The Lord of The Fae

For a while things in the castle seemed to sink into a routine of sorts. For the past two weeks there had been very little upstart, it was actually rather dull. Every morning the youth would get up and being forced by Hizen would break their fast together. In a tension filled silence only broken by the clatter of plates and the tinkling of sliver ware. The adults would also eat together, those who where still residing at the castle in-between missions and duties that carried them elsewhere. They talked in whispers and more often then not tossed glances at the table full of younger order members.

Seamus and Dean found it uncomfortable to eat with Harry and the others. Harry was not talking to Ron and tried vainly to talk to Draco which only led to problems. Hermione didn’t seem too happy with Ron and refused to talk to anyone. She sat in stony silence as if weary of the entire ordeal. They would have gone over to sit with the older members but it was just as uncomfortable there.

Black was trying his hardest to get Snape to talk to him; the tension mounting between those two was too much for so early in the morning. Snape treated Black like the lowest being possible, but grew alarmingly angry when Black and Lupin where together. It confounded Seamus who was beginning to suspect that Black and Lupin had history together. No one seemed to know what they wanted anymore. He and Dean had grown tired of icy stares and snippy comments and had moved to a table for themselves.

This was much better really, just the two of them. Dean had come up with the idea that this was the table for people who where not resisting sexual tension and their collective fates. Everybody else could glare and cuss at each other but he and Seamus knew exactly what they wanted from their lives. Everybody else could join when they where ready. He and Dean had been together forever it seemed. They where so alike yet so different, and their relationship had gone from friend to more after Ginny Weasley had dumped him for Harry in their sixth year.

Seamus had always been in love with Dean it had taken dean longer to realize it but as soon as he had they had both been extremely content. Now if only everyone else could get their acts together.

“Hey Sea, Livingsten just sent me an owl this morning. I’m being sent out.” Dean announced breaking Seamus from his thoughts. His sandy head turned to stare at his darker lover. His slight smile turned to a slight pout. Being a part of the order never got any easier. He and Dean rarely saw each other these days. This was the first time in a month they had been in the same place at the same time.

“Where to this time?” He asked dejectedly. With his luck it would be some place as far as Alaska. Dean gave him a comforting smile and placed one graceful ebony hand over Seamus’s paler one.

“Back to Chicago actually. My cover worked I’m meeting with Taylor’s crew.” At this announcement, Seamus felt himself pale. For the past two years, Seamus had been pretending to be a young American muggel born wizard. He’d been frequenting Chicago’s streets trying to infiltrate that branch of death eaters. The leader of the Chicago branch was a man by the name of Ja-don Taylor. He’d been wary of Dean but it appeared as if he was finally sure enough of Dean or “Dan Thomas”, to invite him into the inner circle. Or he could have found out who Dan really was and it could be a trap. That was always a possibility with their covers.

“Dean, are you sure did Kingsley do a back check. Has anyone been asking about you?” Seamus stammered, he didn’t know what he would do if something happened to Dean.

Dean rubbed soothingly at Seamus hand. As he replied, “well yes, but Sea that’s to be expected. Voldemort wouldn’t trust Taylor to run things if he wasn’t careful of who he invited into his circle. This is what we’ve worked for, we’ll have an inside man in the Chicago branch. Neville is still in Scotland with Mikhail and their getting closer to being initiated everyday. And you just got back from Dublin didn’t you and Mcfarly seems to have no suspicions about your cover. This is all routine, nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah but Dean, I have two other members near by to bail me out if something goes wrong. Your alone” Seamus reasoned, he knew it was routine and chances where that nothing would go wrong but he couldn’t help but worry. Dean leaned towards Seamus and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck making Seamus shiver. “I’m being serious Dean have Kingsly run some more checks get some backup or something.”

Dean smiled against Seamus’s skin and gave it a soft nip, “I can’t help it your cute when you get all maternal on me” he murmured.

Seamus blushed and shoved at Dean, “You think I act like your mother! That’s it get off me!” Dean chuckled and let his eyes slide over the sandy haired youth’s body.

“Oh I hardly look at you like a mother Seamus. If I did half the things I do with you with my mum you’d have to lock me up” he teased waggling black eyebrows. Seamus flushed as he was reminded of last nights interesting activates. He hated the partings, he hated waking up oceans away from Dean in a cold and empty bed.

“I’m leaving in a week we have time, let’s make the most of it” Dean suggested, and Seamus agreed. He glanced over at the other table and sighed.

“I expected this to go a lot better ye ken? I wish things were like they where before when we roomed together and everyone was happy. I dinnea mind the new developments so much. It’s just that everyone is nae happy as they should be” Seamus sighed, his Irish brogue deepening unconsciously. Dean reached up to play with his lover’s hair and Seamus leaned into his touch.

“Well I never practically liked Malfoy he was rather high handed, but I always kind of new they wanted each other.” Dean said wrapping one silky lock of Seamus’s hair around his finger. The contrast in coloring was striking and never failed to enthrall him.

“Tell me about it, when those tae where in the same room, it was like sexual tension was being passed out! Now it’s just gotten worse. If they would both climb off their high horses they would be a lot happier.” Seamus agreed sliding closer to Dean so that he could lean into the other boy’s chest.

“Yeah and if Ron could pull out whatever stick he stuck up his arse he might be a little happier and Hermione might perk up a bit” Dean agreed, Seamus nodded and pointed absently towards the adults.

“Black should just tie Snape up and shag his brains out already. Talking is not doing any good Snape thinks talk is cheep. He needs action” he said. Dean nodded in agreement then a wicked grin spread on his lips and he lent down till his lips just brushed Seamus’s ear.

“Don’t we all, what’s it been now Sea?” Dean teased letting a hand wander to the open collar of Seamus shirt. Seamus smiled and swatted his hand away.

“Down boy, it’s only been a couple hours, and we have training in a half.” He rebuked playfully. Too bad that was, he wouldn’t have minded a quick and sweaty tumble. Slow and sweet like last night was always good, but there was something so exhilarating about speed and hasty satisfaction. Harry had to be an idiot to actually want to miss out on what life was offering him.

“I can be quick can you?”

Yes he could, he grabbed his lovers hand and tugged him to standing.
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After an unsatisfying breakfast the youth of the castle did what they always did. They separated to different parts of the castle for private lessons. Hermione went of with Niaki the only female wizard from Naru’s council. What she learned there was secrete and was supposed to remain that way. Not that anyone was in a chummy enough mood to actually ask.

Ron always went with Shojo, Harry went with Hizen and Draco if the mood struck him went with a willowy wizard by the name of Tinahi. Seamus and Dean and any other young members of the order residing at the castle had a debriefing lesson on D.A.D.A. so that their skills remained intact.

Two weeks of listening to Hizen tell him the same things, being visited by the dragon (whom he had learned was called Slyfer and was Draco’s pet) who also insisted on telling him the same things, was beginning to fry Harry’s nerves.

How was he supposed to get to know Malfoy if he wasn’t allowed near him, except at meals. Harry had tried to talk to Malfoy in his rooms once and one of the council members had appeared from no where to bar the door way. He had apologized and said that until his Miraza` told him differently Draco was not to be alone with him. Whatever the hell that meant; it was just one of the things slowly driving Harry insane.

Hizen had not ordered another practice between he and Draco, saying he wanted Harry to use his magic on his own without Draco’s aide. It galled the hell out of him that he couldn’t seem to be able to. When Hizen had actually appeared amused by Harry’s frustrations he had stormed away. He’d had enough failure for one day.

His friends where no help, he wasn’t talking to Ron who wasn’t talking to Hermione either and none of them where talking to Draco. Seamus and Dean had stopped trying to talk to any of them. Sirius was either so busy trying to break past Snape’s animosity towards him or he was too distracted thinking about it to be of much company at all.

Harry would have been disgusted; part of him was except that would be overly hypocritical. For the past two weeks his dreams had been filed with fire, sweat, blood and sex. He always woke up ready to burst, with the insane urge to strip, walk across the hall and demand that Malfoy finish what he had started. He had obviously lost his mind. For the first time since Ginny’s death he actually contemplated finding a girl and releasing this animal urge that seemed to have overtaken him.

Why didn’t he? Why didn’t he go into the nearest village find a willing girl and screw himself into oblivion. Get rid of this new found itch of his. He groaned, because he didn’t want any random girl, in fact girl was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. He should be practicing calming his mind and calling forth his fae magic but the only thing on his mind was blonde hair and blue eyes so filled with magic they called to him.

He liked girls, he’d never been attracted to another male in his life. His first real love had been his only love, her death nearly destroyed him. So why did one glance from Draco turn him into flame. Was he a whore as Ron had labeled him? So desperate for love and attention it didn’t matter who gave it to him? Or was it Malfoy who was right, Had he fooled himself into believing that he loved Ginny?

Was it possible that he had been desperate for love? He’d had so little of it in his life that when it came his way he tended to latch onto it. Ginny had been like a sister to him, but he’d always known she’d had a crush on him. In a way even though he had thought himself to be in love with Cho Chang at the time, it had been gratifying. He had secretly enjoyed the fact that a woman might love him, Ginny was proof that if he ever wanted it he could reach out and find solace and love.

It wasn’t until Ginny started dating other men that things had changed. He and Ron had been shocked at how many boyfriends she went through, Ron even wondering what had happened, she’d always been in love with Harry. And suddenly his security was gone, No longer could he depend on her always being there. He’d been jealous and angry at any other man who came near her. Even Dean one of his best friends had not escaped that anger unscathed. He’d wanted to tear the boy apart for even touching her. It had revealed a possessive and ugly part of himself that he hadn’t practically liked.

Didn’t that prove that he loved her? Didn’t those feelings speak of a man realizing that the woman he loved was slipping through his fingers? Or could it mean that Harry was afraid of loosing a sort of security net, if Ginny left moved on then where would that leave him? As long as she was always waiting he could search in comfort, but if she no longer did then he might very well end up alone.

When they had ended up together he’d been happy hadn’t he? Ginny was beautiful and any shyness on her part had quickly been gotten over. She was bold and he’d liked that about her, their first night together had been his first as well. It had been like magic to him.

So you liked kissing her, sex is great but it doesn’t mean you’re in love, his mind whispered doubts battling with itself.You sure as hell enjoyed kissing Malfoy, you came like a faucet! Does that mean you’re in love with him?

He shook his head trying to clear it. He was tired of arguing with himself. Malfoy was a malevolent bastard and anything he said he should take with a grain of salt. He’d loved Ginny and would probably never love again. He frowned, probably! Last week it had been assuredly. Now he was down to probably. Maybe Ron was right and he’d turned into some kind of whore.

“Did you think Weasels little guard would protect you from the big bad rapist if he really wanted you Harry?”

Harry had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t heard Draco approach. He toward over Harry who sat cross legged beneath a tree in the garden. He was supposed to be clearing a mind that was anything but clear. The sunlight was to Draco’s back highlighting his features and at the same time casting him in shadow. Harry fought back a shudder, suddenly reliving every moment of his dream last night.

“Ron? They said some Miraza` fellow set them there. And anyhow I never said you tried to rape me that was Ron’s misconception.” Harry retorted scrambling to his feet, he wasn’t comfortable being bellow Draco.

A look of surprise crossed briefly on Draco’s face as he asked, “you mean that’s why your little order hasn’t hexed me to the next country? You actually admitted that my kissing you was the best kiss you’ve ever gotten?”

Harry could feel his face flushing, this was part of the reason he could never stand being around Malfoy for long. “Not in so many words, I simply said that it wasn’t rape. And your humility ever astounds me Draco it was hardly the best kiss I’ve ever gotten.”

Liar.

The word hung in the air between them, and Malfoy’s plush lips spread into that smirk Harry always wanted to knock off his face. Except this time as he stared at his lips, knocking was the farthest thing from his mind. They were red those lips, not from makeup more like Draco had been sucking on a cherry Popsicle recently or been eating something else red.

Suddenly Harry was reminded of his dream last night, the dream where Draco’s fangs had lengthened and he had sunk them into the hallow between his neck and shoulder. He felt a tremor go through his body as he tore his eyes away. They met Draco’s they had gone from blue to electric instantly a familiar heat invading them.

“Since when do you call me Draco instead of Malfoy?” He asked, his voice had deepened slightly a husky note in it. Harry swallowed, shifting in place. Why did things always have to get so hot when Draco got near him? It was becoming hard to think, and he could feel his skin begin to tingel and a slight burn.

“Since I decided I wanted to know you. Don’t you think it would benefit us both if we got to know one another? As long as were working together?” Harry waited for Draco’s reaction. Would he fling his offer in his face, much as Harry had done in their youth. It would be just vengeance indeed. He almost expected it.

He did not expect Malfoy to smile, those eyes of his dancing with heat and magic. He didn’t expect him to take a step closer and for the heat surrounding them to up a notch. If Draco didn’t… do something other then smile at him Harry was going to snap.

“Oh I fully intend to know you, I’ve tried avoiding you for two weeks but Its pointless. I want to know you too.”

They where no longer talking about calling a temporary truce, Harry could tell. But as long as he didn’t question it he didn’t have to acknowledge it. He shivered unconsciously leaning forward his body seeking Draco's heat. Draco smiled and slid closer in a graceful motion of robes.

"knowing is that what you want?" this time when Draco's voice sounded in his head there was no pain. It was almost like a mental caress. As if some one had brushed a hand softly down his skin, smoothing away wrinkles in a sensuous touch.

"Yes" he answered in return stepping closer. His eyes wanted to drift shut, his body was humming he could smell Draco. Some sort of spice and the musky scent of pure masculinity. His teeth tingled and he felt them lengthen in his mouth. Suddenly all thought was gone, pure animal instinct was driving him on. He wanted to taste the man in front of him and it was all he could think of.

" Aren't you afraid Potter?"

"Harry, my name is Harry."

"You should be afraid of me Harry, of what your friends will think, of what the world will think of its little hero aren't you afraid of that?"

"Don't you want to know me Draco?" Harry asked, Draco watched as his eyes glowed fluorescent green glowing with an earthy density. Harry was pressing up against him. Draco knew that this wasn't Harry, When he had first started fully transforming his sex drive had gone into overdrive. Harry was going through something similar to mating heat and would regret what he was doing later.

"Looking at you drives me crazy. Your always in my mind and I cant get you out."

At Harry's whisper, Draco felt his body shudder. Did he really care, shouldn't he just take what Harry was offering. Harry's mouth was trailing kisses down the column of his throat, a low growl escaped him as he pressed closer to him. He jerked at the feel of Harry's tongue on the skin of his throat, Harry let out a sound like a purr.

"You taste so good", Draco shuddered as he felt Harry's teeth nip his throat. He felt a trickle of blood slide down his skin and threw all reason to the wind when he felt Harry lick up the trail of blood with his tongue. At the raven haired boys moan Draco let out a groan and jerked Harry to him. Their lips met in a frenzy of passion.

Harry didn't know whether he was drowning or he was burning. It felt like both to him, he was drowning in a flood of desire and burning in a haze of fiery passion. The slide of Draco's tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth was sending him into a fever pitch. There was a burning relentless aech in his groin and with a keening moan he ground himself into Draco's hardness. His hands dove into Draco's blond locks as the blonde's mouth moved down his neck in scathing bites. His knees bent in wards as Draco thrust a knee between his legs grinding it against his erection.

Draco loved the way Harry's eyes flashed a brilliant green when sensation overwhelmed him. How brilliant would those eyes go when he was pounding inside of him. He relished each gasp and moan coming from Harry's mouth, he wanted to hear him scream his name as he came. He grabbed both Harry's hands and clasped them in an iron grip. He pushed the boy back up against the tree, and pined his arms above him. Harry whimpered squirming against him, frantically rubbing his body back and forth.

"Please...please Just..." Harry panted thrusting forward groaning at the contact between their two groins. Draco was going to make Harry go up in flames. How many years had he wanted this, he realized it with sudden clarity. This tension had always been between them, neither of them had been willing to accept it. Harry still wasn't but He was going to fix that. He was going to drive so much pleasure into Harry that he would come just thinking about it. With a jerk he tore Harry's shirt open the buttons popping free and flying unseen into the grass. He tossed the shirt aside, and marveled at the feast before his eyes.

"You have a beautiful body Harry. To think I could have been enjoying this for years." He said on a murmur. He slid his tongue along Harry's pecs, sliding it just to the tip of one perfect dusky nipple. Harry shivered rocking his body back and forth seeking release. He let out a shout as Draco's mouth covered it, sucking it deeply into the cavern of his mouth. It was hot and moist and more sensation then Harry could take. When Draco made to draw away Harry growled and jerked his head back.

Draco smiled into the skin of Harry's chest, and bit down lightly. Harry yelped, and Draco eased his tongue over the bite to sooth it. Harry's hands where rubbing erotically up and down his back seeking inside his shirt, jerking it so hard the buttons popped and one flew into Draco's eye. Her jerked backwards with a cuss, and Harry chuckled. The sound was low and husky, looking at him pushed up against the tree in lazy sensuality Draco prayed to every deity he could think of that no one would walk into the garden and interrupt them.

He sank down to his knees, so that his face was level to Harry's stomach. It was smooth and slightly tanned, muscle rippled there as his breath came in sharp pants. He blew on the skin and watch it contract Harry bucked bringing that interesting bulge in his pants brushing against Draco's lips. His teeth lengthen into fangs, his body demanding he taste it. Instead he flicked the skin of Harry's flat stomach with his tongue, and watched with satisfaction as his muscles clenched and again he thrust forward. His erection smacked against Draco's mouth and he let out a moan. He really wanted to free that insisting bulge from its tight confines and slide his tongue down its length.

"Please... Draco...Please" Harry begged thrusting forward again as Draco's tongue bathed his belly. His blood was running so hot in his veins it hurt to breath. He pressed his face into Harry's navel kissing, and biting enjoying each moan and thrust against him.

"say your mine" Draco demanded, he brushed a finger across Harry's erection and he let out an earthy groan of pleasure. He urged his erection seeking against Draco's hand mindless with need, eyes glowing bright green.

"...Yours...Just..." at this panted admission Draco felt the dragon in him rear back its head and roar in delight! With his teeth he grabbed the buttons holding Harry's pants shut and jerked.

Harry shuddered, he felt like a pure ball of flame, it was building in his skin and he knew in a moment he would burst into flame and burn into nothing. He was on the edge of a cliff and instinctively he knew that if he fell he would never get back up. He would loose himself if he fell into those depths. He felt cool air brush across his legs as his pants slid down his legs. He had already come twice and his legs were tight, but he was still harder then rock. He could feel Draco's teeth tugging at his boxers ripping and tearing in his haste.

Mindless with need gasping he lunged forward bucking against Draco's mouth as his erection sprang free, revealing in the blonds look of rampant desire. His body was shaking like a leaf thrumming, and its inner heat escalating out of his control. That low elemental song was in the air again. Driving them forward sending Harry's body into a pulsing frenzy. He slammed backwards into the tree at the feel of Draco's lips closing over the head of his cock.

Light burst behind his eyes and his head searing with pain but it was nothing compared to the feel of those lips drawing on his cock. He came again in a jetting stream of ejaculation Malfoy sputter and gasped trying to swallow as much as he could. The moment he went soft he was growing hard again, the scrape of those teeth against his sensitive skin was sending blood rushing to his groin. He thrust forward with a shout of pure pleasure and jerked backward again slamming his head against the tree again. His body tightened straining, he thrust frantically back and forth rough cries tearing from his throat. It felt so good.

Then he was burning.

The fire lanced across his skin, burning him white hot pleasure engulfed him and the sensation was to much he jerked backward unable to handle its intensity. He fell to the ground and withered on it his body engulfed in flames, it leaked into his skin dove into his mind grabbing hold of every cell in his body and pumping it full of white hot erotic pleasure. He thrashed back and forth lungs going raw with the force of his screams.

Draco stared in absolute terror as Harry thrashed on the ground in front of him. It was happening again. Harry was burning and soon his body would go up in smoke and he would be nothing but a burnt husk. He felt something inside him tear and his heart felt as if it was going to pound out of his body.

"Oh my god. Harry I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too, I thought..." He chocked back a wailing cry of pain as Harry reared forward screaming his name. Alex had died with Draco's name on his lips like a curse. Harry was dieing, he had just found him and he was dieing.

Then something unexpected happened, on the edge of the bright flames a green fluorescent glow appeared. It brightened and whithered along with the fire, it appeared to be combating it. Draco stared in shock as it engulfed it completely and Harry screamed again. It sounded like joy, pure uninhibited sexual joy rang out in his cry. The fire snuffed out and he lay unconscious and unmarked, not even a burn on his body. In fact he looked better for the experience, his skin faintly glowing his hair looked almost silken in the sunlight.

He sat there trembling with shock. Harry hadn't been dying then, he'd been screaming from pleasure ? His body shook with tremors. That had scared the shit out of him his heart was still pounding. He turned at the sound of a strangled gasp. Seamus and Sirius where standing in the entrance of the garden their faces flushed and looks of embarrassed amazement on their faces.

"Wow Malfoy...about time." Seamus remarked he sounded rather breathless. He fanned at his face as if the sun had grown to hot. there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Sirius looked just as heated and uncomfortable.

"Seamus and I are early but a bunch of people are headed this way you might want too...well yeah." He fumbled lamely. Draco nodded in a slight daze. Seamus glanced at Draco's torn shirt and the bare chest peaking through and flushed.

"I'll head them off. Then I'm going to find Dean." With a slight tremor of excitement he dissaperd back through the entryway. Sirius stared at the limp body of his godson and shuddered. He'd never seen a more... heated mating. Not that he made a habit of watching young men have sex, but if he'd known it was anything like that he just might have.

"I'd hurry up and get him to his room before someone comes. I don't think Ron would appreciate the way you two look right now" he said gesturing to the torn clothing and the way Draco was leaning over Harry's unconscious form. And then he turned, their very act had seemed to enter the very air around them. Driving heat and need into his own body. For a moment there even young Seamus had looked delectable. He was glad Harry wasn't strong enough yet to handle a full mating of Snape and Dean might have some things to complain about.

"wait where are you going?" Draco asked his retreating back.

His body was thrumming it was alive and sensitized his canine teeth tingled, if he had a tail it would have been wagging. "To find Severus" Was his gruff reply.
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Ron was in a better mood then he'd been in ages, his morning lessons with Shojo had gone better then he could ever have hoped. He'd never been brilliant in potions, or charms but with all this new knowledge and power stored in his head it was becoming easier and easier alarmingly fast. The morning after his talk with Hermione two weeks ago he had dived into his quest for reviving life. Shojo of course was required to help him sort through his new found knowledge and practice.

All week he had been trying to rejuvenate a dead grasshopper. The complex spell required many complex ingredients and enchantments. The spell itself took about a week to prepare, his first attempt last week the grasshopper had exploded in his face and a knife like pain had shot through his body tearing at him. He had crumpled to the ground and lay there riding out the waves of pain.

"This is not a spell that you can afford to make mistakes on young master" Shojo had warned."Grasshopper is small being with small bit of life. Yet your pain is great when you fail. Should you fail on bringing back larger spirit it would kill you."

He had gotten it right on his second try, their was now a brilliant green lively grasshopper in a jar in Shojo's rooms. Shojo had promised that they would try a larger life form next. He'd also warned him that the Miraza` only brought back a being if absolutely necessary the spell cost its caster allot of energy. And it was temporary.

"you are bending death, allowing the grasshoppers spirit to return from the land of the dead for a brief moment of time. But death will not be held for long at bay and its spirit will eventually return and take with it much of your energy and some of your own life. Because grasshopper is so small only seconds are taken away but a larger life form such as dog or cat will take away years. A human depending on how long you keep them from their proper state may destroy you."

He knew Shojo was warning him but he paid it little heed. He spent his night searching through the past kings memories studying on this particular spell with almost obsessive fervor. The more he looked the more he became sure that their was a way to make it permanent. He could bring Ginny, Fred and George back and keep them in the land of the living. If it cost him energy and years of life so be it, with his new longevity what did a few years matter?

He was practically dancing with joy when he rounded a corner and found Dean pressing Seamus into the corner. Seamus looked like he was trying to crawl inside Dean, and damn him if he'd ever heard anything so animal like coming from Seamus mouth. He stood there gaping at the two of them. He knew that he and Seamus had become involved, true he had been the last to figure it out but that was partly because they usually kept their private lives to themselves. They where friendly and flirtaous in public but not enough to draw attention, at least never his.

Even Dean looked a little shocked at the way Seamus was tearing at him. Not that the darker boy was complaining. Ron flushed red and cleared his throat. Dean turned his head only to have Seamus yank it back. Then they both where ignoring him. If they where going to do it right their in the corridor then he had best leave them to it. He'd heard Dean was leaving, maybe this was Seamus saying goodbye. Damn that was some farewell.

He turned and walked in the other direction, shaking his head. His eyes narrowed as he was nearing Harry's room. The door opened and Malfoy slipped out shutting the door quietly behind him. Malfoy's shirt was torn all its buttons missing its tails hanging loose his hair looking windswept. His lips looked rather bruised as if he'd just gone through a forceful bout of kissing. Ron felt rage simmer in his belly.

He growled low in his throat and flicked a finger concentrating on the power in his body.

Draco felt something slam into him and he cried out falling to his knees on cold stone. Pain racked his back and he whipped around trying to clutch at whatever had speared him. There was nothing, but the burning sensation in his flesh told him he hadn't imagined it. Then he spotted Weasley standing not to far away his eyes glowing bright amber.

"Well hello Malfoy. What where you doing in Harry's room?" he asked in a voice steely with suppressed rage. Draco was seriously tiring of Weasleys temper and his interfering. The moron needed to pull his head out of his arse and take a deep sniff of reality.

"Its really none of your business Weasel what Harry and I do together." he retorted climbing to his feet brushing off the scuff of dirt on his pants. Weasley's eyes flashed with rage and he clenched his fists.

"Harry is my business. He's healing from his grief and you and your sick little games are messing with him. I won't allow you to fuck with my friends Malfoy!" He spat his name like a curse, as if he couldn't bear its taste on his tongue. Draco had really had enough, Weasley needed a good beating!

" My sick little games! You think I can't smell the death magic surrounding you? The ingredients you fish for in the garden. You up to your ears in dangerous spell work and I'm the one who's sick?"

They stood facing off glaring at one another. Malfoy was doing something depraved to Harry, Ron was sure of it. Why else would Harry actually enjoy Malfoy's touch? He would not stand by and let that monster mess with Harry anymore then he'd already been messed with. The sooner Ginny was back the sooner Harry would come back to his senses. No amount of spell work could beat true love right? Then Ron could find a way to unlock Harry's powers without Draco. It seemed to be connected with rage he only transformed when in an extreme state of anger. If he could discover how it was done and Draco was no longer needed then he'd have him executed.

No one would object to his word, he was king after all. Besides Malfoy was a death eater and a traitor, who would even care. Snape might but seeing as he'd be joining Draco soon enough his complaints would hardly be taken into account.

Something was wrong with Weasley, there was something dark moving around in his soul and Draco could smell the taint of something familiar on him. It was light, just barely reaching his nostrils. He flicked out his tongue and scented the air. He recoiled stepping backwards in shock. He recognized that scent, in all his years he would never forget it. Voldemort. Weasley was tainted with it.

"I'm going to enjoy watching your face when I kill you Malfoy. And Harry's going to thank me, I might even let you live long enough to let you watch their reunion. You can even be in the wedding if you like, maybe for the reception we'll hang you. Always a joy the thought of you swinging from a rope. Think on that the next time you mess with Harry." Ron warned icily. He flicked his hand and swept away. Draco felt burning pain in his back as once again something slammed into it.