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A Majestic Wish	By : yaoitezzone Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Majestic's wish

Chapter 5. Bewitched

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Fifth years at Hogwarts, June.

He couldn't find him, no matter how many times he turned his head or looked around for the messy haired fiancé of his. The blond boy felt his frustration started to eat him up, where was he? Did Harry avoiding him?

The garden was decked out grandly, if he had the time, he would gladly praise his mother further, for her effort making this mocking party became passable for Malfoy's standard. He could saw almost Lily and Narcissa flowers bloomed beautifully with magic and a couple of white covered table filled the garden with its matching chair. Simple yet elegant… Befitting for a Malfoy.

And when that thoughts came, his frustration changed into anger… he was almost turned into a laughing stock because only a while after the ceremony, his fiancé had vanished without any trace.

When he wanted to give up and back to his room, indulging himself in self pity, something caught his eyes, a group of red heads who looked sullen enough for their own funerals. He straightened his back and lifted his chin up, a pose his father would be so proud if he could see him. Ignoring the incessant chatter around him, minly consisted of they who wanted to greet him and offer him congratulation, a couple of idiots, he always thought… He walked further to the red head's group, giving them an angry glare.

"Weasley." He said with a curt nod toward his nemesis Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, only for the courtesy. People thought that Ginny Weasley was his nemesis, well with her being Harry ex-lover or the black haired boy's supposedly true soul mate, if he had quoted directly from daily Prophet. Well, they were true, but for Draco, the Weasellette was not the only enemy he had. They who took Harry from him for this seven years, they who took his affection and love were his true enemy, namely all his good friends and family. Draco hated them all because Harry loved them more than he could ever love Draco…

"Why you…" Almost instantly, he saw Ron Weasley's hand flied to his check, intending to give him a nightmare bruise on his perfect skin. Fortunately for Draco, Granger's hand was quicker than the hot tempered male.

"Ron," She hissed angrily. "Control yourself, remember where we are! The others are watching us."

"But, Mione he…"

"Stop it, Ron! We are in Malfoy's house, don't do anything reckless! He could just throw us out, you know. Besides, do want to humiliate your mother? Harry wouldn't be too happy with your action, also." he heard Granger's logical voice shouted, too bad, he almost hoped Weasley would show his bad tempered side and Draco could kick him out of here. But apparently, Granger could cool down her angry boyfriend, too bad indeed.

"Believe me, Weasley…" he added a sneer here and cheered when the Weasel fumed. "I will not be here if I can help it. The problem is…" Draco sighed heavily, keeping his pride in cheek; he ran his left finger in his hair and tried to make them back to order which his family knew, was interpreted as a nervous gesture for him. "Well, I cannot find Potter. By any change, do you know where he is?"

Weasel's mouth turned agape, surprised with his polite words, he was sure. But the most disconcerting thing was Granger's face. She smirked in the annoyingly way, it was like she knew something, maybe she knew how much effort Draco used to say those polite words to her and Weasel. But something different was shown in her eyes, and he almost swore, if he didn't know her that she was tried to suppress her giggles.

"Couldn't even keep your husband stay, don't you Malfoy?" It looked like the Weasel had thought that he gained some ammunition to taunt him. "Maybe you have to learn to become a good wife from your mother. I'm sure she will gladly take you to her garden club." And he snickered loudly with his own words.

But Draco, who had already prepared to have this kind of insult since he accepted the engagement, only smiled or maybe smirked mildly? The sinister of his smile threw Weasel aback and made him hide behind Granger. "At least, my man will not be a coward that he has to hide behind his own wife…"

And the look on the Weasel's face was so priceless that it was worth for Granger's little slap in his cheek which fortunately for him, stopped by the most people he detest.

"Hermione! Stop it!" Ginny Weasley… with his trusted Gryffindor dog, Daniel Potter how trailed her this entire time. "If you let him anger you, it means he has won!" Ah, what a good word…

He let the four of them fought against each other, waiting for his own turn to taunt them. He watched her, Ginny Weasley wore a deep red maroon robe that fit his body perfectly, it had a lot of gold trim and cut so it would show her leg, he was a little surprise, thinking where she could find that little fortune with her money but doting eyes from the younger Potter answered his question.

He hated it, he hated how she looked so beautiful…Draco was not as arrogant or confident as he always showed, looking at Ginny Weasley made him felt conscious that he was a man and no matter how hard he tried he would never have those soft and sensuous body. And his hair, it was a little different from other Weasley; in her those red hairs looked like a red satin, gorgeous, unlike his own hair, it was a sickly color of white, sickeningly pale. He hated his hair because with his pale complexion he looked like a ghost. Draco was everything that was not Ginny Weasley… It was no wonder Harry loved her and hated him…

If they were standing side by side and harry became their judge, he knew in Harry's eyes he looked like a little cretin than the lively red head. And only Harry's opinion important to him, even if his father or others said he was beautiful, he still knew he was ugly in Harry's eyes.

Well, it was not the time to pity himself, Draco decided. So he asked again. "So do you know where my fiancé are, Weasley?" This time he said politely, only thinking to run away from here.

"No, I don't." Weasley said simply, a frown pictured in his face when he though where his fiancé might be.

"Ah, is that so…" But when had turn his back and started to leave, when Weasellette's voice stopped him.

"Malfoy, harry maybe your fiancé, but if you dare to hurt him. I swear I will…"

"That, Weasley' is something that I couldn't promise…" And he ran away before the Weasellette could catch him, and murdered him on spot.

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Fifth years at Hogwarts, June.

Harry never knew how people could smile even if they were hurting inside like he was doing right now or maybe acted indifferent toward everything like the Malfoy did. He knew his mouth started to stiffen when he had to accept another wish-you-luck-now-you-are-part-of-Malfoy's speech. He needed to get away and he needed it now before he exploded and humiliating not only himself but also his family. So when he saw his change to escape, he almost ran to the only safe place in this party, a dark and secluded part of the garden. Well, Harry was sure no one would come here; even he wouldn't do it if he could help it, because no one wanted to stay with flesh-eating-flower which was taller two feet than normal human being, right?

And when he thought he had come to a safe place where no one could harass him, he met the most people he didn't want to see.

He met with Ginny and his brother, Daniel. And if his eyesight was correct than it was truly Daniel's hand which was wrapped around Ginny's shoulder protectively. And they were to engross in their own world that they didn't even notice him. At first, he wanted to do the Gryffindor thing and let them be, but his Slytherin's side had won. So, conveniently, he found a good spot to hide for them, a big tree with a weird color, well, they were green and silver. But unfortunately, from this side he couldn't watch Daniel's face only his behind but Ginny's beautiful face was quite clear from this point.

"No, Daniel, please let me go. I grateful for your help and ... and this beautiful gown but…" And that answered Harry's question about the delectable gown Ginny wore which Harry knew the Weasley never could afford it by their own money. Something dark and ugly started to grow in his heart.

Daniel released his hug but Harry noted that both of his hand were still in Ginny's shoulder, trapping her but still gently. Their eyes stared each other intently, like trying to understand each other. Harry wanted to scream wanted to punch Daniel and said 'she is his woman, damn it!' but he couldn't so helplessly he watched it happened.

"Ginny…" the red head boy said gently but determined. "I know that maybe this is not the right place or the right time. But let me tell you something… You are not alone in this, Ginny. I am with you and unlike my stupid twin, I will love you no matter what…"

Ginny looked surprised when she was hearing Daniel's word but then her expression turned to angry. "So, you are saying that if you are in Harry's position. Instead of marrying Malfoy, you will choose to stay with me… even if it means losing your magic?" She asked

"But of course…" Daniel agreed easily, didn't understand the fault in his thoughts.

"Really?" Ginny asked coldly, her voice had turned so icy even harry shivered from it. "Even if your family and Malfoys will turn into squib?"

"Er…"

"Or don't you think about the innocent people who will die if the boy who lived loses its power?"

"Er…"

She gave a un-lady snorted, not impressed with Daniel's ideas. "And here I think, Gryffindor is the one who should be all noble…"

"But he hurt you!" Daniel shouted hopelessly, his hand opened wildly, trying to explain his points. "Why do you still defend him? Don't you feel any hatred, any resentment toward him? Didn't he have promised to be always with you? You were his lover, official or not, everybody knew that… and they respected that, even… even … I…" And Daniel stopped, he couldn't elaborate further, not if he wanted to keep his pride intact.

Ginny only could stare him with pity. "Oh, Daniel… I am sorry… I…"

"It's not fair…" he added bitterly. "Everything is always Harry this; Harry that, sometimes when we went to some party, people would always try to greet Harry and forget that I was there. But it is okay, and even when it was him who had you… It was still okay as long as he loves you and never betrays you… But then this happened, this whole fiasco with Malfoy and I am angry with him because instead of choosing you he chosed Malfoy! But I couldn't shout at him or punch him, not when he looked like the world had over, not when he is hurting like that!"

Ginny only sighed tiredly. "Yes, he can be a prat sometimes, didn't he? A Gryffindor's quality whether he admit it or not" She joked, and decreased the tense atmosphere drastically. "And don't get me wrong, Daniel." The girl added and chastised him. "I am not a saint, of course I feel resentment and anger and hatred, even now… I still feel it, you know…Here…" He took Daniel's hand and put it in his heart. "Feel it, it is beating faster, isn't it? Only thinking about it, make my heart beating faster, with anger, hatred… But this feeling it isn't for Harry, no…it was for the fate who make it happened, for the God, who make let it happened…"

"And what about Harry? What do you feel about him?" Ginny only stood up, her pose liked a warrior before they went for their last breath in battle field.

"Maybe, anger? Yes, definitely anger but also… "She smiled fondly. "Love, perhaps, and fondness?" in the corner of her eyes, she could see Daniel's dejected pose, and smiled despite all that happen. "Do you want to know one of my secret, Daniel? You fit exactly as the man in my dream before I met Harry." Ginny said easily, and could see Daniel's shocked expression. "Yes, it is true, so easy to loved, simple, and easy to read, unlike Harry. Harry was the 'hero' type, a person everyone adored, and liked but like every hero in the book he was very hard to love because he wouldn't let somebody in. But when you loved him, it would difficult to let him go, very difficult indeed."

She just continued, ignoring Daniel's inner dialogue. "At first, I was one of that 'somebody', the one who could only liked him and saw him from a far, but then… then something change… The accident with Raven had changed us… And it will be a lie if I said that after everything we went through I will stop to love him… No, it will be hard to stop. Harry maybe stupid, heartless and cold and everything those people in the party gossiped about him, but there is one thing I know for sure… It is that I will never love him, if he is the type of person who leaved his obligation to stay with me, knowing it will hurt a lot of people, no, he was Harry, my hero…"

Harry felt happy but also sad with Ginny exclamation, but he knew that she said it not for him. It was for herself, it was her way to say good bye for him, to justified his action, so she wouldn't hate him and if the time was right, maybe found another person to love again.

"But I will never give up!" Suddenly, Daniel's voice aborted the peace and quiet moment.

With blinking eyes, just to make sure she didn't dreaming, she asked. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said that I never give up! I know that you love Harry." Daniel said determined, his voice didn't even have any doubt from earlier. "But no one could predict the future. Just see and watch… And I will make you love me…"

Ginny stared at Daniel wonderingly for a couple of minutes, then she laughed, laughed for the first time in many months. Form this spot, Harry couldn't even see Daniel's expression but he knew his twin must be grinning like he had won a lottery. How beautiful that laughs was… He knew he should be happy… but he couldn't…

Earlier, in the binding ceremony, he thought that he could let Ginny go, let Daniel took care of her… He thought that he was already giving up hope… but no! When he saw Ginny laughed at Daniel's action, when he saw her smiled at him, his heart had hurt, and it was still hurting…

Now, he realized… that he was still a man, a man who was jealous when his intended smile at another man… This burning ache in his heart, this ugly jealousy was eating him up, made everything dark. The Wizarding world, the Wizard and Witch, Dumbledore, his parent, and even Voldemort… it didn't matter to him right now, the one who was matter only Ginny… And stood right beside her… where Daniel stood…

The black haired man didn't even realized when his magic had started to acting up… Pulsed and danced around him, making a beautiful bright dark and silver aura, a menacing and nauseated aura. His eyes started to blur, making him difficult to see… he didn't even realize when Ginny and Daniel leaved the garden, still laughing happily.

It was like he trapped in a dark room, with no light, there were no floor, no window, and no sound, an empty place where you could only saw darkness… He felt the cold, burning into his bone, erasing his pain and ache against Ginny and filling him with something else, loneliness…

But the darkness, the coldness suddenly disappear… replaced with bright light warmness… like a sun, a bright sun and when he opened his eyes, he saw Draco Malfoy, staring at him, his expression was unreadable… The cold calculating grey eyes saw him, deep into his soul and body.

Harry's body had become tense, prepared from the usual verbal insults the Malfoy thrown but Malfoy only smiled, his smile, did something strange to Harry's body, like a warm tingling in his body, started at his heart then dispersed to all his body.

"What do you want?" He asked nervously, though something in his soul told him to stop, it was wrong… He was not supposed to contradict this man, he should… what? What he should do? Confused, he was shaking his head, trying to concentrate his attention.

Again, Malfoy only smirked. "Find you…" he said simply, shrugging his shoulder slightly.

Harry was confused, because this Malfoy was different than the Malfoy he was used to fight in school, that Malfoy was a bully but this, this Malfoy was too calm, too cold for his liking. Wait, his liking? Since when he like Malfoy?

Then Malfoy continued. "I can't find you anywhere… So, I think you must be here…" Then he smiled again, those striking smile that could captivating your soul. "Yes, I know, this is a good place to think, isn't it?" He started to walk further into the center of the garden, Harry was annoyed at him because the blond was thinking that Harry would followed him, still with a disgruntled face he followed Malfoy. "The plant, after all, very kind, smart, ehm… funny.."

Harry didn't understand, what Malfoy thinking, is he talking about the plant?

Then suddenly, he stopped, in an open clearing where Harry couldn't find anything remotely common, everything in this place was weird, from orange lizard till the rainbow colored bird which was singing at the night. It looked like they had changed their place, from the man-eater-plant zone to the another-world-plant zone. But the most disconcerting plant was the big tree right in the middle of the clearing, the tree had silver trunks with a purple love-shapes leaves. The tree' figure resembled greatly with the Whooping Willow in Hogwarts, but unlike the Whoomping Willow, it gave a sense of peace and tranquility.

Malfoy almost liked fly toward the tree, then when his hand contacted with the tree and stroked it softly, Harry felt something shift, it almost felt like some privacy or shield charm put around them, and a strong one. Panicky, he looked around, trying to find a loophole somewhere, a way to escape.

"It's useless…" Malfoy said calmly, he walked slowly to Harry. "The tree in here was an ancient and different. "Malfoy added softly, almost to himself. "The Magic would be too strong for you to break, even Dumbledore couldn't do that…"

Harry started to sweat, afraid with this Malfoy; Malfoy used the tree to activate the charm? He never heard that kind of Magic, he only knew that Wizard needed the Wand to focus their Magic, because if not the Magic would poured from every core and quickly drained them. Of course, he knew there were a people who couldn't need the Wand, himself and Voldemort included, but it was tiring and exhausting…

Malfoy stooped, only a few meters from Harry. "It' is okay. I will not hurt you." Then he added to calm him. "Hhh… Don't worry; I will not kill my own fiancé, especially when there are lot witnesses to prove me guilty. What?" He smiled, and Harry enchanted with those smile, his fear had started to disappear. "Harry?" Malfoy asked because he seemed in the state of bewilderment but now he was shocked, because Malfoy had called his name. And strangely, he liked the way Malfoy call him. "Do you want something?"

To cover his day dreaming about Malfoy he asked mockingly. "A tree, Malfoy?"

"Yes, is that weird?"

"Well, as weird as Loony I guess…"

But Malfoy didn't seem upset when Harry insulted him, in the contrary he looked distracted, unfocused. Harry tried to catch his gaze and ended up seeing the weird tree again. It looked like Malfoy had some kind of fetish with that tree.

The silence had grown over them but strangely Harry felt calm. Accidentally, their eyes met. Malfoy stared back at him, his expression calm but curious. And at then Harry became conscious that Malfoy looked like a beautiful fairy, fragile and gorgeous but very dangerous for they could eat you alive without guilty.

"Do you love her?" Suddenly Malfoy asked the dreaded question, his hand unconsciously tugging at Harry hem. His eyes showed an emotion that Harry couldn't decipher.

He only raised his eyebrow. "And you care? Didn't you was the one who chose me to become your fiancé? And without my consent if I may add?" This time the bitterness had sweeping in his word.

Hearing his world, Malfoy's hand flinch then stiffening. He smirked triumphantly, he won this time…

But swiftly, Malfoy let his arm go then stared at him intently. His silver eyes was gleaming strangely, Harry could almost see lights dancing in his eyes, like a sky full of star. "It couldn't be help, then." He heard Malfoy mumble.

Malfoy was smiling sadly at him. He moved forward, one step at time and Harry couldn't help but move backward. And it happened again, again and again. He wanted to say to his body to stop but he couldn't… It was like Imperius but it was impossible because harry could deflect Imperius… It was like his body knew danger and tried to avoid it... but he didn't afraid to Malfoy, damn it!

But the same weird tree, the one Malfoy used to see, halted his step, trapped he only could watch helplessly when Malfoy moving closer and closer to him.

His palm started to sweat and he could feel his body trembling but the most infuriating thing was how calm Malfoy was…

Scared, he closed his eyes, waiting for his fate, in Malfoy's hand.

He waited…

And waited…

But nothing came…

Until suddenly, he felt it… something moist, something soft, something alive in his lips… Malfoy's lips in his lips, MALFOY WAS KISSING HIM!

He was always how Malfoy feel? Will he felt sharp like his slashing word, or bitter like his attitude or dangerous like his action? But never in million times, he thought that Malfoy would feel this sweet, this… this… addicting…

They were kissing for a while; Harry had forgotten about his trouble, about Ginny, about the war and everything. However, suddenly Malfoy bit his lower lip, bleeding it. Furious, he attacked back, bit Malfoy lips, but because Malfoy was shorter, he could only bit his upper lip. Malfoy gave half-hearted moan, and his mouth was opened for Harry's exploitation, his tongue started to travel around in Malfoy warm cavern, feeling his and Malfoy's blood in their heated kiss. At first, the blond refused his bait, shy, but harry tongue attacked him, dominating him until he was surrender and started their dancing.

Harry' hand, first immobile for his daze now started to wander, feeling Malfoy's body, his sharp shoulder, his slender waist, his pert arse, everything. It was bizarre because Malfoy felt so sweet, and softer than he could imagine.

Slowly he felt something warm penetrated him, starting from his mouth then up to his head, and slowly crawled to his neck and down and down until he felt warm all over. But gradually, the warm changed becoming hotter and hotter, then the tingling started, it was like thousand ants bit into his skin and injected poison into his blood system.

Cried painfully, he let Malfoy go, the pain was unbearable, but unlike Cruciatus, no, this pain was sweet and addicting, he never felt like this before…

"What are you doing to me?" he shouted panicky, he aimed his wand to Malfoy with his trembled hand, accusing him responsible for this pain…

"Me?" Malfoy only smiled softly, his expression was calm but his eyes looked like a stormy night, Malfoy's lips which had been kissed breathlessly by him, looked ravished. "How cruel, why do you suspect me… Did you see I pull my wand out or do you forget that you hug me just a moment ago?"

Malfoy's word and his mocking tone made his face and ears hot, this time from humiliation. "Then who else?" he almost shouted, half from pain and half from frustration.

"Well… may be your twin want to revenge for his red head Weasellette or may be… the Weasellete herself, for her pain because instead of marrying her you end up marrying me. You know there is a lot of story like that… The heroin betrayed by the hero then turned into the villain herself, killed his ex-lover beloved or so I told…"

"Ginny wouldn't do that!" he shouted angrily. "And… And Daniel is too noble for this kind of spell…" Suddenly, the hot pain started to magnify greatly. His foot couldn't hold his weight again; he was forced to knell in front of Malfoy. It was hard spoke and even to breathe…

Malfoy only smirked, amused with Harry's attitude. "Isn't it true? Didn't you have another incident like that? Someone who was dear to you betrayed you. It almost killed you that time, don't you remember?" He taunted him again. "I believe his name was Raven? The one who gaining your trust then stomped at it without a care…" Malfoy spat the last word bitterly.

Harry was in shock, Raven was a confidential matter in the Order, not even the Ministry knew about him. Somehow he managed to ask, "How do you know that?"

Malfoy's eyes were cold but turned soft when he saw Harry's terrified gaze. "It's okay." Malfoy said, his cold hand touch Harry's forehead, rubbing it gently. Gradually, the pain started to shrink though Harry could felt it, in his head, ready to launch again. "I had get rid of him, you know; you don't have to worry about him again…"

Too stunning to speak, he only stared at Malfoy with his mouth agape. "What are you doing to him?" Malfoy gave dismissive wave. "Answer me! Malfoy!" He shouted angrily, but the pain had started to act again, making him scream. Wandlessly, Malfoy spelled a silencing charm to prevent others hearing Harry's scream.

Malfoy fixed his eyes on Harry, like Harry was a bad child and Malfoy was the one who should punished him. "I don't understand." Malfoy said, he held Harry's face in his hand, so they could stare each other. "If you could cared about another person who had betray you… Then why? Why can't you care about me?"

"What?" Harry asked, disbelieved colored his voice. "What are you talking about?" Malfoy looked intently at him, softly like a lover should. He sighed, feeling that Harry didn't appreciate his effort. Malfoy stood and turned his back from Harry. "Malfoy! Malfoy?" He cried hopelessly, afraid when Malfoy started to leave. "NO!" He yelled. "NO! Please, don't leave me…" Harry couldn't bother if he had sounded pathetic but he didn't want to be alone.

Malfoy must had done something to him, whatever this charm he had casted made Harry vulnerable, alone and anxious, something he never felt before, not this kind of pain, this loneliness. Malfoy smiled sadly at him. He walked closer and kneeled beside him, hugged him tenderly.

When Malfoy hugged him, the pain disappeared slowly, making him sighed in relief. "What are you doing to me, Malfoy?" His energy had depleted from his earlier shouting, he was barely whispering to Malfoy but the other boy could hear it clearly, for his hug had tightened around his body.

"A simple charm…" Malfoy said calmly, like he didn't destroy Harry's whole world with that simple charm. "Whenever you are thinking badly about somebody else who is not me, your body will feel the warm sensation, it will increasing to sore ache if you think romantically about them and started to become a burning pain when you do the act of love with them…hugging, kissing, you carry on…" Then he added again. "When it happened, the pain could only be lessened by my touch, a little hug or a simple kiss…"

He was astonished with Malfoy's act, but could only whisper painfully. "But why, Malfoy? What will you accomplish with this?" Harry could feel his tears, slowly soaked his check. Feeling his own distressed for Malfoy's action and knowing he didn't have any power to oppose it, not if he didn't even know the spell's incantation.

Tenderly, Harry felt Malfoy kissed his forehead. "So you will love me, Harry. So you always think about me…wherever and whenever you are…" Harry sobbed, anger and disgust for Malfoy filled him, but he let Malfoy held him tighter, for he knew no one could hold him like this except Malfoy.

"It's okay… I'll take care of you, so you won't need anyone beside me…"

_HPDM++++++++++++HPDM_

Sixth year at Hogwarts, March.

Draco couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes and saw his fiancé wrapped his arm around him to keep him warm. Though, Draco suspected if he had never cast the spell, Harry wouldn't even sleep on the same bed as him. The spell, it was a little edgy because Harry had gone for a little more than a week for Order's mission that it started to rebel. Lately, Draco realized that Harry never protested so much when the spell started to acting up. It looked like Harry had given up to fight the spell so he let the spell ran its nature…

Actually, the spell was something simple that Draco created spontaneously. It was also easy to break if you knew how the nature of the spell and the construction. Fortunately for him, no one would know it since he was the creator and he would make sure no one knew, including Granger.

One of the benefits Draco got from this spell was his closeness with Harry. At first, harry was a bit reluctant to romance er no, kiss him? Or even hold his hand, but suddenly the black haired boy couldn't bear to lose contact with human's warmth and only Draco could do that, without the unnecessary pain. Sometimes, Draco even though that Harry enjoyed to embrace him, not that Harry would say it to him. His Slytherin was too proud for his own good.

Draco sat up and looked around to his Head Boy's room, this room was given by Dumbledore when they came to school after their bonding, not a luxurious one but still adequate for him and Harry. When Draco was elected as the head Boy, instead of giving him a new quarter, Dumbledore decided to let him stayed at his old room, since he lived there with Harry. He tried to move from the other boy's embrace only to be answered with a muffled protest from the sleeping figure. He had to be careful though, harry was cranky when he was slept deprived.

Draco stared at the boy no, a man beside him. Draco never felt any remorseful when he had casted those spell at harry, a heart binding spell. He knew that Harry had asked his friend, especially Granger to help him to find the counter-spell and still couldn't find it.

That spell was special, no wizard in the Wizarding world could break it. It was wrong, he knew that but he didn't have any time… He had to be hurry. He didn't care even if he had to hurt Harry or his family. Honestly, for him, Harry and his family was the most precious treasure for him, but he had another thing that he hold dear more than anything else, more than himself.

Everything was done according to his plan, so smooth that sometimes he felt anxious. "Just a little while… Then everything will be over."

But could he? Could he finished his plan and have what he wished for? Because for his scheming and great detail, he forget something, a miss in his plan…

Not in million years, he could never guess that he will become so attached to his family and Harry. Maybe, it would be hard for him to let them go when the time come. But he didn't have any option…

"Everything was doing according to my plan, right?"

_HPDM++++++++++++HPDM_

Sixth year at Hogwarts...

Within a long intricate corridor that was filled with erotic and gothic ornament and lit by thousand of silver candle which was floated in the air, a slender and beautiful young man strode hurriedly. His orange colored hair was moved by the warm wind and his beautiful pale green eyes filled with concern and annoyance.

The man's name was Juthian, he was infamous for his intolerable temper, he shouted, he yelled and angry on behalf of almost everything that moved and breathed. A frown was always decorated his beautiful face. Juthian was one of the Elle, Elle was the 'One' who pledged his loyalty to the High Priest, all of their body, heart and soul belonged to the High Priest, for him to use as he wanted it. Juthian was also very powerful but sadly, contrary to his strength, his appearance was always remained as a submissive, slender and feminine. No one ever dared to oppose him since his power did not lie in the 'strength department' but in the art of mind control.

As a born submissive, Juthian was birthed at Sullen, 9000 km from Etera's capital, Rine. Etera was inhabited by the Majestic clan since years ago. The population itself was divided into two main groups dominant and submissive. Not everyone who was birthed as a dominant was a male, and not every female was submissive. Though, the one who could bear a child was they who were female or they who had submissive's characteristic. But for the majestic, a male submissive was a weakness in their family, since they were incomplete, a man who couldn't fight, birthed only for conception purpose. So, two hundred years ago, they started 'submissive's hunting', they would found male submissive then raped and killed them. Since then, the population had been diminished greatly, until the newest High Priest came and brought a new law, a law to protect the male submissive. But it was already too late, the prejudice was already planted its nasty rot in the Majestic's heart… no one could salvage them not even the High priest.

A born submissive liked him was called the cursed child; they said people liked him only brought unhappiness and misfortune. The slender man was used as a bullied target by his own families and parent. So, in the young age of a hundred years old, he leaved his district and lived at the Yelow Sea. Actually, Yelow Sea was not a sea; it was a desert, a very mass desert that almost looked like a Sea. No one ever had the nerve to live in there since Yelow Sea which surrounded the Haki Mountain was always filled with the Taniwha. 'Taniwha' was a demon-like creature. Its form was varied between animal-like creature and human-like creature, but no matter its form, they only had one thing in common, their fondness with human flesh. Luckily for Juthian, he had a great affinity with those Taniwha, very great in fact, so that among the Elle people called him the conquer of thousand beasts.

He sighed again, hopelessly. His Master was very reliable but sometimes he could be very irresponsible, like today. Every morning, since ten years ago, without a fail, the morning assembly was held in the Tranquility Palace. The assembly was attended by the district's representative, the High priest and sometimes one of the Elle. Etera was a great country; it was consisted of twelve districts which were ruled by its own Governor. If the high Priest hadn't been birthed, the Governor would rule their district ruthlessly by their own law. So, after his Master took his right as the ruler of twelve districts, they obviously protested heavily. To avoid any domestic war among each other and let the Governor had some false security about their own authority to run the country, the Morning Assembly was created.

Juthian was proud with his Master who could think about such devious plan. Actually, Juthian knew that his master could easily defeat the entire army of twelve districts, but the fact that he chose the 'peace way' had make Juthian's admiration for him raised again. He was after all, the High Priest, in Etera his presence was not only necessary but also crucial. A country without a High Priest would lose his blesses from the God, the rain would rarely come, the earth would become barren and the Taniwha would surely flood the land. So, for almost three hundred years without a High Priest, Etera had become a broken country. Juthian still could remember it.

The dark time, when people could kill his own child to save himself so they wouldn't starve or how the prejudice ran deeply among the hearts of Etera's people. He was glad when the High Priest was birthed; he had grown as a fine man, as a good ruler.

That was what he thought; he only wished his Master could be a little sensible. Well, he knew the Assembly was ridiculously tiring and boring, they had to listen the twelve country representative's problem… especially when every one of them always thinking their problem was slightly more important than the others. Honestly, who would care about a little ripe on the Wall on the Rfet palace in Sunau district? Or why they should know about a little scandal involved Quon's Governor with his mistress? It was ridicules, sometimes, he wished he could just snapped those arrogant necks of the district representative.

Juthian stopped his musing since he had arrived at his destination. A simple door, too plain for this beautiful building but this very big, giant and enormous door was special it was made by Riki, another Elle. He sighed tiredly, if his Master wasn't found in this room, he didn't know where he had to find him. Without any hesitation, the pale green eyes man pushed the door ajar. It surrendered and opened with a weird voice, almost like protested his action. Instead of a room, a maze was found behind that door. The most large and complicated maze a human could find, filled with unusual creature and plants, but the most intriguing being in those maze was located at the centre of the maze, a silver tree with a love-shape purple leaves. He could feel the scent and intensity from the tree. He narrowed his eyes at the sight, a plant Taniwha? How rare… Trust his Master to find the most rare and dangerous Taniwha and put it in his 'garden'. How Juthian hated this maze, a confusing place, a lot of people lost in this maze only to be found months later… eaten by the taniwha or the weird creature his Master had been collected.

But, luckily, he knew the tricks of this maze. Calmly, he closed his eyes and imagined his Master, his scent, his face, his smirk… Almost immediately, his body dispersed within the air and appeared in front of his Master who was sipping his afternoon tea calmly. His silver hair was disarray from the gentle wind and his silver eyes were filled with mirth. He looked like a ten years old boy, instead of his actual age, seventeen. His Master body had stopped its growth two years ago. It meant that he was now could be considered as an adult in Etera. The only thing that differentiated him from a normal Majestic was the gem that was embedded in his fore head. The gem was shining under the sun; the colored gem looked so striking in his master's pale skin.

A normal Majestic had a 'Trune', it was a symbol attached in the Majestic forehead since they were birthed, kind of tattoo but unlike a simple tattoo or birthmark, it held a significant meaning for the bearer. There was no identical Trune in the worlds since no one had the same destiny and personality. The Trune represented your personality, your talent, your destiny and your future. It could predict what you would become even before you could walk. The color was varied, according to what, Juthian didn't know. He himself, had a red Trune before he met his Master but since he pledged his loyalty to his Master, his Trune's color had changed to the color of silver.

But a High Priest never had any Trune, instead they had what they called Bgess, it was gem attached to the High priest's forehead. They said the color was varied according to the times when the High Priest was birthed. They who were birthed in a peace age would have a pure white gem, and they who were birthed in the times of despair and war would have a blood red gem, like his Master.

Wake up from his day dreaming, he focused his attention to the boy in front of him. The boy had inconsiderately sat on a set of chair located near at the bottom of the 'Taniwha' tree. Only his master would take a tea in the bottom of the fearless Taniwha…

He was so exhausted, he had spent the entire day to find his Master, since the others Elle were too busy or lazy to find him. But unintentionally or maybe intentionally, his master with his typical arrogant attitude and a smirk planted on his lips only glanced at him for a while, then continued to drink his tea uncaringly. The nerve of this boy…

His Master spoke evenly. "Good evening, Juthian…" Oh, how Juthian hated his name; as an Elle, he should had a new name from his Master. A name that was chosen by the High Priest, a name that represented his destiny. But life wasn't fair, when Riki and Sergei could keep his name intact, why did he always end up with a girly name?

"Master…" The man said a bit too harshly; he hated how the other boy always acted like he was a mere child. His appearance might be resembled a thirteen years old but he was the second oldest from all of the Elle. This year, they would celebrate his three hundred and thirty years old birthday. Pouting, he asked again. "Tell me! Why did you not attend the Morning Assembly!" He was angry, tired and hungry, his feet and body was aching all over, almost too worn out too move.

His Master glanced at him and then chuckled. "Rin-sama…" He reprimanded softly.

"But…" And now, the brat pouted cutely. "I am tired…" his master sighed, pretending to be sad. "They are boring anyway. Talking and talking about unnecessary matter, like I have a time to spare over those bizarre things they always talked." He said, and added with an uncaring attitude with dismissive hand, for a semi-God creature, his High Priest looked like a mere boy, spoiled and selfish.

He said again and again, "But those are your responsibility as the High Priest, beside… the representatives are very angry. They felt insulted with your attitude and they think that you are neglecting your duty as the High Priest, especially when you ditch the morning assembly almost every day…"

"Well, who could sit and listen to old fool talking about their own gain?"

"Rin-sama!" He scolded, horrified and angry about his Master nonchalant attitude, though he knew his Master was truly right. And his master only raised his eyebrow mockingly. It was no secret that the affiliation between the representatives and the High Priest of Majestic was not very pleasant.

Besides... Who needed the District representative when Etera had such an accomplished High Priest with his Elle.

"And I never know that baby sitter was also one of my job description as an Elle…" Ju mumbled softly to himself.

"What did you say?"

"NO! Nothing at all…"

It was well known, that every High Priest had his or her own Elle. The Elle was a special person who served the High Priest, it was very difficult to find those kinds of people. Since it would be almost impossible to make a person who was strong in his own right to bow to the High Priest. To do that, the High Priest should be more powerful, more charismatic and more great than anyone else. According to the history, he didn't pay too much attention at that, it was Riki's specialization, his Master was told to be the most powerful and wiser than any other High Priest before him. It was not only because his own enormous power and vast knowledge, but also because he was the only High Priest in History who had five Elle.

Ju or namely known as Juthian merely sighed. "I want to tell you something." Gone was his whining attitude, making the High Priest realized whatever his Elle would tell him, it was something serious.

"Tell me. This location is secure. I, myself, was the one who put the barrier and the spell around here so only you or others Elle could enter it."

"There is a bad rumor circulating in the palace…" He said hesitantly and this immediately picked up his Master's interest. "They said powerful Taniwha had been raised in Sullen district, kidnapping little boys and girls for their meals…"

"At Sullen?" The High Priest said questioningly, Rin knew that Juthian had grudge to his old district, Juthian only shook his head, no this was a serious matter, he said silently. "If I remember correctly, Sullen was a region where they held an illegal experiment toward the half beast and Taniwha, I am right?" Ju simply nodded. "Their governor, it's still your father, am I right?" Juthian tensed further but he nodded.

"Hmmmm, Sullen, Sullen, two years ago, they were doing some fishy experiment, to create another new species, a mixed between the half beast and Taniwha, to further their military's power. Didn't I already forbid that kind of activity?" The High Priest asked again.

"Yes, you are. My fath… I mean the Sullen's governor also opposed that kind of experiment. Sullen maybe strongly prejudice toward their male submissive but they are pretty fair with half Beast's existence. Besides, I don't think the Sullen's governor is the one behind this…" he added carefully.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because he is in difficult situation, like you already know, Sullen chose his governor every five years. If he still wants to be elected this year then he won't do anything stupid with doing some illegal experiment. It has too much risk…"

The silence grew between them, a suffocating and tense silence. "Do you think like I think, Ju?"

Juthian gravely nodded. "My Bijuu, Ageha…reported that… there was an unusual movement in the West… But they cannot enter the town, a powerful barrier was put around the town, not even my Taniwha could enter…"

"And Sullen district is located in the West of Etera…"

"Yes… Besides," Ju added tentatively. "This morning when I was looking for you, I misheard the elders discussing something … Though, they stopped abruptly when they knew I came…Sometimes was wrong, they are too uptight, too tense."

"Are you saying that the elders know whatever it is that happen in Wa? And still they didn't bother to inform me? The High Priest of Etera?" Juthian was merely quiet; he knew that his Master could conclude for himself. "Hmm, interesting…"

While the High Priest's manner was calm, Juthian could felt his anger radiating from every core in his body, making it hard to breathe.

"Master?" He tried to lessen his master's fury, Rin's reign was only begun twelve years ago, for the long-life Majestic, and he was similar to a mere baby. Especially if the Elders age was ten times older than he was, they tended to underestimate him... forgetting that he was the High Priest, the Semi- God not them.

"Cease your anger, brat…" A cold voice was suddenly heard.

"Riki?" Juthian questioned, he heard the voice but couldn't see the person. "Where are you?"

"I am here…" A black haired man with honey colored skin appeared from inside the silver tree. His movement made Juthian startled, but his Master who had been busy to control his anger seemed unfazed with his arrival. The man took one of the chairs and sat lazily with one of his foot on the table. Juthian only gave disapproving glare at this behavior which was, of course, ignored by the tall man. When Juthian wanted to reprimand him, his Master silently forbade him, which made him more annoyed.

"You heard?" The High Priest demanded, ignoring poor Juthian.

"Hmm…" The black haired man stated unabashedly. "Maybe we should send someone to investigate, I suggest for Sergei, I don't know why but lately he seemed too lethargic for his own good, always spent his days drunk at the bar…"

"Again?" Quickly, the High Priest added. "No, not Sergei, he still traumatized with his latest mission…" he was thinking. "I wonder…"

But he never uttered his thoughts since Juthian's rarely loud voice interrupted their conversation. "MASTER!" He scolded angrily. "What…are…you…doing…? I bet you are the one who told Riki to put a 'dimension door' to this room…" He pointed at the direction where Riki came first, from inside the tree. It was a public secret that one of High Priest's Elle, namely Riki could make anything from animate being till non-animate material became a door, even a human. And amazingly, that door would then be connected to everywhere as the maker's wish.

"Er…"

"What are you thinking? Someone could infiltrate the palace from this door! Someone who is dangerous and powerful could kill you when you are sleep, when you are lazing around and when…" And he continued his own rant, though sadly, those two didn't even hear Juthian's speech for they were too focused in their own conversation.

"He was too worry-watt…" Riki added fondly, silently watching the boy's tirade about the National's security, High Priest idiocy and stupid Elle in general.

"Well, I guess, it is one of Ju's good points, actually."

Then Riki directed his eyes to his High Priest, ignoring Ju's ramble he asked softly so no one could hear. "Now, that he knew about this supposedly secret door… How do you plan to hide it from them, or more exactly how do you explain to them that you were already entering the fourth stages of Miwha…?" Riki's black eyes penetrate his mind, trying to read his mind.

The young priest only smiled mysteriously. "They don't need to know…"

Riki's left hand was running through his jet black hair. He asked again, patiently. "I told you before, didn't I? You are too young; the previous High Priest before you," He emphasized this word with a hard glare at his Master. "…were always more than a hundred when they enter the fourth stage. Your power is still not able to cope with the 'stage' requirement. It's not like you will die soon, after all…" he said those word uncaringly, though he felt afraid because until now, his 'brat' still didn't even talk the reason he entered the 'fourth stage'

"Entering the fourth stages too early, without knowledge who will be your …"

"Enough!" The High Priest ordered, his voice was gentle but irrevocable. "I could handle it; don't you believe me, Riki?" But his Guardian only inspected him sharply, still suspicious with his antics. The High Priest groaned pitifully, actually he knew his guardian's concern was relevant, but still he wouldn't lose only for this kind of test. At last, he joked, to soothing his Guardian's concern. "Well, I don't tell Kouryou, Cecile and Juthian because they will be too worried and started to mother me, which I don't prefer it, thank you very much."

Riki unforgiving face began to softer, and then he smiled. "You are hopeless, Rin." Riki had given him his bless, now he could handle Juthian, and Cecile's questions which he knew would be coming, soon… Kouryou was never opposed him directly, as long Rin ordered him not to but he wouldn't do that to the poor Kouryou…

But the atmosphere had become uptight again when Riki asked. "And what about the Sullen region?" He wasn't even ashamed with his eavesdropped action.

The High priest only gave a dismissive wave. "Don't worry." He added. "I will let Ju and Kouryou handle that, they are the best for this kind of work."

"You will send Kouryou?" Riki only smirked knowingly. "Now, I feel bad for those people."

"Nah, well, it is their own fault…"

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