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, but here's a few chapters in a row! Whoooo!

'text' is thought

"text" is talking

/on the other side of the phone/

XxHushHushxX: Hahaha, good idea! Lol, wonder how Draco would react to something like that? The question is, with who? I'll play around with the idea :p Always love your comments and reviews, thank you! Go soul mates, hehe.

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Hidden Element

Chapter 35: Slumber party?

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)

Too long...It was taking too long. Wasn't he supposed to be back by now? Had he changed his mind after all? He growled once more as he mussed up already shaggy hair. It spiked at the tips slightly at the current his hands produced. His hair seemed to be in a perpetual mess ever since Draco had left him alone with Asher to 'discuss' things with friends.

Why was it taking so damn long?

Was it possible to love someone and doubt them at the same time? What did that mean, to love and not trust? He wanted to have faith in him, he really did, but some lingering corner of his heart was beating roughly at the thought of him being gone for even a second longer. Not the pounding of worry or fluttering when a love was gone for what seemed too long, it was a vicious thumping of disappointment and lingering distrust.

When you loved someone, didn't every cell in your body seek out the other? Wouldn't you hurry your business to get home as quickly as possible?

So what the hell was taking him so long?

Friends? He could understand. He'd never had that many friends till he'd been introduced to the muggle world, and even then, he had stayed in the circle of friends he'd been in whilst Voldemort had still lived. He supposed it had to do with the fact they had grown up in different environments. Although Draco had started off with the same background history, Death Eater parents, Voldemort, hated by the world, he had been given the chance to progress to...something. Something he hadn't been given the chance to do or become.

Was the trip down memory lane making him regret what he'd started? Remember that all things Voldemort had ever touched was evil? Was that the problem?

He bit his under lip nervously. They had always known the risk of their friends being enemies, yet the thought of actually fighting had never occurred to him. He had thought a truce would be able to last a lifetime if Draco stayed by his side. Even then, would he really be able to fight the man he loved if he ever came to his senses?

Nerves...He was loosing his mind wondering and waiting. He was coming up with 'what ifs' and 'maybes'. It was becoming detrimental to his health.

He shifted his legs down linen sheets with a soft sigh, twisting in an angle so that bare feet could touch the floor and run toes across a fluffy green carpet. A tan hand pushed his hips off the bed as the other patted his front jean pockets sullenly before removing a small black phone from his left pocket. Relaxing back onto the bed and glancing up at the dark ceiling with a yawn, he placed it next to his ear.

Speedial. Ring, ring. It took a while, not that he minded much, he was used to it. He never picked his phone up straight away no matter who phoned him.

/Not that I don't mind being called by you, but this is a rare occurrence. Should I be suspicious?/

"I know. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you..." He yawned once more, earning a snort from the other side of the phone.

/Never apologise. It makes you seem weak. Who wants a weak leader?/

"In that case, I'll make it quick and simple. I have a mission for you."

/About time!/ Sharp purple eyes widened as a smirk spread across his face.

He'd been listening for a while now, and if he hadn't been awake, he would have never heard it. Soft creaking down the hall. He thought nothing of it at first, after all, the house was filled with people, all with different sleeping patterns. The twist of his doorknob, however, had his dull eyes snap open instantly and alert.

When the door swung inwards slowly, Dracos hand was instantly thrust palm out automatically before he remembered that he was lacking the particular weapon he was aiming to use. There was a seconds pause where his mind went blank, thinking how to protect himself before he remembered that he was a magical human being that had a wand. He was about to make a grab for it, lying innocently next to his lamp before a light and familiar touch grasped his wrist.

Instead of reaching for the wand at the lamps base, he went for the switch instead, the dim amount of light allowing him to see Pansys smiling face.

"You are in trouble, you bitch! Who sneaks into someone else's room like that? You're lucky that I don't crucio you for scaring me like that!" He whispered harshly as he dragged her onto the bed. He wasn't going to be rid of her, he knew that much. Pansy could be very persistent when she wanted to be. He sniggered as she curled up at the end of the bed with her thick hello kitty blanket.

"Nah, you've become too mellow to do anything about it. I'm here to talk." Draco threw a pillow at her, pouting when she caught it and placed it neatly under her head with a contented sigh. He sat up straighter, dragging himself upwards to lean against the headboard to get a better look at her, blinking his eyes slightly to better adjust to the new light, as dim as it was.

"Talk? At this hour? Do you know what time it is you hag?" Pansy stuck her tongue out before shifting to sit up, placing the pillow between her and the wall the bed had been pushed up against.

"I do. But, Draco. You know we have to start making decision soon, don't you? I need to talk to you, and I'm sure you need to talk to me." He scoffed at the idea of having to talk about his problems, but the determined puppy dog look she was giving him made him bang his head back on the wall lightly. A victorious grin forming on Pansys face at the sign of his defeat.

"Fine."

"Right, erm...The forgotten. How well exactly, do you know them?" Draco frowned at the question, but there was no point in lying to Pansy, and although she was a great gossip, hers had never involved either of her two best friends.

"I'm not going to lie. I have made friends with some of them Pans...Most of them aren't bad at all...just misguided. Like we once were."

"You were hoping to rub off on them, were you?" She snuggled further into her blanket, random streaks of red bed head sticking out from the girly pink surrounding her body.

"Maybe. I don't know..."

"It's ok, Draco. I know you. You wanted to help, didn't you?" He looked down for a while, bringing his knees up underneath the blanket.

"I'm not sure what it was I was hoping for...they looked lost without the purpose of fighting." She knew what he was leaving out. That's how they had once been. Living for the purpose of their parents, not knowing what to do when their hold had been broken. She couldn't help the sad smile that spread across her face at the thought that Draco had seen himself in those people and had probably tried to instil some other sense of purpose in their lives. She almost burst out laughing at the fact that this was the same man that would have killed her in the past for even mentioning it.

"Are you planning to stay? Here, with us, I mean...have you decided where you'll go?"

"Pansy..."

"I mean...I'm not even sure what I want to do yet...am I staying here, moving to another corner of the world...but I like this. It makes me think of being back in a dorm. Being close to people, being able to share everything about myself, magic, my past even. Not being judged is nice, especially by people who have good reason to do so." She knew she was rambling, but she had so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to ask! How to get it all in one secret conversation!

"You want to stay?" He asked hesitantly.

"Maybe...but then...I'm not sure I could ever stay if it meant having you and Blaise not here."

"Pansy..." Draco struggled for words. He hadn't thought that far yet. To be honest, he hadn't thought of any of his problems lately. He had been walking in a state of numb laziness that came with stress and the power of void combined.

"Would you be able to hurt them if they attacked? If they broke the truce and truly started a war?"

"Yes...no...I...I don't know. What is this about Pansy? No ones attacking anyone!"

"Draco! Open your eyes! The only reason there's no war is because of you! And when you left for three days, they attacked a group of innocent children! We still have to find a new place for them! And face it Draco, not everyone will want to listen to Saito..." She breathed through clenched teeth to get her breathing in check; she'd been trying to keep her voice down, succeeding in only labouring her breathing.

"I...I know..."

"But you don't! You're so indecisive it's scary! The Draco I knew would instantly have the answer. He'd do what he has to, for the reasons he wants! You can't be grey anymore Draco...it's time to choose black or white." Draco frowned and stared down at clenched hands resting atop his raised knees. His feet slipped slightly under the blanket, lowering his knees slightly.

"It's not that easy Pansy." He whispered hesitantly. It was a hard sensation to describe. How do you describe forbidden love? It was a complex situation to be in. Only...Pansy was looking at him in a knowing fashion. Which irked him.

'What do we have here?'

"What are you not telling me? You're hiding something." Pansy twisted her hands slightly before moving away from the wall half energetically, half nervously, like she couldn't decide how to feel. She sat cross legged in front of him, facing him, blanket still wrapped around her shoulders.

"I may have found a problem of my own...and I may seem like a hypocrite...but I've found myself stumbling into the same grey patch you're in..." Draco merely lifted an elegant eyebrow at her confession, wondering what Pansy had gotten herself in this time.

"What have you done now?"

"I found love." She had said it softly, nervous again, yet with a dreamy tinge to it. Draco leaned forwards slightly, a frown now in place instead of the slight smile that had once graced his features.

"Oh no Pansy...please tell me that's not the grey area you're referring to." There was no reply and it instantly made his heart sink. "It is isn't it! Pansy! With who?"

"Yasmin..." He hadn't seen that one coming! Did Pansy even know Yasmin?

"But you hate her guts!"

"As you hated Harrys!" Pansy chuckled.

"I see your point, like they say, there's a fine line between love and hate. I know it well."

"Haha, both times. Unlucky Draco!" Draco growled slightly at the comment, but let it slide.

"Yasmin? Really? How the hell did that happen?"

"We started talking during our fights and it all went downhill from there. We have so much in common! It's come to the part where we seek each other out! She cried for me..." She whispered the last part, to which Draco grinned at her facial expression. She looked and sounded like a school girl in love. Those with the pony tails twiddling their fingers whilst they confessed.

"Pansy..." He sniggered.

"We talk...about everything! She's so smart and so...so bubbly dammit!"

"haha! Pansy, you're blushing!" He burst out laughing.

"Shut up you ass! I'm pouring my heart out here!"

"Sorry Pans. It's just...nice to see you like this. I'm happy you woke me up!"

"She's sexy as hell! Her hair, her..." Pansy made a motion close to her breasts, to which Draco pulled a face.

"And there goes my happiness flying out the window!"

"Damnit you pig! I had to listen to you when you found love, now you damn well listen to mine!" She punched him in the arm, Draco pouting dramatically and clutching it in mock pain, making Pansy laugh in turn as well.

"Does she know?"

"...no!"

"no?

"No!"

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not? Can you see me saying, Hi, you just happen to be the bisexual love affair I've always been waiting for." Pansys eyes widened and her hands clenched tightly.

"Hahahahaha!" Dracos head banged lightly against the headboard once more at her flustered look.

"Shush!"

"hahahahaha!"

"Damn you! Well then what do I say?" She crossed her arms expectantly. Draco stopped laughing long enough to hesitate before giving 'advice'.

"Something cheesy! What do you think? You make my heart race! Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven?"

"Something that won't get me kicked for saying pathetic pick up lines!" This time she kicked him for emphasis. Draco couldn't help but think how painful this talk was turning out to be. Pansys mock kicks and punches were no where near the playful variety. Not like he was going to say anything, he was a guy after all.

"Does this mean you're going to tell her?"

"I..."

"Remember that grey line Pans? You'll be in my position! Is that a place you want to be?" He sighed tiredly. He was having problems; he didn't need two of them to be in the same boat unless she was 100% sure about it.

"I...I'm not sure."

"haha. For someone saying I'm indecisive, so are you!"

"I guess you're right." He rested his arm comfortingly across her shoulder and brought her in for a quick hug before letting her go.

"But no matter what you decide to do Pans, I'll be there for you every step of the way."

"I have no doubt about that, you big lug."

"I am not a lug!" He huffed.

"Haha, no, you're not, but I had to say something to lighten up the emotional mood." She smirked

"You hag!"

"There we go, back to normal. But you've used that one. Losing your touch?" He opened his mouth slightly, before shutting it as his retorts all seemed to revolve around the word hag. Either he really was tired, or he had really started to loose his touch.

"I blame life."

"Don't we always? Draco...how do you feel about Harry?"