Summons

Chapter two: The Beginning of a Long Day

The two remained motionless, Harry and Neville staring worriedly at the door's acquaintance, the other boy staring in shock at them. He walked into the room, quickly shut the door behind him.

Harry jumped from the bed in a haste. "Seamus, it's not-"

The Irish boy put up a hand, turned his eyes to his lover. "Nev, if you wanted a threesome, you could have invited me," he said in a slightly hurt voice. "Or if the swinger thing is more your vibe... I can work with that."

Harry's expression vaguely resembled a fish. A fierce blush made itself known upon his features.

Before he could respond, a wide-eyed Neville spoke. "It's not like that, Seam," he stated, rising to a sitting position.

Seamus pouted slightly. "Pooey."

"You see," Neville continued, ignoring his lover's comment, "Harry was helping me with DADA. Ever since Professor Steinburg gave us those new spells I've been having trouble." He rose, fell back onto the bed. "Ow!"

The Savior chuckled. "I told you so."

"Shut up," the other brunette grunted, throwing a pillow at the head of the green-eyed boy. "OW!!!"

Seamus patted his lover's shoulder gently, bestowing a kiss to his cheek. "You rest, baby; I'll bring you back something to eat.

Nev smiled, nodding. "Thanks, guys."

* * *

"DRACO!" came the muffled yell beyond the heavy door. Blaise banged on the wood, trying to get a response from the blonde without progress. "Open the damn door!"

Draco continued to dry himself. Zabini knew better than to disturb him, knew his routine. One hour to shower, ten to dress, and another to twenty to style his hair when he so desired it to be gelled. He was done by 7:00, down to the Great Hall anywhere from 7:10, no later than 7:20. Very strict on his routine.

"Draconis Lucius Malfoy! It is 7:12, you are two minutes over your limit, and I would like to relieve myself...NOW!"

Draco swung the door open, glaring at his best friend. "Call me by my full name again, Blaise Alexander Zabini, I'll hex you so bad you'll never be able to fuck, let alone walk again."

He stepped back, allowing the brunette admittance into the bathroom. Blaise hurriedly entered, closing the door. He sat on the sink, watching the paler boy go about his business.

"I thought you had a problem to take care of Blaise," the blonde growled, buttoning his shirt.

Zabini shook his head. "Nope...I just said that so you'd open the door," he answered, twirling his wand in his fingers. "So what happened to your sheets?"

Draco ran a hand through his platinum locks. "I cast 'Incedento' in my sleep."

"Again?!" Blaise questioned. "Draco, that's the third time this week! Maybe you should go talk to Snape," he suggested.

Draco glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, continued to slick his hair into place, gave a small shrug. : What am I going to tell him?: he thought. : Oh, Professor...I've been having these really strange dreams. In them I am being fully aroused by a voice, hands, and amongst other things, another male body. Things get kind of weird, noises fly out of nowhere, and then it just stops. Suddenly, I find myself staring into deep eyes that beg for my release, and I have no choice but to surrender. Oh, and before I forget, it was Harry Bloody Fucking Potter that was pleasing me.: Oh yeah, that would go over smoothly.

Blaise glanced at him with a tinge of worry. "You didn't really cast that spell in your sleep; did you?" he questioned with precaution.

Draco sighed. The brunette knew him well enough to read his emotions, his stance. Damn him being in Slytherin.

He refused to answer, but then again, he didn't have to. "So what happened?"

"Let's just leave it at I had a very, very disturbing dream."

"Oh, God," Blaise exasperated, putting his head back. "It was a Hufflepuff; wasn't it?" His voice was pleading, hoping he was correct. If it were a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw, Blaise doubted that the blonde would set fire to his sheets.

The Malfoy heir gave him a hesitant look before continuing to style his hair.

"Shit," the other heaved, closing his eyes. "It's Gryffindor." He turned pitiful eyes to his friend.

Draco nodded, remaining silent in fear he would loose the contents of his stomach if he spoke. But it wouldn't be revulsion of the person who had pleasured him in his dreams; it would be the fact that he had enjoyed it more than any of his personal experiences. And the fact that for a short while he thought the Golden Boy was the most beautiful creature he had laid eyes on was a little disturbing.... A very small disturbance.

Zabini ran a hand over his face. "Not Granger."

Draco dropped the container of gel he'd been holding, turned to face his friend with a look of pure horror. "No way in all the Hells! God, Blaise! Give me nightmares why don't you?" he ranted, disgusted. "It's bad enough that I'm having dreams about Po-" he stopped mid-sentence.

Blaise's eyes went wide. "Potter?" he whispered. "HARRY-BLOODY-FUCKING- POTTER! THE SA-"

Draco sprung, clamping a hand over the other Slytherin's mouth. "If you say anything, Blaise Alexander, I swear I'll Kadavra your ass. Do you hear me? Not a single word; understood?" At Blaise's frantic nodding, Draco straightened himself. "Good. Now, we may leave."

* * *

Harry and Seamus seated themselves in the middle of Gryffindor table. The Great Hall was full of students, even for such an ungodly hour of the morning.

"Okay," Seamus started. "After we eat, we go to the library to work on those damn spells," he confirmed. "And...Wait...I have to give Nev his breakfast. I sure hope he feels better; I don't want my baby sick."

All who could hear rolled their eyes. Ever since Neville and Seamus had started dating they'd been using pet names. Not that anyone minded; they just decided to the Irish boy a hard time because he was the affectionate, dominant partner.

"So what are the latest scores?"

Harry tuned out the conversation, eating and observing quietly. He always did this while the others chattered; it was what he was trained for.

That's why Harry was top of the class when it came to Defense Against the Dark Arts. He knew what hex or defense someone was going to use just by watching his opponent's stance or change in balance. It's how he managed to topple Draco "I am so high and mighty" Malfoy down to second best. And if there was one thing Malfoy couldn't stand it was being second to Harry Potter.

Said blonde came bustling through the door with Blaise Zabini trailing behind. The blonde looked more annoyed than usual as Blaise spoke to him using his hands to emphasize his points. The heir's silver eyes landed on Harry for a brief moment before rolling at something Zabini had said.

Harry grinned slightly, continued to watch the two of them. Blaise gave a pause in his talking, looking to the Gryffindor table before he returned to his current affair. The Savior surveyed the scene in amusement as Malfoy began to bang his head against the table. Some of the Slytherins gave him strange looks, others scooted away.

The Gryffindor took a sip of his drink, watching intently when a young woman burst through the door. Harry arched an eyebrow; he'd never seen her in Hogwarts before.


Clad in constricting leather pants, platform stripper heels, and what appeared to be a black corset, she stared ahead as she walked, hips swaying seductively. Her ebony hair flowed behind her, accenting her anger. Her hazel eyes flashed, radiating an aura of beyond pissed.

As Harry examined her, he noticed she carried an animal away from her, another hopping at her feet. The one in her outstretched arms looked like an iguana/ alligator mix; the second...Harry's eyes widened. Was that a baby male Sphinx?!

"Answer my riddle!" he said, jumping up and down. "Answer my riddle! Do it or I'll bite you," he commanded in a childish voice.

The woman continued to stare ahead, striding toward the Head table. "Hush, Cyrus," she soothed, walking passed Gryffindor table.

"But, Mommy," Harry heard the Sphinx whine.

"Who was that?" Seamus questioned as Harry took a long drink.

"Professor Jamie Steel, newly commissioned Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Harry rotated just as Hermoine seated herself, Ron sitting on her other side. The girl smiled, chocolate eyes glimmering. "She's rather pretty; isn't she?"

The Golden Boy turned his head to look at his new Professor as she ranted. "Yeah," he answered. "What's she so upset about?"

Just after the question had been issued, Professor Steel yelled, "IT PEED ON MY HAND-BEADED FRENCH CORSET! AND THEN I FOUND IT IN MY DAMN FIREPLACE!"

Snape arched an eyebrow, spoke quietly to her.

"I DON'T CARE IF I'M CAUSING A DISTURBANCE! WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF A BLOODY SALAMANDER TOOK A PISS IN ONE OF YOUR PRECIOUS POTIONS?!" She went quiet, bobbing her head and waving her hands before erupting again. "I DON'T THINK SO!"

Harry smirked. "Well, that answers my question." He gave a small chuckle. "DADA just got more interesting."

"You think she sets off the dominatrix vibe?" Ron asked, blue eyes transfixed on the irate teacher. "She looks...dictating."

"I DON'T WANT IT AS A PET! I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF CYRUS, DAMNIT!"

Harry's amusement, as well as the rest of the Great Hall, focused on the woman. She really was an interesting specimen; shifting weight, frantic hand motions, and an angry black mass of hair made her quite unique.

She huffed, grabbed the giant lizard off the table, turned to leave. "Oh, and Miss Steel?" Snape called out to her.

"WHAT SNAPE!" she hissed, rotating to glare daggers at the elder Professor.

Severus looked around the Great Hall drolly, beckoned her to move forward. He looked quite entertained... as sadistically entertained as Snape could be. He spoke with a Malfoy worthy smirk plastered on his face.

"WHAT!!!" her voice boomed. "ARGH! DON'T YOU THINK THAT COULD HAVE WAITED?! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

Dumbledore caught Harry's gaze, eyes twinkling. The Savior smirked before watching his new Professor exit the Great Hall, salamander in hands, Sphinx bouncing away.

"Well," Dumbledore said to the silent students occupying the Hall. "I hope you digest that as well as you digest your breakfast, of which you may now continue." His ending statement voiced no argument.

* * *

"You need to go talk to him," Blaise stated for the fifteenth time that morning.

"No," Draco reiterated, continuing to look at his feet because his forehead still rested on the table's edge.

Blaise gave his platinum haired friend's head a disgruntled look before returning to his chiding. "I mean, he's here, you're here, it all works out; just go."

"No," the other heaved through gritted teeth, beginning to loose his precious patience.

"Just go tell him how you feel, Draco. What's the worst he could do? I mean, h-"

Draco's head snapped up. "BLAISE!" he hissed, earning wary looks from his housemates. He lowered his voice so only Zabini could hear him. "Do you want to know how I feel? I'm really, really annoyed because you won't shut the fuck up! And when I walked into the Great Hall and saw Harry...Do you want to know how I felt?"

The brunette gave a small smile. "So it's Harry now?"

The blonde's angry glare turned to a totally shocked gaze. "Did I..." He clamped a hand over his mouth. "Fuck, Blaise; what the Hell is happening to me? Dreaming of him, feeling jolty when I see him, and now I'm using his given name." He sighed. "My life has officially gone to Hell."

He rose from his seat. "I'll go talk to him...But don't blame me when he castrates you because I will inform him that this was your idea."

Blaise smirked. "Well, then you'd better hurry because he's leaving."

"What?!" Draco turned his attention to the entrance in time to see the back of a black head disappear. "Shit," he muttered, following at a determined pace, for we all know, Malfoy's rush no where.

Blaise gave a small snicker. "Let the games begin."
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Malfoy simply sneered. "I can smell it on you." At Harry's blank stare, he leaned over his chair. "I'm a Veela, Potter. My senses get stronger when I'm near you," he purred, trying his hardest to charm the boy.

"Why the hell-"