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A/N: This is the second chapter. I
recently regained my inspiration for this story… I came across the notes that I
had written concerning the plot and it was like DING! INSPIRATION!! Lol. Anyway. I hope you enjoy this and I’m sorry about the delay.
Chapter Two
~II~
It was dark… dark and cold. He
blinked then squinted, trying to see… anything really. Suddenly there was an
almost blinding light.
And then the whispering began…
“How unusual…”
“…not safe to leave him on earth…”
“…a danger to himself and those
around him…”
“But his Carus…”
“…thought we were beyond this…”
“We’ve got no choice!”
He opened his mouth to ask what
they were talking about, but his voice wouldn’t work. ‘Please… what’s going on?!’
“I can’t allow you to take him.”
That voice-! He turned. ‘Severus!’
“You’ve got no authority or power
here, mortal.”
And then he was being lifted from
the ground. He tried to resist, but his body wouldn’t obey his mind’s commands.
Severus looked into his eyes, sorrow and misery and
anger and helplessness shining in his dark gaze as the Caelestis
was carried away from him.
He finally found his voice and
began screaming for the phantom hands to let him go, for help, for Severus!
The next thing he heard was a
soft, wispy female voice whisper, “I’m sorry…”
Harry woke in a cold sweat, still
calling out for Severus. He thanked Merlin that his
silencing spell had lasted the evening and then sent up a silent prayer that
his dream was, indeed, just dream, rather than the dark premonition that he
feared it was. He looked around the room at his roommates, who were beginning
to stir from their slumber w/the help of the magical alarms.
He rose from his own bed, grabbing
fresh clothes and heading into the showers. By the time that the other boys
trudged in, he was already clothed and brushing his teeth. As would be his
ritual for probably the entire year. He didn’t feel like answering any
questions regarding the various... marks… on his body. ‘And I really don’t feel like
asking Sev to take it easy…’ he thought,
grinning, ‘Where’s the fun in that?’
“Since when are you an early riser?” Seamus
grumbled.
“New year, new Harry!” he replied
brightly.
“Ugh! He’s turned into a morning person!” Dean said, moaning in
mock disgust.
Harry laughed. “See you all at
breakfast!”
He entered the common room to find
Ginny sitting alone on the sofa. When she saw him, she jumped to her feet and
rushed over to him. He smiled at her.
“Morning, Gin.”
“Morning, Harry. Listen, about
last night…” she started, but he cut her off.
“It’s fine. There was really
nothing that you could have done about it,” he said.
“No… I should have done what
Hermione did,” she said, “But- well, could you tell- er…
Draco that I- I’m really sorry about his mum and
that- if he… if he ever wants to talk, I’m- here?” She blushed rather
becomingly and he smirked knowingly.
“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”
he replied, “He’ll probably be eating breakfast with us.”
“Oh. R-really?
So you two are pretty… close, then?” Ginny asked.
“Yeah. We
got to be really good friends over the summer,” Harry replied, “Come on. Let’s
walk to breakfast together.”
When Harry entered the Great Hall,
all conversation came to an abrupt halt and nearly everybody turned to stare at
him in fear, confusion, or suspicion. He sighed. Of course…
His housemates may be on his side- well, at least the seventh and most of the
sixth years- but Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff
would still be wary of him.
“Ignore them, Harry,” Ginny said,
“They’re nothing but a bunch of gullible gossip-mongers.”
Harry chuckled as they sat down. Draco came in moments later and, as Harry predicted, sat
with them.
“Morning, Draco,”
Harry said.
“Good morning, Harry,” he replied,
then turned to Ginny with a dazzling smile, “And- may
I call you Ginny?”
She nodded dumbly.
“Well, then… good morning, Ginny,”
he said cordially.
“M-morning…” she said.
“Did your housemates give you any
trouble last night?” Harry asked.
“No. The Malfoy
name still has some power left,” the
blonde replied, “Besides that, I think you little display was enough to make
them think twice before messing with me. They honestly think I’m your lover.”
Harry laughed a bit. “Gits…”
“So- you’re not?” Ginny said,
blushing.
“Not what? Lovers?”
Harry said, “No. We’re not lovers. Draco’s rather a
bit- straight.”
She smiled, sighing in… relief,
maybe? “Oh… after last night and that letter in the summer… I had just assumed
that Draco was your- y’know.
Mate… thing.”
“That’s right! You weren’t at Grimmauld Place this summer,
were you?” Draco asked.
“I spent the last bit of my summer
over at Luna’s,” she said, “Why? Did I miss something important?”
“I can’t believe that Ron and
Hermione wouldn’t have filled you in!” Harry sighed, “Well… why don’t you meet
us at Hagrid’s hut classes? I’ll tell you who it is
then.”
“Okay…” Ginny said, though she was
pretty sure she already knew who it was. After all, for him to have spent time
at Grimmauld Place,
he had to have found his mate prior to his arrival, right? So, there were only
two choices… “Harry, the only other person it could be is-”
“We’ll talk more later,” he said, cutting her off as the rest of the Gryffindors joined them.
“Talk about what?” Ron asked.
Harry gave him a pointed look.
“Oh. That…” Ron said, grinning.
Draco
shook his head. “For some strange reason, I think I like it here. It’s much
friendlier than the Slytherin table.”
“Of course!
That’s because we see each other as friends, instead of future political allies
and competition,” Ron said, though
there was no venom in his voice. It was stated as a simple observation.
Draco
shrugged. “Makes sense, I suppose.”
“What’s the schedule look like,
Ron?” Harry asked, knowing that they were taking the same classes.
“Well, we’ve got Transfiguration
first thing… did you catch who the new professor is?” Ron asked. Nobody had. “Er… then Herbology and Charms. Free
time, lunch, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions- why did we sign up for that again?- and
Defense Against the Dark Arts. Anybody catch that new…” They shook their heads before he could finish his
sentence.
“My schedule is nearly the same,” Draco said, smirking, “Transfiguration, Charms, Ancient
Runes, free time, lunch, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Defense.”
“Do you think McGonagal
did that on purpose?” Hermione asked.
“Who knows?” Harry said, searching
the Head Table for two new faces, “Hey guys! It’s Remus!
He must be back at Defense.”
“Then where’s the Transfiguration
professor?” Ron said.
“I guess we’ll find out when we
get to class, won’t we?” Draco said, “Shall we get
there early and find good seats?”
Harry grinned. “I don’t think
there’ll be much of a rush, but sure.”
As they approached the classroom,
Harry stopped, turning to Draco. “Okay, what did you
really want?”
“I think the Dark Lord is planning
something big. For Hogwarts. And I think it has
something to do with…” Draco lowered his voice, “Sev…”
“How do you figure that?” Harry
asked.
“Theodore Nott said something to
that effect last night,” Draco replied, “’You traitors are going to get what’s coming to
you. And once He’s has his fun with
you, this entire school is going to go down’ is what he said.”
“Do you really think that he’d
something that important slip out to somebody who betrayed Voldemort?”
Harry said skeptically.
“Yes. Nott never was good at
keeping secrets. He was bragging and showing off his Mark, and I said he was an
ignorant prat being led around by his pure-blood
pride,” Draco said, shrugging, “Maybe it was just an empty threat or something
the Dark Lord planned to make us paranoid, but… let’s just keep an eye out,
hmm?”
Harry nodded. “Better safe than
sorry, I guess.”
They entered the room and took the
table at the front. Their classmates soon filed in and Hermione and Ron took
the table behind them. The students were chatting excitedly when the door
opened and Remus Lupin
walked in.
“He’s teaching Transfiguration?”
Harry whispered to his friends.
“Aargh! I don’t think I can wait until this afternoon
to find out who’s at Defense!” Ron growled under his breath.
Remus
turned and smiled at them. “Well! I’m back! This time with
the school governors’ approval!”
The Gryffindors
whooped and hollered enthusiastically, making the man laugh.
“Now, now… settle down. This year
will be all about human transfiguration, both practical and humorous. For instance, changing appearance
to avoid the notice of an enemy. Or… changing your enemy into… a harmless bunny. They can’t
very well wield a wand if they’ve got no thumbs, now can they?”
By the end of class, they were
thoroughly excited about Transfiguration for that year. Harry and Ron split up
with Hermione and Draco for the next two classes, the
boys meeting up again for free time while Hermione went to Arithmancy.
“I’ve got to go talk to Madame Pomfrey for a minute, guys,” Harry
said, heading off in the direction of the infirmary, “About that
apprenticeship.”
“Do you want us to come with you?”
Ron asked.
“No, I’ll only few a few minutes,”
he replied.
“Alright.
Meet us outside by the lake when you’re done, then,” Ron said, dragging Draco off.
Harry chuckled lightly at them.
Who would’ve thought that those two would become such fast friends? He opened
the door to the hospital wing and a familiar scent invaded his senses. He
looked around quickly for his mate, but could see him nowhere in the room. Just Madame Pomfrey and a strange man.
He narrowed his eyes at the man,
stepping close to him and inhaling deeply. There was no mistaking it. Only one
man smelled so enticing… a mixture of soft vanilla and musk and spices…
He looked up to see the man
smiling at him. “Hello, Harry.”
‘Thank Merlin! His voice is still the same…’ Harry thought,
throwing himself into the man’s arms.
Severus
embraced him tightly. “What are you doing here, little one?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at the
strange new way of addressing him, but didn’t comment. It was actually rather
cute… “I came to ask Madame Pomfrey if she would
allow me to be her apprentice this year. I have free time right now, so I
thought I’d forfeit that to work here… if she agrees…” He looked at the Mediwitch hopefully.
“Why the sudden interest in
medicine, Mr. Potter? And- more importantly- why are you clinging to Mr. Harvey
like that?” Poppy asked sternly.
“It’s okay, Poppy. He knows it’s
me,” Severus said, “I’m sure as a former St. Mungo’s Healer, you know of the Caelestis.”
“Yes…” she said slowly.
“Well, Harry is, in fact, a member
of that most noble race, and is considering becoming a Healer post-graduation,”
Severus explained.
Her eyes widened. “I see! And- oh!
That means that… you must be- his mate! His Carus!” She sighed in a decidedly un-Pomfrey-like way.
“Yes, I am. Now…
about the apprenticeship?” Severus said,
raising an eyebrow at her.
“Of course… it would be my
pleasure to assist you, Harry,” Poppy said, smiling brightly, “Now, you’ve got
to go, Severus. Thank you for restocking my potions
for me.”
He nodded curtly. “Slughorn is good, but he’s nowhere even near my caliber as a Potions Master.”
Harry laughed. “Such a prideful
man…”
“Severus!
The longer you stay here, the greater the risk of your discovery becomes,”
Poppy snapped.
“Can I not even get a goodbye kiss
from my lover?” Severus said smoothly.
The woman blushed, turning away
and busying herself with something. “Very well. Get on
with it, then, and get out!”
Severus
leaned down to kiss Harry, but the boy stopped him.
“I can’t kiss you when you look
like that,” he said, his cheeks tinged pink, “Even though I know it’s you… you
don’t look like you. It’s- weird.”
Severus
chuckled. “May we make use of one of your curtained examination areas for a
moment, Poppy?”
She huffed. “Do whatever you must
to get yourself out of this school before somebody catches you!”
Harry was led behind the curtains
before Severus dropped his disguise. He looked up into
his mate’s smoldering onyx eyes, gazing down at him with such deep longing and
affection, and whimpered quietly, throwing himself at the man.
He was embraced tightly and then
their mouths met in a desperate kiss. His hands were tangled in Severus’ hair and older wizard rested his own on the boy’s
hips. The kiss was intense and penetrating, a thorough exploration.
Severus
sat down on the bed so that he didn’t have focus so much attention on holding
the young Caelestis up. Harry straddled his lap,
pulling back to rain kisses on the man’s face and neck. He traced his tongue
over the mark that he’d made himself less than three days ago.
“Harry… I have to go…” Severus breathed.
He sat back, frowning. “No. You
can’t go. I know it’s only been a little more than a day since I last saw you,
but… it feels like so much longer.”
Severus
brushed the fringe off of his forehead in a tender gesture. “I know, little
one. But you will see me on the weekends. And if you were to ever truly need
me, all you have to do is call for me and I will come.”
“But I need you all the time,”
Harry replied softly, leaning close and nuzzling his neck.
Severus
smiled, stroking his back soothingly. “I cannot be around all of the time.
There are other things that need tending to. You know that.”
He nodded. “I still don’t like
this. Not being near to you. I feel like I’m starving…”
“I told you that you would need
the sexual contact…” Severus purred darkly, making
Harry shiver, “That is simply you body and soul crying out for my touch… and if
it ever gets to be too much for you, call me. It would be dangerous if your
instincts and powers went out of control.”
He only nodded again, snuggling
closer.
It was another moment before Poppy
stepped into the enclosure. She smiled fondly at the lovely picture the two of
them made. However, her expression quickly turned severe.
“Alright, you two…” she said,
“You’ve had ample time to yourselves. Harry, dean…” She took a gentler tone,
speaking as she would to a deprived animal. “Severus
needs to go, now. You don’t want him to get caught, do you?”
Harry shook his head, removing
himself from Severus’ lap, albeit a tad resentfully. Severus smiled at him, giving him one last sweet kiss
before changing his appearance once more and striding away with a polite nod to
the Mediwitch.
Harry sighed when he was gone,
already missing his presence and scent.
“You’ll see him again, I’m sure.
He brings me potions frequently, so you’re bound to run into him again during
your apprenticeship,” Poppy said, patting his shoulder and giving him a
reassuring smile.
He smiled back at her. “Thanks,
Madame Pomfrey.”
“Now, you’d best get to lunch.
You’re going to need to keep your strength up if you’re going to be working
with me, young man,” she said,
chuckling good-naturedly.
He nodded, thanking her again and
rushing out of the infirmary and down to the Great Hall. Once again, when he
entered, all conversation ceased for a few moments as he walked to the
Gryffindor table and took a seat. However, the familiar buzz of gossip and
discourse started up shortly thereafter, and Harry sighed gratefully.
“They all think you’ve gone mad,
mate,” Ron said, “Some bloke from Ravenclaw actually
warned me to watch my back around you.”
He laughed. “Do they just think
I’m nutters, or do they think I’m the next Dark Lord,
as well?”
Draco
smirked in his seat next to Harry. “Oh, they all think that, too. Don’t worry.
They’re covering all of their bases this year.”
“How long do you think it’ll be
before The Daily Prophet gets wind of this?” Harry asked, grimacing.
“It’ll be front page tomorrow
morning, for sure,” Hermione said.
“Damn it… and I just managed to get Scrimgeous
and the general public behind me,” he said, sighing, “I hate school.”
They laughed at his melodramatic
statement.
“Hey, Harry…” Draco
whispered into his ear so that nobody else could hear him, “Don’t you think
it’s about time you… y’know…” He craned his neck ever
so slightly, raising his eyebrows.
He caught the blonde’s meaning and
thought back to the last time he’d fed. “I suppose it is. After dinner tonight,
meet me- on the Quidditch pitch. Nobody has practice
this early in the year. It’ll be plenty private,” he said, keeping his voice
low, as well.
“Got it,” Draco
said, “Speaking of Quidditch…”
“Hang on,” Ron interrupted,
shocking everybody within earshot. Ronald Weasley
just interrupted a statement with the word Quidditch in it! He lowered his
voice. “Are you having an affair already, Harry?”
The boy blushed. “No! I don’t-
what the hell, Ron? What would make you think something like that?”
“Well, Draco
gave you this… look…” Ron said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Girls call it a ‘come hither’
look,” Hermione added.
“Whatever. It was a look. And you’re meeting up somewhere
private later…” Ron said, “It’s a little suspicious.”
“I assure you, it’s
not- that,” Harry said, almost
laughing, “Draco here is totally, vehemently,
straight.”
“Then what are you two doing
tonight that you would need privacy for?” Hermione asked, keeping the
conversation low. The last thing they needed was for somebody to overhear and
get the wrong idea.
Harry tried to think of something
to say. The only thing he hadn’t told anybody about was his need to feed on
blood once a week. He wasn’t sure that they would understand and he didn’t want
them to think he was some kind of vampire, or to treat
him strangely because they were afraid that he would snap and suck them dry.
“We just have things that we need
to discuss. Private things,” he said, finally.
“About Sev,”
Draco added in a barely audible whisper.
“Then… isn’t it about time he… what?” Ron asked, being shockingly
perceptive.
“Write him a letter,” Draco supplied, covering smoothly, “He promised to write
and report anything out of the ordinary that occurs. And I’d say that last
night certainly falls into that category.”
They didn’t seem very convinced
and they still looked rather suspicious, but they didn’t raise the subject
again.
A few moments of awkward silence
later and Ron suddenly turned to Draco. “Oh yeah! What were saying about Quidditch
earlier?”
Hermione sighed and rolled her
eyes. Just when she thought that he was growing up a bit… But she loved him
just the way he was. She smiled fondly at her boyfriend. After all, he wouldn’t
really be Ron without Quidditch on the brain half the
time.
“I was going to ask Harry if he’s
playing this year,” Draco said, grinning.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so,”
Harry said.
“What?!”
Ron exclaimed, “But… you’re the best Seeker in this school. The best Seeker
anybody’s seen in years! Why the bloody hell aren’t you playing?”
“I just don’t think I’ll have
time,” he replied, “Between classes, N.E.W.T.s,
apprenticing with Madame Pomfrey, and… the other
thing… I’ll be gone on the weekends,
Ron. How would I be able to play?”
Ron sighed. “What are we going to
do without you?”
“Ginny’s a good enough Seeker,”
Harry said, “I can even train her, one-on-one, if you’d like. Probably only one
or two days a week, but still…”
Ron smiled, actually looking quite
pleased at the idea. “That’d be brilliant. What do you say, Gin?”
“Sounds good to me,” she replied,
ignoring her brother’s satisfied smile.
“Good. We’d best be heading down
to Hagrid’s,” Harry said, standing from the table,
“He said that the first class was going to be something. Wonder what he meant…”
Ron laughed as he, Hermione, and Draco followed him out of the Great Hall. “Last time he
said that, Draco was mauled by a Hippogriff.”
Draco
groaned. “Great…”
~II~
End Chapter Two! I thought I’d end
this a lighter, non-cliff hanger, note. Hope you enjoyed it and don’t forget to
REVIEW! I live on reviews, as do my plot bunnies, the most important things in
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story to be smut-less and riddled with heterosexual love and ridiculously,
DISGUSTINGLY, sweet and fluffy. Lol. Next chapter soon! A bientot!
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