My Give a Damn's Busted

They were after me again. I’d just been released from the Hospital Ward with Poppy’s stern admonishment not to go and get drunk - and have rough sex - again. Her cheeks had actually flushed at that proclamation; I mean, I’m certain she never thought she’d have to tell the Boy-Who-Lived not to have rough sex. Clap a hand over my lips as I struggle to hold my snickers in I fly nimbly down the stairs. Where to go with the entire Light side after me, wanting to know why I was in that club -




- why I had accepted the drinks from the Death Eaters.



- why I had been seen with a man with Voldemort’s eyes.



- why I had allowed said man to fuck me.



Come to think of it, why had I? I wasn’t that drunk last night, I knew what I was asking for when I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. Honestly, I wanted him to as well. Must be hitting that typical male rebellion stage.



The current Dark Lord fucked me - giggle - in the middle of a muggle dance club - oh Merlin - and I had asked him to do the deed. Little giggles and hiccups are bubbling from my throat as my shoulder meets the walls of a dungeon hall near the Slytherin common room. Hand still over my mouth I stagger to the part of the wall I know hides the common room. Please let the blond prat be inside.




Free hand beating against the stones I giggle when the walls slides open, revealing the Slytherin Prince. Pale brow arched at the sight of me he manages a soft scowl. “Potter?” Holding up my right hand I watch his eyes widen a bit at the sight of the ring I wear. Couldn’t talk between the sounds coming out of me. “Come on in bloody Gryffindor,” he quips with a roll of his eyes.



Follow his back into the common room, his voice filling the silence, “It’s just the two of us currently Potter, everyone else is away for the hols. Would you like me to see if Uncle Sev’s available to provide you with a Calming Drought you seem to need?”




Manage to gasp between a round of giggles, “Please, I think I’m going mad.”



Gentle nudge dropping me into a squishy hair he flaps a hand at me, “Sit there and go mad while I see if he and Father are - unoccupied.” Fresh flood of sound roaring free of my lips I clutch at the chair’s arms as the blond head disappears.



Dear sweet Merlin, why hadn’t Voldemort killed me last night? Dance with me Harry? I promise not to try and kill you until next year. Oh, right, he promised not to until - new wave of shrieking giggles - this year.




Firm hand grabbing hold of my chin I tilt my head back at the prompting of different hand, this one in my hair. Phial pressed to my lips I swallow the liquid without a thought - an odd move for me, I was sitting in the serpent’s den after all. Concoction taking affect immediately I release a sigh as the hands gripping me drop away. Flick my eyes over the chair’s back, tousle haired figure of the senior Malfoy male giving me an oddly comforting smirk. Chin dipping forward I meet the amused black eyes of an equally bed-headed Severus Snape. To my left Draco cocks his head to the side, “Now that Uncle Sev’s managed to stop you from giggling yourself unconscious, why are you here?”



Snorting I fiddle with the ring on my finger, “Do you honestly think I’d be sitting with a gathering of the Order of the Roasted Birdies right now you prat?” Twist my hand in different directions, admiring the facets of the serpent’s eyes. “Can you imagine the questions I’d be getting? Harry my boy, were you fully aware of the fact that you were having sex in the middle of a muggle dance club? Hey mate, why’d you run away from your Uncle? Harry, why were you drinking? Dear boy, what if the Death Eaters had attacked?” Wave my hand in the air, “Blah, blah, blah - and prey tell, how would I answer those sort of inquiries? My word, oh mighty Headmaster twinkle eyes, was I having sex? I hadn’t realized that’s what that was. Thank you ever so much for clearing that fog up for me.” Pause and cluck my tongue at the gob smacked faces of the three Slytherins. “What if the might twinkle eyes asks me who that man was? Hum? Want to be there when I look him in the eyes and say, ‘oh, and by the by, the man you saw me being fucked into the bar by, that was our dear Dark Lord.’ The sherbet lemons would go flying and the Order of the Roasted Birdies would have my ear once they got over their shock and realized that the head of the corpse munchers had deflowered their sparkly savior.”




Laughter interrupting my rant I blink up at the sight of Professor Snape collapsed on the floor, tears of mirth streaming down his cheeks. Stifled laughter near my ear I start when Malfoy senior’s head thunks down onto my shoulder. On his knees beside me Draco clings to the chair in an effort to remain upright. Proud of my ability to bring three Slytherins down to a pile of laughing idiots I smirk.



“Great Salazar Potter, were you even listening to the words flowing from your mouth?”



Give Snape a look and nod, “I know perfectly well what I just said Professor, and I meant every word of it.”



Stern mask discarded he pulls a face, “You would have answered their questions in that manner?”



“Maybe a bit more graphically, but yes, I want to see them squirm.” Take in his slight surprise I shrug my shoulders, a muffled grunt from the blond using me as a pillow, “Professor, I knew full well who Tom was when I asked him to do what he did.”




Delicate fingers plucking at my sleeve Draco raises a brow in question, “How do you know the Dark Lord’s birth name Potter?”



Sniff the blond head still on my shoulder, coconut and vanilla filling my nose, who’d’ve though the man would use shampoo scented like that. “Easy, he spelled it out for me Second Year in the Chamber of Secrets - before I killed his basilisk and stabbed that ruddy diary to death with her fang.”



“And lost me Dobby you sneak,” a warm voice mutters in my ear.




Twisting my head a bit I snort - wonder what would happen if I kissed his nose? It was so temptingly close, and for some reason I wasn’t at all nervous being in his presence. “Well, yeah, I couldn’t very well leave him in your service after his dubious attempts to ‘save’ me.” Quick move and I press a kiss to the tip of his proud nose.



Scrunching it in the most adorable manner he purrs, “Careful Potter, wouldn’t want Sev to get jealous.” Flash the Potions bat a bright grin as that voice adds, “Now, I realize this is probably an awkward question; however, in light of the fact that the bumblebee won’t ask you this,” utterly serious grey eyes lock with mine, “do you need anything from Sev or I as a result of the rather exuberant - fuck you enjoyed last night?”




Cheeks burning I shake my head, “No, thank you for the offer, but Poppy took care of everything.”



“I bet she turned quite red when she got to the part in her speech where she normally admonishes her patients,” Snape says, glee at the mediwitch’s discomfort pronounced in his voice.



“You would’ve enjoyed the color she turned Sir, I’ve never seen anything I come in with embarrass her like that.”



Blond man perching on my chair’s arm, an arm loosely draped over my shoulder, he inquires, “What have you been coming in with that a trained mediwitch would be embarrassed over?”




“Fishing for the sordid details of my intimate relationships with myself, and inanimate objects, Mr. Malfoy? I can promise you I’ve had to come up with some wild stories to keep the Gryffindor Tower off my ass - figuratively speaking - for the number of times I have needed a quick jaunt to the Ward.” Smirk lifting my lips I snicker, “Like the time I accidentally cursed my dick into a vagina, that was an odd Potions class before I came up with an excuse to dash for her help in reversing the problem. Do you know how annoying it is to sit while you relieve yourself, especially if you have do sneak into Myrtle’s bathroom to do so?”



“Good gods Harry, how did you explain that one to Poppy?” Cheeks paling as soon as the comment is free of his mouth Snape gives me a weak glare.



“Na, na Professor, call me Harry if you wish, I did have sex with your Lord.” Make a face at him, “Promise to act all scared when school comes back into session.”




Sharing a look with his bed partner Snape nods, “As you wish Harry; but in return, we are Severus, Lucius, and Draco.”



Grin lighting my face I can’t help but fiddle with the ring again. Onyx eyes meeting mine as I drop the grin I hold out my right hand, the emeralds serving as the serpent’s eyes catching his gaze. “Can you tell me anything about the ring Severus? Tom gave it to me last night.”



Calloused fingers closing around my hand, Severus gapes down at the ring. Tongue wetting his lips he flicks his eyes up at Lucius, the startled pressure on my shoulders telling me he too has seen the ring before. “Is it?”



Voice shaky Lucius whispers, “Yes, the very same.”




“Severus?” I hiss, the stiff silence making my limbs tense.



“Harry,” sharp eyes lock with mine, “the Dark Lord has worn a ring identical to this one since the First War.” Potion stained finger pointing at a jagged scratch down the serpent’s back he swallows, “This mark, I was by his side when a slashing hex breached his shields during the First War and sliced through the ring. He was livid at having such a precious thing damaged, the one who cast the spell died not a moment later.” Another searching sweep of his eyes unsettling me further I wait for the final shoe to drop. “The ring has been in the Slytherin family since Salazar’s time, Tom wore it with pride - it was his birth right, and he was not yet strong enough to maintain the posture he needed as the Dark Lord without it during the First War.”




Mind screaming out I blanch as a slightly sleep fogged voice mutters, Harry? What’re you howling about now?



Tom, that you? All three of the Slytherins were staring at me now, the utterly surprised expression on my face growing as the voice responds.



Yes, you silly boy. Now what are you howling about this time? Do I need to storm the castle to free you of the Order’s clutches - I will if I have to Harry.



What? Shake my head and mutter something under my breath about meddling Dark Lords and mental connections. Why did you give me your ring? The Slytherin one? Severus and Lucius told me it means a lot to you, why would you trust me with it?




Warm chuckle my first answer I flush at the second, I gave it to you because I’d like to have you as my consort - if you’ll have me. I’m tired of fighting you, and to be honest, Dumbledore isn’t the figure of Light that he makes himself out to be.



I know that, he shipped me off to my Uncle’s every summer Tom.



Well then, do you want to hear my side of the story? You can ask either of my men, just tell them I told you to ask and they’ll tell you what we really fight for. I will admit that I lost my direction towards the end of the First War, and with the insanity of being bodiless for thirteen years, I hadn’t found it until this past summer, but this war is going to change for the better Harry. I promise - sudden blankness where his voice had been I flounder in the silence, eyes rolling into my skull. Harry! Deep breaths little one, there you go. All better? Slight nod sent down the bond, Nagini interrupted me, she didn’t know I was in the middle of a rather firm mind link with you, she says she won’t do it again. Now, you’d best return to my men or they shall worry over you.




Eyes beginning to focus on the three pairs of concerned eyes before me I drop the connection, a flurry of kindness filling my veins. “Sorry, I guess if need be Tom and I can communicate through our bond,” press a fingertip to my infamous scar as I say this.



“Oh? That is interesting, and what did our Lord have to say Harry?” There was a condescending tone to his inquiry, as though I were a child to be coddled.



Lift my eyes to those of Voldemort’s right hand, a heavy darkness in my gaze. “I have felt everything he has done, witnessed every raid he has gone on, seen every death and atrocity he has committed since that night in the graveyard Lucius,” brief connection, a second name filling my mind, “Abraxas Malfoy, all thanks to this ‘connection’. I have seen you punished, seen you screaming on the floor before him.” Anger directed at his second through the link I hiss, the blond pureblood toppling to the floor with a yelp. “Do not think to patronize me Lucius, I am much too old for that.” Blink burning eyes, rubbing at them with a knuckle, “To answer your question, he wished to tell me to ask either you or Severus to explain his side in this war; the true story, not the garbled one I’ve been taught by the Headmaster.”




Turn away from the gaping blond to stare at his son, only to have him squawk and duck his head. Eyes landing on Severus I snarl, “What the bloody hell is there about me that is causing this Severus?”



Mouth opening and closing a few times silently he clears his throat, whispering, “Your eyes Harry, they are the same color as the Dark Lord’s.”



Tom! Palms clapped over my eyes I hunch down in my seat, drawing my knees up to my chin. Tom Marvolo Riddle, explain this to me!



Sh Harry, calm down, your anger and mine have drawn parts of my appearance into you. I seem to have your eyes, soft chuckle, it scared Bella. Giggle fighting its way free of my throat I allow my anger to drain out of my limbs. That’s wonderful Harry, let the anger leave you. Give Lucius a kick for using that tone, it will make you feel better.




Rising from my seat I gaze down at the sprawled man, his mane of hair flared about his head like a halo. Giving him a sneer that would make Severus proud I kick him in the ribs, letting a strained bark of laughter out at his stifled sound of pain. Gods Tom, I believe I have some understanding why you torture your followers, I do feel better.



Silly boy, now let me get back to work, warmth making me grin, I flop back into my recently vacated chair. I shall see you soon little one, and we will talk more then.



Door to the common room opening with a bang I glance up, cringing backwards at the sight of the Headmaster and an assortment of the Order. Normally twinkling eyes taking in the sight of Lucius on the floor, holding his ribs, Severus kneeling with one hand over his, he frowns. “Severus, what have I told you about bringing Death Eaters into the school?” Black eyes flashing he says nothing in response, the curl of his lips telling everyone his answer. Blue eyes lifting to my form Dumbledore questions, “Harry my boy, have you any idea what you did to us last night? How you damaged the Light side with your actions?”




Amber gaze hardening Remus bites, “Albus, you have no right to take that tone with Harry.”



Use me Harry, whispered through my head I shift to my feet, hands planted on my hips. You are of age, a full blooded wizard, do not forget that. You are not his tool - his weapon, to be used as he wishes, when he wishes. Sneer twisting my lips I step carefully around the two Death Eaters. You are human.



Malicious humor filling me I croon, “No Headmaster Dumbledore, I don’t have any idea what I did to you last night. Perhaps you could inform me of what you think I did to you last night?” Gaping at me, the old coot splutters as I give a bark of laughter. “I am an adult wizard my dear Headmaster, and am fully capable of making my own decisions for my future.” Prowling forward, hooking a finger under his chin, I hiss, “I am not your tool, your weapon, your pawn; I am human, and I will decide where I stand in this world, or you will lose what little respect I still hold for you, you manipulative old bumblebee.” Flapping my hands at the Order present I snip, “Now go away, I was having a pleasant conversation with the Malfoys and Snape.” Slight push of my magic, shuttling them towards the door with a collective gasp. “Bye bye,” I purr as I wave the Slytherin dorm’s door shut in their faces before plopping back into my chair with a grin.