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 28: Something
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)
Harry stared at Draco, and Draco stared at Harry, neither seeming to notice the uproar of questions that flared to life around them. Neither, however, seemed able to move or speak, and even if they could, where to start?
Where the one had felt the onslaught of it coming, the other had manifested it into being.
Harry felt fragile, yet heavy and ridged, as if he could shatter into a million pieces at any second. He shivered slightly, even though the rooms temperature was still hot from Pansy's unleashed hate for him.
He had seen it in her eyes, he was no fool. Rather, he was perfectly fine with her and Blaise's behaviour of him; even though he admitted they were both horribly rude in doing so.
They were merely filling in for Draco. As he held no seeming grudge against him, it was only fitting that his friends do the hating for him. He was sure had it been the other way around, that Ron and Hermoine would have behaved in much the same fashion. In fact, they had, to some degree where old Draco and Slytherins and perhaps even Snape had been concerned.
Looking around, he could barely believe what had happened. Although the ice had melted, not a drop of water littered the floor, leaving no sign of the magic he had performed. He hadn't even seen it coming it had happened so fast. Out of nowhere, a tight and cold breeze swept through his body at a single breath he'd taken, and then as he released said breath, the room about him had turned into a sparkling ice rink.
With a throbbing sense of panic the long look of frustrated alarm in Draco's eyes had confirmed his suspicions.
The problem, however, lay in the fact that he assumed Draco hadn't felt it, he would have been able to warn him otherwise. He also would have been able to mask that lost and almost childish look that now seemed to grace his face.
That also brought about another crucial fact... he had performed elemental magic. He had used ice.
It confused him. He had thought Draco was the embodiment of Ice, and if he was, no one other than him would have been able to use that element. As he was not an elemental, and hadn't kissed the blond, not for lack of thinking of it, should not have been leaking his powers. That being said, Draco would still have felt the chilly bite of his own element.
Draco gulped, the sound seeming deafening in his ears, accompanied by the heavy thumping of his racing heart.
He could vaguely hear the others around him start up an argument. Why had it happened? Had the wand incident somehow passed his power onto Harry? Had Harry taken it somehow? Was there a secret Harry was keeping from everyone?
He tuned them all out, their voices a mingled blur as his head spun in uncertainty.
He was aware of the fact that they had yet to look away from each other, eye contact still intensely in place. He saw confusion and frustration leaking into those emerald eyes. The ever present unconscious tapping of his finger against his knee as he now sat cross-legged on the floor.
He knew that feeling, not being sure if you could stand on your own wobbly feet, the jellyness of your body unwilling to move back onto its feet. More than anyone else in this room, it was he that understood these feelings the best.
The shivering after the first use, the utter confusion of having icy frost spread through your lungs and out your very veins.
The actual manifestation of the element was something he had never pondered upon. He'd always thought that being part of your body, was stored there also, and evaporated through your every pore into the real world embodied by the room temperature and nature of the body it had left.
As a young boy, he had always felt somewhat incomplete, always following orders without a doubt as he never had a goal to achieve in his life. An echo of a throb through his heart, telling him to search, to become something other than he was. He never paid it much attention.
When you felt like you were inexplicably torn in pieces, you tended to want to be bossed around.
It had been one of the reasons Draco had followed his fathers every whim and had taken up the reigns in the philosophy that everyone other than purebloods were beneath him, and that Harry Potter, for some reason, was the bane of his fathers existence.
There was some kind of rush to the proud look he received when he did his bidding well, and for a moment, everything was right in the world.
He had quickly chalked the feeling up to missing fatherly affection.
When he had embraced it, learned the ways of his magic and fully morphed with his new found powers, he had known instantly what had been missing in his life. He supposed it was part of the reason why he had been able to move past the image of Harry in his mind.
It was his comfort, his pain, his joy, his grief and his tears and laughter. It was a piece of his puzzle, a strand of his very essence, a branch to his soul.
Ice was as much a part of him as Void.
The loss of being able to feel it fill the very room he stood in almost brought him to his knees. It was his. His to cherish and his to hold. His alone that no one could take from him. It seemed that Harry was very good at taking things from him and leaving him feeling empty.
He grew aware of the fact that the same dull thumping of his heart was the same feeling of loss from his childhood.
Something was not right, something was out of place.
He barely felt his pale hand drift up to catch the area of his shirt above his heart, a meek whimper escaping his lips.
Something was missing. Darkness. Something that was his. Heavy breathing. Out of place. Heart pounding. Not right.
He vaguely heard his name being whispered, his eyes still locked on emerald, now more worried and concerned than confused and frustrated.
Something...
He felt his head roll to the side limply, laying haphazardly on his shoulder as his brain clouded over with something he had not felt in years.
Something...
His laboured breathing drew the attention of the fighting to him, as well as the repeated mention of his name, yet louder with more concern.
Something...
With the absence of the ice that froze something in place, he felt like he were falling, yet knew his feet were still firmly in place. Something cracked free.
Something...
"Void," was all that Blaise could whisper before he gave an immediate order for everyone to vacate the house.
Pacochico 11: Yay! Thank you! As for the whole Harry stealing Draco's power thing, its not quite like that, but I don't want to ruin anything :p