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, Neville x Ginny, Saito (OC) x Draco
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 27: Confusion
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – [Name]
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo (OC)
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
The room became awkwardly silent when they noticed the door slide open.
"It better not be me you're arguing about," Draco sighed as he saw the tossed pillows and feathers littering the floor. Pansy, whom seemed to be holding her breath at the time, breathed in sharply and collapsed onto the bed.
Much like Harry's room, there was a certain white feel to it, even though a few splodges of red were to be seen. Some pillows, roses in a white vase, a red rug at the foot of the bed. She had spruced her temporary abode up to some degree. There was no way she could live in something that felt like a guest room.
Pansy had always liked sparse rooms. It could be attributed to the fact that although she was wealthy, luxuries such as toys and books outside the library were burned as punishment.
Blaise was seated by the windowsill, a pillow being strangled in his hands. Draco sniggered at the thought they obviously had conjured more pillows just to vent some pent up anger. Cho merely smiled in relief as she saw him and made her way to the door.
"I do love them dearly, but I now leave them in your hands." He snorted in amusement as she made her way down the hall, leaving him with his two best friends. She had been close to strangling something other than a pillow with the amount of bickering those two had done. He closed the door and pointed his finger at Blaise in a motherly fashion.
"You! I hear you've been misbehaving!" Blaise groaned and sprawled himself as best he could in his window corner seat.
"But Draco~"
"No but Draco's! Blaise, you ass, what have you been doing?" Blaise sat up straight to make room as Draco sat down next to him.
"I just don't get it. I'm confused. Do we like these people or not? I'm so out of the loop!" he growled in frustration. Pansy laughed at his irritation, rolling over onto her side so she could see the both of them better.
"Am I an ass for causing trouble, or not causing enough trouble?"
She had missed this. There had never really been anyone she trusted more than the two boys before her. Blaise and Draco had known each other since birth. There had been a time when the Malfoy's and Zabini's had been friendly to one another, especially as it seemed their sons got along so well. That was before the Zabini's had made their neutral alliance known. Although both sides of the family had told them not to see each other, both had snuck out at night with the excuse of having visited 'friends'. It had been the one thing their parents had never been able to dictate and the one thing that bound them closer together.
She herself didn't enter the mix till she was nine. As the future Mrs Malfoy she had been invited to all the parties and events, even at such a young age. Draco had taken her under his wing, having seen something of himself within her. Although she had been in love with him at first, it had waned with understanding. There was something deeper about their connection than the affections of love. The three of them held a soul bond. They were meant to be together forever through thick and thin. Although she wasn't anti-social, in fact, she was quite a party animal, she had always liked it best when it was just the three of them.
"I'd like to know, please?" Pansy rolled her eyes. Draco's way of saying please was the equivalent of puppy eyes. Blaise always fell for it.
"Look, I remember them, OK. We weren't close, but I admit they were nice. I got used to having them around, and then boom, they're gone just like that. What does that tell you? They were Harry's friends. When he left they had no reason to stay in contact!"
"If I remember correctly, we put all our energy into our training, who's to say that we weren't the ones ignoring them? Who was the one that dragged me to the toilette's when he saw Ron rounding the corner on his way to Charms?"
"He's just being childish, Dray," Pansy stated. "He holds grudges, especially when they come down to me and you." Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise's antics.
"You know how they asked me for help? Knocked me unconscious and tied me to a chair!" Draco blinked in shock.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously," Pansy affirmed.
"That's not right.."
"They apologized though... after I threatened not to help."
"You better not have helped if that was the way they treated you, righteous boy-who-lived, yeah right." Pansy spat.
"They treated the others with respect," Blaise carried on, paying no mind to Pansy's rant. Draco grinned suddenly.
"Is that why you're angry, Blaise? That you were the only one they tied up?" Pansy couldn't help but laugh again, even though she held slight resentment for how they'd handled him at first.
"Not just that..." Blaise looked down as a hot blush moved up his neck to his cheeks.
"Anything else I should be made aware of?" Draco asked cautiously.
"The hissy fits." Pansy compiling the list, to which Blaise added.
"The temper tantrums."
"The mean digs."
"Laughing when inappropriate."
"And most of all..." Pansy started, which Blaise ended for her.
"Badmouthing Potter."
"Guys..." Draco started, but was interrupted by Blaise putting a hand over his mouth.
"He deserved it."
"He's an ex-ass!" Pansy sniggered as she came to stand next to Draco.
"We couldn't just let him feel good about himself after all he's done!"
"Or do you think we should have made it easy sailing?"
"No.." Draco sighed in a mix of relief and regret. "I guess someone does need to give him a healthy dose of attitude."
"They part like the red sea for him!"
"Too dramatic, Pans! They do have claws, you know!" Blaise laughed as she placed the back of her hand against her forehead and swooned.
"Miniature ones!"
"They're not accustomed to blatant honesty and vicious taunting and poking like we are. They had ordinary lives, remember?"
"Oh, boo hoo! What friend doesn't tell you when you're doing something wrong!"
"Pans... are we even talking about the same thing?"
"Aren't we? The blatant honesty piece?" Pansy cocked her head in genuine confusion, where Blaise rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"You hooked on that part? I meant in general! We grew up different!"
"I was branching off into a sub-genre!" She huffed and made Draco scoot over so she could just about balance herself on the edge of the window sill.
"Stop trying to be eloquent and bitch with me here!"
"I am bitching! I'm zoning in, Blaise! You guys have no feel for this sort of thing, I don't know why I try to teach you."
"Why are you two my friends?" Draco smiled softly. Normally he would throw in his own opinion, yet he could feel the ripple of ice across his skin, could feel it like it were his very soul... yet almost puzzlingly, the kick start from his lungs to the air didn't happen.
"Because you're a wuss when you should be mean and a bastard when you shouldn't." She smiled with wide innocent eyes.
"Draco?" Blaise asked unsure. It had taken so long to drop that they had only picked it up when the hairs on their skin stood on end. The temperature had plummeted.
"Are you... angry?" Pansy halted, when she noticed something that shouldn't have occurred. Draco's lips were blue, yes, but he was huddled closer together, a shiver ran down his spine. He was cold.
"Draco? What the.." alarmed shouts could be heard from downstairs. Something was not quite right. It took a while for them to register, but after looking at each other in confusion, made a run for it out the door. Following the sound of panicked voices, they ran down the corridor, down the stairs, and into the living room.
When the three elementals stopped at the fifth and last stair, they watched with wide eyes at the scene that played out before them.
The fire sat frozen in its frame, still and sculpted. The floor was decorated with smooth frost, no one able to catch a grip with their socks and clutching onto furniture to stand. From the seat of the couches downwards, everything had been encased with ice. Curling, glinting and spiking with icicles on corners, waves of frozen icy blue carpeted the floor, wooden legs and drawers, clinging up the stairs like a tidal wave against a rock.
"Draco..." Cho started, but could only cover her own uncertainty by pointing out the very thing that had seemed to cause the problem.
In the centre of the living room, Harry sat serenely on his knees, as if none of the cold or the frost could affect him. His eyes were distant, cool and sharp. His lips held a blue tinge. Draco lifted his hand out to touch the cool air, saw his hand shake with the drop of temperature, saw the white mist leave his lips. He felt dazed and confused.
It was there, inside him, bubbling and banging to be released, yet when the feeling of relief had entered his system, that sensation of being whole, had not. He didn't feel complete. That was the real problem. He didn't feel the icy burn within him, but saw its effects around the room.
He slowly walked down the steps, hands tight around the railings to keep from slipping.
"Pansy..." he whispered in confusion. She reacted to his lost look. Pansy made it down the stairs and somewhat ungracefully wobbled her way towards the raven head. She slowly knelt beside him and took a sharp breath and centred her thoughts on one thing.
Harry who had gained her trust, Harry who had let her down. Harry who had to be the center of everything. Harry who had messed up. Harry who put that lost look on Draco's face far too many times. Harry who had left them with the pieces to put together.
Flame flared to life in the fireplace, the temperature, steeping in as heat entered the atmosphere. She roughly grabbed Harry's shoulder and saw the blue leave his lips. The ice seemed to melt, to ripple before it evaporated.
With the awareness in his jade eyes, came a sudden shout of pain, and a shove to Pansy's shoulder. She tried to calm.
'Cool and collected, cool and collected.'
With a purse of her lips she shook her head and with a weary look to Blaise made her way out the front door. Too much hate caused too much fuel; it had started to spread, as it always does. Blaise nodded minutely before watching her go.
He tried not to dwell on it. Pansy would be fine and he had more pressing things to worry about.
Such as the fact that Harry had just used Ice and Draco had not.
MutantNinjasGotNothingOnMe: Yay! I'm happy you liked it! Please keep reading :p
Pacochico 11: At this point, most of Harrys friends are unaware of what happened that night apart from the fact that he broke up with Draco. Ron understands both view points though, so keeps out of it. Blaise is very biased, he hates Harry for what he did. Draco is nice because although he'd like to be over Harry, he does still love him. As he's working with him, he's decided to get the awkward why did you leave me stuff out of the way now. He's also had five years to get through his thoughts on Harry, so he can honestly say he's not angry anymore.
XxHushHushxX: Thank you for the wonderful review! Harry does know about Saito at the back of his mind, but he hasn't really made the full connotations yet. Dracos power will soon be included, but you'll have to wait for a chapter or two :p
ISthisWOrlDReaL: Draco will be the submissive in this fic, yes. For some reason, I just like seeing Draco in that kind of role. :p