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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Author’s note: I think I screwed up with the canon time line, but then again that’s why this is an AU.

WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: There’s non-con and implied rape in this chapter. Not graphic, very light in fact, but it is there. If you don’t want to know about it stop at the last separation (&&&&&&)

Chapter 14. Ginny’s Obsession.

Draco rested in a comfortable patch of sun in the garden. Normally he would never dream of doing such an undignified thing. Malfoys didn’t lay all over the filthy grass, not even when a dragon was curled protectively around them. But the boy had decided to ignore the Malfoy’s rules and send them packing. Anyway, his father would surely disinherit him as soon as he knew about Draco’s child. So, there was no reason for him to give a damn anymore about his composure. He was enjoying the peace and quiet of the garden.

The last couple of days had been extremely tense in the house. The Weasley girl had stopped talking and broke into inconsolable tears each time she saw Harry. The entire house now knew that Harry had no intention to go back with the weasselette once the war was over, but the Gryffindor boy had refused to explain the reasons why; however, the twins had been speculating, and judging by their looks each time they saw Harry and Draco together, the blond feared the conclusion their overexcited minds would supply.

The Slytherin tried to avoid company the majority of the time. He was starting to be annoyed by the death glares the weasselette kept sending him and the constant prying eyes of the twins. He also was intrigued with Harry’s behaviour. The boy had returned to drag him out of his room for every meal, and had kept him company in the potions’ lab the day before while he had been brewing. He sat beside him in the kitchen table, and had nearly embraced him when the both of them had been sitting in one of the library coaches, watching as Hermione practiced complex charms to make a bar of steel bend, and do figures in the air. Harry had been acting too friendly towards Draco, and the blond had the suspicion that the Gryffindor was still trying to compensate for their night together, and wanted to make sure that Draco had completely forgiven him.

The blond smiled thinking about Harry. He had been remorseful at first, especially because Harry’s temporary lusting state hadn’t been entirely Ginny’s fault. The lust-spell had probably reinforced the potion’s effect; it was even possible that the spell was most to blame than the potion, since Draco doubted the Weasley’s brewing skills. But what little guilt he had felt over the girl had disappeared when he had met with Severus and Moody, and had been forced to explain what had happened, since Alastor had been at the time preoccupied about Potter. Draco had been embarrassed beyond belief, but had told them everything, including his previous intention to confess his part on the deed to Harry. Both men had been satisfied to have Ginny as a scapegoat, and had strongly advised Draco to shut his mouth and let things be.

They also had decided that the Weasley girl was an unpredictable factor and that the Slytherin boy should be as far away from her as possible. Snape had wanted to find a way for the Weasleys to be put in another location for safety, but it was improbable that Potter would allow it. They considered it fortunate that the Gryffindor boy had decided to get away from the girl by himself, that way it wouldn’t be too obvious if the elves started to put obstacles for the two of them to be in the same room.

Draco had been puzzled at their vehemence, after all it had only been a lust-potion, it was not as if she had attempted to murder someone. But then Severus had explained to him that some of the lust-potion’s ingredients were pretty unstable and tended to react badly with alcohol. The lust potion had to be ingested in the next 24 hours after its preparation or it increased its levels of toxicity, more so if it was mixed with alcohol, even a botched potion could become poisonous if left alone for a long time. Severus thought that the girl had used less than a quarter of potion with the firewhiskey, and that she hadn’t managed a truly potent potion. Even then, the fact that Potter had not presented any symptoms of illness pointed to the house-elves’ intervention. The creatures’ magic would have allowed them to lessen the toxicity of the beverage at any time. However, even with the elves’ aid, if the boy had finished the entire bottle of firewhiskey he could have been very ill, and it could have been worse if he or somebody else had found the bottle before the house-elves. There were cases of cardiac arrest in teenagers that had consumed lust potions with alcohol.

Draco had been very angry with the girl. If something had happened to Harry it would have been her fault! Fortunately there had not been dire consequences, but that didn’t make her any less irresponsible. He was glad that Harry didn’t want anything with her anymore.

The blond was falling into a light slumber when something blocked the sun. He opened his eyes to see Harry hovering over him. Draco smiled, but the other boy didn’t say anything to him. Upon careful inspection, Harry’s face looked… well, horrified would certainly suit it. Draco frowned and sat up.

“What? Has something happened Potter?” Even when they had agreed to call each other by their given names, sometimes Draco slipped. It just still felt weird to call the Gryffindor by his given name.

The dark haired boy blinked at the blond and pointed a finger to a spot near Draco’s head.

“There… there was a… something. Something was here with you!”

Draco scowled, and quickly stood. Harry took a few steps and walked all over where the blond had been lying. After a few moments he turned around, looking at Malfoy with a lost expression.

“I could swear I saw something here with you! It was big and translucent! You were leaning on it!”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I swear it looked like a dragon!”

Draco gaped at Harry. It was not possible! No one had ever been able to see Sally! Sally didn’t exist in the material world, only in his mind! Harry shouldn’t be able to see her! His expression must have been really comical because the Gryffindor looked at him and snorted.

“Jesus, you don’t have to put that face. I know it’s impossible. Besides, I really doubt that you could get that close to a real dragon and not be fried. It’s just that, for a moment it really looked like something big was here.”

Draco closed his mouth and swallowed. For a fleeting moment he was tempted to blurt out Sally’s identity and see what happened, but the words refused to form. He needed to say something because Harry was starting to frown at him.

“Well… maybe it was my imaginary friend.”

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.

“No need to make fun of me. But I have no doubt that you surely had an imaginary dragon as friend when you were younger.”

Draco composed himself and tried a tentative smile. Harry shrugged, and after a final suspicious look to the grass, proceeded to drag the blond to the kitchen for supper.

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Draco sat in the library with the Blacks’ Dragon Book opened in the page that displayed the Potters’ coat of arms. He wanted to see if Harry would notice it, if the Gryffindor could read the real Dragon Book then things would be easier to explain. Malfoy had done a bit of reading of his own in the Princes’ book and had learned that when a wizard powerful enough to have a bond was about to reach his full magical potential he started to sense other bonds, and to attract the dragon’s attention. It was possible that the wizard in question began to dream with dragons, and the chamber that contained the portal between the worlds. In some cases the wizard could even read the Book, and be attracted to the doors leading to the secret chamber. Sometimes a member of the future bonded wizard’s family would take over mentorship and start guiding him into the knowledge of the Rainbow Dragons. If no family member was available then an elder bonded would take the place of mentor.

Draco had no doubt that Harry was going to have a bond. He didn’t understand Snape’s insistence on not telling the Gryffindor about the dragons, he was going to know sooner or later, in Draco’s point of view it would be better if someone took the time to prevent Harry of what was going to happen. The blond imagined that the black-haired boy wouldn’t be amused if suddenly he had a huge dragon in front of him, wanting to make a bonding ritual. He was going to tell everything to the Gryffindor and introduce Sally to him. He’ll deal with Snape and Mad Eye later. Draco was going to enjoy the expression on Harry’s face when he presented the Gryffindor to Sally. He was smiling to himself thinking of all the questions the Gryffindor would have, when he heard someone entering the library. He automatically lifted his head and saw Harry walking towards him with his notes on dark spells in hand. The blond took a glimpse at the Dragons’ book and was disappointed to see that it had reverted to the illustrations. Harry sat heavily beside him and put his notes on the table, noticing the illustrations’ book.

“So, still entertaining yourself with that book?”

“Yeah, well, your talk about dragons earlier made me feel nostalgic. I used to hear a lot of stories about them from my mother.”

“Sounds like she’s a fanatic.”

“Yes, she was the one to name me. My father once told me that she was adamant that my first name just had to be Draco.”

Harry took the book and opened it by the very first page. He stared for a moment at the translucent creature in the plate. Draco looked at him curiously.

“Harry?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. This one looks beautiful. You know, I have been dreaming strange things that I don’t remember very well and when I saw you in the garden earlier it was as if my dreams had suddenly merged with reality. This dragon looks a lot like the figure I thought was with you in the garden, and I have been dreaming it also. I wonder what it means.”

Draco looked at the picture and happily confirmed that Harry was talking about the Rainbow Dragons. Perfect. Even if the boy couldn’t read the books Draco could explain the dreams and continue from there. However, when he opened his mouth he said something completely different from what he had planned.

“The Rainbow Dragons are a myth. They are not real…”

The blond closed his mouth with an audible click and his eyes widened in surprise. That was not what he had wanted to say! He wanted to tell Harry the truth! Harry wasn’t looking at him and didn’t witness the blonde’s anxious face.

“Really? Your mother told you that? Why am I dreaming with them then?”

‘Because you’re going to have a bond with one!’ Thought Draco fiercely, concentrating in the words he wanted to say.

“I don’t know… My-my mother t-told me t-that… that…” Draco swallowed hard and looked at Harry in panic. The Gryffindor noticed the stuttering and turned to look at the blond with concern.

“Draco?”

“She told me that they are su… supposed t-to be… g-ghosts… of other dr-dragons…”

‘Fucking hell! What the fuck is happening?!’ Draco stood and Harry followed him, confused about the blonde’s behaviour.

“Ghosts? Draco wait! What does that mean? Why are you so nervous? There’s more to it doesn’t it?”

Draco wanted to scream. He rubbed his face with his hands trying to collect himself.

‘Sally, what’s happening? Why can’t I tell him?! Is it you?’

‘Not me… There’s something here. A strange energy. It surges when you talk.’

‘Magic? Like a curse? Can you do something?’

‘No, it’s very strong and deeply rooted. I can’t undo it without hurting you.’

‘Damn!’

Fuck Snape! Draco was sure that his ex-professor had something to do with this! He didn’t have more time to think of what the man could have done. Harry took him by the arms and turned him around, forcing the blond to face him.

“Draco, answer me. Is there something bad about the dragons?”

The Slytherin sighed and lowered his head. He was going to kill Severus Snape! For the moment he only opened his mouth and let the words flow.

“No, not really. I’m sorry I overreacted. They are said to represent a big or important event. Usually something related to ancient magic.”

He was going to kill Snape painfully.

Harry looked intrigued for a moment, but his mind quickly related ancient magic to the Horcruxes.

“Oh. Well, maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe we are going to…”

He closed his mouth in time before he revealed something to Draco. The blond lifted his head and looked at him intrigued.

“What? Find some ancient spell to rid ourselves of the Dark Lord?”

Harry smiled at the other boy, happy that the nervousness had disappeared.

“Maybe. Wouldn’t we be lucky if that is all that would take to kill the mad man?”

Draco snorted. Harry thought that he saw a spark of amusement in the grey eyes.

“I seriously doubt it’d be so easy. Old magic has a tendency to be complicated and to require a high price to pay.”

He looked again into Harry’s eyes and started when he noticed they were too close. He hadn’t realized that the black-haired boy had not released his arms. He gulped at the intensity with which Harry was looking at him. Those eyes were so passionate that Draco felt mesmerized.

“Po-Potter?”

The Gryffindor boy lifted one of his hands to gently grab the back of the blonde’s head and leaned into him, kissing the lips of a very surprised Draco, who gasped and then moaned in pleasure, feeling Harry’s tongue tentatively invading his mouth. It didn’t last long. Harry soon ended the kiss and looked awkwardly at the other boy. However he didn’t take away his hand from the blonde’s hair.

“Potter, w-what… ?”

“I… I’m sorry I-I just…”

“Weeell, look at what we have here!”

“Oooooh both of you look so cute!!”

Draco and Harry jumped in alarm and were immediately attacked by the twins. The blond boy gasped as George trapped him with one arm and ruffled his hair. Harry was being hugged within an inch of his life and about to die from embarrassment.

“We knew there was something…”

“…happening between you two…”

“…Ginny has been so upset…”

“…it could only mean she finally realized…”

“…that you found your true path mate!”

Draco managed to free himself from the twin that was harassing him and put some distance between himself and the mad Weasleys, which unfortunately got him farther from the door. Meanwhile Harry was looking between them, gaping and slightly horrified.

“Wha… what? What do you mean?”

“Please! Anyone with half a brain could see…”

“…that you two had been so chummy lately…”

“…besides, Harry you did have the tendency…”

“…we noticed way back in school…”

Harry and Draco both were stunned and listening like idiots to the Weasley twins talking about all kind of crazy tales, and insisting in always had known that Harry was fated to end up with some bloke. Harry heard them as if in a dream. He spent a full minute trying to figure out when in the nine hells had he managed to show interest for a guy! Somewhere along the line Harry came back to reality and interrupted the endless stream of the twins’ speech.

“Wait! How could you possibly know…? I mean Draco and I never…! Aren’t you supposed to be angry in behalf of your sister?!” He finished in despair. Both twins grinned exuberantly at him.

“Don’t take us wrong, we love Ginny…”

“…she’s the most wonderful sister…”

“…at least when she’s in her right mind…”

“…and we like you, but frankly Harry…”

“…you’re not the best for each other.”

The Gryffindor boy gaped again and couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt.

“What?”

“Do not be offended Harry, is just…”

“…that she’s so infatuated with you, it’s not healthy.”

“You both would have killed each other sooner or later.”

“Yeah, you don’t know how dangerous an obsessed woman can be.”

The two younger boys just stood there, gaping at the twins’ words. The two Weasleys launched into giving Harry numerous reasons why he and their sister would never have lived happily, and that they will support him against the rest of the family. They started to dramatize the terrible breakdown with the rest of the wizarding world when Harry finally had enough and started to manoeuvre to the door, grabbing Draco, and taking them both out of the library.

The boys hurried down the hall until they reached the safety of Draco’s bedroom. Once there they indulged in a moment of nervous laughter before Draco leaned heavily on a wall and looked questioningly at Harry.

“So… what was all that about?”

Harry shrugged helplessly.

“I certainly don’t know, the twins are crazy…”

“I mean about the kiss.” Draco interrupted the Gryffindor before he could go on about his silly friends.

“Oh.” Harry looked at the floor in embarrassment, and then sighed slightly.

“I… I don’t really know… I suppose I just want to… maybe… give it a chance…?”

Draco narrowed his eyes, not in the least comfortable with what was happening.

“What exactly do you want Harry?”

The boy sighed and put his hands in his pockets looking everywhere but at the blond.

“I’m not sure. Look, each time I’m with you I feel… this need… to just touch you, or hug you… I don’t know why, I just feel really… happy… I enjoy being near you. I don’t know how to explain it…”

The Slytherin mentally cursed his potions professor once more. He craved to tell Harry the truth and put him at ease. No, he wasn’t developing a sudden like for boys, nor he was about to jump Malfoy in the middle of the library. It was just that the bond that their magic had formed was pulling at the Gryffindor, and the boy, having no idea of what was happening, was trying to find an explanation to his feelings. Draco didn’t stop to consider his options very much, he said to Harry the first thing that came to his mind.

“I understand. You are curious.”

Harry looked at him in surprise and scepticism.

“Look Potter… Harry, not every attraction between two people has to be all about deep feelings for each other. The majority of the boys in a boarding school experiment with each other quite frequently. No feelings attached. No one has to stop being friends or expect a commitment. It just happens.”

The Gryffindor boy bit his lip nervously.

“What if I do have feelings about this? About you?”

It was Draco’s turn to look sceptically at the other boy.

“Why would you? You hardly know me. We spent six years being nasty to each other, and picking fights. We are just getting to be friends, and I can finally accept that I have a crush on you. But it’s only that. I find you attractive and I want you to like me, but I’m not having a sudden revelation of how deep and true my feelings are. And neither do you Harry. Despite the romantic notion of the twins, I’m quite sure that when we were in school you had other more serious things in your mind than appreciating other guys’ good qualities.”

Harry huffed and smiled despite himself.

“So, you’re telling me that this… sudden need to be as close as I can to you is… what? Some repressed teenager lust? It doesn’t feel like that.”

“What does it feel like then?”

“Well…” The black-haired boy shrugged helplessly. “Fuck. I don’t have any idea!”

Draco approached the Gryffindor and tentatively put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s ok Potter. You’re confused. It happens.”

Harry turned to look at the blond and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“You don’t seem at all disturbed by the idea.”

Malfoy shrugged and licked his lips.

“Well, I told you. I do find you attractive. And we are both pretty much trapped in this house with nothing better to do but spend time with each other. I… I won’t mind to help you sort your confusion a bit.”

He smirked at the other boy at the same time that he privately berated himself. What the fuck he was doing? This was going to make things worse! Harry suddenly seemed to make out his mind, and pushed Draco a bit forcefully against the wall, looking at him intently. Draco gulped.

“So, you won’t mind to let me experiment, that’s what you’re saying?”

The blond looked into deep green eyes and nodded, feeling incapable of answering any other way. Harry huffed in annoyance but got closer to Draco’s face.

“No feelings attached? No commitment?”

Draco shook his head and suddenly Potter was practically over him, the Gryffindor’s body trapping his against the wall and a hand pulling at his hair. Harry’s head was alongside his, he could feel the other boy’s breath in his ear. A wet tongue caressed his earlobe and Draco couldn’t help moaning. Harry whispered then clearly in his ear.

“What if I do want one?”

The blond bit his lip and closed his eyes painfully. There was nothing that he could say that would convince the Gryffindor to leave the feelings at the side.

“When and if it happens we’ll talk about it?”

“And you promise that you will consider them seriously?”

Draco sighed in defeat. Harry’s hands were slowly finding their way between his robes, and the bond between their magical cores was growing stronger. He put his arms around Harry’s waist and leaned his head towards the brunette’s.

“Yes Harry. I promise.”

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he knew that he should have pushed Potter away. All this mess was bound to end badly. But as Harry’s mouth found the correct angle to better kiss his neck, and the exploring hands managed to reach skin, the blond lost himself in the sensations, oddly augmented by Sally’s joy and the constant flow of magic between the two boys. Why the hell couldn’t he make the most of his unique situation? Anything that could help him and the baby was to be encouraged, was it not? Besides, despite his recent discovery of a conscience, Draco Malfoy was still a Slytherin at his very core.

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That night, Draco scurried from his room to the kitchen and into the secret passage, followed by the two elves who stayed in the kitchen to wait for him and to make sure that no one wandered near it that night. Draco arrived earlier that normal to the chamber and waited impatiently the few minutes until Snape and Mad Eye arrived. As soon as they did the boy immediately started to rant about the sheer injustice of leaving Potter in the dark to deal alone with dreams about dragons, and to figure out why he was seeing things on his own. The two men were confused for a moment, but once they understood the problem they proceeded to calm down the youngster, and made him explain exactly what he had tried to do. Once he finished, they were all seated in armchairs, and Snape pinched the bridge of his nose as if in pain.

“So, Potter is having the dreams, but he can’t see the book yet.”

“Yes, and I can’t tell anything to him thanks to you! I don’t understand why you don’t want to tell him. He has to know!”

“Why do you say it’s my fault?” Said Snape, looking directly at Draco. The boy huffed in annoyance.

“Please! You are the one that’s always insisting that Potter must not know about all this! And Sally told me that there’s magic preventing me from telling him the truth! Obviously you thought that it would be better you make sure I’ll not open my mouth!”

“I’m admired that you had the talent to reach that conclusion.” Said Snape sarcastically. “However, such insight is in fact wrong. No one had done anything to prevent that you in particular give information to Potter. That was done before you were born.”

Draco looked confused and waited for them to explain. Moody continued to tell him the history.

“When Bellatrix was discovered, Regulus Black cursed her so that she could never talk about the Rainbow Dragons with anyone who didn’t actually have a bond. Unfortunately, his wording was not very precise, and instead to curse her alone he included every bonded one into the spell.”

“What? Oh Merlin! That means that even if Potter is looking directly at Sally right in front of him I won’t be able to tell him what she is?!”

“Precisely. And that’s also the reason why no one had been able to guide those who had been having the dreams. Since the gate was closed there had been at least ten people that we had been able to locate that should have a bond, but we can’t approach them. Not until they actually consummate it.” Said Alastor.

“Which would never happen anyway if our efforts to break the seal are not successful.” Said Snape with a meaningful glare.

‘Our? That sounds like a lot of people.’ Thought Draco sarcastically.

The boy huffed and ranted a bit more about the general injustice of the world, and of stupid cousins that didn’t take the time to phrase powerful curses carefully, and about insane aunts that caused all his misfortunes in the first place. The two adults watched him for a while with equal looks of commiseration, but soon Snape interrupted Draco’s soliloquy and pointed out that, as there was nothing they could do about the situation, it was pointless to wallow in it, and he redirected the blond to focus his energies on his pregnancy and the training they still had to do. Draco actually crossed his arms and pouted, but had no choice but to obey to Snape’s instructions.

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Unknown to everyone, even the house-elves, that same night Ginny scurried from her room into the potions’ lab. She was desperate and determined to retain Harry, even if she had to force things a little. No one was going to snatch Harry from her, and most certainly not that pig headed faggot! The rest of the family and Hermione were preoccupied, but none of them was going to do anything to change things. They were going to let Harry sort his feelings himself! Which Harry was clearly not capable to do! She couldn’t have it! She was not going to allow the Malfoy prissy git to win the saviour of the wizarding world over! It was her fault that things had gone the wrong way and she was going to fix them. She had to do it for Harry’s own good!

The lab was in perfect state; a steaming cauldron encased in a special bubble to protect its contents from disturbance was seated on a working table. There were other two working stations clear. The girl snarled at the still unfinished potion, and then went to find the ingredients she needed. She hoped to find all of them in the cabinets or she would have some problems to acquire them. Finally, after half an hour of search she had a table ready for work and everything at hands reach. She took out a couple of crumpled sheets that she had tore from a magazine and scowled at them.

It wasn’t so hard, the potion was a bit unclear and she had never brewed something like that before, but she could manage. The incense was easy enough. She decided to get started with the potion, and while she waited for it to simmer she could prepare the incense. Once decided, she put the cauldron on the fire and started to work.

A couple of hours later she checked the potion to see if it was pink like the recipe said it should, and then put it on a vial. She cleaned everything consciously to make sure that no one knew that someone other than Malfoy had brewed anything, and then returned to her room as quietly as she had come.

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Ginny waited impatiently for the day to finish. She hadn’t talked with anyone the entire day, and had only wandered out of her room for meals. She noticed that Harry didn’t seem troubled by her unusual behaviour, and that made her seethe with fury. If it had been Malfoy hiding in his room all day, Harry would have come for him!

She couldn’t believe that her family was letting Harry slip away. They were even starting to be solicitous towards Malfoy! Specially the twins! Ginny bristled in annoyance at her brothers every time they flanked the blond boy as some sort of bodyguards. She hated the consideration everyone was giving to the death eater’s spawn. Well, Harry was not going to be a part of it anymore! She was going to make things between the Gryffindor boy and her to fit again into her expectations. Harry was going to be grateful eventually.

She entered the black-haired boy’s room when everyone was having dinner, and put the incense to burn, making sure that the windows were closed before she quietly got out. Soon the entire room was filled with delicate fumes.

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Harry went to his bedroom after midnight. He and Hermione had finally set a plan of action for going searching for the last horcrux. They had agreed that they needed an adult as an ally and had decided that if Remus didn’t came back the next week they would confide in Mad Eye Moody. That would make things a bit easier for them, since Harry was unwilling to tell the truth to the entire Order. There were just many things that could go wrong, and there were some people in the Order that were not entirely trustworthy as far as Harry was concerned.

The boy sighed in tiredness and walked straight to his bed, starting to get rid of his shirt before he noticed the peculiar smell that suffused his room. He stopped his movements immediately and sniffed, trying to identify the odour and its source. He finally noticed the incensory at his bedside table and scowled to it, analysing the ashes that were at the bottom of the small receptacle. He took a step towards the door and felt instantly dizzy. He shook his head in confusion, looking around him bewildered, and asking himself what exactly he was doing. There was the feeling of something being really wrong in the back of his head, but he couldn’t focus on what it was. His vision was starting to get unfocused, and he sat heavily on the bed.

A noise from the door got his attention, and he lifted his head with some effort. The slightly blurry image of Ginny entered his room, and closed the door behind her. Harry looked at her and blinked in confusion as she calmly approached him. The girl stood in front of him confidently, and cupped his face in her hands. Harry blinked at her owlishly, trying to comprehend what she was doing or how she had managed to get so close to him. The girl smiled seductively to him and leaned slightly, kissing his lips tenderly.

A sense of wrongness grew inside of Harry’s head, but he could not for the life of him pin point exactly what was wrong. He sat heavily on the bed with Ginny making herself comfortable on his lap. She kissed him again and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Gi… Ginny?”

“Sht, Harry. You don’t have to do anything, only relax. I’ll do all the work.”

The Gryffindor boy blinked again, not understanding in the least what the girl was saying. He felt like floating in a dense fog, and his arms started to go numb. He tried to turn around, and discovered with some surprise that he was laying across his bed, a weird weight over him. He felt absently a pair of hands touching him, and Ginny’s voice washed over him incomprehensively one last time before he fell into a deep slumber.
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