised just whom they had stumbled across: another elemental. The reason he had stayed? Because he remembered the crushing pain of not being trusted, or having the right to explain.
They had talked, and talked, and after a month of pure discussion, had revealed all their secrets and phobias to the other. If there had ever been a better time to strike, that would have been the cue. Neither did.
It felt refreshing to have someone know. It felt amazing to yell out loud that what he said and did, was not him, not really. And because of this, they had found their own cure to Draco's symptoms.
Harry Potter and the problems of the past, symptoms included, had been dulled to background noise.
Draco sighed as he entered the house. He had never been more bored sitting in that same park. He had been told to make himself scarce for the time being, assuming that Saito was playing leader again and ordering people around. Even after he'd received the 'it's clear' sms, he'd stayed a while longer. Although bored, he had come to think of this place as a safe haven. It had been a moment of peace, and the place he had found renewed inspirations and love. He owed the park sitting there staring at its splendour at least twice a week.
Closing the door, he noticed two things. It was awfully quiet, meaning Asher had been put to bed and the room was far cooler than average.
Saito was there instantly, holding his waist firmly. His chin rested on Draco's head protectively. A sign of being uneasy. It was a bad habit of his. When he felt a bout of uneasiness or a lack of confidence, he hid his face from view by placing it on top of Draco's. Although he felt insecure, he still wanted Draco within his embrace no matter what, his taller form served to help in this situation.
"Please, don't leave me," he whispered softly, inhaling a dose of jasmine and lotus flower, an exotic scent that was Draco's own.
"Hey... hey!" Draco said softly as he tilted his head back so that Saito could look him in the eyes. "You know I won't. What brought this on?"
"They finally came... please..." Draco cupped Saito's cheek, brushing away the tears he saw there. "Don't go back to him."
"Saito..." Draco whispered. "Now why would I go and do a silly thing like that?" He stood up on his toes and slowly leaned in for a kiss.
As their lips brushed against each other, Draco could feel the electricity prickling his skin and shuddered. Saito smiled as they came up for breath, and slid his hands down to rest just above the small of the blond's back. Draco moaned at the soft touch, deepening the kiss and pressing himself as close as he could to that clothed chest.
Hands tugged static hair and lips wondered from supple lips down a pale neck. It was a sudden fumble of electric shock and ice cool touches that drove both of them crazy. Manicured nails hurriedly attempted to divest the other of his top, the other undoing the silver buckle attached to a black belt. It clanged against the wooden floor as it was whipped from its straps, button coming undone, and a second shirt meeting its larger counterpart on the floor.
Pale hands traveled down a chiseled chest, trailing down the centre and past the belly button. Quickly undoing buttons with expert ease, he slid a hand down to cup the warmth that seemed to blossom underneath his underwear. Saito couldn't help but moan as a cool hand moved, slowly palming him before moving down white boxers with a sly smile.
The cool touch didn't effect him as much anymore, in fact having gotten used to it to some degree having lived with the blond for a while now. Manicured nails scraped lightly as they found their way to the heat they had sought, stroking softly, making Saito grip his body tighter as another moan escaped him. Saito's hands trailed down from a thin waist to cup his soft behind, pulling him closer and kneading in the rhythm to which Draco stroked.
Draco's own mewl of arousal sent a slight shiver through Saito's body and he caught Draco's hands, pulling them out his boxers and bringing his body forwards to press against him as if his life depended on it. Lips were instantly sliding against each other once more, furiously exploring and seeking heat. Tongues met and duelled as Saito once again sought those pale globes.
Without any warning, Saito lifted Draco up, Long legs instantly around his waist, lips still moving as Saito gripped him tightly, making sure the other wouldn't fall. Draco was still his, and would remain so if he had any say in it, and that's all he needed.
Draco laughed as he was carried towards the kitchen and placed upon one of the counters, quickly turning into a moan.
AcadianProud: Hehe, the cats been let out of the bag in this chapter. Hope I didn't disappoint. You were right though!
XxHushHushxX: The way things ended between Harry and Draco is slightly in this chapter, but will be discussed in more detail later on. Draco's about to become a lot more involved in the plot now. xoxo