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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))

Author's Note: When speaking of the
gods, I capitalize 'He' and 'She' and such, but only when someone other then
themselves are referring to them. If a god is referring to itself or one of its
brethren, 'he' and 'she' are lower case, unless it involves the Ladies. Just to
clear up any confusion!

Responses to reviewers
for the last chap: tkmoore, oh, sweet goddess, I
am once more at your feet. That stuff about Blaise�(sniffles)
You're too good to me! Jan, their
guards didn't want to lose both, they knew how
dangerous it was. Might be explained farther, I'm not sure yet. resentment, okay. I hope you had fun going�wherever it is
that you went. RavenClawson, thanks! little-munchkin-poo, hope this meets with your approval! Bome, thank you
so much. You haveideaidea how much that means to me. Quartz, thank you! Midnight's
Rainstorm, behold happiness. (well, mostly. sort
of.) lol. Meryl12, hope
this was soon enough! musiclover86, thanks! Akasha, I'm honored and thank you! Shelby, the next chapter
(not so much this one) should satisfy your question, I hope! angelfire33,
behold the Draco-goodness! lol.
ColeForever16,
THANK YOU! short arse, quite evil. :) xxbabysparklesxx, thanks! Jaxindi, well, it's before
Thursday! lol. aoi-yuki-yume,
have I mentioned that I adore you and your reviews? Thanks! SamiJo06, thank you! Shadow Psi, thanks! Leeta1, thank
you! Evilkitty51,
hehehe�that of the stars, wouldn't we all like to ch 'or 'or'? lol. babykelyse,
another reviewing goddess! (bows) Now, to the story,
and if I forgot anyone, sorry!

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Cocidius watched. Fuming and more angry then he could remember
being in a very long time, he watched as that damnable Lady meddled with his
Chosen, spinning Her web as effectively as always. He had been seconds from
snatching his silver prince out of the portal when She
had interfered, and his rage could be felt throughout the Dark Realm. Mars,
Ares and quite a few of the others he called friend had arrived shortly
afterwards, but they had not been able, nor very much inclined, to soothe him.
They detested the gleaming Lady as much as he did, and none of them took kindly
to Her occasional bouts of interference.

Time moved strangely in the Underworld, and what to Draco had felt
like moments had been much longer in the Shadow Realm. Already furious,
Cocidius had very nearly exploded when She had gone so
far as to take his remaining Chosen from his grasp as
well. But as he watched Her work Her confusion spells on them, as he watched Her
have the same conversation with his two princes and one remarkably similar, yet
different, with his flame-haired vixen, his friends began to wonder if they
could stop him when his control finally eroded. Or if they would even try. The
Lady had gone too far this time.

One deity, even one of the Ladies, didn't just abduct another
deity's Chosen on a whim. Yes, Her
vision was important, but there was no reason for Her not to have informed
Cocidius beforehand, and even less of one for Her to cut his Chosen off from their Marks,
which is a feat no one else but Cocidius himself or the other Lady could have
done. But when She gave them their choice and laid
illusions of each other before them, while they were none the wiser of her
duplicity, Cocidius became eerily silent and still. Mars moved up behind him,
wrapping an arm around his waist, but the other made no indication that he even
knew Mars was there.

"She will not take them from me." He said suddenly,
breaking his silence and causing quite a few of his friends to jump. "She
abhors me as much as I do Her. What else could She hope to gain but their deaths by putting the three of
them through the same ordeal, with the same choice?"

"She is still the Light, my friend." Ares said
hesitantly from his other side. "She must have a purpose."

No more words were spoken as Cocidius opened his connection with
his three beloved Chosen to the fullest extent
that he could, although they were not aware of it. He readied himself as their
thoughts swirled madly; prepared himself to unleash everything he had upon the
Lady's wards if She carried through with this
deception. He felt their initial resistance, felt them ready themselves to tell
Her no, but Her confusion charms were too strong.
Their attention went back to the illusions they believed to be their lovers,
and their pain swamped him, causing his ire to sharpen into a deadly point. Her
spell was working just as intended, and their determination wavered.

Because they each believed Her lies. They
believed Her because they knew as well as any the
distortion of time where they were. They believed Her because
She clouded their thoughts, because She wouldn't let them access their Marks
for confirmation. They believed that the ones they cherished above all else had
spent what seemed like days in the Deep Lord's clutches. Two of them knew what
an extended visit like that could do to the strongest person's mind, and the
other could only imagine, horrid images running through her head. It was
absurd, of course, since that Deep Lord was currently chained,
whimpering, to his parlor wall.

But his Chosen, his precious,
precious Chosen, knew that not. As much as
they wanted to save their dying loves, they feared bringing them back and
having them heal, yet stay broken in a way much worse than that of the body.
They feared earning their hate for forcing them to live with so much torment.
They feared bringing them back only to have them become grisly, macabre shells,
mere echoes of what they once were. He could also feel their hate of the Bane. Draco's
went deep, as did Blaise's; both had intimate experience with that most twisted
of creations. Both had fought off its foul touch when their sires had tried to
damn them as they themselves were damned.

And Virginia loathed it because
she had grown up her entire life hearing it talked about in nothing more than
disgust-filled whispers, decrying its evil. Aney aey all loathed it not only because
of its taint on the land's people, but also because of its taint on the land
itself. That was something that most witches and wizards, whether they be dark
or light, abhorred down to their very cores. The Lady played on those feelings,
played on those primal instincts to protect the Realm that housed them, and
their minds began to break under the strain. She used their love and fear
against them in an unforgivable way, and Cocidius snapped.

lasslass=MsoNormal>Calling on every bit of energy he possessed, drawing it to him a
ferocious rush, he paid no heed to his friends' exclamations of shock and threw
it all at the Lady's wards. But he did not attack as he had first planned, did
not try to hit Her,
but instead aimed it down his link to his

He looked up briefly, giving Mars a thankful nod, before his
attention went immediately back to his Chosen. They knew what most
would expect of them in such a situation. They knew that most would tell them
to end their lovers' agony, to destroy the world's Bane. They knew that it was
the right thing to do, the noble thing to do. They knew that it would end much
suffering, that it would allow the land to finally heal.
That last called to them strongly, as it would to any of their kind. And their
ties to the land were stronger then most, turning the usually gentle call into
a siren's song. As one, they came to a decision, and their voices flowed out in
perfect unison, though they knew it not.

"I would see Bae Bane destroyed." They said, and
Cocidius heard Mars suck in a resigned breath, as if he'd seen the same before
and had known what they would choose.

"Is that your decision?" The Lady asked, Her voice cheery and bright, as if She weren't condemning
three of his Chosen to their deaths.

"No." They replied as one again, and this time Mars'
gasp was one of shock, as were the others that sounded behind him.

"No?" The Lady
asked, Her voice tinged with disbelief.

&;No.;No. Not if it means sending them to their deaths. They are
stronger then you think; this will not break them. And for them, I would let
the world burn and crumble into dust." Those words were slightly choked,
and all watching knew how much it cost the three to make such an oath.

"You would be so selfish?" The Lady demanded, all traces
of comfort and encouragement gone from Her tone. "You
would put your own happiness over that of millions?" She scoffed harshly.

"Yes!" They
screamed simultaneously. "I will not forsake them!"

Cocidius braced himself, ready to take the force of the blow if She attacked, but the Lady merely laughed. Cocidius and the
watching gods froze. They knew that laugh. And it wasn't the Lady
of Light's. No, it was a deep, feline purr, darkly feminine and
impossibly sensual. It tingled over their skin, crept into their souls, and all
resistance buckled as the gods and Chosen alike fell to their knees. Everything
around them faded, the white halls disappearing as the void seeped in and
covered all. Faint specks were the first things to reappear, growing stronger
until they seemed surrounded by stars and complete, velvety blackness.

His Chosen started as they looked up and saw each other
whole, the illus gon gone with the brightly lit room. They were dressed
identically in long, sweeping robes of impossibly black material that seemed to
eat up the starlight. The robes molded to their figures perfectly, drawing the
eye to their lithe forms and sleek muscles. They were buttoned up the front with
small, ebentine buttons, and there was no telltale bulge of a bandage under
Draco's robes, the Lady seeming to have healed him in those darmentments. The
front of their hair on either side of their faces had been elaborately braided,
while the rest flowed freely down their backs, shimmering in the low light.

A heavy presence lingered all around them, but they could only
sense Her, not see Her as the gods could. The gods who
watched Her with rapt, devoted eyes as She slid in and
out of form, Her beauty and grace incomparable. No denizen of the Shadow Realm
could look upon Her and live, but many would deem the
sacrifice worth it. She was all that was dark, all that was fierce. She was
passion and pride, love and lust, rage and destruction. She truly was the
darkness personified; She was the mother of the void
itself. None compared to Her, though Her sister vainly
tried.

"Well done, Chosen of my Chosen." She crooned
softly, sending shivers down their spines and drawing moans from their throats.
Everything about Her was seductive and alluring to
those drawn to darkness, without Her even trying. She was their goddess, their
true mother. She was glorious. Twilight's
Pride.

"Great One." His Chosen intoned, but there
was no mockery in their voices, only awe and devotion.

"You chose well." She said lazily, and black streamers
stretched out from the starry walls, reaching for them and caressing them
lovingly. Their faces were masks of ecstasy, their eyes darkening as Her power infused them, and they were barely able to form a
reply.

"W-We did not anger you, then?" They asked, their vocal
symmetry still perfectly intact with the Marks open so wide, and the gods could
hear traces of Her voice within their own.

"Far from it." She purred, and Her
attention turned to the gods. "Come, Cocidius, will you not greet
me?" She asked, and his Chosen turned
as he appeared, the wards that had kept him out long gone, and he flew easily towards
them.

He briefly touched each of their upturned faces before continuing past
them to the impenetrable darkness above that was bereft of so much as a single
star. That was where She waited, nothing but twisting
shadows to the eyes of his Chosen, but She was
everything to him. Long had he followed Her, and he w Hew Her as well as anyone could ever hope to. She was ever-changing,
yet never-changing, protective and malevolent, and She was his Lady. He drew
even with Her, and Her power embraced him instantly.
He knew nothing but Her for what seemed an eternity,
yet when She released him, he thought it over all too soon. She did not send
him away, however, but kept him with Her as She turned
back to his Chosen. '>.

"You three," She started, Her
tone husky and pleased, "and your Lord, did remarkably well. The world
does not need more careless heroes. The world needs
protectors. And as you proved just now, you will do anything to keep one
another from harm."

"But what does that have to do with protecting the world, my
lady?" There was such utter reverence in their voices. They reminded
Cocidius of himself, and he allowed a small, ironic
smilecurvcurve his lips. "We refused its saving grace mere moments
ago."

"I know how hard your choice was. I know how the land sings
to your blood. You wish to return its vitality almost as much as you desire to
keep one another from harm. And as long as your lovers breathe, you will
protect the land in order to protect them. It is a cycle, darklings,
and one that you are all well equipped for. But this
path shall not be forced upon you, nor will it be easy should you choose quotquot;

"And what would be required of us, my lady?" They asked,
and Her addictive, sultry laugh was intoxicating.

"My lady?" Draco asked suddenly, breaking the chain of
simultaneous speech between the three.

"Yes, prince of dragons?" She asked, and he looked
slightly startled at the title.

"If we do this, can I please
kill Harry Potter?" The question hung in the air, completely heartfelt,
and silence covered all for a moment. Then, for the first time in his long acquaintance
with Her, Cocidius could have sworn She was actually
slightly sheepish as She replied.

"I'm afraid not." She said, and Draco's face fell
slightly, as did Blaise's. "But it is not
forbidden for you to take justified revenge when necessary." She added,
and their spirits lifted a bit again. She laughed softly at their eagerness,
and all three trembled visibly in pleasure. "So will you begin healing the
earth for me? There will be those who oppose you, and it will not be an easy
task. I believe you capable of it, though, and I would not entrust this task to
any others." They were silent for long moments, and Cocidius felt them
communing with one another. He left their thoughts to themselves, as he had no
plans of swaying them one way or the other.

"We would be honored, Lady." They finally responded, and
Cocidius smiled, letting them sense his approval.

"So be it." The Lady said, Her
throaty, carnal voice leaving them near breathless. "For your willingness
and loyalty, I have a gift for you. Consider it a little piece of me to carry
with you to help you in the days ahead."

With those words said, the darkness moved in, enclosing everything
once more. She drew Cocidius and his Chosen close to Her, and began a rapid descent into the void. What should
have crushed and killed his favored ones did not, and he felt a moment of
wonder. She had spoken literally, then, and had truly given them a great gift.
A piece of Herself. He looked closer, past their forms
to their cores, and he saw Her darkness latch onto
theirs, expanding it and intensifying it beyond what they should have been able
to endure. But endure it they did; in fact, they seemed to revel in it, their
souls completely rapturous. But still they went deeper.

To his surprise, Cocidius felt his own darkness expanding, and
realized it was time. His inheritance was upon him, and he surrendered to it
freely. The last of his mother's light spluttered and died, and cold, sweet
power rushed in to fill the empty space. It kept coming and coming, and he was
vaguely amazed through the rush. No wonder Dagda had so desperately wanted to
keep him from this. The Lady swerved suddenly, and they were shooting upwards
instead of down. He recognized the scent of the Shadow Realm above them, and
realized Her intent. He sent a flicker of a thought to
his woozy, power-high Chosen, but they could
barely form a coherent thought between them.

Amused, and feeling the Lady's own amusement, he grinned and
slowed their progress, as the darkness around him called to him and obeyed him
like never before. The Lady's dusky, nebulous laughter echoed around him, and
they placed his Chosen quite gently back in their own Realm. Then
the Lady coiled around him and dove again, Her body
molding against his deliciously. He was shocked when soft, ferocious lips
captured his, and his body stirred like never before, pulling his soul along with
it. Then She disentangled Herself with liquid grace,
nipping his lip sharply with one delicate, razor-sharp fang, and shot off below
him. Disappointment and despondency fell over him, until that blessed voice
drifted up to him, full of dark promises.

:p>

cla class=MsoNormal>"Long has it been since I have found a worthy lover. Catch me
if you can, Consort."

The last words in both sentences struck him like lightning, and a
feral smirk twisted his lips. His Lady wished to play?
He was more than happy to oblige.

��..>

It was still an over an hour before dawn when Hermione snuck out of
her room, stealing down the stairs and exiting the tower quietly. Technically,
she wouldn't get in trouble for being out so late (or should she say early?),
since she was Head Girl, but she tried to be as discreet as possible anyway.
She didn't really want to answer Filch's questions on
where she was headed. She had her heavy cloak wrapped tightly around her to
ward off the cold, and had forgone her house shoes in favor of her winter
boots. The freezing air hit her hard, and her cheeks were burning within
moments. It was snowing again, and it made her trek to the pitch all the more
difficult.

She slowed as she approached, and by then her fingers and face
were completely numb. She could see the group of Slytherins still around the
open portal, far enough back not to be in any danger. Most were still awake and
looked warm enough, which irked her quite a bit considering her miserable
state. The nine guards were standing around them, their hooded faces trained
towards the portal. She wondered if they'd moved at all lately, considering
that snow had built up on their shoulders and robes. She moved closer, not
watching where she was going, and slipped on a patch of ice. A small, high
shriek escaped her as she landed hard on her butt.

"Granger?"
Anton's voice questioned somewhat incredulously, barely concealed laughter in
his tone. Already embarrassed, she felt her cheeks flame up even through their
numbness, and she could hear footsteps approaching from in front of her.

"What on earth are you doing?" Pansy asked from above
her, and Hermione stared at the bottom of her robes, desperately trying to come
up with something to say. "You're too curious for your own good, you know
that?" The girl continued, and Hermione latched onto that, trying to
change the subject.

"Maybe." She said, getting to her feet slowly. She
really didn't want to look up, as she was sure that Blaise, at least, would
know the real reason for her being there. But she made herself anyway, and was
surprised when she didn't see him or Ginny anywhere. "Where are
they?" She blurted, and Pansy and Anton exchanged looks, knowing who she meant.

"Oh, you know, places." Anton
said dismissively, and Hermione sighed, seeing she wasn't going to get more out
of them. "I'm more interested in what you're
doing here. And without your faithful protectors." He added with a
suggestive leer, and she backed away a step in spite of herself, her face
heating again.

"Oh, how cute." Pansy drawled, obviously still in a foul
mood. "The little mudblood's blushing."
Laughter trickled from behind her from the listening Slytherins. "Maybe
she fancies you, Anton."

"I do not!" Hermione said indignantly, putting her hands
on her hips.

"No, I don't think she does." Anton surprisingly agreed.
"But I know who she does
fancy." Mocking 'Oooohs' and 'Ahhhs' came from his Housemates, and she started to rethink
this whole idea.

"I wonder who that could
be?" One Slytherin called sarcastically. "Do tell us, Anton, dear." He
nodded, and started in a low, secretive whisper.

"Well,has has hair of silver, eyes of steel!"

"No, really?"
The Slytherins chorused back, thoroughly enjoying Hermione's horror.

"Yes! Who know what secrets they might reveal?"

"Secrets�" The Slytherins hissed.

"She loves him though he loves her not�"

"Poor thing." They crowed, barely stifling their
laug.

"Never, never!"

"She toys with fire and with thunder�"

"Does she wish to die?""The cause of her death will leave none to wonder�"

"Toyed with fire, toyed with thunder!"

They couldn't hold it back anymore, and as one, the Slytherins, even
Snape, disintegrated into hysterical
laughter, while Hermione's fondest wish was to melt into the snow and disappear,
preferably forever. She was more mortified then she had ever been in her life,
and was positive she would never live this down. Anyone else might have
applauded their synchronicity and improvisation, but
she saw no upside to it at all. She was just about to try and slink into the
shadows, when a whirring noise reached her ears. It halfway reminded her of an
airplane's engines, but that was ridiculous. They were at Hogwarts. Which is probably why what happened
next shouldn't have shocked her as much as it did.

But really, who wouldn't
be disconcerted at seeing three of their schoolmates suddenly appear out of the
center of a pit of nothingness? And not just simply appear, oh no, not those three.
More like lifted out by two huge, ghostly hands, one like a piece of the night
sky and the other a sliver of the moon, and placed softly on the snow with the utmost
care. The hands disappeared and the three newly returned figures lay still,
wearing blacker robes then any she'd ever seen before, and the front of their
hair had been plaited in tiny, impossibly complicated braids. No one moved for
a long, stunned moment, and then their guards were there, kneeling around them
and whispering frantically, but not touching them.

"We're fine!" Blaise's voice could be clearly heard,
though it was slurred and a bit deeper than usual. The Slytherins seemed to
breathe a collective sigh of relief, and moved towards them at once.

clasclass=MsoNormal>

Hermione fell into place beside them, and she soon realized why
the guards hadn't laid so much as a finger on the three. Their skin was covered
in darkfire twas was blacker than any she'd ever seen before, and their eyes
were the same shade, even the whites. They were shaking; but their faces
weren't contorted in pain. They actually looked, well�wasted. Really, really wasted. Fucked up almost beyond
comprehension. They were trying to get to their feet, but kept slipping back
down, goofy grins on their faces. It was one of the most
frightening things that she'd ever seen. They looked demonic, yet
cheerful, and it was just�creepy.

"This is impossible!" Virginia finally exclaimed,
and darkfire actually flowed from between her lips as she spoke. She turned to
her boyfriends and huffed. "Do your
legs work?" She d, ad, and Draco and Blaise�giggled. Holy fucking shit, Hermione thought wildly, and noticed that the
Slytherins looked just as confused and disturbed as she did for once.

"No." Draco crooned, falling back into the snow again,
which fluffed under him automatically. He stared at it for a moment, before
muttering, "Cool."

"What's cool?" Blaise asked, also having given up on
trying to stand, and was currently fascinated with his hair, staring at it with
wide eyes as he twirled a raven lock between his fingers.

"The snow!" Draco replied, blinking his solid black eyes
and lifting a handful of the white powder in front of his face. "It likes
me." He stated, his blue-tinted lips quirking. "I
didn't know that snow could talk.

Draco leaned forward, whispering a few
words into his hand, and the snow fluttered, then started spinning. It whirled
above his palm and started twining around itself, beginning to form a shape. It
started as a dragon, then swirled into a snake, a
tiger and back into a dragon again, before swooping away and flying around his
lovers' heads, brushing their cheeks and causing them to laugh delightedly. The
snow didn't melt against the darkfire on their skin like
the snow on the ground that their bare skin had touched did, and Hermione would
have wondered at it if she weren't so utterly disturbed by the scene in front
of her.

"It listened!" Ginny cried happily, and once more tried
to stand. She made it halfway up before those inky black eyes glazed and she
fell again, this time into Draco's lap. "Oh, fuck it." She sighed,
and slammed a hand into the snow. A small explosion of white, fluffy flakes
surrounded it, startling quite a few people, but not nearly as much as her next
words did. "Is it hot or is it just me?"

"It is sort of
warm, isn't it?" Blaise drawled, oblivious to the choked exclamations from
his Housemates after his girlfriend's quite lewd-sounding question, and got
shakily to his knees. He started to fall, but reached out blindly, grabbing the
sleeve of one of his guard's robes. It steadied him for the moment he needed,
and they watched in silence as the sleeve fell to ashes at his touch, spreading
up the entire arm before the guard could stop it. If that had been his
skin�Hermione took a few steps back before she even realized it.

"Why?" Draco asked slyly, giving Blaise a look that
couldn't be mistaken and that made the watching people's hearts skip a beat.
"Want help getting those robes off?"

"Why?" Blaise turned his own question on him smoothly, reaching
up for the buttons on his robes and undoing five before she even saw his
fingers move. "Would you like to see them come off?"

"That's enough." Snape's voice cut through the spellbound
atmosphere, sounding more than slightly exasperated, but Draco and Blaise
simply turned wicked grins on him and licked their lips. She gasped when they
did, as even their tongues were
black, making their teeth seem all the whiter and deadliTheyThey started to
respond, but Virginia, surprisingly, beat
them to it, a surge of black fire over her skin seeming to give her the skill
to stand. She sauntered towards Snape, swaying her hips enticingly, and
Hermione goggled. She'd never seen Ginny look more alien. And entirely inhuman. Not to mention utterly seductive if
the Slytherins' appreciative gazes were anything to go by.

"What's wrong, Severus?" She asked sultrily, her voice a
soft, melodious purr. She reached him and circled his rigid form slowly,
drawing a sharp nail over his shoulder and around his back, before leaning in
and whispering silkily, "Can't take the heat?"

Then she walked away, leaving an astonished Snape and smirking
Slytherins staring after her. She made it back to her boyfriends before her
newfound walking ability seemed to leave her at once, and she crumpled back down
to the snow, giggling madly, as were her lovers. Butn thn the tears that ran
down their cheeks from their mirth were actually black as well, Hermione didn't
know if she could take much more. What the hell was wrong with them? Everyone else had seemed worried at first, too,
but now they were grinning like it was all very amusing, which it was not. Oh yes, she was seriously
reconsidering just how great of an idea this had been.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore andned ned to Pansy. "What's
wrong with them?" She asked, and the girl rolled her eyes.

"They're power-high. Very, very power-high. I do suppose you can figure out what that means on your own?" Pansy
snapped irritably, but her eyes were smiling as she watched her friends, her dark,
scary friends, giggle in the snow like children. Although, they did have rather
nice laughs when they were short and genuinely happy like that�In fact, it was
very nearly like soft music.

"But how did Blaise and Ginny get down there?" She
asked, ignoring the blatant hint in the girl's last comment.

"Gee, I fucking wonder,
Granger." Another impressive eye-roll. "How do you think? They
jumped." /p>

"But they didn't�Oh. After, then." Hermione said,
putting two and two together quickly, as she was wont to do. "But what
made them like�Well, like that?"
The other girl spun on her heel so quickly that Hermione barely had time to
take an instinctive step back.

"Let's try something, mudblood." Pansy hissed, moving
closer and poking Hermione hard in the chest. "Let's reverse the
situations, hmm?" Another hard poke. "Let's say that your best friend, or someone equally as
dear to you�Oh, wait, I guess we can
keep it as Dray after all, eh?" A vicious smirk as the other Slytherins
snickered and Hermione blushed anew. "Well, let's say that it was your
precious Potter, just to make a point." Another poke and Hermione shuffled
backwards, Pansy mimicking her movements perfectly and moving in time with her.
"Let's say that he just fell down a portal into Hell, and you'd been up all night worrying, when your other two
best friends decide to join
him." A rough shove and Hermione found her back pressed against the
stands. "Then, along comes, oh, say, me,
asking all kinds of annoying, unwanted questions and sticking my nose, once the fuck again, somewhere it
doesn't belong."

The gireyeseyes were glittering
dangerously at this point and Hermione was so scared that she could barely
breathe. It had been beyond foolish
to come into their midst alone. What the hell had she been thinking? There
would be no rescue, for she was utterly alone in a crowd of Slytherins who
despised her with every breath that she continued to take. And it's not like Ginny would be much help in her current state. Hermione
had always prided herself on being so bloody smart, yet she had willingly
walked into a situation that she should have known would end badly. The heavy
silence stretched and she waited with a pounding heart for the first blow to
land. She squeezed her eyes shut and nearly fainted when a voice cut through
the stillness, satiny smooth.

"Foutre." An amusnicknicker.
"I think Pansy's going to kill the little mudblood." More snickering.
"Daddy'd be sooo pleased." Now that had the Slytherins gaping, Hermione
saw as she cracked her eyes open.sy tsy turned, her mouth hanging open in a
most un-Pansy-like way, as she gazed speechlessly at the three laughing (and at
this point, Hermione thought, completely psychotic) Chosen, who were all quite
giddy over that last comment, to everyone's bafflement. ((Fuck.))

"Wouldn't he though?" Blaise replied, an airy, singsong
lilt to his already-musical tone that was completely at odds with the fierce
darkfire crackling in his eyes and over his alabaster skin. "After all,
what did they say? 'It matters not if you show no
mercy'�"

"'For the sun still shines on the wicked'!"
Draco finished for him, laughing again while Hermione reeled. Their fathers actually told them that?

"Does it truly matter?" Ginny asked, tugging gently on
the end of his silver hair, which, miraculously, didn't burn into nothing. In
fact, it seemed to absorb the black
flames. "For I don't much care if I ever see it again!"

"Funny."aiseaise murmured, running a fingertip down her
cheek fondly. "I've felt that way for ages." Her eyes turned and met
his, a tongue as black as theirs darting out and moistening her crimson lips. "You know what?" She asked huskily, ahe the tone in her
voice had Draco and Blaise instantly alert. Well, as alert as they could be,
considering. "I'm suddenly exhausted.
A little sleep wouldn't hurt, hmm?" Dark flashes sped across the two
Slytherins' forms, much the same as what had happened with Ginny earlier, and they were steadily on their feet in seconds.
Each held a shadowy hand out to her and too took them without a drop of
hesitation, rising smoothly to stand beside them.

"We'll see you later." Draco said distractedly as they
started to leave, and Severus stepped forward, looking stern.

"I don't think so. None of you is in any condition to go
traipsing about. I'm not entirely sure I even want to know what could have possibly gotten the three of you so�unhinged.
But I do know that you'll be like
this for the better part of the day, and quick to anger. Not to mention that
I'm going to have to get you lucid enough to perform sight shields so you don't
go to classes and terrify the students. Any more,
that is." He added dryly. The three shot him such utterly pitiful looks
that he couldn't stop a small smile dancing across his lips. Hermione nearly
choked. Snape could smile?
Harry and Ron would never believe her. Not that she could ever tell them about
coming here in the first place. "Oh, and Granger?" He called, causing
her head to snap up and dread to fill her.

"Yes, Professor?"

"You'll be serving extra detention with me. This is no Head
Girl duty that has you out at such an inappropriate time." He said, his
smile turning nasty, and she stared. He was giving her detention? More detention? Oh, yes, a
very foolish idea, indeed, she thought ruly. ly.

"Oh, come now, Severus." Ginny said, to the surprise of
all. "She was only worried, after all. Can't you cut her a little k?
k?
My brother will hound us to no end if he hears about this." Shocked,
Hermione met her eyes and nearly fell. Because for all that the girl had just taken
up for her, the look in her eyes was anything but friendly. It wasn't exactly
hostile, but more as if she were some slightly intriguing new form of insect.
Slow, lazy, dangerous smiles crossed her lovers' faces, and their black eyes
became hooded as they regarded Hermione with an unsettling intensity that
raised the hairs on the back of her neck. Snape caught their looks and sighed,
shaking his head.

"Fine." He said, his eyes glimmering strangely. Had she
known him better, she woulde ree recognized it for the barely-concealed humor
that it was. "But you'll be helping me in her stead, Ms. Weasley. I'm in
need of more Aetherius Draught."

Hermione was instantly dismayed. That was a horridly difficult
potion, and Ginny had only been trying to help her, no matter how she had
looked. Had Hermione had the knowledge that the Slytherins did, she wouldn't
have felt so guilty. But she didn't, and so had no idea that Ginny had a
passion for potions, and that that wasn't a punishment
at all, but a regular weekly occurrence. Her guilt driving her and lending her
courage, she ignored the Slytherins' glares and caught up with Ginny as
everyone started making for the castle. Draco and Blaise gave her mildly
venomous looks, seemingly mindful and respectful of Ginny's decision on whether
or not to speak to her, but just waiting
for her to screw up.

"You didn't have to do that, Ginny." Hermione said, and
those black eyes settled on her again. Eyes
just aren't suppose

"Shit!" Ginny exclaimed. "What'd you do that
for?" She grabbed Hermione's hand, pointedly not looking at the blood, and
murmured a few words in the old tongue. She was learning the healing arts
quickly, and with the Marks open, she was even better. Something small and
caused by her own magick would be simple. And it was.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as the pain vanished and her finger returned
to normal.

"Sorry." She said weakly, once more completely
humiliated.

"That was good." Draco said, and at first, she thought
he was mocking her. But his tone was sincere,
and her head shot up, only to him him staring at Ginny with a mixture of
affection and pride. Degrading herself for being so stupid, she couldn't help
the shot of envy that coursed through her. And worse yet, she could feel those eyes on her, and didn't dare turn her
head. The last thing she needed was for him
to have reason to go at her again. Such a
bad idea, she chided herself once more as they continued walking for the
castle.

"I can't believe you snuck out." Ginny commented when
they were halfway there, and Hermione glanced over at her quickly. Ginny cocked
an eyebrow at her. "My brother and Harry woureakreak, you know."

"I know." Hermione agreed, seriously wanting to drop the
subject.

"So why'd you come then?" Ginny continued, and someone
that sounded suspiciously like Anton snorted. Ginny ignored him, those
disturbing eyes leveled on Hermione. Knowing better than to lie outright in the
company she was currently in, she settled on a half-truth.

"I wanted to see if you were okay." She said, and
Ginny's eyebrow rose again. "You just bolted after�well, afterwards, and I
wanted to make sure that you hadn't done anything�rash. I was apparently too
late, however." She said lightly, making sure that her voice didn't sound
accusatory. Honestly. She'd never
been as paranoid in her life as she was around this bunch.

"Well, that was�nice of you." Ginny said, repeating
Hermione's words from earlier, her voice slightly off, as if she had heard the
ring of truth in the other girl's statement, but had expecsomesomething
different. Hermione felt a shade of relief until her eyes accidentally met
Blaise's and she saw her death written in those bottomless black pools. Within
a split second, her insides turned frighteningly cold and she looked away hastily,
her heart pounding wildly as it tried to escape through her throat. She vaguely
wondered if this was how the rabbit felt right before the panther pouncend
nd
her fear was only intensified when Ginny's eyes flashed oddly.

"Hermione, what�" The girl started, her nostrils flaring
slightly as if she could smell Hermione's distress, and she turned slowly.
Draco was openly watching Hermione with the same intent look that Ginny had,
knowing what had caused her sudden shift in mood, but he was obviously not the
cause of it. The girl's eyes moved to Blaise, who met her gaze without the
slightest bit of guilt.

"I didn't do
anything." He said at his girlfriend's unspoken inquiry, and she leaned
in, whispering something to him. His eyes went from Ginny's hair to Hermione,
and the look he gave her made her feel as if her flesh were being flayed off
with a dull knife. She was pretty sure that his
'un-intense dislike' of her ignorable self had just escalated quite
dramatically. Having his girlfriend reprimand him because
of her had seemingly done the trick. Cursing inwardly, Hermione turned away
only to come face-to-face with Anton.

"He's going to kill you one day, you know." The handsome
Slytherin said thoughtfully, his dark hair falling in front of his face. Needless to say, his comment did nothing to assuage her
fear. "I wouldn't blame him, either."

"I didn't think you would." Hermione bit out, her skin
still crawling.

"Fine." They
heard Blaise hiss from behind them, and turned back around slowly. "But
when that little mudblooded bitch betrays you, nothing and no one will stop me
from snapping her fucking neck."

Hermione must have made some startled noise, because his attention
was suddenly on her, and she knew that he was not in the least bit joking. Not
that she had ever assumed he was. His ebony eyes were sparking, a purple sheen
seeming to gloss over them, but another flash of darkfire and his face went
blank again, his eyes returning to the now-regular, unsettling, unrelieved
black. Ginny said nothing, simply laid a soft kiss on his lips before once more starting for the castle, taking his hand in
one of hers and Draco's in the other. They seemed to forget about everyone else
as they spoke quietly in French, so Hermione once more found herself
unwillingly sharing words with Anton.

"Tell me something, Granger."

&qWhatWhat?" She asked warily.

"Do you have a death wish?" He questioned, and she felt
her temper flare. They made it so hard to be civil!

"Oh, just shut up." She said acidly, and he smirked.

"I'm serious." He said, and he did actually sound that
way. "And so is he. He will
formally challenge you if you push him much farther."

"I haven't done anything
to him!"

"Oh please." Anton snapped. "We're not blind, you
know."

"What are you talking about?" She asked, feeling her
face start to heat again. She saw that they were almost at the doors and nearly
cried out in glee.

"What I'm talking about, Gryffindor," he said, moving
closer and whispering in her ear, "is that you would do well to set your
sights elsewhere if you wish to keep your eyes, let alone your life." Then
he moved away smoothly, his mask firmly in place, but his eyes glinted
threateningly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She mumbled,
and saw Snape throwing up temporary sight shields around Draco, Ginny, and
Blaise. They would look mostly normal to anyone who saw them, and Hermione
considered those who were spared quite lucky as she passed through the entrance
doors. She started to head for the stairs when a voice stopped her.

"Ginny!" Was that Lauren?
It most certainly was, she saw a moment later as the
girl slid out of the shadows and approached Ginny slowly. An ominous feeling
clenched Hermione's stomach, and for some reason she couldn't name, she
silently went to Ginny's side. For once, her attention was fully on the redheaded
girl, and she didn't notice Draco and Blaise's glares.

"Hey, Lauren." Ginny said casually, somehow not seeming
to notice the girl's hesitation and anxiousness. Everyone else did though.

"Umm�Do you think�Could we talk, Ginny?" Lauren asked, flickering nervous glances at Ginny's boyfriends and
friends.

"Sure." Ginny said, a small
smile on her face. "What about?"

"Well, I really wanted to talk to you alone." Lauren said, stressing the last and clenching her
hands tightly in her robes. Hermione wondered if she had looked that scared earlier, and then wondered how in the
hell Ginny didn't see it.

"I don't think that's such a great idea." Draco
interceded, and Ginny looked at him, surprised.

"Why on earth not?" She asked, and Hermione saw the
telltale glaze that briefly settled over her once-again charcoal eyes, knowing
that under the shield she had just replenished herself
with another of those little bursts.

"Couldn't it wait just a bit, love?" Blaise suggested, a flash of�something
crossing his elegant features.

"I won't be long." Ginny argued. "Really. We'll
just go to the Girls' Washroom. You can wait outside if you're so worried."
She said, and her boyfriends nodded reluctantly, then told the other Slytherins
to go on and thanked Snape for waiting for them all night. Their Housemates left,
shooting unsure glances back at them until they disappeared down the steps
leading to the dungeons, while Snape headed towards Dumbledore's office.

"I'm coming with you." Hermione stated out of nowhere,
surprising even herself. Lauren started to say something, but Hermione just
looked at her. Then the other girl nodded and turned on a heel, heading for the
first floor bathrooms. They reached them relatively quickly, ahe the three
girls went in, leaving the two Slytherins leaning against the wall, their eyes
icy and foreboding.

"So what's this all about?" Ginny asked, sliding up onto
one of the counters in a single, fluid move. Her multi-hued red hair fell
around her face in tight curls from behind the braids, the ends brushing past
the tops of her knees as she sat. With her small, light frame and sculpted,
delicate features, she appeared harmless. A remembered flash of solid black
eyes quickly dispelled that illusion for Hermione. No, she knew all to well
what it was liked being pinned to a wall by the fiery girl. Quite literally.

"Ginny�" Lauren started slowly, but seeing her friend
look as she did then seemed to give her courage. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"What?" Ginny asked, confused. "What are you
talking about?"

"With-With all of this!"
Lauren said, waving her arm erratically. Ginny grinned before she saw the look
on Lauren's face.

"And what is 'this'?" Ginny asked quietly. see seemingly
meek demeanor seemed to bolster Lauren's boldness even more.

"Dating two guys who are totally hot and dark is one
thing." Lauren said, her voice becoming harsh. "But being dark is something completely
different." Something odd flickered in Ginny's eyes, but her tone stayed
the same as she responded.

"So this is about me then."

"Yes!" Lauren exclaimed. "And being a Chosen is one thing, but Cocidius's? Have you forgotten the
legends about Him?" At that, Ginny's smoky eyes went so blank and cold so
quickly that Hermione shivered.

"Leave my Lord out of this." Ginny said, her voice neutral and her expression completely void of
any emotion. Allmionmione could think was, 'Why
does Lauren have to do this now of
all times'? The girl hadn't even so much as said that she was happy Draco
had come back alright, or even asked if Ginny was okay.

"That's what I'm talking about, Ginny!" Lauren said
scathingly. "That look that you have right now! You're falling, being
sucked into their trap by pretty words and prettier faces!" Were Ginny's
eyes beginning to burn?

"And just who is it that you think is trapping me?"
Ginspanspan class=GramE>asked, her voice deceptively even. Lauren
goggled at her.

"Who?" The
girl asked in disbelief. "Who do you think?
Those 'boyfriends' of yours have fucking tainted
you and you don't even seem to care!"

Ginny froze in mid-blink, her eyes coming alight with such
broiling, white-hot fury that Lauren gasped and choked, falling backwards into
the wall and staring fearfully at her former best friend. Hermione had a second
to realize the stone counter under Ginny's hands was melting before the girl
sprung. Hermione closed her eyes, waiting for the first shrif paf pain, and was
surprised when it never came. Opening her eyes, she saw Blaise and Draco with
their arms firmly wrapped around Ginny, whose sight shield had burned away,
leaving her in all of her dark glory. Hermione realized that she'd only thought the look Blaise had given her
earlier was horrible beyond imagining.

Because the enraged glares he and Draco had leveled on Lauren were
wholly terrifying. And the darkness in their eyes�She knew, on some deep,
instinctual level, that it was the sort of darkness that had
inspired legends, the sort of darkness that could send even the bravest of men
screaming. Lauren sat pale and shaking as their eyes bored into her,
whimpering and trying to push back through the wall behind her. And Hermione
knew that the only reason they had stopped Ginny from killing her was because
of how their girlfriend would feel about it later. Then they turnedir gir gazes
back to Ginny, murmuring to her softly as they swept her away.

Hermione knew better then to follow, and she actually felt sort of
sorry for her Housemate. Moving slowly so as not to alarm the panicking girl,
she kneeled down beside her only to get her knees soaked. Shocked, she glanced
down to find that the girl had wet herself. She moved hurriedly back, and the
sudden movement spooked Lauren. She cowered farther down the wall, not seeming
to see Hermione, and the older girl took pity on her. Performing a few quick
spells, she got the mess cleaned up, but vowed to throw her robes away anyway. Putting
the shook up girl to sleep, she started her way back to Gryffindor tower,
levitating Lauren in front of her and wishing wholeheartedly for some sleep of
her own.
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Virginia barely noticed they
were even moving as her lovers led her to the dungeons. How could she have been
so stupid? How had she not seen through Lauren's act? It was obvious that Draco
and Blaise had, but not her. No, she had just let herself be led stupidly
along, making a complete fool out of herself. It's just that they had been
friends for so long�How could Lauren do this? How
could someone she had considered her friend have said those horrible things?
She wasn't devastated or anything, but more disgusted with herself. They had
started to grow apart lately anyway, and she had become closer to Pansy, Melody
and Daphne then she had ever been with Lauren.

But it still hurt. <
<

"We're here, ma �me." Blaise said softly, jolting her
out of her thoughts. The wall was beginning to open in front of them, bleeding
its phantom blood, and she silently thanked him for giving her time to school
her features. They walked to see that their friends had emptied the common
room, and only Pansy, Melody, Daphne, Anton, Crabbe, Goyle were waiting for
them. Pansy was on her feet in seconds and hugging Virginia the next. She pulled
back, searching her best friend's eyes, and her own turned viperous.

"You go and let those two pamper you, alright?" Pansy
said quietly, pinching the end of Virginia's nose lightly.
"Don't worry about classes today. We'll make your excuses. I think you
could all use a dff.&ff." Then she leaned in, her short hair tickling Virginia's cheek, and
whispered, "And I'll take care of that little bitch for you." A
swift, friendly peck on the lips later, and Pansy was heading for the exit
before Virginia could protest. She
smiled wryly at their other friends as Draco and Blaise led her to their room,
and they blew her smirking, yet understanding, kisses before disappearing after
Pansy.

"Gods, what an incredibly horrible few hours." Virginia muttered, as they
made it to the room, Draco and Blaise dropping their remaining sight shields.
She headed straight for the bed and paused, tilting her head to the side, a
sinful grin curving one side of her mouth. "Oh, except for meeting the
Lady and those wonderful hours we spent underree.ree." She had to stifle
her laughter as Draco's eyes widened, then narrowed suspiciously, while Blaise
attempted to look innocent.

"Oh really." Draco drawled mildly. "And what tree
would that be, hmm? Whatevouldould have been so interesting about it?"
When neither of them said anything, a feral light filled his obsidian eyes.
"Ohhh, I see. Well, I guess I'll just have to
take you both then, yes? To make things even."

"Is that a promise?" Blaise purred, wrapping his hand in
all that silver hair.

Virginia moved with him,
pressing her body against Draco's from the front as Blaise moved behind him,
teasing his neck with sharp teeth. The sense of completeness was back, swamping
her senses as her lips met his. The issue with Lauren was still nagging at her,
though, and she decided on something that she'd been considering for a while. It
would place the final ties between them, and with that secure, she could close
her heart to others. Not Pansy, perhaps, and a few others, but she was
determined not to let herself fall into the same situation she had earlier. She
would not grow close to anyone else. Lauren had taught her something after all.

"I have a favor to ask of you both." She murmured
against his lips after a few more intoxicating moments, and two sets of onyx
eyes gave her their full attention. She bit her lip, suddenly nervous. What if they said no?

t;Wht;What is it, cher
un?"

"Well, sixteen is the age of consent." She said, and
they nodded, looking slightly confused. "All forms of consent."

"Oui. And�"

"I want to be with you." She said, looking them both in
the eyes. "Forever." Their eyes widened at that last part as t ins instantly understood her meaning, and after a full minute of them not saying a
word or so much as blinking, she bit back a sob. "I'm sorry. I didn't, I
mean, it doesn-"

"Shhh, ma soleil."
Draco soothed, pulling her tightly against him once more. ((my
sun))

"We were merely surprised, love." Blaise crooned,
embracing her from the other side.

"We had hoped you would join us one.&qu." Draco said, laying soft kisses across her cheeks.

"Eternity would be impossible without you, ma cher�." Blaise added, his tongue darting out and
licking a tingling trail down her throat. "But are you sure you truly wish
for the Blood?"

"Yes." She moaned, letting her conviction fill her voice
as their hands ran over her, leaving her trembling.

"And what has brought us this great joy?" Draco asked,
his lips meeting Blaise's over her shoulder.

"My love for you both." She breathed as their lips
returned to her wanting skin. "And Lauren said that I was falling into
darkness. If so, I plan to enjoy my descent to the fullest."

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