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Author's Note: Once again, I do not speak French. I am using a dictionary/translator on my
computer, so I'm aware it won't be perfect. If you do speak French, I would
like to apologize now for any slaughtering of the language I may have
inadvertently caused. Otherwise, what do you care, right?

French translations: ((example))

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Hermione had never seen anything like it in her life, and doubted
she ever wouldin. in. It's definitely not everyday that you see three of your
peers decide to fight a demon. Hermione had been terrified from the moment the
thing had appeared, and Harry and Ron had dragged her off to the side,
underneath the Quidditch stands. There had been no hope of leaving, as the exit
had jammed up remarkably fast, and even the Professors and looked grim and
scared. Dumbledore's face had been a mask of sorrow and defeat as he'd seen
Ginny, Draco and Blaise go out to meet the thing, and Hermione's heart had
caught in her throat.

o:p>

Ron had made to run after him, but Hermione had caught his arm,
begging him with her eyes not to leave her alone. She'd known that there was nothing the two of them could have done against a
demon, and had doubted that even Harry would be much help. Ron had
understood immediately, of course, and his face had softened a bit as he'd wrapped
her up in a tight hug. She'd heard more people start to scream again, and had
pulled away. The same nine, hooded figures that she had seen with Draco, Blaise
and Ginny that night in the Ministry had been making their way across the
field, gliding with the eerie grace of Dementors.

So it hadn't been too surprising that everyone had thought them a
new threat until they had descended upon the wolves in a silent fury, literally
ripping them apart within three blinks. There had been a wolf for every one of
them, and two had already lay dead at Ginny's feet. The other group of
werewolves had been thinned thanks to Draco, and she'd seen him yell at Harry,
shoving him until the other boy had run. The wolves had taken off after him,
and Draco had followed in a mad chase of amazingly quick death. He'd shifted at
the end into an absolutely breathtaking tiger, larger
than any she'd ever seen before and whose fur was actually silver, like his
hair.

The nine guards had surrounded Ginny, running healing hands over four
deep, nasty looking cuts on her upper arm, but her eyes had never left Draco. She'd
cursed suddenly, and they'd all turned in time to see Harry jump between an about-to-spring
Draco and two snarling wolves. The distraction was nearly fatal. A third wolf,
one that she knew wouldn't have gone unnoticed otherwise, had jumped on Draco's
back, and it went downhill from there. Hermione had honestly thought him dead
when Ginny had sobbed, swaying, and would have fallen had the guards not caught
her, her face a deathly white, the rose fading from her lips and eyelids.

Arp 'rp 'CRACK' had had them all turning to the shield that Blaise
had been in, and Hermione had nearly fainted, thinking him dead. Because his
body had still been just as it was moments before, except there had been another him, a
dark, ghostly him that had lifted its hand and slammed it into the shield
again, lightning exploding from the contact and making the same loud, cracking
noise. Its lips had been moving frantically and Ginny had begun thrashing and
mumbling, before another explosion had drawn their attention back to the field.
Tiny bits of�something had been
raining down around Draco, who had been back on his feet, and Ginny's color had
come back as Blaise's transparent image had faded.

p>

The next few minutes had been even more terrifying than the others
had been for Hermione, as she had watched a wounded Draco battle the demon
before performing a shift she wouldn't have thought possible. She'd watched
with bated breath as he'd sunk enormous fangs into the
demon, and not a moment afterwards, the shield surrounding Blaise had
collapsed. His guards and Ginny had rushed in just as the demon had thrown
Draco off and slammed a fist into his head. Ginny had gasped and Blaise's eyes
had held a rage that she had never seen the likes of before, not even when
Ginny had spotted the werewolves.

He had pushed his guards' hands away, his swords suddenly in his
fists, and he andny hny had shared a brief, meaningful look before both had
bolted forward just as the demon had kicked Draco across the field. Short words
had been exchanged before the fight had begun again, Blaise and Ginny directly
in front of Draco's still, lifeless form. She had heard Blaise say that he
still breathed, but she had seen no sign of it. Then Harry had come running up,
free from Draco's shield, and had screamed something about subduing him so he
wouldn't be in pain. Blaise had spun, blocking a huge ball flames, and had
threatened to make children nothing more to him then a distant dream if he did.

He did. Harry had snapped something back and did the spell, but it
had gone horribly wrong. It had looked as if an anvil had slammed into the side
of the basilisk's head, and she still didn't know how Draco had managed to stay
conscious, let alone pull off the move he had seconds later. Twisting up the
demon's body and tightening his coils, his fangs had hit their mark again. The
sky had screamed and the earth had shaken, and Draco had lifted back up,
tossing the demon into the portal Blaise's spell had opened. Blaise and Ginny
had been at his side as he had shifted back, falling in a heap of
blood-streaked, snowy flesh with his long,
frost-coated braid winding behind him.

It had reminded of tof the serpent he'd just been at the time, and
she had run forward to where Harry was saying something about him losing too
much blood. Her limbs had felt heavy as she'd neared
him, his and Blaise's guards closing around him as the other Slytherins had
also drawn closer. She'd braced herself, as she'd seen the blood on him, but
the reality had been quite a bit more brutal. His arm had hung at an awkward
angle from his body, the skin of his shoulder shredded, his hip had been an
absolute mess, his side had been pouring blood while a growing pool of it had been
spreading from underneath him, and the front of his throat had been one huge
bruise.

But the worst had been the wound on his head. The right side had
been crushed, the damage worse that it had been when
he was a basilisk, and she'd felt her stomach churn viciously. Blaise and Ginny
had each grabbed one of his hands, and the destruction had seemed to lessen
right before their eyes. It didn't heal completely, but the bleeding had
stopped and Draco's head had become a normal shape once more. He'd sucked in a
breath and was on his feet again before she'd thought possible, after receiving
a kiss from each of his lovers, who had both been very near panic moments
before. But in the next moments, everything once again changed.

As she stood there, listening to Blaise's cutting words, she
grabbed Ron's hand. She couldn't deny the Slytherin's claims, so she said
nothing. Time seemed to slow as Blaise blew Harry off, turning on one heel and
showing his back, basically saying that he feared
nothing from the other. Something in Harry changed then, and in one awful,
instantaneous second, he raised his sword as if possessed and brought it
swishing down. Draco moved in a flash, suddenly there, and caught the sword.
Blaise was already been turning, but Draco's momentum added to that of Harry's
swing made him fly over the rim of the portal too fast for even his reflexes.

Ginny screamed, making to leap after him as four of the guards
grabbed her arms, and they watched Draco disappear completely. Blaise was
frozen, his eyes full of horror, denial, grief�And then they lifted, landing on
Harry's stunned form, and that terror-inducing intensity filled them again as a
howl was ripped from his throat. The remaining guards did nothing when it
appeared that Blaise was about to slaughter the Boy Who Lived, but they did
move forward when his mood shifted like the wind and he dove for tortaortal. They
latched onto him, pulling and fighting with everything in them, and it was quite obvious that they had much more than just average human
strength. But they sti still losing the battle, and Ginny's struggling grew more fierce as she saw that he would break free.

"Release me!" Blaise demanded, tossing one of the guards
to the sind tnd trying to shake the other's, his eyes beginning to shift and
change. The one who fell jumped back to his feet, his hood opening just enough
to let her briefly glimpse glowing, aureate eyes, before he latched back onto
his master.

"ord,ord, please!"
One of the guards pleaded, a female that had his left
arm and was trying with everything she had to keep her grip.

"Would you leave him there!? Would
you leave him in their very den!?" Blaise
demanded, throwing another guard from him as his own
eyes began to glow. "Release me!"

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"We cannot do that, my lord." Yet another answered, and
Blaise's eyes went distant, cold.

"Gaitus corgua analie cora!"
Blaise hissed in a language Hermione didn't know, and a shiver passed over the
guards, even the ones holding Ginny.

They seemed to be fighting something, but it won out in the end
and they reluctantly let their hands drop. Blaise and Ginny moved triumphantly wardward, and were less than a foot from the rim of the portal when their Marks
flashed again. Something flickered over their faces, clouding their eyes, and
they grudgingly took a step back. The guards seemed to breathe a collective
sigh of relief, like a breeze rustling leaves. Ginny stumbled backwards and
Blaise caught her automatically, his eyes still trained on the portal. Neither
did anything for a long, still moment, the only noise being the Slytherins'
uneven breathing and the whispers of the other students. Then they both turned
on Harry.

"If he dies, you die." They said simply and in unison,
before they sprinted to the far wall, scaled it with ease, and dropped off on
the other side without a backwards glance. Blaise's swords disappeared from
wherey sey still lay upon the grass, along with his and Draco's brooms, and the
guards melted away again, sliding into the shadows under the stands and
probably scaling the walls themselves. It made her wonder if they had always
been there, lurking out of sight and watching over their masters from a
distance.

"Oh shit. What have I done?" Harry asked, and Hermione
slowly turned her eyes to him. He looked normal again, pale and shocked, yes,
but normal, but a tremor still ran down her spine when she remembered the look
in his eyes as he'd swung his sword at Blaise's back. He must have seen what
she was thinking, as he stiffened and drew back. "You're scared of me? Are you shitting me,
'Mione?" She said nothing, just stared into green
eyes that she'd known and loved forever, searching for something that she
couldn't name. "Ron?" He asked, turning to his other best friend.

"I�" Ron started, sounding dazed. He looked over at
Harry then, and there was a hardness there that she had never
seen before. "Why did you do
that?" He finally asked, and Harry looked down. "I mean, don't get me
wrong, I don't like Zabini, but Harry�His
back was turned." He finis spe speaking the words as if they meant
everything. And in a way, they did. No one spoke, not even the surrounding
Slytherins, who were looking quite murderous, as they all waited for his
response.

"I know."
Harry said brokenlinkiinking to the ground, his sword and wand both falling
from his hands. "I don't know what made
me do it, I was just so�Lord, what a good way to start off a friendship,
eh?" Hermione sucked in a breath, as did quite a few others.

"What frienp?&qp?" She asked, wondering if Harry had
taken a blow to the head that she hadn't noticed.

"I asked Draco to be my friend." He said in a resigned
tone, as if nothing mattered anymore. Everyone stayed stock still, barely
daring to breathe as he spoke the impossible.

"That doesn't constitute as a friendship, Potter." Melody snapped,
her eyes slightly red from crying. Another tear leaked out as they watched, and
she kept her head high, as if daring them to mock her grief.

"It does since he said okay!" Harry spat back, the fire
returning to his eyes. The Slytherins all backed away a step, as if he'd just
said that he'd dug up their Founder's body and preformed lewd acts with it. Pansy
recovered first.

"He would never be
friends with you!" She said in a
low, scathing voice. "And if you even

"He is my friend!"
Harry countered, and Pansy's hand shot out, backhanding him across the face and
knocking him to the ground. The girl's eyes were sparkling menacingly, and she
made to kick him when Crabbe and Goyle moved forward, taking her gently and
leading her away a few feet, shielding her from the prying eyes surrounding
them.

"Come on, Harry." Hermione said, hesitating only a
second or two before grabbing his arm and motioning for Ron to take his sword
and wand. "I really think we should leave." He didn't protest as she
and Ron led him away, and the other students and Professors began trickling
away too, leaving the Slytherins and Snape to themselves.

��..

Virginia wasn't thinking as
she and Blaise crashed through the trees. She simply let herself be led. She
wasn't even sure if Blaise had a
certain destination in mind, and she didn't really care. She knew tears were
still pouring down her cheeks, as she could feel the cold streaks they made as
the wind whipped past her face, the trees on rather side of them nothing but a
blur. They went deeper and deeper into the forest, the woods thickening and
blocking out the stars and moon completely. Blaise finally began to slow and
they broke through a line of leafy weeping willows, coming out in a small,
secluded clearing.

It felt like passing through a wall of water, and she knew that there
were wards around the place. She could see the stars again, and the grass looked
almost gray in the weak light. The clearing was surrounded by the thicanciancient trees, and one of the largest willows she'd ever seen stood proudly in
the clearing's center, it's long, trailing branches dragging the ground lightly
as they swayed in the wind. Blaise moved straight toward the tree, taking her
hand in his, something wild and altogether fey dancing in the deep blue depths
of his eyes. He parted the center willow's foliage and swept her through with
him, the leaves falling shut again behind them.

The grass was different underneath its leaves, spelled, and it was
like sitting on one of those muggle marshmallows that Hermione had let her try.
She said nothing, as nothing needed to be said just yet, and simply watched him
place a hand on the tree, bowing his head. The bark shimmered away under his
touch and his hand disappeared inside the new hole, before reappearing with a
l bot bottle. The cap was gone in seconds and the scarlet liquid was pouring
down his throat. She looked a bit closer and realized that it was not wine that
he was consuming as if it were water, but firewhiskey.
Half of the bottle was gone when he finally lowered it, and his eyes were
already beginning to glaze.

He handed the bottle to her wordlessly, and she took it, careful
not to spill any. Firewhiskey could get anything and anyone drunker than shit.
Quickly. That's why it was used sparingly, and usually
only on some sort of occasion. If that night didn't qualify, she didn't know
what did. Raising the bottle to her lips, she took four or five heavy swallows
before lowering it again, the delicious burn snaking through her. She nearly
dropped the bottle, however, when she saw him reaching for a second. Most
people only needed three or four shots before they were devastatingly smashed,
as it was the most potent liquor there was, and he had already downed an entire
half of a bottle.

"Is it safe for you to drink more?" She asked lightly,
yet seriously, and those indigo eyes met hers again.

"Oui. Mon cadavre br�ler il debout vite."
Blaise said, moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her when she
fell against him. ((Yes. My body burns it up quy.))y.))

"Why did He tell us to wait?" She asked quietly after
they'd each had quite a few more swigs of theewhiewhiskey.

"I don't know." Blaise replied, stroking her hair, his
voice beginning to slur a bit. "Cocidius had His reasons, I'm sure."
There was the faintest trace of bitterness laced in that silky tone, and she
pulled away slig in in order to meet his eyes.

"Do you disagree?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed softly. "How could I not?"

"I wouldn't be the one to ask." She answered morosely.
"Seeing as I disagree, too."

"He should not be there alone. He should not be there at
all."

"I know." She said, her head falling back to his
shoulder. His back was against the tree, and she was between his legs, her own back
pressed tightly against his chest. It was like an entire other world within the
den of whispering leaves. She could feel the alcohol beginning its work, and
she took several more swallows, surprised to find that the bottle was almost
empty. Had she really drank that much? She looked over at Blaise's, a giggle
instead of the gasp she'd intended escaping her throat when she saw that that
one was now over halfway empty as well.

"What amuses you, ma cher�?" Gods, she loved that
velvety timbre, loved feeling it soak into her mind and into her skin, loved
when it mixed with another that she cherished just as highly�

"Nothing." She said, the giggle
turning into a sob as she thought of the other half of her heart and soul
trapped in some hellish pit.

"Shh, do not cry, ma soleil. He
would not wish for your tears. He will come back to us or we shall go find him."
Blaise murmured, draining the rest of his bottle and discarding it before
running soothing hands over her arms and down her sides, sending shocks
throughout her system and drawing an involuntary moan from her throat.

Her mind was swimming and going numb, the alcohol doing its job
beautifully, but the worry and pain were still there, mocking
her from the background of her thoughts. Blaise's hand came to a stop on her
thigh, the other on hip hip, and he whispered endearments and nonsense in
French as she shook. Drawing herself together, she
finished off the bottle and let it fall carelessly to the grass, the sounds of
the night soaking into her, more appealing to her at that moment then the
sweetest symphony could ever be. A part of her ached, screamed to be filled,
and she knew that she wasn't the only one with similar sentiments.

They both needed him, like two addicts
needed a fix, even if it was just to gaze upon his silver hair and icy flesh.
They needed each other the same, but then they were both there, weren't they?
It was the absence of one of them in general, not a certain one,
that wrecked havoc on their emotions. They could still feel him, but it
was distant, stretching the Marks farther than they wanted to think about.
Blaise's hand twitched slightly and she moaned again, pushbackback against him.
His breath came out in a hiss, his fingers tightening against her skin, and she
felt him grow hard against her. She wriggled again, her breathing beginning to
hitch as she sought more friction, sought more of him.

"J'ai envie de toi. Fais-moi l'amour." Virginia begged breathlessly,
reduced to a trembling mess at his slightest touch once again. In moments like
these, the French seemed to spill from her, and she didn't know if it was her
urgency or their influence through the Marks, but she didn't care. Because it
never failed to make them both insatiable. ((I want you. Make love to me.))

"Avec plaisir." Blaise growled, flipping her around to
where she was straddling him. ((With pleasure.))

His lips met hers intlyntly, electric currents swamping her senses
and setting her core on firhe ghe ground against him, drawing a moan from his
at aat and biting her own lip hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. His
pupils dilated and followed the errant drop as it rolled over her skin, and a
feral snarl was her only warning before she found herself on her feet again,
her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree and a very welcome mouth
devouring hers. He tasted of lemons as he always did, mixed,
that night, with the thick liquor, but this kiss was different on both their parts.
Their desperation was not of the body but of the soul, as was their need.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as his hands slid underneath her
thighssilysily supporting her weight. His erection ground into her once more
and her lips left his to draw in a ragged breath. She pushed back, twisting her
hips as her hands went to his robes, and they fell to the floor unheeded. His
chest was bare and her eyes ran over it eagerly, soaking up beauty that she
sometimes felt was almost too perfect to touch, as if she'd mar it somehow. She
held no such reservations at the moment, however,
sa
savored the sound of his groan as she drew sharp nails down his skin. She
lapped the charged blood from his chest, the taste of him leaking into every
pore.

Her own robes were discarded within a moment, in a single, smooth
move, and he growled as he saw that she wore nothing underneath them but a
matching set of dark, green silk underwear. The cold air hit her skin, bringing
rushing images of Draco to her mind's eye, and she caught Blaise's mouth with
her own again as she felt the tears once more rising in her throat. His hand
fisted in her hair hard enough to sting, and she moaned again, purposely
running her tongue over one of his sharp canines and letting the sweet elixir fill
their mouths. His hands went to her breasts, the silk falling away at his
touch, and the first hard squeeze on her nipple had her gasping and writhing.

"Baise-moi." She gasped out, freeing his straining
member and wrapping one fist around it tightly. His beautiful eyes fluttered,
and she let her hand heat up as she began moving it up and down his length.
((Fuck me.))

"�tre celle quoi vous vouloir,
beau? Pour moi � foutre vous jusqu'� ce que vous ne
pas savoir crier de nouveau?" He asked huskily, and she was glad that she
wasn't standing, for that tone and those elegant, smutty words would have
surely made her knees give out. ((Is that what you want, beautiful? For me to
fuck you until you can't scream anymore?))

As it was, she merely singed the last strip of silk from her skin
with a thought, guiding him to her entrance and once more begging throatily in
French when he paused, running that satiny head over her most sensitive places
and driving her absolutely insane. He chuckled, a low, vibrating sound that
nearly undid her, but she knew that she heard the faintest trace of a sob of
his own, and understood that he wished as much as she did that another was with
them, matching his movements. But then he was inside her with one quick, rough
thrust, and she couldn't think at all anymore as the first scream was ripped
from her, him filling her completely, as if she had been molded and made for
them in mind.

Every sense, every inch of her body, was enveloped in burning need
and electric impulses, and his lips caught hers once more. That kiss was
hungry, needy, driven by their spirits while their minds sat back and rode the
waves of pleasure sweeping through them. He pulled almost all of the way back
out of her and she whimpered, shoving her hips forward and sheathing him inside
her once more when he made no move to continue, and that chuckle rolled over
her skin again. That was the last of the laughter, though, as all turned into
teeth and skin, moans and thrusts, their passion rising with their voices and
ming ing with the chilled night air.

Their coupling was ecstasy tinged with sorrow, love tinged with
loss, and it made it all the more bittersweet and beautiful. He took both of
her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head and effectively pinning her
to the tree, and the purple was beginning to shine
withie ire irises of his eyes as he drove in and out of her with more force
than a normal human could have endured. It was pure rapture for her, however,
and she slammed back into him just as hard, her screams growing in intensity as
her stomach began to tighten. And when a phantom tongue slid over her clit,
sending shocks into her very bones, con control collapsed and the pleasure
exploded.

When she could finally open her eyes again, they met Blaise's knowing
ones as his pace slowed but continued steadily, and the dark knowledge in them
had her muscles tightening around him again almost immediately. Those eyes
promised her everything, those eyes held a soul that
knew just how to touch her, when and where, and those eyes showed a hunger long
from satisfied. A wicked grin stole across his lips, and he tilted his hips,
hitting her there and earning another
scream for his efforts. That phantom tongue continued its ministrations, but
slowly and lazily, quite like the one who controlled it, and she felt herself
rising to an even higher peak.

Blaise's lips and hands were everywhere, and she found it momentarily strange to have only two hands on her instead of
four. Her eyes lifted to Blaise's and she saw the same thought running behind
those cerulean orbs. Kissing him ravenously, their pace picked up once more,
and she finally broke her mouth away, baring her neck to his gaze and letting
nature and desire do the rest. Oh sweet
gods�Those delectable fangs slid into her flesh, hot, sharp pain lancing
through her deliciously right before the ambrosial pleasure had her in its
grip. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, grinding and dying in
bliss, and she couldn't have cared less.

His fangs finally left her as their bodies simultaneously
tightened, and the only thing that kept them from their usual heights was the
absence of the one that they seemed to crave more than ever. Tears were
streaming down both their f as as their bodies shook with a long, continuous
orgasm, and they mixed on each other's cheeks as their mouths sought one
another out desperately. Their kiss tasted of salt blo blood, the tastes
intertwining as their souls intertwined, and they both screamed his name at the
end, falling bonelessly to the ground and clutching each other tightly as they
shook with heart wrenching sobs, wanting only one thing. To be complete again.

��

Blaise didn't know how long they lay together upon the soft grass,
didn't know how long their souls cried out for one who couldn't answer, and he
only vaguely remembered calling in a blanket to cover them when the cold air
brought too many memories with it. They held onto each other as if they feared
the other would vanish just as Draco had vanished, and neither complained at
the choking grips. They had heard nothing from Cocidius since His orders to
wait and not kill Potter, and their patience was growing thin as their anger
grew thicker. Over and over he saw Draco fall into
oblivion within the portal of his making, knocked there by Potter's errant
swing.

And in Blaise's mind, the bastard might as well have pushed him
in.

"Blaise?" Virginia questioned softly,
and he propped himself up on one elbow to better look at her.

"Oui?"

"Are you going to fight Harry anyway?" She asked, her dark eyes narrowed slightly as they scrutinized a
leaf to his left, obviously feeling the undercurrent of his thoughts. Lifting
one of her corkscrew curls with his free hand, he wrapped it around his finger
as he thought his answer through.

"I meant what I said." He finally replied. "If Dray
dies, so will he."

"Oh, I know that." She said, lifting her eyes to meet
his, and the look of utter depravity in them very nearly had him ravishing her
again. "I meant if Draco lives. Which he will." She hesitated, and
her voice grew distant and small. "Right?"

"Oui, ma �me." Blaise told her, laying a light kiss upon
her brow. "He will be�" Now it was his turn to hesitate. He had
promised not to lie to her, and as much as he wanted to finish that sentence
with 'fine', he couldn't. Her hand grabbed his, her nails digging into his
skin.

"He will be what?"

"He will be aliveot; ot; Blaise said, squeezing her hand
back. "That is all that truly matters."

"Yes." She agreed, imagined horrors racing behind her
eyes. Trying to lighten her mood, he remembered an incident that he had always
found quite amusing, and one that hadn't ended in any disturbing punishment,
which was rare. It was a slight moment in their lives, one without any true
bearing or significance, just a childish moment of revenge, and he was pretty sure that that was why he'd thought of it.

"Do you know what Draco did once when we were little?"
He asked her, brushing her fiery hair back from her face. Her look turned
inquisitive, and he allowed himself a small, if strained, smile.

"What?"

"We were no more than three, I believe, when it
happened." He started, his smile becoming a bit more genuine. "He was
so angry over something trivial, Lucius had taken his broomstick or some such,
and he stormed around the Manor for an entire day, not giving the subject a
rest. He was determined to have revenge, and our mothers found it adorable. I
don't think they thought that he would really do anything about it, so they
humored him. I knew that he would, though, and offered to help him. He actually
told me no, that he didn't want me in trouble too when it was over."

"And you listened?"
Virginia asked, slightly incredulous. Blaise's
eyes sparked, and he ran smoothly calloused fingertips
down her cheek.

p;"He tricked me." He said with a smirk, and her eyes
widened, a slight laugh escaping her. "He said he would need me to save
him from whatever happened as a result. Another day passed, but he did nothing,
nor did he mention it again. Our fathers called us into Lucius's study that
night for our lessons, and it all went as well as could be hoped for at first. Then
Draco stood and said he wanted to show them something he had learned."

"Oooh, I've heard that before."
Virginia said, raising an eyebrow. "And
not just from him." She gave him
an accusing ce, ce, and his smirk grew wider.

"Yes, well, I had
nothing to do with this. They both gave him leave, and he called in a house
elf, whispering to it before it disappeared. It came back a moment later with a
heavy, crystal tumbler full of green dye, and one of Narcissa's hairpins. He then
explained to them, with every ounce of the three years of dignity he had by
then acquired, that he could pin the glass to the wall without any magic, using
only that hairpin."

"What? How on earth did he manage that?" Virginia k'> asked, genuinely
puzzled as she tried to figure out a way that that could work. Blaise
snickered.

"Well, he went to the wall and Lucius followed him to make
sure that he didn't do a quick charm. My f�Jeran and I stayed on one of the
couches, but we could still see as Draco lifted the glass and hairpin, fiddling
with them. He dropped the pin, and with the most angelic expression that I've
ever seen, sweetly asked Lucius to pick it up for him since he was standing on
a chair and would have had to get down. Lucius obliged him, and when he bent
down to pick up the pin, Draco dumped the entire tumbler over his head."

"Oh gods, he didn't!"
Virginia gasped out after she had stopped
laughing, then her eyes widened again. "Wait, didn't you say it was�"

"Full of green dye?" Blaise supplied with a slow, feline
grin. "Yes, yes I did."

"And Lucius didn't�"

"Murder something? I'm sure he probably did. And Draco
wouldn't have gotten off nearly as easily had he not bolted immediately, the
tumbler falling from his hands as he jumped off the chair and hitting Lucius in
the head. I barely got away from Jeran to chase after him, and he'd gone
straight to our mothers' rooTheyThey were appalled at first, until Lucius burst
in with forest green hair and aqua skin. Then they found it all quite hilarious,
as did Severus. Narcissa told him that it was very Slytherin."

"What did Lucius do?" She asked, her tone clearly
stating that she was expecting the worst.

"Cher un, look at me." Blaise said, and her
eyes turned back to his warily. "He did nothing, love. You seem to be forgetting something
fundamental."

"And that would be?"

"We were only three, darling. Our mothetilltill had all
paternal rights. We didn't become our fathers' until our forth birthdays."

��..

Gods, how she wanted to ask more, to ask what that forth birthday
must have been like when their mothers were no longer the safe buffers that
they had been. She wanted to ask about the other years afterwards, the years
that had made that cold, dark place inside them both so frighteningly real and
feral. She wanted to ask exactly what had made them so jaded, so haunted, but
she was terrified of what they might tell her. It didn't matter though, her own fear, that is. All that mattered was trying to
alleviate even a little bit of that hate off their souls. The darkness would
always be there, not that she would change it for the world, but the festering
hate was another story.

But how could she help them with that when she hated their fathers
herself? She hadn't been afraid of hearing those tales from their lips until
two weeks ago. Two weeks ago when she had first woken up screaming, nearly
giving the both of them heart attacks, gibbering about dank cells and chains
that burned. They had known something was really wrong
when she had seen them and screamed louder, her eyes fogged with tears. All she
had remembered was seeing their hair and being taken right back into her dream.
They had woken her fully and she had broken down, distorted images of them
bleeding still spinning through her mind.

It hadn't happened every night since, and she had a strong feeling
it was because they were shielding her sleep, but it did occur every few days. And
it had stirred a degree of loathing in her that she hadn't thought possible.
How any parent could do the things that
she had seen was beyond her, but she didn't pity them for it. However horrible,
it had made them who they were, and she couldn't imagine a world without them. A
different childhood would have been preferable, yes, but they wouldn't have
been the same people by a long shot. Looking back up at Blaise, she
strengthened her resolve. If they could live it, the least she could do was
relive it, however traumatizing it turned out to be for her.

"You will explain my dreams to me later?" She asked,
half-question, half-statement. When he didn't answer, she continued. "You
can't shield me from everything, you know. Some pain is necessary."

"I know." He said simply, rising to his knees.
"Come, ma soleil, let us get dressed." When she just looked at him,
he smirked again. "Do you want to go look for our prince or not?" He
teased, and she bolted upright. ((my sun))

"Now? Really?" She asked anxiously.

"Yes, now. We shall have to be quick, and silent. The Ezut��l
wait in the trees. They know me too well." He said, referring to the nine
guards that were almost surely surrounding the clearing. A sudden thought
seized her.

"I meant to ask you�what are
they?"

"They are many things." Blaise replied, pulling his
robes on as she did the same. "If you're asking what they were originally,
then the answer is Sidhe." She stared.

"I knew they smelt strange," she said eventually,
"but elves?"

"True elves, yes. But that was centuries ago. Now they
are�more."

"Centuries ago? How old are they?"

"They remember when the altars ran pure and the gods sung the
masses to sleep." He said, standing, and she took his offered hand, rising
to her own feet.

"But there were ten before you and Draco forged them
together."

"Oui." A brief look of pain flashed across his face,
quickly stifled. "Arentuil was killed the night our fathers died."
She said nothing, as words would not have helped, and rose up on her toes,
planting a firm kiss upon his full lips. "Complete silence now, ma �me. We
must shadowmelt. Speak only through the Marks." He said as they crept from
underneath the tree, and she nodded her agreement.

They slid from shadow to shadow, virtually invisible, a trick that
the two of them had taught her not too long ago, and one that she loved. They
passed the wards and took to the trees, Blaise sensing his guards out and
leading her around them in the heavy blackness. They made not
a sound as they leapt from branch to branch, disturbing nothing so much as a
twig, and when they had a close call, they stopped breathing all
together. Continuing their forward path, they passed by the last guard
stealthily, and were able to move much faster after that. The tree line came
into view after a short while, and they slowed, stopping on a thick limb just
beyond the Quidditch stands.

'The other Slytherins
and Severus do not sleep.' Blaise observed, his eyes focused
on nothing as he listened to what the night whispered in his ears.

'I know. How do you
want to get past them?'

'Directly. When we
reach the stands, conjure a cord like the one Draco used to keep you two
together in Reverie and attach it to the stone divider. Put the other end on
your ankle. It will lead us back out.'

'Alright. Let's go.' She said, and they hit
the grass lightly, sprinting quickly to the wall and climbing it easily,
dropping onto the pitch and disappearing once more into the shadows. They went
to the nearest divider and Blaise laid a hand upon it, speaking the spell
softly and slowly so that she could imitate it, and a purple cord snaked out of
the wall and around his ankle. He ran a hand through the cord to confirm that
it wouldn't be impeding his movements, and she copied his words, feeling a cuff
wrap around her own leg.

'Good work.' He said, inspecting
her cord as he had his, and she felt a flash of pride. They had taught her much
already, but when she pulled something like that off, she still felt slightly
elated. The cords were advanced Dark magick, she knew that much, and it gave
her the same thrill as always.

'Now what?'

'We run.' He said, a devilish
grin curving his lips.

Their Marks tingled and their grins grew wider. They had His
consent, then. Taking off across the field, they streaked straight towards the
group of Slytherins just as the Ezut��l appeared over the wall, rushing towards
them from all sides. The Slytherins jumped to their feet, trying to form a
living barrier around the portal, but she and Blaise didn't slow their progress.
It was now or never. They got closer and closer, and when they were less five
or six yards from hitting the line of black and green clad bodies dead on,
Blaise grabbed her hand and they jumped. They sailed over the Slytherins'
heads, just missing one of the guard's outstretched hands, and turned, diving
headfirst into the utter blackness that led to their love.

��..

The first thing that Draco was aware of was that he was falling. Fast.
That and there was no light whatsoever, just living, breathing darkness
speeding past him on all sides. Internally sighing, he resigned himself to
whatever was going to be on the other end, hoping that he'd at least have time
to call in his blades. He could smell the demon stench left in the passage or
tunnel or whatever it was that he was traveling in, and as time slowly passed
he began to sense it waiting at the bottom. It knew he was coming. Great. That was just what he needed. A
severely pissed off Deep Lord. So he started to think of a plan, seeing as he doubted that he could pull off another shift so
soon after being healed.

But the path veered suddenly, and the demon's shout of fury echoed
around him as he was sucked in a different direction. Curious, he wondered what
had changed his trajectory, and an image of the Low Lord swirled in his mind. Oh, wouldn't that just be the absolute best,
he thought dryly, right before he was spit out and into a brightly lit
room. He landed agilely, looking up and immediately becoming suspicious. It was no hellish pit that he was faced with, but an enormous
room, done all in white, silver and gold, and it reminded him of a cathedral. Angels
and gods alike were painted in moving murals along the walls, which glittered
like diamonds.

There weren't any furnishings, or any other decoration at all, but
it stilled seemed majestic in a very�white
way. Feeling more than a bit blinded and completely out of place, he looked
around cautiously, waiting for the venom behind the beauty. Something flickered
to his right and a viewing glass appeared, a large,
oval sheet of quartz that hovered in midair. Images flashed randomly across the
surface, before settling and showing him the Quidditch pitch and the portal he
had been knocked into. Two streaks suddenly crossed the field, attached to
glowing cords, and he saw his guards appear, trying to stop them. He wanted so
badly to stop them himself, but could do nothing as they entered the portal.

"Love drives people to extremes at times, does it not,
Draco?" A celestial voice said out of nowhere and everywhere, and he spun,
his senses scanning the room. But there was nothing.

"Where are you?" He growled, staying perfectly still.

"Here." The voice intoned vaguely, and he felt his temper
fraying.

"Show yourself!" He demanded, calling in his swords.

"You have no need for weapons here, child." The voice
tsked motherly. "And you could not look fully upon me and still
live." Torceorce of life ran in that smooth tone, and his suspicions on
the speaker grew more solid.

"I am not your child."

"Everything is a child of mine." The voice replied, a
hint of eternal laughter ringing in the suddenly feminine timbre. There were only two beings that could truthfully claim that
statement, and he knew which one it definitely was not, so that left only one choice. "So you recognize me now,
do you, dragon?"

"The Lady of the Sun, the Dawn Star, Aurora Incarnate, Mother
of all that is White and Good, the Light Personified." He said formally,
listing Her titles and trying to figure out what in
the fuck She could possibly want with
him.

"It gladdens me to see a son of mine still so well versed in
the old ways. I take it that you know of my sister then?" The Lady asked,
and he refrained himself from rolling his eyes. Of course he did. How could he
not? He had worshiped at Her sister's altars his
entire life, but never at Hers.

"The Lady of the Moon, Twilight's Pride, Night Incarnate,
Mother of all that is Dark and Primordial, the
Darkness Personified." He listed dutifully, and that sweet, high laugh
echoed through the room once more.

"Wonderful! But you are here for a reason, as I'm sure you've
guessed."

"Well, I didn't think you just wanted to chat, at any rate,
my lady." He said more sarcastically then he had at first intended, but Her voice alone was grating on his nerves like shards of
broken glass.

"I sensed you falling into the demon plane." She said, sunshine and all things pretty and delicate leaking
from Her every word. "And then your�loversot; ot; The last was said somewhat
disapprovingly, and he felt like screaming. Maybe this was Tartarus. It sure as fuck seemed like it.

"Where are they?" He asked, forgetting her title, but he
received no answer. "Where are they?"

"That will be revealed in time, young one." The Lady finally
responded, and Draco wondered how She would take it if
he began ripping his hair out by the fistfuls.

Gods, what was wrong with
him? He could barely stand hearing Her voice, and the thought of Her actually
appearing with some sappy, loving smile and yellow daisies crowning Her head
made him feel slightly claustrophobic and ill. He didn't know if that's what
She would choose to look like or not, but it was the way She'd always
de
described, and he'd rather not find out at all. Every inch of him simply wanted
away from Her beaming cheerfulness and Her pure,
bright aura that seemed to permeate the very walls. Breathing shallowly, as Her
light seemed suddenly and frighteningly contagious, he resolved that he'd do
whatever She wanted as long as She'd let him leave. Soon.

"So what am I here for, my lady?" He asked, and he swore
he could taste sun soaked grass on the air around him. It invaded his mouth and
throat, and he nicked his tongue, letting his blood drown out the unappealing flavor.

"A choice." She said, and wariness filled him. Choices
were typically bad. But this was the Lady of the Light. It couldn't be too
horrible.

"And why should you care for any choice that I make, my lady?"
He asked, honestly curious. He wasn't one of Her
followers, never had been, and She knew that as well as he did. He used Her title out of respect for his god and devotion to the true Lady only.

"Because this one will affect all." She replied, Her voice growing slightly subdued, like a cloud briefly
passing over the sun.

"All?" He questioned, the situation quickly taking a
turn for the worse. "All of what, my lady? Or should I say whom?"

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"Both." The Lady said, Her
voice happy and shrill once more. "It shall affect all that lives." Not good. So, so not good, he thought to
himself. Because if this was going to be a choice of morals, he would almost
certainly fail in Her
eyes.

"And why should my choice be help or hindrance to so many, my
lady?"

"Because I will it so." She said, the first hint of
steel creeping into Her tone. "I have foreseen
it. The vision must be recognized and completed."

"Well, since you put it that way, my lady." He said, his voice soft and even, while inside he was anything
but calm. A vision. A vision from the Dawn Star. Not good. She was right, though; a vision from either Lady could
not be ignored without many�unpleasant mishaps, or so the legends said.

"I knew you would understand!" She said in a tinkling
voice that was meant to evoke happy memories of summer picnics and family
outings, but he simply didn't possess any, nor did he particularly wish to. Feeling
a headache building behind his eyes, he allowed himself an inaudible groan. He
needed out. And preferably as far
away as he could feasibly get from Her.

"So what does this choice involve, my lady?"

"You are familiar with the Bane of the World, yes?" She
asked, and he stiffened. The Bane�Yes,
he knew what She spoke of. It was everything evil, not
dark, but strictly evil, that plagued
their world, the Shadow Realm. It was everything that was foul
and twisted and wrong with the
earth, everything that was diseased, sick, tainted�

"Yes." He hissed, instantly on the defensive at the
mention of that, that�abomination.

"Would you see it destroyed?" She inquired quietly, and
he said nothing, not knowing if his answer would seal his choice before he even
truly got to make one. She seemed to know what he was thinking, and spoke words
of reassurance. "Your response affects nothing, my son." But they
didn't reassure him in the slightest. All they did was make him really wish She wouldn't call him that.

"I would." He said after a while. "Depending on the
circumstances, my lady." There, She should be able to take the hint, he thought. Maybe She'll give
me the ultimatum now.

"All good deeds require sacrifices." She scolded, and he
couldn't bite back the snarl in his voice as he replied.

"That's why I don't dabble in good deeds, my lady. If you
want sacrifices, get yourself a Gryffindor."

"Do not think I cannot see the hate you hold for nsidnside
you." She whispered, Her voice echoing strangely.
"Do not think I am not aware that the Bane is what infected and ruined
your father." She might as well have stabbed him. The wound that he'd
thought he'd lanced long ago burst open, the rage and betrayal he'd locked and
froze inside himself thawing, hitting hard and fast and leaving him breathless.
So much for the Light's kindness.

"What do you want?"
He screamed, losing all control as something within him snapped.

"Your choice." Chiming bells, that time, but they were
simply metal hitting metal inside his pounding head. Damn Her, he thought furiously. Damn Her and Her choices, damn Her and Her
sunlit meadows, damn Her and Her false, pitying sweetness!

"Then give me the rest of it!"

"As you wish." She said, and something began forming to
his left, opposite the viewing glass.

He turned, almost fearing what he would see, and when the shapes
solidified, he realized that he had every reason to fear it. Blaise hung
lifelessly from davascian chains, the
only metal that could hold their kind, and his body had been ravaged by demon
whips, just as it had been so many years ago. Virginia didn't look much
better, the same chains pinning her to the wall, and they were both covered in
bruises as well as the long, telltale gashes. It seemed that they had not taken
a detour in the portal as he had. It was a scene directly from his nightmares,
and he could feel his stomach begin to twist and turn violently.

He went to them on shaky feet, falling
to his knees beside them and feeling his heart rip open. He could hear their
pulses, faint but there, and he reached out, running fingers through Blaise's
blood-matted hair. Everything around him faded as he checked their wounds and
tried to stop the bleeding. But it wouldn't stop, his magick wasn't working
right, and he felt panic start to stir within him. His hands were soon drenched
in their blood, and he realized with a sudden start of horror that he couldn't
activate his Mark. He spun quickly, too quickly, and reopened the wound on his own
side, but he didn't pay it the least bit of attention.

"What is the choice?" He
demanded, his voice low and deadly, and a sigh seemed to ripple through the
room.

Instead of a verbal answer, the portal
once more came to life, and he watched a string of images silently. A child;
stolen and murdered in the dead of night. A mother; lost in grief, broken and
sobbing. A woman; beaten and raped, left for dead. The
same, but a father and a man. An elderly couple walking through the park;
robbed and murdered viciously, without any sort of remorse. A road in the
middle of a city; lined with bodies in the style of
the ancient Romans, crows and ravens eatthemthem as they screamed. The images came faster and faster, shards and bits of evil that had
cloaked the centuries, before slowing and coming to a sudden halt. And just as
suddenly, he realized what She wanted of him.

"No!" He said, rising to his
feet in one quick movement. "You cannot ask this of me!"

"I must." She replied, Her voice tinted with sadness. "Your choice is this,
dragon of bad faith. You can take them, try to save
them; although after what they've been experiencing for what to them has felt
like days, they might not forgive you for bringing them back. But you can take
that path if you wish, and let the Bane spread, eat, destroy...Or, you can
destroy the Bane and the ever growing sickness, destroy that which stole your
fathers from you, and your lovers shall die in peace, remembering nothing of
their last hours." The words slammed into his soul, and he took a
stumbling step backwards.

"No." He repeated,
his voice little more than a whisper, but the Lady took no heed of him.

"Which do you choose?"

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