Misplaced Trust 2

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Chapter 17

Phoebus was in the Quidditich locker room. He was in the private showers getting changed. Starting his 2nd year he had accepted onto the Gryfindoor team. He had been thinking a lot about how his appearence was making things very difficult. He didnt want to get rid of his friend downstairs but he wanted to still have a feminine body like a girl. His mother had told him when he had informed her of his spot on the Gryfindoor team that he would recieve a special present of his chooseing for recieving top marks in his classes. Even Charms. He was thinking of asking for the magical surgery to give him breasts but he was still very leery of it. He shook his head and adjusted his pads over his body and walked out taking the Firebolt from his father. Hydra exited the Ravenclaw changing rooms, pausing dramatically in the bright sunlight.

The sound of cheers and girlish sighs wafted from the stands and he smirked. His eyes scanned the stands, finally landing on his mother and father. The smirk bloomed into a genuine smile and he gave a quick wave to his parents. Draco nodded back, a look of supressed excitement on his statuesque features. Hermione waved to her son as Mimi was sitting next to Riven holding his arm. Dahlia was also sitting with Teddy. Bella and Harry were also there with Rosemary waving to Phoebus who walked in. Hydra stalked to the center of the pitch, the remainder of the Ravenclaw team filing behind him. He may have only been on the team a short time, but the Ravenclaws were smart enough to promote talent when they saw it. He mounted his broom as Ron came out with the Quidditch chest. Phoebus walked to the center where the rest of the Gryfindoors followed suit. They didnt make him the leader but he felt it. Hydra hovered forward, toward Ron and the Gryffindor captain, holding his hand out as was customary. Phoebus shook his hand.

"Good Luck." Hydra nodded and Ron knelt to release the snitch, then the other playing balls.

He tossed the quaffle high in the air and blew his whistle. Hydra shot off like a bullet high above the pitch, looking intently for the snitch. It was the first time he and Phoebus were playing against each other competitively and he was determined to win. Phoebus looked around for the Snitch before flying off in the opposite direction as Hydra. The players below them are playing hard and fast. The Ravenclaws aren't ones to linger over a game if they can win it quickly, and the Gryffindors jump headlong into any competition. Overhead, though, Hydra and Phoebus circle, their eyes darting around restlessly, searching for the tiny glint of gold. Phoebus floats above the circles looking intently for a glint of gold. Suddenly he saw a glint of gold near the pillars closest to Hydra. He leaded foreward and flew towards the gold. Hydra's eyes flick to Phoebus when he starts to move before turning to see what he's looking at.

Quickly locating the snitch, he takes off after it, his momentary lapse putting the two of them side by side as the tiny golden ball zips away. Phoebus flies as fast as he could towards the flitting ball of gold. He lifted slightly getting onto the other side of Hydra as they rounded a corner. Hydra takes an abrupt turn as the snitch angles itself downward. He pushes his broom to it's limits, letting gravity add to his speed as he reaches out for the snitch. He can feel it's tiny wings flitting against his fingertips. Phoebus moves fast towards it as he reaches out as well. His hand was just under Hydras. Phoebus uses the last of the booster for his broom and latches onto the snitch. The squirming wings flutter against his hand. Hydra lurches forward, catching, not the snitch, but Phoebus' hand around the fluttering ball. "Fuck." he mutters to himself. Phoebus pulls them to a stop and moves close to him as he looked up at Hydra. There's a confused combination of cheers and boos from the crowd as they try to figure out just who caught the snitch. Hydra raises an eyebrow to Phoebus. Phoebus flips over his hand so the fluttering wings moved against Hydra's hand.

"We both caught it." For half a moment, Hydra's pride prickles, but then he smiles widely, twining his fingers with Phoebus' and raising their joined hands.

The crowd erupts into applause and yelling as the commentator calls a Gryffindor fictory with a tie between seekers. Phoebus smiles brightly tightening his hand around Hydra. He could just imagine the sight. A young girl holding the hand of Hydra Malfoy. Hydra felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach with that smile and he swallowed hard, looking away. Reminding himself of who and what Phoebus was, he withdrew his hand and led his friend to the ground where the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw house members had crowded the pitch. Phoebus hugged his team mates as he smiled brightly.

"Yay!" Hydra was shuffled away from Phoebus as his teemmates bemoaned the Gryffindor victory while congratulating him on keeping it from being a complete one.

As they led him away, yelling about a party in the common room and delegating some of the older classmen to nicking food from the kitchens, Hydra glanced back at Phoebus, frowning at his odd reaction to the feminine boy. Phoebus giggles and hugs Rosemary tight.

"We did it!" Rosemary smiles.

"You did it Phoebe!" Later that night, inundated with copious amounts of contraband firewhiskey, Hydra decides to leave the party and find his friend.

Phoebus was always the one he talked to when he didn't understand something and these odd feelings were something he certainly didn't understand. He wandered the corridors for almost an hour before finally finding the famous portrait of the fat lady. She offered him a curious smile and waited for the password.

"Would it be terribly rude of me to knock on your frame?" He asked, his words only slightly slurred despite the amount of alcohol in his system.

"Of course not, dearie. You go right ahead, I'm sure someone will come out to see you." she replied, so he stood forward and rapped several times on the carven wood frame.

The portriat opened showing Rosemary standing there in a pair of short shorts and tank top.

"Hey Hydra... come on in your probably looking for Phoebe right?" Hydra nodded, carefully climbing in.

He suspected Rosemary wouldn't approve of him drinking. Rosemary stepped back letting him in as Phoebus stood up.

"Hey..." Hydra blinked at him slowly.

"Can...I talk to you?" he asked, pronouncing his words carefully.

Phoebus smiles and nods leading him to their private rooms. Once behind a locked door, Hydra flops down on Phoebus' bed. He thinks for a few minutes before speaking.

"Do you....Hey, do you like anyone?" He asked, putting mroe emphasis on the word "like" than was strickly necessary.

Phoebus looks at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Why do you ask?" Hydra blushes and looks away, mumbling.

"I...I might like someone. I'm not sure." Phoebus felt his stomach fall at that.

But Hydra could like whom ever he liked. There wasnt any reason why he HAD to marry him or Rosie.

"I like someone too..." Hydra sat up abruptly, his eyes burning into Phoebus'.

"How did you know? I mean..." he paused to gather his thoughts.

"When I look at them...my stomach feels weird and when our eyes meet...When they smile...I completely forget what I was talking about...I get all red and act like a total girl!" he states, obviously unsure of himself.

"Is that what it's supposed to feel like?" Phoebus giggles.

"Ya... what i feel is when i see them... my heart flutters and my stomach twists into a knot and they smell so good..." he sighed softly. "Hydra... i need to ask you something important." Hydra shook his head, trying to clear it.

His head hurt. He'd come here for advice, but hearing that Phoebus felt the same about someone else had only angered him. He stood and pushed Phoebus against the door, glaring into his eyes.

"Who is it? Is it a boy? Who?!" he growled, his eyes sparking dangerously.

Phoebus gasped and looked up at him in shock. Hydra had never pushed him even when he dressed as a boy.

"Hydra... your scarying me..."

"Has he ever kissed you?" he asked, pressing closer until they were touching from collarbone to knee. "Was he as good as this?" he asked before sliding his lips over Phoebus' in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Phoebus gasps and blushes softly. This is not what he expected. But god did Hydra taste so good. He gently brushed his lips to Hydra's. All at once, Hydra seemed to realize what he'd done. He jerked back, wide eyes on Phoebus' face. "God, I....I'm sorry Phoebus!" he cried, thinking he'd forced himself on his friend.

With a wounded cry, he pushed Phoebus away from the door and fled, hating himself and vowing never to drink again. Phoebus blinks as he bit his lip hoping no one heard his real name. He slowly walks down the stairs. It was several weeks before Hydra felt confident enough to speak to Phoebus again. He apologized profusely and bought his friend a gold and ruby necklace of the finest quality. They agreed not to mention it to anyone else and seemed content to pretend it never happend. But Hydra never forgot. Phoebus bit his lip before pulling Hydra into a private classroom.

"Hydra i need to ask you something very personal." Hydra swallowed the stomach-dropping sensation he was so used to when Phoebus was around, giving his friend a curious look.

"What's with all the secrecy? You taking over Britain?" Phoebus rolls his eyes.

"No but... i want to know what you think about magical plastic surgery." Hydra frowned.

"What, like nose-jobs? I'm part of the Wizarding Nobility, Phoebe. Nose-jobs are almost as common as illegitimate children. Which is to say..very." Phoebus shakes his head.

"I mean... i was... thinking about getting breast implants." Hydra paused to think about that, pulling away to look over Phoebus' body.

"It'd look good, and add credibility to the whole 'I'm a girl' thing, but do you really want to do that? Can it be reversed?" Phoebus bit his lip.

"If i wanted to get rid of them it would be at least two procedures to fix it and i dont think it would be the same... i want to keep the lower part... i just want to feel like im at least partly a women." Hydra bit his lip.

"How about you give me a while to do some research, okay? I don't want you jumping into something that might be dangerous or have repercussions you haven't thought of." he stated.

It was a common occurance for Phoebus to come up with an idea (usually a prank they could pull on Kaleb, who gave as good as he got) and for Hydra to research all the ways it could go wrong and fix them. Phoebus nods and walks over hugging him gently.

"Thanks Hydra."

"Hey." Hydra said, his heart beating painfully in his chest. "That's what I'm here for, right?" Phoebus smiles and lets go.

"Come on..." Hydra follows obediently, his thoughts whirling around the feeling of Phoebus' arms around him.


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