A New Darkness

Disclaimer: Doctor:style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It appears she is suffering from
delusions of grandeur and believes she actually owns Harry and Draco!

style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Nurse: Poor girl! Little
does she know they are only fiction and actually owned by JKR.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’ll get the straightjacket.

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Chapter 12

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It was the Saturday before Halloween, and Raithos and Draco
were lounging in bed, taking their time waking up. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and they were planning on heading out
shortly before lunch with the rest of the seventh year Slytherins.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Raithos smiled as Draco wrapped his arms tightly around his
waist. “Come on love, time to get up.”

Draco groaned and hid his face in Raithos’ neck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I don’t want to. And you can’t make me. So
just be a good boyfriend and let me sleep.”

Raithos snorted at that.
“Be a good boyfriend and let you sleep?
Since when do I take orders from you ‘Co? If you recall, I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“Yes, yes, I know.
At least let me have some semblance of normal here though, I can’t quite
get used to the fact that you get to order people around.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Including me if you want to.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pretending makes it a bit easier to
swallow.”

“Draco, you should know by now that you are one of the only
people I don’t want to order around.
I quite like the sarcastic, arrogant bastard act.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You get all feisty.”

“Oh, well, glad I could be so amusing Raith,” Draco
sneered, although the fact that he was again hiding himself in Raithos’ neck
took quite a lot of bite out of his words.
“Aren’t you supposed to be letting me sleep here?”

“Well your highness, I would, but we have to get up.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I have a whole list of stuff I want to buy
in Hogsmeade today. You know, shouldn’t
you be the one trying to get my lazy arse out of bed?”

“Yes, I should be, and the fact that I’m not means its too
fucking early to get out of bed!” Draco yelled as he sat up.

“Well, now that you’re up, lets go,” Raithos said brightly,
making his way to the bathroom.

“Oh you dirty, rotten, sneaky, devious Dark Prince!”

“You know you love me,” came a call from the bathroom
through the sound of running water.

“That’s not the point,” Draco grumbled, following Raithos
into the shower.

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Do to their late start, the rest of the Slytherins decided
to go ahead and meet the two teens in Hogsmeade for lunch.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Draco and Raithos were to meet them at the
Three Broomsticks. At the moment they
were just strolling into the small village, trading sarcastic remarks and
slight insults just as often as kisses.

“Oh, looky here.
It’s the Dark Lord Jr. and his little lap dog. Where’s your army, Potter?
Bet you aren’t so high and mighty without them.”

Raithos and Draco turned around to find Ronald Weasley and
about ten other Gryffindors gathered behind him. Draco, completely infuriated by the lap dog comment, stalked
forward a few steps, wand now in hand.

“You are the most dim-witted imbecile on the face of the
earth, Weasel. Haven’t you learned your
lesson already? The Dark Prince doesn’t
need an army to wipe you out;
he can do it with a mere thought! And I
am no one’s lap dog. I believe style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>you have the market cornered on mangy little furballs,” Draco sneered.

“Leave him alone!”
Ginny Weasley cried, moving up to stand next to her older brother.

“I’d like to see
you try and make me.”

The group of
Gryffindors drew their wands and fired curses and hexes at the two
Slytherins. Raithos merely put up a
hand, palm facing outward, and whispered “Refuto.”

Seconds later all
the Gryffindors were lying on their backs, some knocked out, others frozen, and
one or two laughing uncontrollably from a repelled tickling curse.

“Oh come style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>on
Raith! What the fuck!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m not some damsel in distress you have to
fucking save! I’m quite capable of
taking care of myself,” Draco seethed, whirling around to face his boyfriend.

“Don’t I know it,
thanks to the sadistic teaching methods of you and Lucius.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I spent half my summer on my arse thanks to
the two of you. Quite having a hissy
fit, would you? I’m supposed to be all
dark and intimidating. Plus, I need
your help now. Grab Weasel and bring
him over, ok ‘Co?”

“…Fine, but you
haven’t heard the last of this,” Draco grumbled as he walked over to Ron.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He grabbed him by the back of his shirt and
hauled him over to face Raithos, pinning his arms behind his back with one
hand. “Finite Incantatem,” he
muttered, bracing himself for the inevitable struggle.

“Alright Weasel,
listen closely. I have put up with your
antics for quite long enough, don’t you think?
Stop struggling or I will curse you with something much worse than a style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>stupefy.”

Ron’s struggles
ceased as he realized he was in quite a bit of danger.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

“Good little
ferret. Now, I am through with your
childish games. The next Gryffindor,
Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw to cross my path will die. No more warnings, no more second chances, this is the real world
now. Run along and tell the
others. We wouldn’t want someone to die
just because youstyle='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> forgot to warn them, now would we?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It would be horrible for you to be
responsible for such a needless death,” Raithos finished.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> To his great pleasure, Ron looked like he
was about to pass out from fear.

With a final twist
of his arms, Draco let Ron go. The
red-head ran away, in the direction of Hogwarts, not even bothering to help out
his remaining housemates still lying in the road. Draco and Raithos laughed together as they turned and continued
on their way.

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