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Author's Note: Once again, I do not speak French. I am using a dictionary/translator on my
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inadvertently caused. Otherwise, what do you care, right?

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Draco was not pleased as he removed his Quidditch pads. It was bad
enough that they were about to have to fight one of the creatures that had
imprisoned him and Blaise. His only nightmares stemmed from that experience,
and he had hoped that he wouldn't have to face one of the Deep Lords again.
There were only seven of them in total, and they ruled the demons of the
Underworld, answering only to the Low Lord and the High Kings and Queens of the
Dark Realm. To his knowledge, they couldn't really be killed, at least by
nothing less then the hand of a god. A powerful god. Cocidius could do it if
any of them could, but there were certain limits to how much He could help
them.

He could heal them, of course, and could lead them through the
Marks, but He couldn't come down and fight the Deep Lord for them. He could
speak to them and draw them into Reverie as He had done after He Fell, but He couldn't
bring them back from the dead again. So they were mostly on their own for this
one. Or so Draco thought until the Mark on his arm flared to life, divine fury
sweeping through him and filling his limbs with a strength he didn't usually
possess. He felt at least ten feet tall as the energy kept coming and coming,
and his swords were in his hands, the sheathes on his back, before he even
realized it. A deep, familiar voice echoed within his mind, and devotion seeped
through him.

'Fight, my Chosen! It is
Bercarmerthmorurg that challenges thee! Thee must not let him pass, nor let him
take thee! He wishes not for thy deaths, but for soulsouls! Use the Book!'

Chills shot down Draco's spine. Bercarmerthmorurg. It was him,
then. The one who had taken him and Blaise down into the Underworld at their
fathers' behest. Fuck. He could still
vividly remember the sting of the demons' whips and the stomach-turning
sensations that their disgusting, burning tongues had caused as they had lapped
the blood from his skin. He could still remember the feel of their tainted,
twisted spirits trying to break into his mind, could still remember the torture
their claws had inflicted, impaling him time and time again. But the worst had
been seeing the same happening to Blaise, and the bastards had known that. Fear
shot through him, and it wasn't until then that he realized the demon was
trying to bespell him.

Because as much as he hated them, as much as he wished that he
could slaughter each and every one of them, he no longer feared them. Maybe it
was because of the tim had had spent with them, seeing how craven and weak they
truly were. Or maybe it was because he held no fef def death within his soul.
But one way or the other, the demon had given itself away by sending fear instead
of something else. Pushing back and fully closing his mind to the hideous
thing, he felt a feral smile creep across his face. He was no longer the child
he had been when this demon had last tasted of his flesh. Hell, his Elemental
ability hadn't even been awakened yet, and it had been years after that that
he'd taken the vampiric blood from Neithotep.

Blaise didn't count, of course, but her beauty rivaled even his,
which was something Draco had thought impossible for a very tim time. Until
she came. She was like a bright spot amid all of their darkness, but one that
welcomed that part of them instead of shunning it. She had become their hope,
another reason besides each other to continue drawing breath each morning. She
understood them, and she didn't try to change them. Not even in the small ways
that their other friends and even their mothers did. So how could they not
cherish her? How could they not desire to protect her in any way that they
could? It was inconceivable.

But somehow, they had failed. Because here she was, about to face
an evil beyond what sheld eld even begin to imagine. Nothing resembling
anything good lay within the creature that was currently pounding the wards
into dust. The screaming fools that were trying to flee had no idea that their
shrieks of fear were quite literally food for the demon, had no idea that their
terror was what was giving it the strength to break through the infamous
shields. He knew there wasn't any way to shut them up, though, so he didn't
even try. They were beyond listening to anything anyway, driven by instincts
and instincts alone. It just happened to be the instinct to run. Sheep, he though idly, his eyes tracking
the demon's progress.

'k'>'You have the Book,
yes?'
He asked Blaise through their open Marks, and saw a humorless smile grace his
lover's face.

'Oui.' Blaise replied,
holding out a hand and calling the Book in with a series of passwords and
incantations. Their three, melded shields that surrounded it melted away under
his touch, and the Book opened on its own, the pages turning and fluttering
rapidly. Another twinge of divinity raced through them, and the pages settled.
Blaise cocked an elegant eyebrow at what he read, before smirking. ((Yes))

'Yes.' Blaise hissed, his
voice full of satisfaction. 'But
whichever of us does it will need a circle and at least ten minutes, maybe even
twenty.'

'Go then.' Draco replied, moving
forward as another hit upon the wards had the earth shaking under their feet. 'It will be in within a minute. Get back and
get the circle up. Virginia, guard him. I'll distract it.' 'Go, damn you!'

They did. Both flew towards him, whispering 'Je t'aime' and kissing him desperately, before they sped back
across the field, their movements almost blurred even to his eyes. They stopped
before the group of stock-still Slytherins, and Blaise sat immediately, putting
both palms on the open pages of the Book and letting his eyes fall closed.
Virginia pressed her lips against his, her eyes glistening with unshed tears,
before moving back and pressing one of her swords' tips into the snow. Moviquicquickly, words of power and protection spilling from her rosps, ps, she began
tracing a circle upon the ground, magic flowing from the blade and into the
soil.

Another deafening crash came from in front of him, and he forced
himself to rip his eyes away from his lovers. The Deep Lord towered over him,
still a good twenty yards away, and its eyes flashed hungrily as their gazes
met. It lifted a huge, clawed hand and waved, its flaming lips pulling back to
expose row upon row of deadly teeth dripping deadlier venom. He supposed that
the thing meant for it to be a smile, but it was simply hideous in his opinion,
and much more like a grimace. Hell's fires burned within its bottomless eyes,
and the screams of the eternally tormented rang within its roars. It held its
long, trademark whip within one fist, and a ball of darkfire in the other.

Two can play at that
game, he
thought to himself, and let his own darkness race down his blades. Throwing a
sight shield around himself, since surprise was always an excellent weapon, he
made it to where none of the watching students or the demon could see his
rising power. The blades' magic mixed with his easily, naturally, and they
burst into black and silver flames. As the demon's fist came down again, nearly
toppling the shield, Draco threw open the well to his Elemental magic, letting
it surround him in a bright cocoon of freezing ice and ferocious power. The
snow all along the ground responded to him immediately, flying up and whipping
around him, caressing hiin ain as a lover would and steadying his soul.

It moved and twisted around his feet, giving him the best
footholds and traction that it could as he began moving more to the right, away
from his two lovers. They could see him moving, but he knew that he still
looked like his normal self because of the sight shield. He sensed the circle
go up behind him and breathed a short sigh of relief. That much was done, and
the timer started. He felt his power continue to grow as a frosty blue tint
spread across his skin, right before silver light burst forth from it, causing
him to shine like a landed mercury star in the deepening darkness. The sun was
almost completely gone, and the vampiric essence inside his spirit became more
pronounced as it continued sinking beyond the horizon.

The demon hit the shield again, and he knew it would only take one
more hit, two at max. Sending a short prayer down the link in his Mark, he fell
into a crouching position, everything but the coming battle fading from his
consciousness. Another 'BOOM' rent the air and the wards finally crumbled,
falling around him like a shower of sunsh The The Deep Lord roared in triumph,
leaping onto the pitch and landing hard, nearly knocking Draco off his feet as
the ground shook much worse than before. It mimicked his crouching position,
staring at him with burning red eyes as its forked tongue flashed out, licking its
nearly nonexistent lips. Its spittle hissed and steamed as it came into contact
with its rough, scaly flesh, and a trail of poison leaked out of the corner of
its mouth, falling upon the snow with a 'splat' and eating it like acid. It
didn't stop at the snow, either, but continued eating through the ground.

"Ssso we meet again, young Malfoy." It said in a
sibilant voice that was underlain with the cries of the damned as heavily as
its roar had been.

"Yes, Bercarmerthmorurg. What business have you here?"
He questioned, and a thought had the snow under his feet hardening, preparing
it so he could spring when necessary.

"Name me not, little puppet of godsss!" It thundered,
fire streaming from its nostrils. "And my busssinessss is with thee and
thine."

"What could you possibly want with us?" Draco inquired,
although he already knew at least one of the reasons. "And call me not a
puppet; you slave for others far more than I do or ever shall."

"Liesss!" The demon yelled, its mouth beginning to
froth. "I ssslave for no one!
But thee ssshall ssslave for me."

"I wasn't aware that you'd become delusional with old age,
Bercarmerthmorurg. Because if either of us ever slaves for the other,willwill
be you for me." Draco said flippantly, not allowing his eyes to stray to
his lovers as they very much wished to do. All of his attention, all of his
senses, were completely trained on the Deep Lord that was glaring death at him.

"Thee hasss nothing worth that
much to me, Black Healer." It said, flexing a clawed hand threateningly.

"Don't I?" Draco drawled, cursing the fact that their
voices were carrying so well over the pitch. The screaming had finally stopped,
he knew that much. But he couldn't risk turning to see why; he just knew that
the students were all still there, staying eerily silent.

"No!" It exclaimed, moving subtly closer. Draco
retreated the same amount, showing the demon that he had caught the movement.
He knew that he had to keep it talking for a few more moments, which shouldn't
prove too difficult. One of a demon's weaknesses is that they love to hear
themselves speak, especially if they're bragging or insulting. It probably had
something to do with their innate fearlessness. The only things that usually
brought them true terror were the Dark Royals, so why should they worry about
drawn-out conversations?

"Are you sure of that?"

"Yesss. Thee are not truly any different than the ssscared
little clussster of humansss that cowersss behind thee and waitsss for thee to
die."

"Funny." He replied, smirking. "I was told that a
bare taste of mine and my boyfriend's blood as children had you in ecstatic
fits, O Mighty One!" He taunted, moving ever more to the right. The demon
snarled.

"Thy blood may have been exccceptionally tasssty, but not
enough for me to do thee any favorsss for more." It said, moving closer
once again. "Thee hasss not enough power to tempt me. No earth-walker
hasss in millennia."

"And if I did?" He asked, pleased that the demon was
falling smoothly into his rapidly planned trap. He had an idea, but it had to
go off without a hitch.

"I am here under contract, dark one, and being paid a
handsssome priccce. Nothing of thine can sssway me."

"So be it. Your words are acknowledged and remembered by
earth, sky and those who rule you." Draco replied, tying it to its
statement.

The first look of wariness crept into its eyes, but Draco waited
no longer. Calling on a controlled stream of energy, he pushed out with it and
blew the sight shield into pieces, power bursting outwards from him like an
explosion. The silver glow he was bathed in was bright enough to blind, as were
the shards of ice and the swirling, gleaming snow that surrounded him in a
fierce whirlwind. Darkfire licked along the edges of his extended aura, and his
swords were the same mix of silver energy and black, freezing flames. The
screams had started again, and the demon actually stumbled backwards a bit, its
crimson eyes growing wide with disbelief as its nostrils flared.

"It cannot be!" The Deep Lord bellowed, jumping to its
feet much more quickly than one would assume something its size could move.
"Thee smellsss of the Firssst Born!"

"I am First
Born." Draco snapped, the words coming straight from his Mark, not from
his mind. The Mark flashed in reply, its light bright enough to shine through
even his. The demon's eyes narrowed, as if remembering and regretting its
earlier, binding statement, while Draco's mind was spinning, completely thrown
off track by what had just escaped his lips. First Born? How? "Do you deny my claim, Lordthe the
Deep?" He asked, his lips once more moving of their own accord.

"Nay." The demon replied, its tongue flicking out as if
tasting his scent. "But it can change nothing sssince thy have bound me by
my word, iccce princcce."

"How sad. I'm told my blood is quite sweet." He teased,
watching the drool flow faster from between its lips.

"No wonder Lord Cocccidiusss hasss sssuch an interessst in
thee three." Its eyes narrowed again. "Ssspeaking of which, where
might your little loversss b-"

That was his cue. Letting it speak no more, he attacked. Holding
both swords out, he let power collect in his hands before sending it shooting
down the blades. The demon, surprised, dodged one of the energy balls, but got hit
with three others. They slammed into its right side and it howled, clawing at
its chest. The energy began spreading, covering the demon's flesh in a thick
layer of ice that melted against its always-burning skin much too slowly for
its liking. Not giving it a chance to recover, he kept sending power through
his swords, continuing his rightward path. The demon spun with him, snarling
furiously, as more and more of the frosty balls attached to its skin.

"Thy cannot kill me, fssshsssh child!" It screamed, and
Draco laughed.

"Perhaps not," he agreed, "but I can certainly
defeat you!" Which was possibly true. The only wizards and witches known
to have fought and defeated a higher demon were the Elementals, the White
Wanderers and the Dark Lords. He had a better chance than most, at any rate.

ck'>With another earsplitting roar, the creature spun again, showing
its back, and moved to the other side of the field. Its lips moved swiftly,
calling forth its first fighter. Dueling a Deep Lord was not the same as any other
creature; because they didn't fight you themselves until you had beaten four of
their minions. They did it that way because even if you survived, you would be
so worn out that it would be an easy win for the damned thing. Thanking
Cocidius profusely for his stamina, he readied himself for whatever would be
sent after him first. A small portal opened in midair, growing quickly, and a
large figure slid through. When Draco recognized it, he rolled his eyes.

The demon must have had a really bad memory if it thought a yeti was going to be a problem for him. Honestly. Slightly insulted, he didn't
even move as the tall creature lumbered towards him. It was dangerous enough to
normal witches and wizards, as it was quite ferocious and loved the taste of
human flesh. It stood nearly nine feet tall, and was nearly as thick around as
a tree. It resembled an ape, and it was one of the biggest problems the
Ministry had with the regulation of magical creatures. One was always being
sighted by some muggle or another, and they had some ridiculous name for it. It
kept comingardsards him, slowly and slightly bent over, but he knew it could
move much faster.

"Can I keep the fur?" He called to the demon, sincerely
curious since they were quite rare. Yeti fur was as smooth as silk once it had
been cleaned, and was impervious to stains, which made it highly prized. Most
people couldn't get close enough to kill one however, and he and Blaise had
only hunted thestersters twice. Which is how he knew that it wouldn't be too hard
to slay the stupid thing.

"If thee can kill it." The demon agreed, its tone almost
comforting, but Draco saw right through it. At least the yeti made sense now.
It was just a test. Or so he hoped. Slightly more enthusiastic since he could
keep the fur, he moved to meet the creature.

"Oi, stupid!" He called, and the yeti lifted its shaggy
black head. Beady eyes that reminded him vaguely of a shark's latched onto him,
and Draco dampened the flow of power leaking from his skin. There was no need
to keep such an open link for a creature the likes of which he had killed
before his third year. "Come on boy, you can make it. I promise not to
draw your death out too long."

lasslass=MsoNormal>The creature appeared to understand the meaning of his jeering words, at least, and its speed picked up. It
rushed him in a charge of blind fury, and he stepped nimbly to the side,
kicking it in the lower back as it sped past him. It fell face first in the
snow, grunting and getting back to its feet slowly. Too slowly. His left blade
slashed out just as its face lifted, and he took out the eye closest to him,
not wanting to damage its fur. The creature howled as its eye popped, and
thick, foul fluids ran down both his blade and its face. Dancing agilely
backwards, Draco wiped the filth from his sword in the snow, idly watching the
darkfire lick at the small, crystalline flakes.

The creature was still screamingd qud quickly getting bored, Draco
sat down upon the snow, stretching out his legs. Noticing a scuff on his boots,
he buffed it off with the end of his Quidditch robes, and pondered over the
fact that this wasn't nearly as dangerous, life threatening or exciting as he
had originally thought. Remembering his comment to that stupid bicorn a couple
of weeks back, he smirked. Yes, perhaps the Deep Lords weren't as fearsome as they'd thought. The creature finally stopped
its insufferable screeching, and charged towards him again. Its aim was off
because of lost depth perception, but he could have easily avoided it anyway.

Very nearly yawning, he blocked its swinging fist, twisting around
and taking its legs out. Looking down at it, he rolled his eyes again at the
too-easy kill and backed off, letting it regain its feet. He figured he might
as well let it have one more go before finishing it. It would put a little more
time towards Blaise finishing the spell, at any rate. The creature, quite
typically, charged him again, and he,rougroughly disgusted with such an
unworthy opponent, decided to grant the large, moronic beast a favor and give
it a swift death. Still not wanting to damage the fur, he twisted and leaped as
it drew even with him, quickly sheathing his swords and putting a pale hand on
each side of its head as he perched upon its back. Then, with one quick,
forceful yank, he broke its neck like a piece of kindling.

"Please tell me that the next�thing you dredge up will be a bit more challenging." He called
out to the Deep Lord, landing on his feet again and vanishing the yeti's body
so that the treacherous demon couldn't steal it back simply because Draco
wanted it.

"Oh yessss." It hissed. "The next ssshould be quite
a challenge, child of godsss."
It stressed the last part, and the first twinge of worry appeared in Draco's
icy mental shield. By naming him a descendent of a god, and therefore a
descendent of that god's entire bloodline, the demon upped the stakes. He had a
creeping feeling that he would not be fighting three more consecutive foes. And probably not only three. Wonderful.

The portal opened again, and seven figures poured out that time.
But these were not mere yeti. They were his mortal enemies. Werewolves. The vampire in him leapt to
the forefront, a deep-seated, primal rage engulfing his entire being. His fangs
grew to longer, sharper proportions then they did when he was simply feeding,
and claws sprung from his fingers instantaneouslhe ghe growling pack moved in
on him, and he hissed a warning, drawing his swords again and once more letting
his power rise and surface full-force. The blinding silver glow confused the
werewolves, and he struck hard and fast, slicing the nearest wolf open from
shoulder to hip.

Another, quickly recovered, jumped at him, and he impaled its
stomach with one sword, drawing the yelping beast close and baring its neck.
Its sweet, satisfying blood pumped down his throat, and he kicked another wolf
back as it sprung at him from the side. Not having time to draw the feeding
out, he drained the wolf in bare moments, throwing its limp body at the next
that tried its luck. Three of them leapt at him at once, their movements swift
and sure, and he took off one's head, sunk a blade to the hilt in another's
neck, but didn't have time to get away from the third. Claws dug into his side
their full four incheendiending fire through every nerve ending.

Not having enough time for more then a spotrapirapid healing, he
ripped the wolf off of him and threw it to the side like a rag doll. Three dead and four to go, his thoughts
raced, while the sweet, cold rage continued infusing him from head to toe.
Every cell within his body called out to kill the creatures in front of him, to
repay the blood-debt the twisted beings owed his kind from ages long past. The
four remaining wolves circled him slowly, cous ous after the deaths of their
pack mates. Their amber eyes reflected his silver light back at him, and the
same fury he felt burned inside their gazes as well. Running footsteps sounded
from behind him, and he moved sideways, keeping an eye on the circling wolves
while seeing what was coming. When he did, he almost dropped his sword.

"Potter?" He
questioned in disbelief, mechanically blocking one springing wolf's attack.
Sure enough, there was the idiotic Gryffindor twit, running hell-bent towards
him with a silver sword in one hand and his wand in the other. "What in
the holy fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to help you,
you stupid bastard! What do you think!?" Potter called back, approaching
them and slowing slightly. Another wolf sprung, and Draco momentarily forgot
about Potter as the wolf's blood called to him. It was the one that he had
first wounded, and the gash on its side was bleeding profusely. Swinging with
his right arm, his fist and his sword's hilt slammed into the werewolf's skull
and knocked it to the ground, unconscious.

"Fool!" He snapped at Potter, seeing the remaining
wolves beginning to turn towards him. Having a good mind to sit back and watch
the moron get brutally ripped apart piece by piece, he began to sheathe his
swords when another bolt of energy shot through his Mark.

'As amusing as that
might be, dear Chosen, the human boy is needed. Thee must save him.'

'What!? You've got to
be kidding me! He got himself into this shit!'

'Foolish bravery runs
deep, as does misplaced love. I know only that thee shall have need of his
blood one day. Trust him not, for something dark, yet strange, poisons his
mind, but thee must save him all the same, my Chosen.'

Cursing savagely and feeling vaguely ill at Cocidius mentioning
Potter and love together, Draco moved like lightning and jumped on the wolf's
back that had been about to take out Potter's throat. The absolute bloody genius was trying to stupefy it. How pathetic. Feeling more than a bit vindictive over having to
help the idiot, Draco caught his eyes as the wolf bucked underneath him, and
smirked cruelly before sinking claws into the wolf's throat and ripping it
open. Blood sprayed in a wild, warm arch, splattering over Potter's stunned
face and even hitting Draco. Dropping off the dead wolf's back, Draco licked
his lips automatically and ducked as another wolf sailed over him. It twisted
when it landed, snarling and moving towards them as its last pack mate joined
it.

"Would you please explain why in the fuck you decided to
curse me with your company?&quoracoraco snapped as Potter fell into step with
him. "And do tell me that sword is at least
enchanted. I know even you couldn't
be quite dim-witted enough to run out in front of a demon with some muggle blade." Potter shot him a
glare before turning back to the advancing wolves.

"Its not 'some mugglede',de'," Potter said through
clenched teeth. "It's Gryffindor's. Dumbledore gave it to me. And you
looked like you could use some help with the
pack of bloody werewolves trying to kill
you."

"So you thought you were
a good candidate? Besides, I didn't, and still don't, need your help. It does appear our roles are quite reversed
inside your feeble little mind." Draco hissed, completely furious about
having to practically baby-sit the helpless little shit, and doubly that
because of the four-footraitraitors that still breathed before him.

"Shut up, Malfoy! Now how do we kill them?" Potter asked
in his utterly na�ve way, and Draco shoved him backwards, redrawing a single
sword and letting darkfire fill his other hand.

"We aren't doing
shit." Draco snarled as the first wolf became bolder, and his words were
strangely similar to those that he had spoken to Virginia. Strange also was how
they were directed first at one he loved, and then at one he altogether
detested. "You're going to move
your lily-white arse backwards and get the fuck out of my way. Or did you
prefer to die today? I'm sure we could arrange something."

"If you can kill them, so can I! You're no better than me,
Malfoy!" Potter retorted, and in a classically stupid move, he turned to
face Draco, taking his attention off of the werewolves.

&;They attacked simultaneously, and Draco shoved Potter to the
ground, ignoring his cry of protest. Wonder Boy shut up, though, as he saw
Draco throw up a black shield, which the two wolves crashed into. The darkfire
burned through fur and skin in moments, and the creatures yelped and whimpered,
scurrying away before it could kill them and licking their wounds. More
footsteps came from behind, and Draco stifled a groan. Not again. Feeding more energy into the shield, he turned to see
another six werewolves trying to flank them. He was actually sort of relieved.
At least he didn't have two people he
had to watch after. One was bad enough, especially considering the half-blood
brat that it happened to be.

"Fuck! Potter, on youet!&et!" He said, grabbing the
other boy up by his scarlet robes. Potter didn't even protest after he saw more
of the wolves running towards them. "Alright, do you really want to
help?" Draco questioned, watching as the wolves loped closer and closer to
where they were.

"Yes." Potter replied seriously, looking over at him.
The last near-death experience seemed to have sobered him a bit. Thanking
Cocidius for small favors, Draco nodded.

"Fine. Run." <
<

"What??"

"Run, you deaf simpleton!" Draco sneered, shoving him
away. "I'm serious! Now, go!"

"Why in the hell should I-"

"Goddamnit, Potter!" Draco shouted, at the end of his
patience. "I need at their backs!"p>

Understanding flashed across Potter's face, and Draco felt like
hitting him. Cursing, he shoved him again, and Potter finally got the idea,
running as fast as he could toward the far end of the pitch, away from the
remaining students. The werewolves hesitated for a split second, looking between
an enemy that had already killed off quite a few of them, to the fleeing human.
Then they took off after Potter at once, just as Draco had known they would do.
The two behind his shiean aan around it, joining the other wolves, and Draco
once more put up his sword before taking off after them. Calling in a fistful
of darkfire and anr ofr of lethal ice, the chase begun.

One wolf noticed the danger coming from behind, but it was too
late, as it had barely turned its furry head when the ice slammed into it. It
went flying and tumbling through the air, before hitting snow much harder than
it should have been. He was on the wolf in a second, and the ice had already
spread over its entire body. Its eyes were still moving wildly, but one sharp
hit to the chest had it breaking into nothing more than glittering shards. Then
he was back on his feet, and a few running steps later, he leaped, crashing
into two more wolves. They went down in a tangle of limbs and fur, and he
rolled to the side, grabbing the muzzle of one wolf and letting darkfire race
straight off his hand and into its body.

It began twitching madly, crumbling to dust, and he jumped to his
feet, slamming his booted heel on the head of the other before it even knew what
had happened after the fall. Taking off again, he saw Potter almost collide
with the far goal posts, and the remaining werewolves were slowing, obviously
intending to play with him a bit. Deciding that he could do much the same,
Draco shifted in mid-sprint, and between one footfall and the next, muscles
twisted and changed, flesh melted and fur flowed. He landed on four feet, his
black-striped silver fur glowing with its own light as a single leap covered
the considerable distance between himself and the wolves.

He landed in their center, right behind Potter, and they jumped in
surprise. With a deep, feline roar, he launched himself at them, one massive
paw swiping out and gutting the nearest wolf before his bulk slammed into the
others. His senses were screaming at him as teeth sunk into his left
hindquarter, and a powerful kick with the injured leg had the wolf's fangs
ripping loose, tearing muscle and crunching bone as the creature wasckedcked
back. His own teeth had another wolf by the throat, and blood shot out as he
shook it, soaking the front of his fur. Spinning on the last two wolves, one of
which was getting back up, he recognized the rising one's scent as that of a
pack leader.

Growling low in his throat, he advanced slowly, a second from springing
when Potter jumped in front of him, shouting something about him being wounded.
Slightly dumbfounded at the Gryffindor's daftness, he wasn't able to react fast
enough when he felt another wolf sneak up behind him. The damned thing was on
his back before he could turn, its teeth clamping around his neck from behind.
Cursing Potter with everything he had, he tried to shake the creature off,
scent telling him it was the one he'd left unconscious across the field. Which
just proved his belief to not to leave any of your enemies alive.

And he wouldn't have if that bastard hadn't come running over in
the first place, playing the stereotypical hero. The other wolves, apparently
abandoning Potter as they saw that their comrade had him, leaped on top of him
too and managed to flip him over. Drawing his legs in to protect his belly, he
cursed again as the second wolf's teeth sank into the vulnerable part of his
throat and the third's ripped into his shoulder. The world began slowly going
black, and his limbs felt so very heavy�Fighting against the pull, he
determined that the thing's fangs hadn't broken the skin on the front of his
throat, since it had iced over, instinctively protecting itself.

That didn't stop his air from being cut off though, and the three
werewolves together almost equaled his weight as a much-larger-than-normal
tiger. If he could get to his feet�Why was it so hard to concentrate?
Struggling, he almost managed to get the wolf off of his shoulder, but the
first wolf let go of the back of his neck and threw its weight fully on top of
him. The darkness in front of his eyes was growing more and more distinct, and
all he could think of was tearing Potter's head off. Everything would have been
fine if he hadn't interfered, not
once but twice. Renewed rage coursed
through him, but it wasn't enough. Feeling himself sinking into darkness, he
thought he was hallucinating when two voices exploded inside his mind.

'Non, mon �me! Venir
en arri�re!' Was that Blaise? ((No, my soul! Come back!))

'Draco! Please, no!' And�Virginia?

'I can't,' he tried to say, but
wasn't sure that he wasn't just talking to himself in the first place.

'You must, cher un,
you cannot leave us!' ((dear one))

'Fight it, Draco!
Blaise is almost done! Please!' Her voice cut off with a sob, and he knew
there was something he could do, but
he couldn't think�

'I can't-can't
remember�The demon�'

'Is fogging your mind
as your strength wanes under its beast's teeth! Remember your birthright, souverain de mon coeur!' ((prince of my heart))

As if a veil had been lifted, Draco came
back to himself, his mind clearing of the confusion spell. Every ounce of fury
came back tenfold, and a burst of power had the wolves flying backwards like
leaves in a storm. Springing to his feet, adrenaline cloaking the pain from his
few, but serious, wounds, he scanned the area, searching for other threats. The
three wolves had been shredded into bits by the icy explosion, and Harry was
standing a few yards away, just out of range of his controlled blast. Snarling
at the Gryffindor's guilty expression, he shifted back, quickly surveying the
damage done to his body.

His left hip was shattered, but healing,
and his left arm was hanging uselessly as the shoulder wound began to slowly
close. Blood was trickling steadily down his back from the rear neck wound, and
his robes and skin on his right side were hanging in tatters. The front of his
throat felt bruised and was making it hard to breathe, and he knew that the
wounds, since made by werewolf claws and teeth, would take a while to
completely heal. Looking up at Potter, his thoughts froze over. He was going to
kill him. Potter seemed to realize his intentions, and his emerald eyes
widened. Moving swiftly, Draco appeared before him and raised a blue-tinged fist.

The Mark on his arm flashed, Cocidius's
words running through his infuriated consciousness, and he barely had time to
pull back before the killing blow landed. Stumbling and grabbing his forearm, he
shot a hate-fed look at the boy standing shocked before him. Tearing his gaze
away, he ripped off the bottom length of his robes, and tore that part into
strips. Working speedily as the demon began moving towards them, he removed his
sheathes and slid his robes the rest of the way off, bandaging his shoulder. At
least he was regaining movement in his arm. When he was satisfied with that, he
wrapped the remaining strips around his bare abdomen, covering the wound on his
side. Kicking his ruined robes out of the way, he replaced his swords and faced
the leisurely approaching threat.

"I-" Potter started hesitantly. "I should have
listened to you. I didn't mean for you to get hurt, I just wanted to
help." The boy said, and the nauseous green tint that he'd acquired when
Draco had dressed his wounds was still lingering on his face.

"You're damn right you shoulve lve listened to me."
Draco snapped, licking his fingers free of his blood and beginning to rapidly
re-braid his hair since it was coming loose and falling in his face, not to
mention rubbing against his hurt back.

"I'm�I'm sorry,
okay?" Potter stressed, and Draco's fingers missed a beat. Potter had just apologized? To him?
Finding the situation suddenly quite humorous, Draco decided to string him along
a bit. He could see quite a few possibilities for this new turn of events.
Forcing his face into a considering expression, he added a bit of loathing just
to be realistic.

"You-You mean that,
Potter?" He asked, loving how sincere he sounded. What a fucking joke.
Potter looked surprised, yet pleased at the same time. Congratulating himself
on his brilliance, Draco gave a faked weak grin as the demon's voice rumbled
over the pitch.

"Impressssive, iccce princcce." It hissed, once more
dropping into a crouch. "And who might thy little human friend be?"

"Harry Potter." Draco replied nonchalantly, loving the
flicker that crossed Potter's face when he hadn't protested the 'friend' part
like he usually would have. Chuckling quite evilly to himself, he drew his
swords. "So, do you still stick by your earlier claim?"

"Well, I mussst, mussstn't I?" The Deep Lord questioned
sarcastically. "But 'tisss alright. After I kill thee, I ssshall have all
of thy blood that I desssire."

"Ahh, now there's the million-galleon question." Draco
replied, flexing his injured arm and feeling the slow, steady burn that
testified his body was healing itself. "Because I don't believe that you
can."

"Draco."
Potter hissed under his breath, and it took Draco a moment to realize who had
said it since it had been his first name spoken, not his last. "What the
hell are you thinking? You can't
fight that thing right now! You're hurt!"

"Shut the fuck up."
He whispered back viciously, about two seconds from ripping the blabbering
fool's tongue out. How much stupider could he honestly get? They were facing a demon, and he acted as if the thing
couldn't hear them. Yes, Draco might be hurt, but drawing weaknesses to the
thing's attention was an incredibly moronic thing to do. Taking a deep,
steadying breath, he stopped himself from utterly losing his mind and murdering
the little twerp.

"Thy ssshall regret not sssurrendering when it isss
done." The Deep Lord said, its voice like screeching, crunching metal.

"We shall see." Drapat,pat, both he and the demon moving
forwaPottPotter made to follow him, and he stepped to the side so he could yell
at him. "This is not your fight!
You'll just get yourself killed." He told him, but he recognized the
bull-headed look crossing Potter's features.

"I'm not letting you do it alone! I'm going to help you, damn it! That's what friends do!" Potter practically screamed.
Draco barely stopped himself from laughing outright. Ooooh, this is even better than I thought.

"Friends,
Potter?" He asked, having to fight to keep the derisive, mocking lilt from
his tone. The demon continued its forward movement, andter ter nodded warily.

"If you want to be."

Draco pretended to think it over for a second.
"Alright." He said, and Potter's eyes glinted strangely. Recognizing
that look for what it was, he experienced that vaguely ill feeling again.
Potter didn't seem to notice, probably didn't even really know what was shining
on his face as plain as day, and Draco once more considered just letting him
die. 'Thee must save him�' His Lord's
earlier statement echoed in his skull, and he inwardly groaned. The demon drew
closer, and he made the only decision he could. He threw a restraining,
protective shield over Potter and moved to face the Deep Lord. He could
distantly hear Potter pounding upon the shield, yelling at him, but he didn't
have time to worry about him anymore.

If he failed, everyone was going to die anyway. When he felt a
sick sense of satisfaction at that thought, he made himself remember the other
Slytherins, Virginia, Blaise�It strengthened his resolve, but it also made him
desperately want to look over at them, pick them out in the crowd of his green
and black-clad Housemates. Ignoring the urge, he kept his eyes on the demon,
who was raising a hand covered in darkfire. It threw the black and purple ball
of flames, and it flew straight towards him. He waited until the last second
and leapt out of the way, rolling when he hit the ground and regaining his feet.
He sent his own blast of power as he deflected another with the blade of his
sword.

It ricocheted off, sailing away a few dozen feet and crashing into
the ground, leaving a smoking rut behind it like a meteor would. The demon
rushed him, and he stayed utterly still as the earth quaked under his feet.
Calling upon his power, he waited until the thing was almost on him before
letting his aura slip his skin once more, the silver glow brighter than ever
before as Cocidius fed him additional power through the Mark. It bellowed,
throwing a hand up over its sensitive eyes, and he sped between its legs,
cutting a huge length of its lower right calf open as he passed underneath it.
It howled, rising to its full height and spinning around.

"Thee ssshall die much more ssslowly for that, little vampling!" It roared, cracking its whip in the
air before it.

The long length of human flesh almost caught him, but he managed
to get it wrapped around his sword instead of his chest. The blade was yanked
out of his hand, and flew almost all the way to where the other Slytherins
stood in a concealing circle. Shrugging mentally, he called in a sphere of icy
magic, and lobbed one after the other at the demon as he tried to continue
ignoring his growing pain. His wounds were beginning to throb since he was
pushing himself to his usual endurance while he was still healing, and it was
stag tog to take a toll on him. He barely had time to throw up a silver shield
when the next ball of darkfire came sailing towards him, and the force of the
impact nearly knocked him to the ground.

He twisted away, feeling the blood flow faster down his b and and
threw his own blast of energy at the demon. It hit dead on, and he continued
feeding power into the consecutive stream, the demon's scream the sweetest
possible melody to his ears. Cutting the flow off when the Deep Lord cracked
his massive whip again, he dove to the side. The whip barely grazed him, but it
did so on his mangled side. Agony shot throughout his form, a red haze lining
his vision. The poison on the whip started its work immediately, although he
knew it wouldn't be lethal to him if he could heal it within the next few
hours. And if he couldn't do that, then it meant he was already dead.

Hitting the ground hard, he took half a moment to get his breath
back before rolling again as he sensed the whip coming down. It slammed into
the snow right beside him, and he lashed out with his sword, severing a good
five feet of it. At least it lessened the reach a bit. Thick, greenish-brown fluid
leaked out of it, and the disconnected end flopped around like a snake with its
head cut off. That thought brought another plan to his mind, and he swiftly
pondered the probability of it working. Not havinbettbetter idea, he jumped to
his feet and took off running in order to give himself time and room. The demon
laughed, thinking him conquered, and he sneered maliciously at the idea of
giving up.

Not a chance, he thought to
himself, and he forced himself to go faster. The mix of the werewolf poison and
the poison of the whip raced through his bloodstream, pain on its heels, and he
clenched his teeth. Reaching a spot that seemed as good as any, he turned to
see the demon thirty yards away and closing fast. He quickly vanished his
remaining sword and the sheathes, before dropping to the gro Scr Screwing his
eyes shut and bracing himself, he attempted a shift that he'd never tried
before and prayed that it would work. Now was not a good time to splinch
himself. As he felt himself growing and stretching, as he felt his arms melt
into his sides and his legs fuse together, he opened his eyes only to see the
world completely differently than he had a moment before.

His sight was weak, which was new, but flicking out his tongue
told him more about his surroundings then his eyes ever could. He was towering
twenty feet over the ground, and still had another thirty coiled underneath
him. Scales rippled where flesh once had, and he could taste the venom dripping
from his fangs, each of which felt longer than a full-grown human's leg. He had
a moment to rejoice in his successful transformation, before the demon was
before him. It swung one clawed hand, which was even with his head, and he
curved his long, sinuous body to the side easily, barely even having to try. He
kept his head lowerthouthough, as he didn't want to try that weapon until the spell Blaise was working on had activated.

The demon swung again and again, but Draco could move remarkably
fast for being inside such a huge body. His wounds were still plaguing him,
even worse than before because of the strain the shift had caused, but he
couldn't bring himself to care as he slithered away from another blast of
darkfire. Lifting himself as far up as he could, he would have found himself
eye to eye with the Deep Lord had he looked up. As it was, his tongue flickered
madly, readings of his surrounding pouring into his brain like crazy. He dodged
the whip again and struck at the same time, his fangs sinking in to the demon's
neck and shoulder.

He found, to his delight, that he could still feed in his current
form, and mouthful after mouthful of powerful blood swamped his senses. He was
thrown back after a short time of the demon struggling, but it was enough for
the blood he had received to cancel out dragging pain for the moment. He had
never tasted demon blood before, and what he had figured would be foul and
sludgy was in reality as smooth as satin and better than an aged red wine. The
demon, infuriated, brought the back os fis fist down with dizzying speed, and
it connected with the side of Draco's head, hard. As he fell to the side,
facing the mass of students, he only had time to shut his eyes, nothing more.

It was fortunate that he had remembered to do so, as it was
well-know that a basilisk's gaze is fatal, and he curled in on himself when he
hit the ground. He was hurt, yes, but he planned to make the demon think him
more injured than he truly was. He needed it to get close, to make sure his
gaze would have the maximum potency if it even worked on the Deep Lord at all.
He didn't have long to wait, as the demon came speeding up and kicked him,
sending him rolling across the pitch as he stayed limp. He knew he was heading
towards the students, but he couldn't do anything about it without giving
himself away. Readying himself for the next blow, he was surprised when it
never came.

"Over here, you ugly son of a bitch!" A female voice cut
through his mind like razors as he recognized it. Letting his tongue flick out
the barest minimum, he discovered that it was
Virginia, and that she was moving forward towards the demon, blood already
dripping off her blades from something. The first drop of fear entered him, and
he had never been more relieved in his life then when he heard the next voice,
knowing that its owner would protect her.

"Yes, do come
play." Blaise's voice crawled across his tongue almost tangibly, coming
from less than five or six yards away, near where the tip of his tail rested
beside his head. "I can't think of anything I would rather do at the moment
than banish you back to the dank, scorching hole you crawled out of. Well,
except for killing you, of course."

"Ssso there thy are." The Deep Lord hissed. "Come
out of hiding, have thee? Too bad thee waited ssso long. I'm afraid thy iccce
princcce has already fallen." Two familiar explosions of power came from
his left, and Draco reveled in the scent of his lovers' released magic. He
could also feel the portal opening in the ground behind him, proof that Blaise
had been victorious in pulling off the spell.

"You haven't defeated him as long as he still breathes! And
you shall have to go through us to reach him." Blaise stated venomously,
and he and Virginia moved in front of Draco.

"As thee sssaysss, thunder princcce. Thy ssshall both die
with him then!" The demon exclaimed, and Blaise moved directly in front of
Draco's head.

With the barest of movements, Draco extended his tongue, letting
it brush the back of Blaise's leg lightly. He felt the muscle in his lover's
leg tense, and he knew Blaise understood that he was better than he seemed and
that the plan had changed. The demon tossed a ball of darkfire at Blaise, and
he blocked it with one ebentine sword. The flames rebounded and flew down the
pitch, crashing into something with a loud 'BANG'. He didn't know what it was
until Blaise began cursing. Apparently, it had hit the shield covering and
trapping Potter, and the Gryffindor git was free, once more coming to 'help'.
Blaise, thanks to Virginia, already knew what Potter's earlier interference had
caused, and he was not happy. Draco
had other things to worry ab how however, such as his plan.

Striking out before he could lose conciousness, and in a move so
fast that it very nearly shocked even him, Draco knocked Virginia out of the
way and pushed up and to the side, wrapping around the demon's body and
constricting with every ounce of strength he possessed. Its arms were trapped
under his powerful coils, its legs squeezed together, and they fell to the
earth as it lost its balance. His wounds were shrieking in protest, his head
swimming and cracking, but he refused to lose it after he had pulled the risky
move off to perfection. Lifting his badly injured head, he finally looked the
Deep Lord right in the eyes. The body underneath him froze, and he internally
howled with triumph. It wasn't dead, but he hadn't expected to kill it. It was petrified, however. His fangs sank
into steaming flesh once more, and he gave a tremendous push against the
demon's mind, breaking past its inner mental barriers.

'Ssso be it!' The Deep Lord roared. 'But the Dark Court ssshallr ofr of Lord
Cocccidiusss'sss betrayal!'

'And what of your own
betrayal by attacking his Chosen in the first place? Do not waste your time
trying to trick me regarding Hell's laws. Now say it or meet your end!'

'I revoke my word! The
Iccce Princcce'sss blood is worth my life!' As the words left it, Draco twisted his
head, never withdrawing his fangs, and let his blood trickle into the demon's
mouth.

The air cracked and boomed around them as the Underworld heard its
cry and acknowledged the Deep Lord's oath-breaking. A small, black symbol burned
itself into Draco's scaly side, a sign of the debt owed to him. Not waiting a
moment more, Draco used the last of his strength to shoot into the air, the
demon secured tightly in his clutches. Hurriedly unwinding his coile kee kept
the grip he had with his fangs and tossed the Deep Lord into the
blacker-than-black portal that had opened in the ground. It screamed inside his
mind once more, believing itself about to die, but the scream cut off as the
demon disappeared, the portal banishing it back to the Underworld.

Collapsing, not a drop of energy left to so much as lift his head
with, he let himself shift back. His wounds were all bleeding freshly again,
the healing that had been done ruined in the last struggle with the demon. The
damage to his hip had actually worsened, his shoulder was dislocated under the
shredded flesh, the front and back of his neck were throbbing, and blood had
completely soaked through the bandage around his middle. Not to mention that
his head felt as if it were splitting open. He could also feel the burn of the
debt-mark on his right hand, but it was nothing compared to the rest. His
vision was foggy and he only dimly saw three figures rush up to him.

"Draco! Mon �me, can you hear me!?" Blaise's silky voice
questioned as each of his hands were latched onto. He fuzzily wondered what had
his boyfriend sounding so panicked, but everything was fading out of
comprehension.

"Shit! Draco, baby, please say something!" Virginia
begged from beside him, and a weird sort of inner peace filled him when he
hazily realized that they were both with him. He tried to answer her but his
mouth wouldn't work, so he gave up, and seconds later he couldn't really
remember what he was attempting to do anyway.

"He's lost too much blood!" Another recognizable voice
shouted, and more seemed to be speaking up from everywhere and nowhere.

His hands started tingling, followed shortly by his Mark, and wave
after wave of healing energy ran through him. His vision began to clear again,
and he could make out his lovers' shapes hovering over him. Blaise's features
were masked with concentration and desperation, and he wondered just how badly
he was really hurt. Virginia's look mirrored his, and the energy kept coming
and coming. Vitality slowly returned to his limbs, cracking the black mist
surrounding his mind, and he sucked in a deep breath. Someone above him sobbed,
and he turned his eyes from the stars above him back to Virginia. Clearing his
dry throat, he was able to speak on the third try.

"I'm alright." He said, his voice sounding hoarse, and
she leaned down, planting a tear-laced kiss upon his lips softly, as if she
feared he would break. Blaise's kiss was nothing resembling soft or gentle
however, and Draco immediately realized that he had sliced his tongue open
beforehand, the power-filled blood mingling in their mouths.

"Back away!" He heard Severus yelling at the gawking
students, and they reluctantly broke the kiss. "Back away, I said!"

"My sword." Draco whispered as he remembered the blade that
had been knocked from his hand. Virginia made a face and Blaise rolled his
midnight eyes, but both preformed and 'Accio'
spell at once, and then grinned at each other when they realized it. His
missing blade fell into his lap, and he sat up, the wounds still aching under
the pain-numbing spells. He could feel that Blaise had neutralized the poisons
in his system, but because of them, they hadn't been able to fully heal the
damage yet.

"Draco�" Virginia started to protest as he rose to his
feet, but he pulled her up with him and silenced her with a thorough kiss,
vanishing his sword. Blaise's biting words brought him back from the bliss
found in her warm lips.

"You almost ruined it all, you fucking idiot! Why couldn't
you just listen!?"

"I didn't know, all
right!" Harry snapped back, and anger leaked into Draco's veins once more.
That absolute bloody bastard�
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