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Author's Notes: I
would like to make it clear now that 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?
On to the story! Please review!

French
translations: ((example))

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Blaise couldn't
remember the first time that he'd met Draco. True, wizards could remember much
farther back than muggles, but he and Draco had been together almost constantly
from the day they were born. And ever since, until Hogwarts at least, they'd
spent half a year at Malfoy Manor, and half a year at Tenebre Stella, the
Zabini estate in Italy, which had been their House seat for millennia, much as
the Manor had been for the Malfoy's.

They were
together for every broom accident, every failed spell, every punishment, every
swing of depression and joy. They were best friends, closer than brothers, and
coming to Hogwarts hadn't changed a thing. Their fathers had made sure they'd
always had their own set of rooms, but they'd done most of the enchantments
themselves, and it had started out with two king-size beds iad oad of the one
enormous bed they had at present. That hadn't changed until their fifth year,
and he still remembered that day clearly.

They'd been going
over the last spell-work sent from home, which most other students wouldn't
even be reading about until the second year of University, and many more that
no 'respectable' wizard would dream of messing with in the first place. Blaise
had been so nervous, which was new to him, because he'd been very afraid he was
about to lose his best friend. He'd known that Draco had noticed him acting
strangely, and he'd also known that Draco wouldn't let it go for another day
without saying something. And he'd been right. As soon as they were done, Draco
had turned to him.

"Spit it out,
Blaise. What's been up with you the last few weeks? Did I do something?"
He'd asked, his silver eyes doing what they only did around Blaise; showing
just how worried and concerned he was. And Blaise had snapped.

"Yes!"
He'd shouted, slamming his fist into the table. Draco, unflinchable, unmovable
Draco had jumped, shock and pain in his beloved eyes.

"W-What?"
Draco had asked, his ebony wand falling from his fingers and rolling across the
marble floor. They never snapped at each other. Oh, they argued with one
another like everyone else, but they never yelled. "What did I do?"

&nbso:p>o:p>

"No, Dray,
don't go. S'il vous plait." He'd practically begged when his fist wrapped
around the sleeve of Draco's velvet robe. ((Please))

His friend had
frozen, and when he'd spoken, his voice was distant, hard, and it nearly broke
something inside of Blaise to know how much pain he'd caused his best friend
with a single sentence. Because although anyone else would have cowered and
slunk away at Draco's icy tone and frosty eyes, Blaise could read the tension
in his body, the added tightness around his blood-red liHe kHe knew then, that
no matter what, he would finally tell Draco what had been wrong with him, why
he'd been so distant and strange. He could only hope that his friend didn't
hate him when he was done.

"And why
shouldn't I leave?" Draco had asked, his voice giving away nothing.
"So I can watch you as you once again try your damnedest to stay away from
me? Do I really disgust you that much? Or was it so you could explain in detail
all of my numerous faults, so that perhaps I might be able to figure out how I
managed to fuck even this up?"

"Disgust
me?" Blaise had questioned, thrown off at the very (inconceivable) idea.
"No! And no, Dray, I swear you haven't fucked anything up!" Blaise
had said hurriedly, while the thought that Draco had blamed himself for the
last few weeks had made him feel as though his skin was being peeled off.
Slowly.

"What has made you stop loving me?"

The world must
have stopped in those few moments, as he could do nothing but stare at Draco in
shocked disbelief. Not love him anymore? Fucking impossible. No, he
could never stop loving this vision of glacial perfection. And to think that he
had made Draco believe something so ghastly and so far from the truth was
nauseating. Because if the reverse were true, he himself would be...broken.
That seemed to be the only word that came close to fitting.

"Stop...Stop
loving you?" Blaise had finally choked out, grabbing Draco's freezing
hands in his own and slipping off the couch to the floor. "No, Dray, I
could never, ever stop loving you. The problem is that I love you too
much." He had whispered, and Draco's eyes had widened.

"What? What
do you mean?" Draco had asked, sinking to his knees beside Blaise and
looking his other half in the eyes.

"Gods,
Draco...I-I don't want you to hate me."

"Hate
you?" Draco had asked, his face full of disbelief, much as Blaise supposed
his own must have looked a moments before. "How on earth could I ever
possibly haou, ou, mon fr�re?" ((my brother))

"Because...Because
I do love you, Dray. I'm in love with you." Blaise had
murmured, dropping his eyes to the floor, and for the first time in his life,
he was truly terrified.

Seconds later,
when a sinfully soft pair of frosty lips had descended on his, he'd thought he
was hallucinating. His own lips, thank the gods, had reacted on their own,
eagerly returning the kiss that he'd been dreaming of for months and giving his
addled brain time to catch up. Liquid heat pumped through his veins before
Draco's frostiness creeped in, and he felt alive. His entire world had crashed
down around him in the space of two heartbeats, and rebuilt itself into
something infinitely better just as quickly. When Draco had pulled away, his
cheeks had been flushed a light pink, and Blaise had felt the aroused heat
staining his own pale cheeks.

"Sometimes you
worry too much, mon �me." Draco had whispered, his permanently chilled
breath ghosting over Blaise's flesh. "It hurts me to k yok you did not
believe that you could tell me without gaining my hatut Iut I understand. I
didn't know how to tell you either, you know. But is it really that surprising?
It seems almost natural that things should move this way." He'd said, his
words bng ing into Blaise's mind, and his hand tangling in his long, raven
hair. ((my soul))

"Yes."
Blaise had hissed as Draco's lips found his neck and his own hand had snaked
down to clutch Draco's hip. "Natural. Forgive me, cher un." ((dear
one))

"Always."
Draco had breathed against his ear, sending dark, sensuous shivers down his
spine. "Whene I e I ever been able to deny you anything?" He'd asked,
and then bit Blaise's throat hard enough to leave a mark and make him moan.

His fingers had
dug harder into Draco's hips as he had pulled him closer against his body,
their robes pooling on the floor around them. Their lips had met once again,
repressed passion nearly overwhelming them. Draco smelt of jasmine and tasted
fresh, like the first snowflakes of the season falling on your tongue. What was
naturally cold had heated up quickly under Blaise's mouth and hands until it
was nearly scorching. And yes, in a very distant portion of his brain, Blaise
had noted that it was natural, yet new and exciting and earth-shattering
at the same time. The bone-jarring sense of completeness had lifted as Draco
had pulled away breathlessly.

"Fucking
shit." He had whispered. "We shouldn't have waited so long."
Blaise couldn't have agreed more.

And now, two
years later, he sat on their one huge bed, watching his lover pace back and
forth across the thick, black rug. Draco's silver hair swayed around his lithe
figure, which was clad only in a pair of baggy satin pajama pants, as was
normal for them both when within the walls of Slytherin House. He stalked from
wall to wall with an inborn, feline grace that made the muscles just under his
skin move seductively, and had a delicious tingling racing over Blaise's skin,
which usually occurred when Draco was involved.

"Quit
wearing a hole in the rug, love. You know how rare black yeti fur is."
Blaise said lightly. Draco paused, shooting him an almost-apologetic look, and
feebly fluffed the rug with his toe before pouncing on the bed. And, quite coincidentally,
right on top of Blaise. Between one blink and the next, Blaise had a smirking
Draco sitting on him, who had also managed to trap his hands above his head.

"What should
I be doing then, beau?" Draco asked huskily, his icy breath brushing over
Blaise's lips and making him grind his hips upwards. Draco hissed, his grip
tightening, and Blaise caught a flash of familiar fangs from between his love's
rosy lips. ((beautiful))

"Tense, mon
�me?" Blaise asked breathlessly, running his tongue over the suddenly
sharp canines in his own mouth.

:p>

"Every time
I'm near you." Draco replied a second before he struck, his fangs sinking
home and causing Blaise to scream.

Ecstasy shot
through every cell of his body, dragging scream after scream from his throat
before his own fangs sunk into a pale neck, driven more by instinct than
anything else since he could barely form a coherent thought. Warm, yet somehow
still chilling, blood poured down his throat, pumping power, love and ecstasy
into his very soul. Draco's nails dug into his wrists, the pain almost sending
him over the edge, just like the bastard knew it would.

The mixture of intensely
doubled pleasure and vicious, delicious pain sent them both over the edge,
their mouths leaving each other's alabaster skin, feral screams ripped from
their throats with their release. Neither moved for a long moment, their
breathing ragged and uneven, tremors and shivers making themselves felt through
their lethargic, sated state. They lazily licked the stray blood seeping from
their freshly inflicted wounds, content and almost purring.

Severus had known
immediately when someone unauthorized crossed the House's main wards, but had
been in Hogsmeade when the ring alerted him. And it had been Blaise who'd had
his and Draco's ring on that day, and he'd known too, which is why he left the
study group early. They'd had a second ring made after that and now they each
wore one at all times. The only reason his and Draco's wards hadn't mangled her
before was because the nasty ones had been down for two hours while Dumbledore
did his weekly scan of the castle. She'd actually been very, very lucky.

Slytherins
trusted few, but they trusted her. It had taken a month and a night of
mind-melding, which was her idea, but there were no more doubts between them.
Now she stood in the archway, a very Slytherin smirk on her face as she walked
towards them. They couldn't help but watch the way her hips swayed, the way her
crimson curls framed her perfectly, and the way her charcoal eyes shone with a
smoky pride and arrogance she had only recently begun to acquire. She possessed
a natural grace, but it was intensified by the newfound assurance in her step.

"What an
absolutely thrilling welcome. Please tell me you don't greet everyone like
that."

"Never,
darling." Draco replied, sliding off of Blaise and intertwining their
fingers. A wave of his hand, and they were clean and unruffled once more.

"Yes, but
we're not really human, are we?" Draco asked as he began elaborately
braiding the front of Blaise's hair, twining in silver ribbons among the ebony
strands.

"No."
She agreed after a moment. "But we'll try to save that for last."

"Of course,
ma amour." Blaise said as Draco finished his braids and he began Draco's,
his fingers moving in a blur over the strands. They were done in no time, not a
single silver wisp out of place, the green ribbons perfect, and Blaise nodded
his satisfaction. ((my love))

"You
know," Virginia said, and their eyes flashed back to her. "For two pampered,
lazy bastards you can move awfully quickly when you want to."

"One of the
perks of our non-human status." Draco said nonchalantly, heading towards
the huge walk-in closet.

He came backh
hh
his arms full of clothes, which he spread out on the bed. They each changed
quickly, eyes roaming over familiar white flesh as it was exposed. They managed
(barely) to keep their hands to themselves, and only because they were almost
late for the talk Virginia insisted they have with the stupid Gryffindors. It appeared that Draco
had chosen identical but opposite outfits for himself and Blaise.

The baggy pants
he'd gotten for himself were dark green, the chains silver, and the
long-sleeved fishnet shirt was black, trailing down to his equally black nails.
Blaise's outfit was the same, except the pants were black and the shirt green.
Form-fitting robes, which hung open, were slipped on next; the silk dyed inrk, rk, shadowed swirls of green and black.

Last were the
knee-high dragonhide boots, which had soft, soundless soles that made not a
whisper over stone or marble when worn on a skilled foot. They looked to Virginia once
more, and sucked in simultaneous breaths. She was gorgeous. For her birthday three
weeks ago, they had bought her an entire new tailor-fitted wardrobe, most of
which she kept in their rooms since that's where she spent the majority of her
time.

Draco had picked
out tight, black velvet leggings that disappeared into boots that matched
theirs, along with a blood-red shirt that hugged her like a second skin and a
forest green robe that fit her perfectly. The sleeves of her silk blouse
billowed over her hands, much as their fishnet sleeves nearly covered their
own. Her fiery ringlets fell softly around her face to end at her waist, and
she was absolutely beautiful.

"You look
lovely, darling." Draco said, expressing Blaise's thoughts perfectly, as
usual. Only a hint od dud dusted her cheeks. It was taking more to make her blush
now then it had two months ago.

"Are we
ready, then?" She asked, her eyes raking over them.

"Yes."
Blaise replied simply, taking one of her arms as Draco took the other.

They slid their
wands into their sleeves, where a whispered word would drop it into their hand
instantly. They grabbed r Inr Invisibility Veil, a highly-upgraded version of
the Invisibility Cloak, and covered themselves. They hadn't gone public with
their relationship yet, and wouldn't until after this long-awaited
conversation, whether the results ended up good or bad. Virginia had
wanted to at least try to smooth things over before they told everyone.

They reached Gryffindor Tower without
any problems, the portrait not even raising an eyebrow when a disembodied voice
gave the password, and took off the veil once they were inside. At which, of
course, everything went absolutely silent as the Gryffindors gaped unanimously.
It took every bit of self control they possessed not to laugh outright at the
looks of stunned shock they were given. The Golden Trio stood, their faces grim
as they walked towards the green-clad figures waiting by the portrait hole.
Neither Draco nor Blaise could keep the disgusted sneers off their faces as the
golden three drew up close to them.

"We can go
to my rooms to talk." Hermione suggested, fingering her Head Girl badge
almost unconsciously. They did nothing more than nod slightly as she turned to
lead them up the stairs, ignoring the Gryffindors' looks of fear-tinged
disbelief.

"This
one." Hermionnounnounced when they reached the top landing.

She opened an oak
door, motioning everyone inside. The Gryffindors sat, but Blaise and Draco took
one look at the dusty, orangish-red, moth-eaten upholstery and their lips twisted,
noses scrunching as if they'd smelt something foul. They promptly declined and
opted to stand stiffly behind Virginia's chair,
looking around at the bright, red and gold room and flinching inwardly.

"Okay..."
Hermione finally started, breaking the charged, icy silence. "Where do yoant ant to start, Ginny?"

"Well, you
already knoat wat we were just messing with you that first night. I told you I
would get you back, Ron." She sent a momentary glare at her brother.
"But we're not fucking around anymore."

"And what,
exactly, does that mean?" Weasley demanded.

"It means that
we're...together, and it's staying that way." Virginia said
after a moment. Her brother exploded out of his chair.

"No!"
He exclaimed, and Draco and Blaise both snarled. Virginia looked at
them warily before shooting her brother a warning glance.

"Yes, Ron,
and you can't change that. You can accept it, or at least ignore it, and we can
try to explain a few things. Civilly." She stressed the last,
glaring, and he squirmed, recognizing their mum's 'Look' anywhere and immediately
sitting back down.

"Alright, so
do you have any direct questions or comments?" Virginia asked
cautiously, wanting it all to be over with.

"Yes!"
Her brother said at once. "They're bloody fucking Dark wizards!
What in Tartarus are you thinking getting involved with them!?" He asked,
and Virginia fidgeted while Draco and Blaise interwove their fingers, gripping
hard enough to break the bones of a normal human.

"Ummm, yes,
about that..." Virginia trailed off, looking around the room as if wishing for something
to save her from this conversation. The conversation you wanted,
she reminded herself, annoyed.

"Itcan'treallybehelped."
She blurted out all at once. The trio's eyes widened to the size of a house
elf's, and she just knew that the Slytherins behind her were smirking
like cats who had recently finished torturing and beheading the canary.

"What?!?"
Ron finally shouted, his face rapidly approaching that particular shade of
purple only he could manage.

"Oh, you
heard me." Virginia said with a sigh. She'd hoped they would get to this later.
"You can't change a tiger's stripes, or something like that." Ron
stalked up to stand in front of her.

"You can't
go out with one Dark wizard, let alone two!"

"Merlin,
Ron, it's not like they're going to join Voldemort or anything. It's just a
different type of knowledge." Virginia replied
calmly. Ron goggled.

"How can you
say that!? Look at your first year!"

"Yes, but
they wouldn't..." She paused again, having promised earlier not to lie.
She thought for a minute and started again. "Okay, well, they wouldn't
give a cursed diary to an eleven year old girl, at any rate. And if it
had to do with Voldemort, probably not at all." She was pretty certain of that,
at least. It didn't seem to appease her brother in the slightest, though.

"Bloody
ridiculous." He mumbled under his breath. "Been bloody touched in the
head, if you ask me...Hey!" He turned to Blaise, who was closest to him.
"You bastards! You've fucked with her head haven't you? How dare..."

And without
another word, he swung, hitting Blaise square in the jaw. Blaise's head simply
snapped around, and he turned back with furious, crackling eyes. Before anyone
could so much as breathe, Draco moved in a silver blur, backhanding Ron ten
feet into a bookcase, his mercury eyes frosted over and flashing with a
bone-numbing, icy rage that spread out from him in widening rings and instantly
coated the room in blinding, freezing whiteness.

Draco hissed; a
low, chilling sound full of dark ferocity underlain with a primal warning and just
a twinge of madness. Blaise quickly forgot his own fury in favor of stopping
the death he saw promised in his lover's enraged eyes. He stepped forward
immediately, raising an arm covered in tiny sparks of electricity, and grabbed
Draco's shoulder right before a hand that had suddenly grown claws tore out the
Weasel's throat.

"Ennervate."
Hermione said shakily from where the Weasel was propped unconscious against the
bookshelves. His eyes popped open and he groaned. "Lay still. Two of your
ribs are broken and you have a concussion." She did a few quick
bone-knitting spells and a couple more minor healing chants before she helped
him sit all the way up.

"What penepened?" He asked groggily.

"I'm not
really sure." Hermione replied, her face white and tight-lipped with fear.

"He managed
to send Draco into a murderous rage within five minutes, that's what!" Virginia exclaimed
indignantly. Draco pulled away from Blaise's soothing embrace; his eyes thawed
but still flashing in anger, and ran his hands over Blaise's once-again
discharged arms before turning to the others.

"What the
hell was that?" Harry questioned, speaking up for the first time as
warmth began creeping back into the room.

"Gee, and
here I was thanking the gods that you'd forgotten how to speak." Draco
snapped sarcastically, while Blaise's hand tangled in his hair and pressed
against his lower back. Draco leaned into the touch, a nasty sneer on his face
as Ron slowly rose to his feet, obviously in pain.

"You're
lucky he didn't want to kill you with the first blow." Blaise said
scathingly as Ron whined and moaned, leaning all over the mudblood.

"What the
fuck are you?" Ron spat angrily.

"Elementals."
Hermione breathed, helping him into a chair. "I think." She added
once she'd sat back down in her chair. Virginia looked up
at Blaise and Draco.

"They're
old," Hermione started hesitantly, dredging up everything she'd read on
them. "So old that history has forgotten just when their Houses were
founded, and some say they have always been here, their founders among the
first wizards to Awaken. Noble and pureblooded to the last cell, they hold
numerous titles. They're both famous for the number of shapeshifters born to
their lines, not Animagi, mind you, but shapeshifters, and since Hogwarts has
been founded, every member born to either family has been a Slytherin, although
they haven't always necessarily married within Slytherin." Her voice grew
stronger as she warmed to her topic.

"They are
both reported to be closely related to Salazar Slytherin, by blood, and to have
intermarried between themselves numerous times over the passing millennia, but
not for nearly two centuries. Never has a Squib been born to their ranks, the
magic in their blood always winning out. They have only been referred to as
'Dark' families since the Grindenwald war, although they have always studied
and practiced the Dark Arts. Both families are huge, spanning the globe, as are
their corporations, although the main branch of both families has only one heir
each. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini."

"When I
called you a know-it-all, Granger, I didn't think you knew about us."
Draco said with a smirk. Hermione's cheeks turned slightly pink, and she turned
away to face Virginia.

"Care to
fill in the gaps?"

"Do you
swear not a word of this leaves this room?" Virginia went on with her explanation.

"The summer
after their fifth year, they visited Romania because of a renowned tattoo artist there. After getting their
work done, they decided to stay for a few weeks. They met one of the Ancients
one night while hunting in the woods." The trio's eyes widened impossibly
at the mention of an Ancient. "They were offered the Blood." No
sooner had the words left her mouth before Ron started cursing, Harry went
pale, and Hermione half rose out of her chair in an attempt to back away.

"As you
should know by now," Virginia continued. "An Ancient is not just any vampire. They are the
Twelve First-Walkers, the oldest and strongest beings on the planet. They do
not interfere in the human world except rarely, and this one had had a vision.
As you can probably guess from that, it was Neithotep who came to them. When
they accepted her blood, she did not just turn them, even though her blood
alone would have made them stronger than any other of their kind but for the
Twelve themselves." Virginia took a deep breath.

"She let
each of them drain her, then took it all back and repeated the process for the
duration of the entire night."

Ron became
absolutely silent at this, and Hermione and Harry gasped. They knew as well as
anyone their age that an Ancient doing something like that (though it hasn't
been done in millennia) is tantamount to them equaling the vampling's strength nearly
to their own. The trio ran glazed eyes over the two arrogant young men standing
in front of them, hardly able to believe or comprehend the amount ower wer that
must be running through their veins. Correction, through their immortal
veins.

"She did
leave a very small part of them human, so that they would be free to walk in
the daylight without the sickness and the seizures it causes their kind, and so
that taking blood isn't necessary quite as often. The Blood increased their
Elemental magic dramatically, and allowed them the ability to control vast
amounts of wandless magic, to the point where they don't really need their
wands at all anymore, and using them has become more like habit than anything
else. I won't tell you what the Lady told them of her vision, but I will tell
you one thing she said, because it's relevant that you know."

"Well?"
Harry asked after a moment of silence. "What is it?"

"She told
them to pay attention to their dreams, and to look for one like they had been.
They came back that year and did start having strange dreams, as did I.
They haunted all three of us last year and this last summer, and we only
realized that I was having the same dreams they were when I snuck into
Slytherin. And while I found answers, they just gained more questions. Because
they had found the second part of what the Lady spoke of, they had found
'someone like they had been'. When they told me, I didn't believe them at
first, but I do now. They found me. I'm an Elemental of Flame and all
thingre.&re." She said, and held out her hand, palm up.

A small spark
appeared above her outstretched hand, and quickly grew into a bright, burning
ball of red-hot heat. The Gryffindors stared, their jaws slack, as they had
been most of the time they'd been in the room. Virginia grew slightly nervous
when they said nothing, nor even so much as blinked, but couldn't help grinning
when Draco leaned over and blew on her hand, instantly freezing the small
sphere of flames. The ice ball fell into her palm, burning cold, and she would have
dropped it had he not caught it. He then, of course, made a wonderful show of
licking it as though it were a sinful ice cream cone. If ice cream cones could
even be sinful. Needless to say, he definitely made it seem possible.

"Well?"
She finally asked, seeing that the Gryffindors' eyes had avidly followed the
fire-turned-ice ball before slowly refocusing on her.

"Well...Ummm...Err."
That was Harry, naturally.

"It's a
bloody shame that stupidity isn't painful." Draco sneered, causing
Blaise to snicker.

"You're such
a prick, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. "You act like you're so
perfect! What makes you think you're God, huh!?"

"When did I
realize I was God?" Draco asked mockingly. "Well, I was praying and I
suddenly realized I was talking to myself."

"Yeah."
Blaise agreed, a slow, seductive smirk crossing his full lips, his hands
dropping to Draco's hips. "He's definitely my God. When I pray,
it's usually something like 'Oh my God, Draco! Yes!'" He moaned
breathlessly, grinding his hips against Draco from behind. The trio's eyes
nearly bugged out of their heads, and Virginia couldn't
help giggling. They looked back and forth, from the insanely snickering
Slytherins to Virginia, and Ron and Hermione shook their heads. Harry, however, still
looked heavily shaken up.

"Why so
shocked, Harry?" Virginia asked curiously.

"They're
both...boys!" He said hurriedly, his eyes panicky, and this caused the
Slytherins to start laughing so hard they had to sink to their knees or fall
over. They held on to each other, laughing hysterically, and Harry scowled
darkly.

"Well, you
do now, mate." Ron replied. "But back to business. Ginny, you can't
be 'involved' with two 'almost' corpses!"

"Corpses!?"
Draco and Blaise shot to their feet, their laughter gone in seconds.

"They're not
'corpses', Ron, now will you please quit provoking them before someone,"
she shot a look towards Draco and Blaise, "does something...regrettable?"

"Corpses!"
Draco exclaimed again under his breath. "This from Weasley, the unofficial
poster boy for birth-control, who looks like a kneazle just hacked up a
hairball on his head. Bloody fucking brilliant."

"Fuck off,
Malfoy!"

"Only if you
help, Weasley." Draco crooned viciously, grabbing his cock suggestively
and leering at the Gryffindor. Ron blanched as Draco stepped towards him,
looking every bit like a hungry predator.

"Leave him
alone, Malfoy!" Harry yelled, stepping in front of Ron. Draco smirked
evilly.

"I do
believe you're catching on quite quickly to this bisexual business. Jealous,
Harry? Don't worry; I'd rather gnaw off my own hands that lay a finger on your
precious mate." He stressed the last word, and Harry and Ron both
blushed to the roots of their hair.

"If you two
are going to be with Ginny, don't you think you could at least try to be
nice?" Hermione asked suddenly. Blaise and Draco both sneered at her.

"Don't get
any pretty little illusions, Gryffindor." Blaise said vehemently.

"We do not,
and more than likely will never like you. We care for Virginia, but
nothing at all for any of you, so now would be a good time not to fool
yourselves." Draco said icily. "The only reason we are even here is
for her. So, no, little mudblood, we will not be nice, especially to people who
have never shown any Slytherin even an ounce of kindness. We will be
decent, mostly, unless provoked, and solely out of respect for her."

"But beyond
that?" Blaise sneered. "Nothing has changed. You're still a mudblood,
he's still worthless, and he's still a sidekick. And I do believe we're done
with this little Gryffindor inquisition. So sorry." Draco took his hand
and they headed for the door.

"We'll wait
for you outside, Virginia." He drawled over his shoulder, and she nodded, giving him a
small smile. As soon as they were outside, Draco's hand twisted in his hair as
he shoved him up against the wall, kissing him roughly.

"You're so
hot when you sneer at Gryffindors." Draco breathed against his cheek a few
moments (hours?) later, and cold shockwaves ran down his spine.

"Really?"
He asked, managing to lift an eyebrow. "I suppose I should do it more
often, then?"

"Oh,
definitely." Draco replied before capturing his lips in another bruising
kiss.

A tiny,
high-pitched squeak had them drawing apart, only to see a small Gryffindor girl
wearing the badge of a second year. Her eyes were huge, and somehow defied the
laws of physics by growing even wider when she saw their faces. They smirked at
each other; it really was too good of an opportunity to pass up. They did a
small shift, letting their eyes glow eerily, and turned again as one to hiss
venomously at her. She let out a long, blood-curdling scream, her mouth a
perfect 'O', before turning and tearing down the stairs.

The door to Hermione's
rooms flew open, but all the Gryffindors saw when they came out were Draco and
Blaise in a worse state of hysterics than before, tears actually running down
their faces as they shook with laughter. Hermione had already come to the
conclusion that they were both slightly (maybe more than slightly) insane. But
that didn't explain the...Voices suddenly rose up the staircase from the common
room down below, asking someone who was sobbing if they were all right, and a
girl screamed something about...

"Two
evil, demon Slytherins?!?" Hermione nearly shrieked, cursing herself
for being stupid enough to leave them alone inside Gryffindor House. She
really should have guessed something like this would happen. "What did you
two do!?" Typically, they didn't answer.

"What did
you two do?" Ginny repeated, half in anxiety, half in amusement, though
she tried to hide that from the trio. When she asked, they slowly
stopped laughing, drawing themselves up gracefully while continuing to snicker.
They each waved a hand, and the tears were gone from their robes and faces, as
was any trace of the severe attack of amusement they'd both experienced a
moment ago.

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"It's not our
fault." Blaise said haughtily.

"Yeah, she
was the one spying on people." Draco supplied.

"Innocent
people at that, I might add." Blaise said cheekily.

"Exactly my
thoughts. Hadn't done a thing, honestly." Draco added, looking at Virginia with
wide, doe-like eyes.

"It's not
like we-" Blaise was cut off by a scream echoing up the stairwell.

"THEY WERE
KISSING! REALLY KISSING! I THOUGHT THEY WERE ATTACKING EACH OTHER AT
FIRST! THEN THEY TURNED AND SHOWED ME THEIR GLOWING DEMON EYES AND CURSED ME IN
PARSELTONGUE!"

Silence. A
mumbled question that couldn't be heard. Another shriek drifted up to them.

"DRACO
MALFOY AND BLAISE ZABINI!"

Silence. Then a
deep, rumbling noise that took them a moment to identify as dozens of pounding
feet running hell-bent up the stairs. Threats and curses preceded the small mob
of Gryffindors, and Draco and Blaise looked completely serious now.

"Stop them,
O Golden Trio." Draco growled, a clear warning in his tone. "If they
throw the first curse, we are not responsible for what happens to their bodies
or their delicate sensibilities when they realize how incredibly futile their
little sticks are against us." The three Gryffindors looked at him,
realized he was entirely fucking serious, and tried not to panic. They
ran to the landing, attempting to form a barrier between their Housemates and
the three figures at the end of the short hallway. The owners of the pounding
feet came into view soon enough.

"Move,
Hermione!" Seamus shouted. "That traitorous Slytherin filth
threatened my cousin! No one will blame us for fucking them up a bit! I mean,
there's plenty of us, even for them! They're only some stupid Slytherin shits
when you get right down to it." As soon as the last words left his mouth,
instant, freezing cold coated the hallway and stairs, and lightning crackled
after it, running over the ice-coated walls and ceiling, casting sporadic
shadows over everything.

"Never mind,
Hermione." Blaise's spectral voice cut through the screams that had broken
out. "Fuck their sensibilities."

And then the
charging Gryffindors got their first look at the real Draco Malfoy and
Blaise Zabini. Draco's hair had become a mercury snowstorm, flying around him
wildly. His lips and eyelids were a dark blue, contrasting vibrantly with his
skin, which was shining like white-silver moonlight. Those beautiful, beautiful
eyes looked like molten metal caught in a blizzard, the color in the irises
swirling madly, and they were once more glowing, the pupils split like a cat's.

Where Draco's
hair was snow and ice, Blaise's was shadows and pure lightning. His eyes
flashed, a mini electrical storm trapped within them, his own oval, slit pupils
the only parts not affected. His skin shone just as brightly as Draco's, but
with darkened blue edges. They both looked positively feral, ethereal even. A
shield covered them and one other, Virginia, shimmering in the air around them,
and the volts of pure electricity that formed it made the Gryffindors' hair
stand on end.

Another shield
encircled that one, and it appeared a thin, see-through layer of ice. Ice that
would eat your skin off within seconds, and that a muggle plane could collide
with and not leave a scratch on its frozen surface. Shards of it that were as
sharp as diamonds swirled around the shield, whistling through the air. With
them using their power, the gathered witches and wizards could practically hear
their senses going haywire, screaming 'Elementals! Danger! Run!!'.
So they did. As one, they turned and fled back down the stairs, not that any
would actually admit to doing so later on. Gryffindor is known for bravery,
after all. Who were they to disappoint?

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