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
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Cho, Saito x Draco
This has not been Beta'd.
A/N: Sorry for the delay in the story! I've had a hectic few months concerning work! But I'll be posting regularly from now on! :p Sorry for keeping you all waiting, and sorry that this chapter is so short!
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 29: Awakened
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – Cherrie Everdeen (OC)
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
Darkness.
Not the sinister nothingness of the shadows preventing your sight, but the gut-wrenching pull of falling, being ripped from something right before your eyes in a painstaking fashion. It was like apparating without a destination, caught in a whirlwind of confusion regarding 'where to?'
Stormy midnight eyes wide, pale body shaking with tiny tremors. Frozen, yet melting from the heat.
All consuming. Sudden nothingness before you, nothing inside and around you. Your brain muddled, your veins freeze, your heart skips a beat, your lungs cease to want to breathe, body unmoving, not even able to think of any commands.
A sudden void. Still and empty. A perpetual bubble of sweet, never-ending, excruciating silence. Peace or chaos? He was never really sure.
No sound, no air, no floor to hold you upright. The feeling of falling off a cliff, legs kicked out from under you, arms to tired to flail as you feel your body falling backwards without being able to see it. No breath to scream, no sense of self to panic. Slow motion, fading, falling, and familiar fumbling. A fleeting sensation without being able to put it into words.
Something, yet nothing all at once.
Lips sparkling unseen from being licked, mouth opened minutely, air barely passing plump flesh.
Body limp in acceptance of its weightless gravity, skin flushed without breath, yet pale at a still heart. Arms outstretched carelessly, wide at the elbows, fingers floppy yet ready to grasp.
Eyes closed, yet stinging with unshed tears tangled in long eyelashes.
Hair fanned out, spread out with the silent dizzying backwards motions the body seemed to be moving in. Its golden glow limp, straw like, and embossed in the preening soot of nothingness.
Seconds, minutes, hours, without sound, without feeling.
A sliver of something cool against his cheek before it retreats.
Eyes open minutely, closing just as slowly as sight brings forth nothing the back of his eye lids can't give him.
He jerks as a sweep of ice grips his waist tightly. Familiar, desperate. Gone.
He's back to falling, wishing to feel that agonizing freeze across his skin. Needing to keep the feeling like a drug. However, every second of nothing brings him closer to thinking his brain has decided to hallucinate.
The sensation can't even take him by surprise, he feels so numb. It starts off slowly. An inkling of frost deep in his lungs. Creeping across muscles, gripping the burning heat. It makes him gasp for air. A strange feeling as he still believes his lungs don't want to work of their own accord.
It slivers through his arteries and his heart grows cold before it pumps with its own bolt from the blue.
Ice. Through his lungs, through his veins, through his heart. Endearing, familiar. It fills his body with life like an icy touch to the lips.
It breaks through a barrier that held him in place. He can feel his legs. His feet aren't holding him in place, and he can feel something soft against his legs. Hard, not soft.
'The carpet?'
Heavy breathing feels his ears, kitchen noises, footsteps up or down the stairs. He almost wants to smile at the fact that no one seems able to decide where it is they want to be at that exact moment.
He sighs at the feel of cold across his neck, across his waist and all the way down his left side. It's inconsistent; it's every where, yet never a certain spot for long. Draco nuzzles into the ice at his neck, a heavy thumping at his side, and a slight hiccup of what could be surprise. Yet the cool touch never leaves.
The ice across his lips leave, however, and although the ice is still there in his lungs, in his very essence, it is duller than before.
It makes him snap his eyes open with a slight frown.
"Ssshh, it's ok. Don't try to move too much."
It hits Draco all at once, and for the briefest second, he wishes he'd kept his eyes closed. No wonder everything felt so familiar.
It hadn't been just the familiar ice stirring inside his body, yet a familiar touch, familiar hold, familiar voice in his ear. All of which he had never expected to see or hear upon waking from the nightmare that had only rarely swept across him in his life.
Harry.
Fear. Concern. His heavy breathing at seeing him awake. Worried... There was something that shocked him to the core. He could read it as clear as day.
Ice was swirling in those slightly glossy emerald midst's, ice and a contradicting and confusing endearment. Love.
It was dizzying to see, and had he not been able to see the man before him, he'd have thought he was back in the confusing and over-bearing darkness. He felt weak, unable to push the slightly paler than normal body away from him.
Years ago, this would have been the very moment he would have waited for. Years ago, this would have felt like heaven, a paradise to hide from the sin that embellished his name.
Now? Confusion, frustration at feeling and remembering. He could hear the thumping of his heart. Erratic as it had always been. Stress, adrenaline and love at the sight of him. He was unsure which one he was hearing in the depths of that beating sound.
Yet one thing he was oddly sure of. Harry was cool to the touch. His hands sinfully cold, his body as arctic as his had once felt. Once? Rubbing his thumb against his pinky finger, he felt the ordinary heat that came when Ice was dormant.
He was feeling it in Harry now. What did that mean? It had still helped him, still protected him as the dominant element in his body always had, yet from somebody else's body.
A soft whimper left his lips as a sudden rush of thought brought along the most confusing and hurtful revelation since he had turned up at Rons doorstep.
Harry Potter was now linked to Ice. Ice made him whole.
Harry Potter had suddenly become a piece of his puzzle.