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The Peacemaker	By : stainedlips Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 25167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 19: Severing Puppet Strings

"I don't know how you ever managed to get one here, Hagrid," the green haired Gryffindor said in an almost misty, dreamy voice while leaning against a small oak on the outskirts of the forest. Her grass green eyes sparkled in the dying rays of sun as she gazed at the magnificent bird.

The roc was absolutely enormous. It's rich golden brown feathers made it resemble a huge eagle with a wing span that reached just over 18 meters. He looked dangerously majestic stalking back and forth, letting his fierce, black talons sink into the ground as he paced, undoughtably trying to figure out a way to escape the rope that defiantly had to be charmed in order to hold such a creature upon land.

"'Twas more Charlie Weasley's doin' than mine." the half giant replied while unconsciously running his large fingers through his bushy, black beard.

"Has a lot of connections with wizards 'ho deal with endangered species, 'e does."

Harara smirked, and gave a half giggle.

"Another Weasley? Merlin! How many of them are there?"

Harara could see a wide grin creep over the large man's burly face, and his eyes sparkled under his thick eyebrows.

"More than enough to keep the professors on their toes," Hagrid replied, chuckling.

"Ah, so I've heard," she said joining in on Hagrid's chuckle.

"So how was yer first week at Hogwarts?" he asked, gazing at the sun as it dipped into the western horizon.

"It's been interesting. The classes are excellent, and the professors are defiantly Masters in their fields," then grinning she added, "Present company included," causing a blush to just barley be seen on his forehead and around his eyes. "Though I'm not sure about all the rivalry between houses."

Hagrid gave the girl a knowing smile, and replied. "Well, a little competition 'is good fir 'em."

Then turning his attention back to the impressive creature still stalking back and forth across the large field before them, "'E's a little riled up after bein' 'round all the students. Why don' ya see if ya can calm 'im down some while I go see to them billywigs," the half giant said warmly, and began the trek back to his cottage, knowing that Harara could handle the roc.

As Hagrid vanished down the trail, and out of sight, Harara withdrew a wooden flute from her robes, and approached the roc slowly, yet determinedly. The exquisite bird stopped pacing as it sensed the girl's presence, turning it's large head towards her, and focusing it's black eyes upon her.

Harara came to a stop just meters from the enormous bird of prey, closer than most would come alone, armed only with a wooden flute in hand. The Gryffindor's bright green eyes smiled at the huge creature as she lifted the flute to her full lips, and began playing a soothing, airy tune.

A soft breeze gently tussled her forest green locks as Harara focused her energy upon the magnificent creature, sending him a warm, peaceful vibration. The roc was completely enthralled with the magical music as he gracefully dropped down, resting upon the ground, ga at at the green haired witch lazily.

Her fingers continued to dance over the flute's holes, blowing rich breaths, producing her potent magic. Her thoughts whirled in a mist of tranquility, and her hips began to sway in time with the magic music, becoming one with it, dancing with it like a long time lover, using it's power to enchant and lull the beast.

When she was sure the roc had fallen into peaceful sleep, she ended her soothing song with one last breath, and lowered the flute, placing it back in the pocket of her robes. Then taking one last look at the sleeping creature, securing this moment in her memory, Harara walked back towards the tree line of the forest, spotting someone leaning against the oak tree where she had left her knapsack.

Harara sighed frustratedly, gazing at the platinum-blonde Slytherin, and slowed her pace. Somehow she knew he'd be here. He had stared at her during every class they had together throughout the day, and had even tried approaching her in between classes, but had been distracted by Ron provoking an argument that ended in Snape taking away points from Gryffindor. Not that she would have given him the time of day anyways...At least that's what she kept trying to tell herself.

'What the hell is his problem? Why does he have to harass me? Can't he just stay away?... Doesn't he know how much I want him when he looks at me with those eyes of his?...Hell that's probably why he's torturing me....He big bigot and a complete sod... Gods, why do I want him?!' she thought silently while approaching, and coming to a stop in front of him.

Harara's green eyes met his silvery ones as she gazed angrily at him.

"That was beautiful," he said, giving her sincere smile.

Harara's features softened for a brief moment, and then immediately turned back to an angry glare. Without a word, Harara began stalking down the path scowling, not completely unlike an annoyed roc.

Draco strode up quickly behind her, and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, causing her to stop in her tracks. She stood there, with her back facing him, feeling the heat of his hand course through her robes, and into her skin, making it almost tingle.

"Harara, please just talk to me. I know, I'm a total ass, and you have no idea how sorry I am."

Harara spun around on her heel, staring daggers at him, her eyes beginning to cloud over.

"You're right. You are a complete ass, and a bigot, and you can go bugger yourself for all I care. How could you say that to me after I trusted you? How can you be so cruel? I...I thought you cared about me...The look in your eyes, and the reading......Well, I guess I was just being stupid, fooling myself, wanting you to be someone you're not." She said that last sentence with more sorrow than anger, as her eyes clouded over to a dark and deep blue, looking like an endless ocean as they teared over.

"I just...It's just that it came as a kind of shock...Well, what I mean is..." he began stumbling over his words.

Draco knew that he was standing at a huge crossroad. This was bigger than just being about him and Harara. It was about him and his father. It decided his entire future.

Harara narrowed her eyes at him, and just as she was about to leave he spoke in a calm and determined tone.

"Listen...My whole life I have been taught to believe certain ideals when it comes to wizarding families and blood. My father has pushed his beliefs into my head ever since I could hear his voice. My entire life was mapped out for me before I was ever born. I've never had a say in anything I do, anything I say, or anything I think. It's all about power to my father, and I'm supposed to be some kind of carbon copy of him......But I'm not my father. I never could be, and I'd never want to be......Harara, I...I care for you too much. I don't want to lose you......I'm so sorry."

Harara stared at him completely expressionless, letting his words wash over her. For a brief moment she thought this may be some kind of joke, and at any moment a group of Slytherins would jump out from behind trees laughing, but that thought quy ley left her mind as she looked deep into his eyes. He looked completely torn.

"And what about Hagrid and Hermione...and all the other muggle borns? You call people Mudblood on a daily basis, Draco. What am I supposed to think?"

"I know. You have every right to think I'm full of shit, and I wouldn't blame you if you never forgave me, but truly, I'm not the person I used to be, and I'm not going to continue in my father's footsteps. I don't think, muggle borns are any less wizards...I don't think we should have to hide from muggles like some kind of freaks, but that doesn't mean I think we should torture and kill them either." Draco stepped forward, closing the distance between them, placing his hands on Harara's shoulders, looking deep into her eyes, trying to make her understand if not with his words then with his will.

A deep sigh escaped her throat, as she leaned into Draco's touch, lifting her hand to his cheek, wiping away the single tear that had begun to trail down his face.

"You're an insufferable prat. You know that, right?"

He smirked, and pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his strong Quidditch trained arms around her, enveloping her with his body heat. Her head rested upon his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

He ran pale fingers through her long hair, soothing her, knowing he had made the right decision, and that things would be different. Whether those things would turn out good or not he didn't know, and he didn't care either. He was Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, and he wasn't anyone's puppet.

Draco pulled back from her just enough to rest his forehead upon hers, looking into her eyes. She piered back at him under wet lashes, a few stray tears rolling down her face.

Draco's lips brushed across Harara's cheek, kissing her salty tears away, before moving over her mouth, kissing her softly and slowly, savoring her taste. The delicate flesh of lips pressed softly together. Mouths parting, and tongues timidly reaching out to caress ever so lightly. Warm fingers massaging and trailing over cloth covered skin, as their breath quickened. Gryffindor and Slytherin coming together in peace.

The soft kiss deepened into a hot, lusty The Their bodies pressed closely together, falling into each other, wanting and needing to be closer. The entire world fell away into darkness, leaving just them, together in their raw passion and love.

Fingers danced over each other, undoing buttons, and stripping away clothing and shoes until they were embracing naked, devouring each other, sharing body heat, not caring that Hagrid could come along at any moment to check on his roc.

Draco nibbled and licked his way down Harara's smooth neck, and his pale fingers glided up and down her back, tracing little patterns. The Gryffindor scratched her nails down his back, resting her hands on his firm backside, pulling him close to her, grinding into him, feeling his hard cock press against her, withdrawing a lusty moan from his lips.

The blonde firmly grasped the girls waist, and captured her luscious lips in a heated kiss, pulling her down to the ground with him until he was laying upon their discarded clothing with her straddling his hips. Soft tongues danced and swirled rhythmically together, and hands flew caressing soft, exposed skin.

Harara pulled back from the kiss, and gazed down at the blonde trapped beneath her, smiling impishly, rubbing her drenched pussy along the length of his hard shaft, drawing a deep groan from her love, who closed his eyes, and thrusted up against her hot sex.

Pulling her body down, Draco swirled his tongue around one hard nipple, and sucked it into his mouth, while lifting a hand to cradle and massage the neglected breast. The exotic girl moved her hips in slow little motions over the blonde's hard arousal, feeling wonderful friction on her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Harara pressed and rubbed against Draco, as he expertly sucked and teased her nipples in turn, making soft sighs and moans rise from her throat until she couldn't take the teasing any longer, and in one perfect, slow movement she pushed her hips down, and let Draco's member enter into her wet pussy.

The lovers moaned together as his cock was completely buried in Harara's warm sex. Draco released Harara's nipple, and pulled her down to enthrall her lips in a deep and searing kiss. The exotic girl moved her hips slowly up and down on his hard cock, tightening and clamping her muscles around the base every time he was completely engulfed, causing him to groan against their kiss.

Breaking their kiss, Harara quickened her pace, loving the feeling of his cock entering and withdrawing over and over again. Draco's nimble fingers gently turned and twisted Harara's nipples as she fucked his cock in long and quick thrusts, watching the expression of ecstasy displayed upon the exotic girl's face. His pale fingers moved down her sides until he was firmly grasping her waist, and began to thrust hard, up into her.

Harara dropped down until she was nuzzling and sucking gently on the milky white flesh of Draco's neck, holding her hips still, letting him fuck her fast and hard, loving how every time he thrusted into her she could feel a small amount of friction on her clit, enough to make her body quiver on top of him, almost screaming into his neck.

Harara's contracting pussy muscles threw him over the edge, causing both teens to shake and moan together, tensing, screaming each other's name, engulfed by the fire of their duel orgasm as he shot his hot load deep inside her.

As their bodies relaxed into each other, Draco flipped their positions so he was laying on top of her, still inside her, and drew her mouth into a soft, slow kiss. Ivory fingers combed through forest green tresses, and mouths pressed together gently as tongues touched briefly.

Pulling out of her, Draco smiled down at Harara, feeling more alive and content than he has ever felt before. The green haired girl grinned up at him, brushing stray locks of golden blonde out of his eyes.

After a few cleansing spells, the couple dressed, and then came together, holding each other in a loving embrace.

"Where do we go from here?" Harara asked never wanting this perfect moment to end.

Draco pulled back, looking into her bright green eyes, holding her still close.

"I don't know, but I'm willing to find out," and with that he kissed her lips sweetly.

"Want to come watch my Quidditch practice, and then afterwards we can take a walk before dinner?"

Harara smiled up at him, and giggled thinking how cliché that sounded.

"Well, how about I meet you down at the pitch in a couple hours. I've got a lot of studying to do to prepare for the N.E.W.T.s."

Hand in hand the couple began walking back towards the castle, enjoying the contentedness that seemed to fill the air surrounding them, when suddenly Harara stopped in her tracks.

"I forgot my knapsack. Go ahead on without me, and I'll see you later tonight."

Draco pulled the girl into a tight embrace, not wanting to let her go just yet. He devoured her lips with his, darting his tongue into her mouth, circling it around hers, before letting her go.

"See you tonight, Love," he said looking deeply into her eyes, and then watched her take off down the trail, before turning and heading in the opposite direction.

As Harara made her way back over to the small oak with slow strides. Her mind was filled with visions of what just happened. It was the first time she had seen him let his guard down, his usual domineering mask melted away. His aura and mannerisms had been soft and sincere. It was a side of him that she was sure not many people, if any, had seen before.

The Gryffindor bent over to pick up her parcel, darting her eyes over into the forest, hearing a soft crackling of leaves. She immediately brushed it off as being a squirrel or rabbit, and began walking back down the trail to the castle, turning her thoughts back to the blonde Slytherin.

She heard the crackling again as she silently walked, then stopped, and turned around.

"Is that you, Draco?"

The person who revealed themselves was not who she was expecting.

"Nope, not Draco," Pansy Parkinson said while smirking, then immediately pointed her wand at the startled girl, and firmly said, "Stupefy!"

Before Harara had a chance to dodge the white light being hurled, she felt the spell hit her, and was engulfed by darkness, falling to the ground in a deep sleep.
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