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Golden Hearts	By : BetaBloodLust Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Golden Hearts: Chapter 20: By His Side

Arumus walked slowly down to the common room after he had dressed, trying to somehow wall off the memory of the gratification he had captured from Draco's scream, the feel of his body, and the intense release he had experienced. He could not accomplish the feat, but he managed to regain a semblance of calm.

Jordan greeted him airily, but Percival seemed in the transports of pure bliss. Arumus glanced at Jordan reproachfully. "What have you been telling him, Jordan?"

Jordan smiled mischievously. "I've been filling his head with nonsense, of course."

Arumus glanced at Percival. "What did Jordan tell you, Percival?"

Percival smiled at Arumus somewhat glassily. "Cousins..." He murmured. "That's almost as good as twins..."

"Jordan," Arumus said accusingly, "What have you been telling him? I mean, it's obvious we weren't doing anything that exciting. You found us both with our clothes on!"

"Oh, there are plenty of things you could have been doing and still managed to get your clothes back on with fair warning..." Jordan replied.

Percival just smiled.

"What kind of pervert do you take me for?" Arumus asked, annoyed.

"Come now, Arumus. We both know you are much more twisted than the two of us combined," Jordan replied casually. "Let Percival enjoy his fantasies. I do."

"Yeah, right..." Arumus spoke coolly.

Jordan sobered and sat at the nearest table. "You missed breakfast, so we brought you toast. You haven't been eating enough, Arumus."

Arumus tried to remember the last thing he had eaten but found he could not. Even so, he did not feel hungry. "That's ok, Jordan. I'm not very hungry, anyway."

Jordan arched a brow. "Really...?"

Percival seemed to snap out of his reverie. "Arumus, don't be silly. You didn't eat dinner last night, and I know you need to keep up your strength. You're dangling two lovers. That takes energy."

"I am not... dangling... anybody," Arumus protested. He murmured softly for their ears alone. "If you must know the truth, I am the one who's being torn asunder."

Jordan snorted, but Percival nodded, speaking equally quietly. "We know that, Arumus. Just eat, okay?" He pushed the buttered toast, wrapped in two cloth napkins, toward Arumus with a smile.

Arumus swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. "Thanks, Percival." He picked up the package gingerly and removed one napkin. The smell of the bread turned his stomach, but he forced himself to eat first one piece, and then the second, washing them down with copious amounts of water.

"Arumus, what is the matter? Draco doesn't explain you acting like this." Jordan was more serious than Arumus had ever seen him before.

"Something... very bad happened last night." Arumus replied.

"What?" Jordan asked, frowning.

Arumus considers his friends, and he decided that he really could trust them with anything. He had always thought being alone such a natural state, but Severus had opened his eyes, and he knew that loneliness was now something unbearable and terrifying.

"Someone opened the Chamber of Secrets last night," he replied softly, and he proceeded to tell them both the details of his evening before. Jordan and Percival listened, both growing steadily more serious. When he finished, Jordan seemed angry, and Percival was pale.

"Dumbledore broke into your mind?" Jordan seemed to grow angrier with every word.

Arumus placed a calming hand on Jordan's shoulder. "And I returned the favor with interest, Jordan."

Jordan shook his head. "That doesn't matter. You are a student, and you came to him because you trusted him, and he... he violated you!"

Arumus shook his head. "I was his prime suspect, Jordan. He knows I am a Parselmouth."

Percival looked slightly ill. "He suspected you?"

"Think about it," Arumus suggested. "If I was the Heir, or whoever opened the Chamber, what better way to divert suspicion? Claim I discovered the perpetrator, obviously. But Severus was with me, so I had an alibi."

"But then why did he still barge into your mind like that?" Jordan was not letting his anger go.

"He wanted to be sure I had not tricked Severus, of course." Arumus shrugged miserably.

"What kind of person does he think you are?" Jordan was in rare form now, but Arumus brought him up short.

"Jordan, Dumbledore doesn't know me. He knows who my parents are, though. For all he knew, I could have been plotting this for ages, maybe with help from my parents..." Arumus met Jordan's eyes, and he saw that Jordan was shocked by his words.

Jordan sat for a moment, simply staring at Arumus. "I just don't think of you as really capable of something so... purely evil, Arumus."

Arumus gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Jordan. At least someone doesn't."

"You have always had three on your side," said Percival suddenly. "Us and Professor Snape. He wouldn't suspect you."

Arumus nodded. "Thanks, Percival."

Percival placed a comforting hand on Arumus' shoulder. "Well, last time the Chamber was opened, there were attacks on muggle-borns. Nothing like that has happened yet."

Both Jordan and Arumus stared at Percival.

"What do you mean, last time?" Arumus asked.

"Oh. My dad was at Hogwarts back then. It was probably fifty years ago or so 'cause he's an old geezer. He used to tell my cousins and me that if we didn't get sorted into Slytherin at school, the Heir would come back and take us for blood-traitors. Utter nonsense, of course, but we all liked to be frightened, ya know?" Percival shrugged.

"Did your dad ever say who did it?" Jordan asked.

"No. He said the headmaster hushed everything up. He thought the headmaster, I think his name was Dippey..." He paused. "No, it was Dippet. Well, he was supposedly in on the whole thing, but my dad likes conspiracy theories. He's convinced that Dumbledore is actually the real Minister of Magic, and he believes that the Dark Lord was a muggle propped up by Cornelius Fudge to get revenge against a secret goblin organization... He also reads The Quibbler avidly... Not a reliable source." Percival rolled his eyes.

"Oh." Arumus was disappointed.

"So..." Jordan looked thoughtful. "Did Dumbledore tell you anything useful after he..." Jordan seemed to catch his anger again out of thin air. "Forced himself upon you?"

Arumus nodded. "He told me that the Heir is at Hogwarts, but he thinks someone else actually opened the Chamber of Secrets."

Jordan frowned. "He's lost it. If the Heir is here, why would he make someone else open the Chamber?"

"I don't know," admitted Arumus.

Now, it was Percival who looked thoughtful. He spoke up, a glint in his eye. "Hey, what if the Heir here now isn't the same person as last time?"

"What do you mean?" Arumus asked curiously.

"What if he's the Heir of the Heir, or the Heir of the Heir of the Heir? What if the original Heir never told him how to do it, but he told someone else? Wouldn't that fit with what Dumbledore said?"

Arumus shrugged.

"I think you're beginning to resemble your old man, Percival." Jordan shook his head. "There are too many possibilities for us to pin anything down without more information..."

"I agree." Arumus said.

Percival nodded reluctantly. "I guess you're right. So, what do we do, Arumus?"

"Yeah, what do we do?" echoed Jordan.

Arumus glanced at his friends in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Jordan smirked. "You're the brains behind this outfit, Arumus. Plus, you like giving orders."

Arumus laughed for the first time since hearing that cold, viper-like voice. "Orders... right..." he agreed sardonically.

He gazed at them both for a moment as he organized his thoughts. "Okay, here's my plan. First, we go to the library and start on some serious research. Maybe we can find clues about the last person to open the Chamber. And let's be sure to keep our eyes open at all times for suspicious activity from anyone in any house because everyone is a suspect. We're all probably safe if attacks do begin to occur, as we're all Pure Bloods, but I still think we should try to stick together at all times. And we cannot seem to be acting suspiciously, in case people begin to think one of us is the Heir."

Jordan and Percival nodded, and then they all stood, readying to leave the common room for the library.

Arumus noticed that his stomach had unclenched, and the sick feeling that he had felt earlier was slowly dissipating. His friends believed him, and they wanted to stand beside him. He suddenly realized that Draco, too, wanted to be by his side. He had to suppress a smile at the thought because even if Draco wanted to see the school purged, he had chosen Arumus instead of the Heir, or whoever had opened the Chamber. Arumus then thought of Severus, with his dark, intense gaze and the beauty of the gift he continued to give him, and he could not suppress a shiver as he remembered the strength and warmth of his embrace.

Jordan glanced at him. "Ah. Thinking about the Professor, I see."

Arumus shook his head in wonder. "How did you guess?"

"I just know these things, Arumus..." Jordan smiled his sly smile. "Maybe someday I'll tell you my secret..."

Arumus smiled and shook his head again. He doubted Jordan would ever reveal that particular secret.
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