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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN:Wow! I didn't realize how long it had been. I'm so greatly sorry, but between classes and stolen merchandise, I've been a bit depressed and unimaginative. I could have posted another chapter on my Tommy story, too. So, I'll get this one up, try for one of those, and work on the Bound and Gagged one next. Also, this new set-up is f@@@ed.
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Anon: Nope, no hope for that, I guess. They took the serial number, but it'll probably just get sold on a Craig's list or something. It was password protected, so my stuff is safe, at least.
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Sablesilverrain: No one was home when they broke in, but I'll never truly replace the data I lost. It brings tears to my eyes even two months later. No, I didn't lose my muse, but I did lose all of my notes, so I'm redoing it all, except what was in my head. I'm an inspiration? Wow, I never realized! Keep working on that fic, I'll just die if it does.
Nickaia: Outrage is a good description. Thanks. Oh, no smut, just funny, and a little embarrassing.
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CM:I believe I explained it all in my E-mail. Thanks for your concern.
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Chapter Nineteen: Playing House and The Ways of Wizards
Male Pregnancies
II - Veela and Flying Species
Among the avian breeds, it has long been speculated that breeding would be done by fertilizing an egg, building some form of nest and laying said egg. But this is mere fancy. Veela are especially susceptible to male impregnation, being that there are more submissive males than females. A veela male will carry the young for the same nine months of human gestation and bears these young live through a magical temporary orifice that is located on the lower abdomen, thus bypassing the smaller male pelvic opening. Veela bear in twins, often birthing as many as six young at a time. This is difficult on the mother, or bearer in the case of a male, and thus most often is only attempted a maximum of three times. Most males only carry one pregnancy to term.
The best form of Veela birth control is to only mate in human form, as Veela only fertilize while in the flight mating. When children are born to a Veela, whether by male pregancy or natural female births, the Veela are extremely protective of their young. The most dangerous time to encounter a Veela is when they are caring for a child under the age of five years. Veela are exempt from prosecution if a death occurs due to a perceived threat to their young. Veela kept in captivity have been known to go insane and kill indescriminantly or suicide.
   Narcissa Black Malfoy greeted him as he stepped, or rather stumbled, out of the floo. She stood by regally, waiting as he righted himself and brushed some light dust from his clothing. The Malfoy floo was so clean that he rarely ended up soiled by it. "Try lifting your foot as you speak your destination, it can help to ease the landings." she told him.

   After raising an eyebrow, he nodded thoughtfully. "I'll try that when I return on Sunday. This is for you.Where's Draco?" he asked after handing her the box he'd brought. It was a collections of diagrams, many of them stolen from one of Dudley's science book, that showed the make up of cells, and at the bottom was a smaller copy of the periodic table of elements. He'd gotten it from a local stationary store, near Grimmauld place.

   "Why thank you, Harry. Draco is recovering from a fall, I'm afraid. I considered cancelling this weekend, or maybe just postponing. But, Lucius thought you might be able to cheer him up."

   "What happened?" Harry asked as he gestured the woman to proceed him. She talked as they traveled the halls and he listened attentively.

   "I'm afraid one of our house elves is getting quite old. He was scrubbing the stairs that lead to the eastern ramparts and left a bit of a puddle on them. Draco was going up to do some astronomy research for his new position and he took a nasty tumble."

   "Was he badly hurt?" Harry asked quickening his steps.

   "Several broken ribs and a mild concussion. Dislocated his shoulder and sprained his ankle and wrist. The healers have said he'll fully recover, but he's to stay in bed for the rest of today and part of tomorrow. He's in here." Narcissa turned and entered the room, Harry following behind her.

   Since he'd never been in the room before, Harry looked around as he entered. He was surprised by the dark blue and pale green color scheme. The main feature of the room was a king-sized bed made of oak with a plaid coverlet. Nestled in the center of the bed, his pale head of hair wrapped in a crisp white bandage, was the youngest living Malfoy.

   "You've decided to stay?" Draco asked.

   "Of course. I made a promise, I'll keep it." Harry returned.

   "Then, I'll leave you two alone." Narcissa backed out and closed the door behind her.

   Harry watched it until it clicked shut, then he turned back to the blond, "How are you feeling?"

   "Ruddy awful. What did you think?"

   "You look it." Harry snarked as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Never seen you look worse, in fact."

   "Well, thank you, Potter!" Draco sniffed indignantly, but it was wasted by his wince of pain. "I suppose I do, but at least I have an excuse. What is yours, Potter?"

   Harry laughed genuinely and Draco responded with a smile. "I deserved that. What would you like to do . . that you are allowed to, that is?"

   Draco sighed and looked around. "Can you play chess?"

   "Wizard's chess? I can, but I'm not as good as Ron."

   "Weasley plays chess? Hmmm." Draco lifted his wand with his uninjured arm and waved it awkwardly. An armoire at the other side of the room opened and a case of pure white dragonhyde flew out and floated over to the bed. It opened to display an ornate chess set of quartz and obsidian, with inlayed diamonds on the board. Draco watched Harry's eyes as he examined it. "The pieces are spelled to reform after the game is played."

   "Yes, I knew that." Harry said.

   "But, only after it is played to completion. If we start a game, we have to finish it. I won't play an incomplete game and ruin my best set."

   "Understood. I'll play you, but you are probably gonna win every time. I'm not that good."

   "How long have you been playing?" Draco asked as he settled the board and the pieces took their places.

   "Since first year. I've played Ron a lot, but I've never beaten him." He lifted a pawn and moved it forward.

   "Haven't you played anyone else?" Draco asked as he studied the board.

   "Well, yes. I've played Ginny, Charlie and Seamus. Shea and I play some still, but he's not as good as Ron. I like to win, once in a while, but I like a good challenge."

   "So, you will like playing me." Draco surmised as he moved his piece.

   The game continued for fifteen moves before Draco slid the queen to the position that left Harry checked and the green-eyed wizard conceded the win. Draco smirked at him while the pieces reformed, but there was no bite to it. Harry smiled and reached for the pawn at his king's right.

   "You're not bad, Potter. But you should play with more skilled opponents. You'll never improve by playing against inferior players." Draco moved his King's pawn forward two places.

   "You're alright too, Draco." Harry returned, staring at the board. "You aren't trying to let me win, are you?"

   "Absolutely not, Potter. I intend on trouncing you."

   "Okay," Harry allowed. He moved his knight's pawn next.

   Draco smirked and played his queen, sliding her to the farthest square on her path, diagonally across the board. "Checkmate, Potter." Draco said in a flat tone.

   "No!" Harry cried looking at the board in disbelief. "In three moves?" he asked.

   "It's called a fool's mate, Potter." Draco said and Harry looked up quickly.

   "You lie." he accused.

   Draco shook his head slowly and Harry just stared at him. "What?"

   "I can't believe you did that to me. Ron would never have played a game like that. Draco, you are really something."

   "And that makes you angry with me?" the blond asked.

   "No. It intrigues me. You've made your point, too. If I had never played anyone but Ron, I'd never have heard of that game. Thanks, Malfoy." And Harry was gifted with a speechless Draco Malfoy.

   Ron looked up from where he knelt on the restaurant floor. His new dress robes were crisp and clean, other than where his knee rested on the floor, and they had cost him most of his last paycheck, but that was nothing compared to the price of the ring he held up in front of the girl that sat in front of him.

   From her chair, Eloise stared at him with her chin pulling her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. She stuttered out, "What did you say?"

   Ron smiled patiently, "I said, 'Will you marry me, Eloise Midgeon?"

   The girl's head shook, but the accumulation of tears in her eyes would confuse an onlooker. "I thought you were teasing me, Ron Weasley. I thought that you kept coming to me so that some big joke would get a laugh from your friends, and then you'd be gone. But you never told any jokes, never embarrassed me or made me look stupid. You're serious, aren't you?"

   "I am completely serious, Elle. I want to marry you and settle down. Consider having a family and spending the rest of our lives together, please?" Ron begged as he held her fingers in his hands. "You don't have to answer me now. I'll wait as long as you need me to."

   Eloise looked around, seeing again the decoration that Ron had hung on the walls, the pictures from their first two dates, taken by Collin who had hidden nearby as an arrangement with Ron, blue and gold ribbons (Eloise's favorite colors), small bluebirds winging among potted geraniums that bloomed with bright orange flowers and a banner that read, "I love you, Elle" in silver and gold letters. Ron had booked the entire restaurant and they were the only customers in there after the normal closing time. This was far from unusual, for Eloise worked a late shift at the potions lab that supplied St. Mungo's and they had come here several times now.

   The tears came over the barriers of her lids and ran in rivulets down her cheeks, smooth now due to the potion Ron had begged from Professor Snape and was due to spend a few years repaying the man for. She pulled her hands free and wrapped them around his neck. "I don't need more time, Ron. I know my answer. Yes! Oh, Yes!"

   The red-haired man surged to his feet and lifted the girl from the chair. He kissed her passionately and swung her around.

   After five months of courting, Ron had finally gotten her to date him and it had taken no time afte that to realize that he had fallen hard for the mild and demure daughter of the Midgeon bloodline. Her faerie heritage, that had been his early goal, added more explanation to his ready affections, though this was not the reason for his love.

   "You should know . . " he began as he sat again, pulling her into his lap. "I have a creature bloodline."

   "So do I." Eloise said.

   "I know. I've known since Christmas." Ron watched her eyes and was concerned about the look that filled them. "I knew and it was why I wanted to be with you, in the beginning."

   "You're using me?" Eloise began to pull away but Ron held her tighter.

   "No! Elle, I wanted to, but you're so sweet and you try to be independent, but sometimes you're needy and you look so lost, that I just want to wrap you in my arms and be a barrier from the rest of the world."

   "Needy and dependent? Not like Hermione Granger, then?" Eloise exclaimed.

   "Hermione doesn't need anyone. Don't you see? She didn't need me. She was smarter, more skillful . . . and much better at everything. There was nothing for me to do for her. It made me feel worthless." Ron took a moment to watch her face, then he continued. "With you, we compliment each other. I'm good at defensive spells and charms,while you are so good at transfigurations and potions. We are about even when it comes to everything else, so we're perfect for each other. And . . . I love you, Elle. I can't say when it happened. I can't tell you what caused it, but it's true."

   Eloise stared at him, silently reviewing his words and weighing their truths. She shook her head again and a smile crept onto her face. "I believe you, Ron Weasley. I said that I'll marry you and I don't care why you sought me out. I love you, too." she leaned closer, wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck until he closed the distance and kissed her with all the passion he felt. His heart thudded in his chest, like a fireball trying to break free, and Eloise felt like a lifeline holding him together and anchoring him to the Earth.
   As she walked out of the offices of the Dept of Muggle Relations, Hermione contemplated the words of the administrator she had just met with, "You're a brilliant woman, Miss Granger. But before you can proceed toward the fulfillment of you goals, you need to decide just which goals are the most important to you. Filter down to a chosen few and let some of the others take a step back and wait Get you priorities straight. What is the most important thing to you, Miss Granger?"

   Hermione hadn't known the answer to the man's question and now, as she headed home, she was running over the options in her head. Freedom, success, prosperity, love, family . . . . each held its place for her, but what waste the most important?

   She'd thought that success, passing her NEWTs and going on to begin a lucrative career, were a top priority, but even as she walked up to the Ministry's floo network, she knew this was of less importance to her then before. Freedom had now been obtained, so it had dropped in her estimation of worth. Prosperity was elusive, though she wanted to move out on her own and an income would be key. Love was a laugh to her, since Ron had dashed her feelings so thoroughly this last year.

   Before she could get into the floo, a family walked up looking flustered. The woman carried a baby while the man had two small children by the hands. the little boy's nose was running and he'd been crying. "I should have come alone. You and the children didn't need to be here for this." the man said.

   "And if you'd been found guilty? What would I have said to them? How could I go on without you?" the woman looked near hysterics. "You and my babies are all i have in the world since that monster killed my parents and my brothers."

   "Hesperia, you're scaring little Micah. Get control of yourself. You're a strong, independent witch, with more power and control than most of the wizards I've ever met. With you as a mother, these are destined to be great talents. If anything ever happens to me, you've got to promise to keep it together, for them."

   The woman took a deep breath then looked around her. She kissed the baby in her arms before passing her to her husband. She squatted down and put her hands on her other children's shoulders and smiled at them. "We're gonna be just fine, my Lovelies. Daddy is coming home and we'll go about out lives, just like before. Give us some love." the two children kissed her cheeks and hugged her close, smiling like they'd been given sweets.

   Hermione stepped back and waved them to the open floo. The man nodded her way as his wife took the children into the fireplace and held their hands. Her husband tossed in the powder while she cried out their destination. When the green flames subsided, he followed with the baby in his arms.

   After a deep, cleansing breath, Hermione stepped behind them. Her smile was one of relief and resolve. She knew now just where her priorities should focus and was calculating the best way to go about achieving them. She dropped her floo powder and called out clearly, "Number 12, Grimmauld Place."

   A pale face watched her from behind the crowd, eyes black as coal within the frame of shoulder length black hair. As he studied the place where she had been, a crimson tongue slid over sharp fangs and teeth. As quick as lightening, he was gone in intent on finding his father and updating him on this new information. Lorcan d'Eath would be very curious about who might live in the abode on Grimmauld Place. And in exchange, he would have to give his son the information the young man had waited for his entire life.
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