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" is talking
/text/ is talking on the other side of the phone
Hidden Element
Chapter 17: Tonight
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – [Name]
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
[Element] – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
[Element] – [Name]
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
'Mione,
You look just as beautiful as before. Life has obviously treated you well.
Where have I been? What did I do? I could ask you the same thing, and I will, in time. Yes, there's an insinuation there that sooner or later, we will meet again.
None of these questions, however, can be answered. But know that I am safe, and I am happy, in whatever order that may be. I hope the same stands for you.
I have missed you, of course I did, never doubt that. Merely know that my disappearance has nothing to do with you, Ginnerva, or that boyfriend of yours. Your knowledge would have come in handy in a time like this, I need a guide in my life.
My home is comfy, my head is clear and my job is delightful, I am quite happy to have things stay the way they are.
I am not angry, nor have I grown sad. Rather: content with life and gleefully blissful? Question mark for confusion since I never thought it possible.
It was nice to see you, even though we couldn't speak, nor was it under the best of circumstances. I hope, that one day, we can do so again..
Draco
P.S. Pansy knows all.
Pansy had lied, and for some reason and it had made him irritably angry.
He knew that it was a likely chance that both Pansy and Blaise had known, but he had thought their disposition to the light meant they had somewhat forgiven his prejudgement of the blond. It seems they had not, which means their presence here had nothing to do with the fact that they wanted to be friends. It had been a duty-based decision.
It was not that Harry thought they ought to be his friends, but that he had genuinely liked the friends Draco had made. Although his relationship with his friends were of the utmost trust and love, Draco had grown up together with his. Whereas Harry learned new little things every week, Draco already knew everything there was to know.
It had been amazing to watch people who were so in tune with each other, it seemed they were almost telepathic. It was easy to see how people had mistaken two of the group to be going out. All possible pairings had been round the rumour mill, none of which were true.
Even knowing that fact, this bond of there's had been a great cause of jealousy for him.
He had always hoped that someday, his bond with Draco would surpass that, but somehow it had diminished to nothing. It irked him that there were two people in this world that knew Draco in a way he probably never would.
Whether he had been wrong or not about the way Draco had acted was yet to be determined. He had reason to believe his conclusion, yet he had not really left space enough for the young man to explain. He wanted to find the blond badly, to appease his mind if he was right, and to... he didn't know exactly what if he had been wrong. All he knew was that he had loved Draco Malfoy, and still did.
Yet his search was thwarted every time someone caught him trying to sneak out. It seemed they had a sense for when he tried to leave the house unaccompanied. He was then reminded that they had more important things to do than find an old flame.
Of course, their current mission only served to show that Pansy was hiding more than she let on. The problem with Pansy? One never knew the right questions to ask. Unlike Blaise whom was remaining neutral yet temperamental and Cho who remained dear to the ones she'd known before learning about her husband, Pansy made no show of trying to renew a friendship with any of the Gryffindors.
She was keeping her distance.
At the present, Blaise stood before a bedroom door second to the right from the staircase. His arms remained folded in an intimidating manner across his chest as he protected the door from being entered.
Beyond the door was Pansy, presumably calling the next elemental. These calls were always done in privacy.
Harry had the constant feeling of having to beg to be part of the grand scheme of things.
The elementals knew many things, yet only answered questions in detail when they were direct. Even then, one had to think of the precise question, or they found a way around answering it fully.
Perhaps after her talk with Ice, some serious information would finally be uncovered.
Pansy lay on a pastel yellow bed cover, feet slightly kicking in the air as she rested her forehead on her forearm, phone in the other hand. She made sure to keep her voice lowered at all times as she conversed with the soft voice on the other side of the sleek silver phone.
"Did he tell you?"
"/Yes./"
"We didn't mean to come over so early on, they just got so impatient and..." She paused, unsure whether she should say everything she had found out about the new Order. In this situation, it might be best to give him as less as possible.
"/I know, don't worry. You're not to blame. It couldn't be helped./"
"Is it too soon?"
"/It'll never be the right time, if that's what you mean./" Pansy rolled onto her back awkwardly, staring sadly out the sunny painted window.
"They asked the question."
"/And you said?/"
"Not without you." She heard the sigh through the mobile and a bark as he moved around his room. He was at home with Asher.
"/Don't base your answers on me. This whole situation has nothing to do with it./"
"It does and we both know it. Without this so-called situation, you wouldn't be in this position!"
"/It has to do with a lack of trust, and we both know that too. You're trying to guilt trip me into saying your reasons are justified. It's not working. I know you too well./"
"My answer is still the same though."
"/Even after everything we've been through to get us here?/"
"There's no real reason to believe that they've changed."
"/You thought they had when I was dating him./" Pansy removed her gaze from the window, instead turning to face the door with a sullen expression. The conversation wasn't going the way she had hoped. He was too stubborn for his own good, but then again, so was she.
"They proved me wrong once, they could prove me wrong again. Besides, we both know that the reason I called has nothing to do with me."
"/I know. I'm just stalling./" She smiled softly, letting a chuckle flee from her lips.
"I know. Are you going to join?"
"/I... need time to think it through. I don't want to make a decision I'll live to regret./"
"Will you see them at least?" There was a long pause. She had half expected him to have hung up by the time he answered.
"/... maybe./"
"Not no?" Once again, not the response she had expected.
"/Although my minds not made up, I'm confident enough to meet them./"
"Are you sure? We can try and stall for longer."
"/There is no resentment left in my body, not anymore. A test run, that's what I need./"
"What do you propose?"
"/To view the Gryffindors in their natural habitat./" She couldn't help but snort at the idea. "/Three days, that's what I'll give them./"
"For what exactly?"
"/To convince me to stay./"
"That's an awfully long time without your dosage."
"/I know. Which is why I'll leave for a while the second morning. You'll need to cover for me then if I decide to come./" Pansy sat up in anxiousness, moving off of the bed in a slow pace.
"Are you sure? 100 per cent?"
The answer was so soft that she had almost missed it, but it had given her all the information needed.
He was scared as hell.
She made her way towards the oak door, opening it with a slight click to find Blaise still standing protectively before the door. He looked as if he hadn't moved an inch, which made her smile in meek adoration. They still needed to have their talk, but it would have to wait until all three of them were reunited.
"Your answer?" he grumbled, face impassive as he watched the staircase ardently.
"Still the same."
"And his?"
"Tonight."
The reflection of the moon was seen on the surface of the frosted hood, clear as crystal, pure as a blanket of snow. Rain had turned to glinting shards of hail as a cloaked figure stood on a lone country footpath. The weather did nothing to speed up the figures pace, instead, seeming to enjoy the brutal ice's escape from the heavens.
Clothed in a long white cloak, the figure's face was hidden from the bitter coldness, puffs of crispy condensation wafting through the air with each breath. Shards of light from sparkly scattered street lamps hit the ice like the many faces of a diamond.
The house he was facing was filled with enchanting music, the lights warmly cascading across the shadowed and forgotten garden. There was a melody of voices, laughing and shouting. A warm place. Happy. Fun.
It didn't interest him in the least.
He wished he could stay embraced by the chilly blanket of the night, that frost would cover his insecurities and blanket his uneasiness with the familiar icy coating he had come to know as safe.
It was with a sharp intake of breath that white eyes turned to a sharpened mixture of grey-blue. The constant puff of mist from now pink lips smoothed out into normal air.
Dark-grey clouds loomed over the moon ominously and the glinting frost was perished and brought to despair and darkness once again.
A pale hand, lifting up hesitantly, finally knocked on the door.
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GhostLawsOfDoom: In due time. This fic was always only going to finish one way. :p
AcadianProud: Some Draco drama chaps up first and then the rest of the cast will come to, well, light.