Flocci non faccio, te Amor

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does…yup.

Summary: Ignores HBP—Yeah, I’m not going there. Set in their seventh year—Voldemort has been defeated partly thanks to a vision courtesy of one Draco Malfoy…hmmm….Harry will have to thank him for that…An American School was attacked, and several students were transferred to Hogwarts—including Draco’s ex-boyfriend. HP/DM, SB/RL, HG/RW, NL/LL.

Warnings: Slash…though why you would even be here if you did not KNOW that is beyond me. If you are the type who leaves flames, Te odeo, interfice te cochleare. This brings me to my next point. I always thought that they’d speak a lot of Latin in the Wizarding world, and I took it for four years—might as well put it to some use. I’ll translate at the end unless I forget. Oh, and er... mention of rape and torture. Character death.

I recommend downloading and listening to the song I listened to when writing it—set the mood *wink wink, nudge nudge*

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Chapter Two: Puppy Dog Eyes and Talking Hats
(written to “The Show Must Go On” by Queen)

Harry rested his chin indolently on his hand as the sorting ceremony dragged on. He was not paying attention to the idle gossip that was flourishing around him until he heard the name “Draco Malfoy”.
“They’re all sitting at the Slytherin table—it’s not fair.”
“I know—we want to talk to them too!”
“It’s just because Malfoy is shagging one of them—do you know which one?”
“I’m guessing it’s the one groping him under the table—are all Americans like that? I want to date one—he’s hot! I hate Malfoy!”
“I know—just look at his gorgeous red highlights—and his body is to die for!”
“He and Malfoy make such a hot couple—ooh, look at that other guy…”
“The one in the red polo?”
“No—the one with the CBGB shirt on with the spiky black hair—“
“Oh, yeah…”
And so on and so forth.
Harry looked over to the source of the conversation to see Lavender, Padma, Ginny, and several sixth years staring wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at the Slytherin table.
“And now that the new first years have been seated, I shall address what I am sure you all have already noticed.” Dumbledore began in a booming voice. “I regret to say that there was an attack on Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this last July, and the students have been divided and sent to various schools around the world—we have the good fortune to be graced with the seniors of the house of Morrigan! They will now be sorted. My dear guests, please come to the front of the hall and sit on this stool as Professor McGonagall calls your name.”
The students looked around excitedly as McGonagall unfurled a scroll and began listing off names.
“Adams, Felicity!” She called. A slender girl with mocha skin and curling black hair rose from the Slytherin table and sat on the stool. It was only a few moments before the hat shouted, “Ravenclaw!” The Ravenclaws cheered and quickly cleared several places for her to sit.
“Branwen, Evan!”
Evan stood reluctantly and walked toward the stool. As soon as the hat was placed on his head, it shouted, “Gryffindor!” He sighed and walked to the Gryffindor table. Draco seemed unsurprised.
“Barnes, Michael!” A tall black boy stood from the Ravenclaw table and headed for McGonagall. The hat took quite a bit of time sorting him until he was finally placed in Ravenclaw.
“Toshi, Hitomi!” A girl who wore a long Gothic dress with black lace, ribbons, and fishnets. Her long black hair was pulled back in a spiky bun. She sat on the stool, flattening her dress. “Gryffindor!”
“Toshi, Jiro!” The boy Padma had been talking about earlier walked to the front of the hall and plopped himself uninterestedly on the stool. He must have been Hitomi’s twin. “Slytherin!”
“Harry?” Harry turned away from the sorting as his sleeve was tugged by Ron. “You didn’t tell us you’ve already met Evan!” He said excitedly, pointing toward the brunette sitting next to him.
“Oh, yeah—I just didn’t think about it.”
“That hurts, Potter.”
“Whatever.” Harry sighed and turned the other way.
“Is this seat taken?” a sweet voice sounded over his shoulder. Harry turned to see the last girl he saw sorted point toward the space next to him.
“No, help yourself—I’m Harry, by the way. It’s Hitomi, isn’t it?” He held out his hand and she shook it.
“It’s nice to meet you.” She said, her brilliantly blue eyes shining with both the excitement and fear of being thrown into an unknown situation.
“So, I’m not going to lie,” Harry began, “I know absolutely nothing about American schools—how many are there? Is there just one?”
Hitomi gave a laugh that reminded Harry of wind chimes. “Good Gama, no. There are, I believe, three schools in NY, two in Massachusetts, er… one in California, Colorado, Florida, Alaska, Hawaii, Guam, and a bunch in Canada.”
“Wow. Hey, what’s Gama—I’ve learned a lot of wizarding expressions in the last few years but that one is new to me.”
“Gama is the Japanese God of longevity. My parents were both wizards from Japan, and they still speak Japanese most of the time at home.”
“Did you say they were both wizards? As in both men?”
She cocked an eyebrow challengingly and said, “Does that bother you?”
“Gods, no—I just didn’t know it was possible!”
“Are you gay?”
Harry blushed furiously and choked on his pumpkin juice. “Excuse me?” he spluttered.
Hitomi smiled. “It’s just you seemed very excited of the prospect of men carrying children.”
Harry pursed his lips and said nothing. Thankfully, their conversation was interrupted, unthankfully, it was interrupted by Evan.
“You two look like you’re getting on pretty well.” Evan said coyly.
“Ittai nani ga hoshitenda, Branwen.”
“Touchy, aren’t we Toshi?” Evan said sardonically.
“No,” she replied coolly, “I just don’t like you. I think you are an ass. English cannot even begin to describe how much I loathe you, Mukou ike, yarichin! Saite-dana! Yariman!”
“Téigh trasna ort féin!” He spat, both of them standing.
“Yeah,” Harry said resignedly, “I don’t speak Japanese or whatever the hell he just spoke in so…er…yeah.” A girl he assumed was one of the Americans with braided blonde hair and amber eyes said, “You guys don’t have to study any languages?”
Harry furrowed his brow. “No…”
“Not even Latin?” she asked, disbelievingly.
“We did in my muggle school—what are they saying?”
“Well, I didn’t take Japanese, but after being Hitomi’s roomie for a few years,
I’ve picked up a few things, and I grew up speaking Irish.”
Harry looked shocked. “They speak Irish in America?”
“Wizards do—especially in Boston, which is where I’m from—anyhow, she said something about him being a whore, and he told her to go fuck herself. I’m Aeryn, by the way.” Harry shook her outstretched hand and said, “Harry,” and turned back to the brewing argument.
Just then, he heard a shout from the Slytherin table. “Nametonka?” Harry turned
To see that it was Hitomi’s twin, Jiro.
(“Do you want your ass kicked?” Aeryn whispered)
“yeah, that’s just what I’m in the mood for right now!” Evan said sarcastically.
“Back off my sister!”
“Make me!”
“SILENCE!” Dumbledore’s voice rang through the halls. Silence echoed in the room and the three arguing students quickly sat. “I will have you know, that I speak every language taught at your school, and swearing at each other in a language that your teachers do not understand will not keep you out of trouble—ten points from Slytherin and twenty points from Gryffindor for your behavior! Now, follow your prefects to your dormitories.”
“Ooh!” Evan said with mock intimidation, “demerits!”
“Just hope you don’t get detention.” Ron muttered.
Evan blanched slightly, “What—do they use medieval torture devices or something?”
“Just look at Harry’s hand.” Ron whispered before clasping his hand in Hermione’s and leading their peers to the tower.
Evan looked covertly at Harry’s hand and saw a distinct scar that read, “I will not tell lies.” His eyes widened and he bowed his head to avoid further trouble. As the school exited the hall and went their separate ways, Harry saw Evan make his way for a distinctly blonde head, and couldn’t help but follow. Hitomi saw this, and cast a notice-me-not charm on the both of them, and pulled him around the corner.
“Harry has a crush, doesn’t he?”
“Shut up!” he spat.
Draco told his friends to go on, and that he’d catch up with them later when he saw Evan headed towards him. “What do you want now, Branwen?”
“So it’s ‘Branwen’ now, is it?”
“Yes it is. I told you to leave me alone.”
“Look, I’m sorry—I thought you were fucking that Potter kid, and I flipped—please, Drake, can’t we just forget this and move on?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed and he pulled out his wand. “You shagged another bloke, we’re over—I refuse to let myself be taken advantage of like that—this isn’t baseball, you don’t get three strikes!” He shouted, sparks flying from out his wand.
“Draco, baby, I’m sorry—it’s hard not seeing you for so long—“
BAM!
Evan fell to the floor as he was punched, hard, in the face by Draco. He held a hand loosely over the spot where his cheek had split as he looked up at Draco, who was standing over him menacingly. “Forgive me—I guess I just assumed I was worth it.” He hissed. Evan paled but had the decency to look ashamed.
Hitomi removed the charm from them, and walked around the corner with Harry, making it look as though they were in the middle of a conversation.
“So you’re on the quidditch team?” she asked.
“No—I quit.”
“But I heard you were really good—Branwen, what happened to you?” She looked at Draco and said, “Boy troubles?”
“Bite me.” He spat as he stood and marched out of the hall.
“Well, I’m going to go to bed—see you.”
“Do you know the way?” he asked concernedly.
“Yeah—they gave us little compasses that point us to our dorms; thanks for asking—night!”
“Good night.” He replied as he watched Draco walk slowly back to the dungeons on his own.
“Draco, wait!” Harry shouted after the blonde. Draco sighed tiredly and paused. “What the hell do you want, Potter? I don’t feel like arguing right now.”
“I saw what happened with you and Evan—I’m sorry.”
“It’s nothing you did.”
“Yeah, but I feel responsible.”
Draco laughed grimly, “If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t know what—rather, who he was doing.” He shrugged, “It’s not as if this is my first break-up—I’m a big boy, I can handle it. I was actually going to break up with him before I knew—‘us’ just didn’t feel right some how.”
“I know.”
Draco cocked a brow.
“When I visited your compartment you said you—“
“Oh, yeah.”
“Look, Draco, I am sorry—you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
“Since when do you care, Potter?”
Harry shrugged.
Draco scoffed. “Very intelligible answer.” He began to walk away but was stopped by Harry’s hand on his upper-arm. He quickly pulled away, however, when he felt an electric shock.
“Whoa.” They said simultaneously.
Harry reached tentatively for Draco’s shoulder, and he was too shocked to move. As soon as his hand cupped Draco’s shoulder, he could feel the same shocks run throughout his entire body—this time he did not let go. Draco stared into his eyes with an unreadable expression, as Harry slid his hand from his shoulder down the length of his arm. He interlaced their fingers, and did the same with his left hand. The shocks changed from jolts of electricity to currents of warmth. Emerald met Silver and Harry felt a distinct spark in his chest. He slowly pulled Draco closer to him, and rested his forehead on his. A warm golden glow surrounded them as Harry breathed in Draco’s breath. Like turning off a light switch, all abnormalities disappeared as Draco pulled sharply away from Harry.
“I have to go, Potter.” He turned on his heel and headed for the dungeons.
“Draco—what was that?”
“I don’t know, Potter, leave me alone.” He grumbled. Harry was about to run after him when he felt a tug on his sleeve.
“Hitomi? Were you watching?”
“Yes.” She said, awe covering her features.
“Do you know what that was?”
Hitomi bit her lip and said, “Harry, are you of age yet?”
He nodded.
“What are your elements?”
“My what now?”
Hitomi rolled her eyes. “Your elements! You know, earth, fire, air, and water—everybody has one?”
Harry shrugged.
“Argh, give me your hands.”
Harry gave her his hands and she interlaced their fingers. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brow in concentration. Five uneventful minutes passed by and began to lose feeling in his left leg.
Harry jumped as a red flame shout of their hands, surrounded by a mossy green fog.
Hitomi smiled, “Your elements are fire and earth—polar opposites, very balanced. Now, we need to find out what Draco’s elements are—if I’m right, which I probably am, they will be air and water.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not going to tell you until I’m sure.”
“Hitomi!”
“You’ll thank me later, Harry.”
He sighed resignedly. “Fine.” He muttered as they walked back to the dorms.