Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Well, one more chapter after this one. I'm sad that it's going to end...but it's been a blast. I am open to feedback for the last chapter though, so please let me know if I should/could go on for a couple more chapters. You guys have been great. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. It's kind of wild, but I had a lot of fun doing this.

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Fight Club

By the time Severus reached his wand, Lupin had crossed the space of his quarters and was snarling menacingly in his face.

But Severus had learned a trick or two from his Dark Lord.

Like how to fight for his life.

“SECTUMSEMPRA!”

Remus felt a flare of pain and then nothing.

He looked down at his torso and was not exactly surprised to see his own blood pooling at his feet. He looked up at Severus, who stood there with a triumphant sneer.

“I should let you die here, Lupin, but I suppose that would not look too good on my resume, although there will be some who support the removal of pests.”

Remus staggered slightly and dropped to one knee. He was feeling light-headed with the rapid loss of his blood. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He quietly reached into his robes and pulled his wand and what looked to be a piece of bark. He shoved it into his mouth and gently waved his wand over his wounds.

“Severus,” Remus said quietly, “I’m a werewolf. Did you not think that I would have ways to heal myself against all types of attack? I am also the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You are a Death Eater, and despite your questionable retirement from that position, I would be derelict in my duty if I ever underestimated you.”

Remus stood up, flexed his neck and ran fingers down his chest. He gazed at Severus shrewdly. “You, however, have underestimated me. You underestimated my devotion to Harry and…ironically, my devotion to you.”

Severus narrowed his black eyes and immediately regretted that move.

Remus still had his werewolf speed, even though the full moon had passed. He hit Severus full in the chest, sending the former Slytherin flying through the air and over the back of his couch.

Severus hit the hard floor with a resounding crack of his skull and he saw multi-colored stars winging around his eyelids. He struggled to sit up and he frowned when a shadow crossed his face. Lupin loomed over him with a predatory look.

“I warned you, Severus. I told you that Harry wasn’t for you. And now here you are plotting with Narcissa Malfoy.” He leaned over him, grabbing him by his robes and yanking him up.

Severus connected a fist with Remus’ abdomen. The werewolf let out an “ooof”, but held on. Remus fired a hex that Severus somehow managed to dodge.

With a shout, Severus shoved Remus as hard as he could and pulled his wand. The werewolf stayed upright and brandished his wand at Severus.

Neither man moved.

The only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire in the hearth. Both men having long ago learned to control their breathing. Severus, on any number of Death Eater raids or facing Voldemort when he was in one of his moods and Remus, a hunted Dark creature, often had to take to hiding from the clichéd pitch forked baring towns folk.

The tension was mounting with each second. Severus watched Remus with unwavering eyes, not even blinking. Remus had the eyes of the wolf, hearing to match, waiting motionless for any sign of movement from his nemesis; his love.

Finally…

“He raped you, Severus! It’s not real! He doesn’t care for you!! He’ll never care for you!”

“Shut up, Lupin! Do you think that I’ll ever return your sick, perverted feelings?”

“And yours aren’t? He raped you and your mind has twisted it into some crazy emotional attachment! Severus, think about it! You hate Harry, remember?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“Harry is my business, Severus! I am the only family that he has left! I won’t let you hurt him anymore!”

“Hurt him? You think I’ve been hurting him?”

“You’re punishing him for violating you! You’re confused! That one act has completely twisted your brain! You never had any feeling for Harry, other than hatred. Before that night and he raped you, did you care about Harry at all? You couldn’t have cared if he lived or died. You certainly didn’t want a relationship with him! He looks too much like James, acts like him too!”

Severus opened his mouth, but nothing came out. For once, he was speechless.

Remus moved closer, being careful not to startle the other man.

“Yes, think about it. He violated you, Severus, but you’ve wanted intimacy in your life for a long time. You’ve kept everyone away, but Harry got through. But he wasn’t himself. He was a demon. It was the demon that made him do that, Severus. Not Harry. You crave the intimacy and you have attached yourself to that person who gave it to you. But that person is not real. He’s afraid of you. He knows you hate him because of James. Do you really think that he’ll love you? Don’t believe what Narcissa tells you, it won’t work!

Severus stared at Remus in shock. His eyes narrowed. “Get out! Just…get out, Lupin.” But he sounded…different.

“Why won’t you give this a chance? It’s not so complicated!”

“No.”

Remus was moving closer to Severus, who was still aiming his wand at Remus’ face.

He held up his hand and slowly ran his fingers across the end of Severus’ wand.

“I care for you, Severus. I don’t know why. You have been horrible to me for years. But I still want to see where this can go. Please.”

“No.”

Remus took a breath and closed the distance. He placed a hand on Severus, who flinched and tried to move away, but Remus held him.

“Severus, you can have a normal, healthy relationship. One that won’t put you in Azkaban or get you fired.” He leaned close to the man’s face, inhaling the potion master’s scent. “Just let me show you how it could be. Just give me a chance. Give us a chance.”

Severus stood transfixed, watching Remus move closer to him. His whole being was screaming at him to punch the werewolf in the face, but his hand seemed frozen in the air.

The small inner Severus was weakly telling him that the man was right. To listen to reason. That Harry…no…Potter would never love him. That he was going to get hurt. That Potter would never want him, not like he wanted Draco and vice versa.

He realized suddenly that Lupin’s lips were on his, gently touching and caressing. It startled him and he tried to pull away, but Lupin held him firmly.

“Please,” he whispered, “please, Severus…don’t push me away again.” He locked eyes with him. “I care about you. I’d like to show you how much.”

Severus noticed that he had stopped pushing Lupin away. When had that happened? He gasped slightly when he felt a warm hand dip inside his robes. His manhood immediately took an interest in the proceedings. It swelled large and thick in Remus’ hand. He heard the werewolf sigh and he watched in amazement as the man lowered himself to his knees in front of him.

“I’d like to…if you’d let me, Severus.”

Severus wasn’t sure if he nodded or what, but when that warm, wet mouth engulfed him, he suddenly didn’t care.

He glanced down at the brown head that bobbed back and forth against his cock and Severus’ hand reached hesitantly to touch the brown locks. Remus let out a strangled moan when he felt the strong hand gently rub his hair. He closed his eyes to hold back the tears that threatened to escape. He had wanted this so much.

He had loved Severus for so long, but had to hide his feelings. He never believed that Severus would ever allow him to get close and certainly would never return his affections. Remus was used to disappointment, and he had simply filed it away in the full cabinet of things he had longed for in his life. He had tried the relationship with Tonks, and even though she was a wonderful woman, he didn’t love her.

She was good to him though and he struggled to do the right things by her, but his thoughts often strayed to men and his black-haired potions nemesis filled his dreams at night. Remus had a crush on Severus during their school days, but James and Sirius had very effectively ended any chance of a relationship for him with the quiet Slytherin.

Putting his boyhood crush aside had been easy enough, until Remus returned to Hogwarts to teach the year Sirius escaped from Azkaban. Working beside Severus became a very difficult emotional experience for him. His unrequited crush returned with a vengeance and Severus’ outward hostility and his hand in his removal from his position was painful.

And what made it worse, was the fact that none of that diminished his feelings at all.

When he was allowed to return to teach again this year, he almost didn’t take the position, knowing he was going to be in for a tough time. But he couldn’t afford to not work, but he desperately didn’t want to hurt Tonks.

But Severus was all he could think about. He became distracted from his weekend visits with Tonks, and often claimed work as the reason. He began to avoid visiting all together, until Tonks finally demanded to know what was going on. Remus finally broke it off with her, explaining that things were not right for them because he had some unresolved issues. His Gryffindor bravery had failed him then, because he didn’t have the heart to tell her it was because he was in love with Severus Snape.

Tonks had been devastated, but took the news the best she could, which doubled Remus’ guilt about the whole thing. But in the end, he knew that he’d done the proper thing by letting her go so she could find someone who could love her like she deserved.

And it freed him up so that he could pine away for a man that would hate him forever, in the privacy of his own despair.

But now, here was on his knees, the man of his private unrequited hell allowing him to pleasure him like this, was more than he could bear. He had asked this time and Severus had accepted him, didn’t turn him away in revulsion. Remus was determined that Severus was going to remember this as long as he lived.

Remus sucked greedily, his tongue doing things that he had no idea he knew how to do and even sucked him far down his throat, a feat he’d never been able to do before. The reward of Severus almost keeling over and gripping his hair so tight that he felt strands of it ripping out, encouraged him further. He pulled Severus closer, sucking and swallowing his length and the shout of Severus’ powerful orgasm, sent Remus into a tear-filled acceptance of his seed.

As Severus shouted and thrust into Remus’ mouth, the werewolf cried. He didn’t miss a drop of the creamy liquid, as he was swallowing hungrily and held Severus tight. But the tears ran down his face in what felt like a torrent. He moaned as the large cock pulsed and spurted and Remus had never been so happy in his life.

Only being accepted into Hogwarts, Sirius, Peter and James becoming Animagi for him and the creation of the Wolfsbane potion, ranked higher on his list of happiest moments.

Remus felt Severus’ last shudder and he pulled slowly away from the softening appendage. He didn’t want to look up, fearing that Severus would now be looking at him in disgust or worse, regret. He quickly moved to wipe the tears from his face and slowly backed away and stood up.

Severus was rustling his robes, obviously putting himself back in his proper place. Remus summoned his Gryffindor bravery and looked up. Severus was watching him with an unreadable expression.

Silence reigned and with each passing second, Remus felt his heart shattering more. He backed up even more.

“There’s a lot more of that. I can give you what you want, what you need. Leave him be, Severus. If not, I’ll be forced to go to Albus. He’ll take care of this and it won’t matter what Narcissa Malfoy thinks she can accomplish.”

Severus scowled, “Don’t threaten me, Lupin. That’s not a wise move. Especially if…”

Remus was in Severus’ face in the blink of an eye with his amber eyes flashing.

“Don’t underestimate me again, Severus. Despite my feelings, I will kill you if you hurt Harry again.”

He raised his hand and Severus flinched, swinging his wand up towards Remus again. Remus smiled, showing his white teeth.

“I’d rather not kill you though. I’m much rather taste your cock again or fuck you until you’re unconscious with pleasure. But it’s your choice.” His hand rested on the strands of Severus’ hair. He pulled the man towards him and ran his tongue over his lips.

“Mmmmm…taste that, do you? That’s mine.”

Severus let out a small moan when the wolfish tongue had touched his lips. He could smell his own essence on the man’s lips and his own cock stirred again. Severus was in complete shock at what had just happened.

Lupin had come in his room, healed his own Dark curse, sucked his cock, threatened to kill him and then gave him one of the most delicious offers he’d ever heard. All within five minutes! The man was an enigma. One moment he was a whiny coward of a man, the next he was strong and powerful, with the ability to render him speechless and make him come shouting like an adolescent schoolboy.

A complete psycho, unworthy and unpredictable…a wild animal, never one to follow the rules…just like Potter.

He and Draco didn’t have a chance in hell against that Gryffindor charm.


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A large portion of the Slytherins had congregated near the entrance of the school. Crabbe was panting harshly, trying to catch his breath. Goyle leaned against the wall, holding his head.

Nott faced them. “Any bloody idea what’s going on in here? I mean, an earthquake? In Scotland? Doesn’t bloody happen!”

Crabbe looked terrified and Goyle shook his head. Nott continued, “It must be Salazar turning over in his grave! A Mudblood in Slytherin!”

The surrounding Slytherins grimaced in horror. Goyle pushed himself away from the wall. “And what happened to Malfoy? No one’s saying anything! That first year was gibbering out of her mind. Made no sense whatsoever!”

Nott jerked his head at the younger years. “Come on, you lot! What happened? What happened to Malfoy?”

A second year named Calliope spoke up. “All we heard was a scream. And by the time we got to the common room, Professor Snape and Missus Malfoy were taking him away. Pansy said something about Granger.”

At this Nott’s eyes took on a shining new interest. “What did she say, exactly?”

Calliope shrugged. “That’s all I know.”

Crabbe croaked, “Where’s Pans anyway?”

“I’m right here, you dolt.” Pansy pushed her way past her house mates, giving evil eyes to the younger kids who wouldn’t move. Tracy Davis and Daphne Greengrass followed behind her. “And since when do you call me Pans, Vinnie?”

Goyle snickered and Nott waved a hand dismissively at them. “Knock it off! We need some answers! What’s this about Granger?”

“Oh come on, Theo. Granger shows up in our common room and Draco suddenly collapses covered in sick-up. What do you think happened?”

Nott’s eyes widened, “She poisoned him? With what? And why?”

Pansy rolled his eyes. “Not poison, but drugs. Draco OD’d on drugs. The same drugs that git Potter is addicted to. You know she blamed Draco for that. Everything that happens to Potter is always Draco’s fault.”

There was a vicious rumbling going on from the crowding students.

“She did come and accuse him of doing something to Potter!”

“-had a murderous glint in her, she did. And they talk about Slytherins!”

“-dirty Mudblood tried to kill Draco!”

Pansy eyed the crowd of students, glee filling her heart. She looked back when Nott touched her arm. “Is he in the hospital wing, Pansy?”

Pansy nodded. “Most likely, but I’m not certain. Missus Malfoy is here, so I would guess so.”

Nott raised an eyebrow. “It must be serious then! We need to go see him. Offer our support; see what he wants us to do about Granger and those Gryffindors. We will avenge him!”

Pansy looked at the eager faces of the younger years. “You know that cow Pomfrey isn’t going to let all of them in. We need to talk to Professor Snape as well to find out if our dorm is safe and what all that shaking was.”

She looked back at Nott. “Come on, you all go to the hospital wing to see Draco. Make sure he’s all right.” She pointed to a few younger students. “You go see if you can find Professor Snape. The rest of us will wait here.”

Nott, Crabbe and Goyle headed for the stairs, and Nott looked back at Pansy. “You’re not coming? You’re not going to pass up a chance to play nursemaid to Drakie-poo?”

“Shut up, Theo! I only called him that once, and we were all drunk! Besides, his mum is taking care of him.She doesn’t need me around to spoil her chance to take care of her baby.” She rolled her eyes dramatically and several Slytherins snickered.

Nott looked skeptical but nodded anyway. “Fine, but at least meet us outside after you go find Snape. We’ll report what Draco wants done.”

The boys set off for the hospital wing and Pansy instructed the younger students to go to Snape’s office.

“The rest of us will wait here in the Great Hall. Maybe the elves will bring food,” Pansy said. The remaining group trooped into the hall and headed for the Slytherin table.

Pansy jumped when she felt a hand on her arm. She whirled around and saw Blaise, standing behind her. She smiled at him and patted his hand. Then she got a good look at him and her smile faded.

“Blaise, are you all right? Did you just leave the dorm? It practically flooded with all of that shaking!”

Blaise looked ashen and for the normally caramel colored teen, it made him look almost gray. His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles.

“I…don’t feel so good, Pansy. Was the room shaking? I think I need to sit down.”

Pansy nodded and helped Blaise to the closest table. He sat down heavily and let out a groan.

“What’s the matter? Does something hurt?”

Blaise raised a shaky hand. “It’s not that anything hurts, exactly. I just don’t…feel like myself. It may be the potions that I still take from my accident. Sometimes it makes me feel weird.”

Pansy winced. In all the drama surrounding Draco, she had completely forgotten that Blaise had almost died and had come back to school late. She immediately felt guilty for neglecting her fiancée’s best friend.

“Blaise, I’m so sorry! I-I’ve been so distracted lately. I should have been checking up on you to make sure you were OK. You’ll forgive me, right?”

Blaise’s mouth quivered into a shaky grin. “Yeah, I guess. I know that Draco is probably a hand full right now. Where is he, anyway?”

“Oh, Blaise. Draco’s in the hospital wing. He…ummm…took sick. We think that Granger poisoned him or something. She barged right in the common room this morning, demanding to see him.”

Blaise stared at her. “Granger?? Came into Slytherin? She poisoned Draco? I don’t believe it!”

“Oh…believe it. You don’t think she’s capable of something like that? Those Gryffindors are hypocrites and insane! You know Potter is a drug addict, don’t you? And do you think anyone is going to do or say anything about it? He needs to be expelled for bringing that stuff into the school!”

“Well, this means that Draco is most likely on his way out of Hogwarts. His mum is not going to be pleased to hear this at all.”

Pansy smiled and leaned against Blaise. “Yes, I know. Terrible, isn’t it?”


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“I don’t know what’s happening to me, Draco. But it all feels…wrong. I can hear things, in the walls and I don’t know if it’s real or not. It’s like when I heard the Basilisk and I thought I was going mad. Am I going mad again, Draco?”

“You’re not going mad, Harry. They need to find that stupid werewolf that did this to you. Lupin caught him, but I don’t know what happened after that. I’m going to find him, Harry. I promise you. I’m going to find him and he’s going to wish that he’d never been born.”

Harry held out his hands and gently touched the barrier. It shimmered lightly and Harry beckoned Draco.

“Come here.”

Draco looked skeptical. “What are you up to, Potter?” But the corners of his mouth was turned up in a smirk.

Harry grinned. “Trust me.” He reached out to Draco and pulled his hand. Draco moved forward towards Harry with no resistance. He stared at Harry in amazement.

“How’d you do that?”

“I don’t know. It’s like I can see the magic in this place. How everything is put together. And I can move it around. I’m not really sure how I’m doing it.”

“Well, whatever is wrong with you, it’s not so bad. Except when you shook the very grounds of this place. ”

Harry grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn’t really control that. I didn’t even know I was doing it.” He pulled Draco towards him and they sat down on the bed. “What if they can’t fix it? What if…what if someone gets hurt again? Like what happened to Blaise?”

Draco lounged against the pillows on the bed.

“You worry too much, Potter. Have I let you down yet? And they call you the Savior of the wizarding world. We’re going to fix this. Besides, isn’t Granger supposed to know everything? She’ll find the answer.”

Harry chuckled. “Hermione is brilliant, of course. I hope she is able to help. It doesn’t sound too assuring though.”

Draco sat up and pulled Harry’s face towards him and gave him an intense stare.

“It’s going to be fine, Harry. Stop worrying about it. You aren’t going to hurt anyone else.”

Harry stared back at the piercing silver eyes and nodded slowly. He then raised his hand and gently ran his fingers across Draco’s jaw and down his neck.

Draco let out a gasp, for Harry’s light fingered touch upon his skin sent electrical shocks throughout his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but just unexpected. He froze for a moment, as he actually felt tremors running all through his skin.

Harry hesitated. “What’s wrong? You look like you saw a Dementor.”

“That’s your mess, Potter. Shut up and keep doing that.”

Draco could feel power and magic radiating out from Harry’s skin. It was like he was glowing with a rippling aura that he could see. He imagined that if he leaned closer, he would be able to hear Harry buzzing with energy.

Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s and the Slytherin’s mind whirled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Harry’s tongue demanded entrance into his mouth. Draco readily complied, moaning loudly. Harry’s kiss had sent a million jolts through him and he was melting into Harry’s touch. He whimpered as Harry ran his tongue along his lips.

Harry pulled back and Draco gasped at the intensity of Harry’s gaze. He was mesmerized by the stormy green. Harry licked down Draco’s neck and he shivered, clutching at Harry’s shoulder. Draco ran his hands through the wild hair, tugging at Harry to lie down on top of him.

There was a loud sound of several pairs of footsteps that had Harry pulling away from Draco and standing up. Draco sighed in annoyance and got off the bed. He hadn’t passed through the barrier when he saw the blur of green and white enter the hospital wing.

“Draco!!” Theo shouted. “Are you all right? Word is that the Mudblood poisoned you!”

Draco tensed up at the sight of his friends. “What? What Mudblood?”

He felt more than saw Harry tense as well, because the air shifted around them.

Theo scoffed, “Granger, that’s who! She was in the dorm, remember?”

Draco crossed his arms in front of him and scowled.

“Do you really believe that Granger would have the balls to poison me? Granger? Where are you getting this ridiculous news?”

But Theo was no longer looking at Draco. He had just noticed that Harry was standing behind him. Harry was watching Theo with half-slitted eyes and a sly smirk on his face.

Theo frowned at Draco. “What’s going on, Malfoy? What are you and Potter doing?”

“Mind your business, Nott. I believe that I can talk to whomever I want.”

Crabbe bellowed, “He may be trying to poison you too, Malfoy!”

Draco opened his mouth to retort, but he felt Harry’s hand go around his waist. He almost purred in content, but he quickly remembered where he was.

Harry’s voice seemed to reverberate around the walls. “If you all don’t mind, I think we’ll be going now.”

Draco twisted to look at Harry. “I’ll handle this, Potter. I don’t need a hero-“

Harry winked at him, tightened his grip and Apparated. In Hogwarts.

The look of utter shock on the Slytherins faces at the sight of Draco and Harry disappearing was priceless. Identical slack-jawed gazes crossed all three faces.

Surprisingly, Goyle was the first to recover. “Did…he…they…what? What…just happened?”

Nott’s voice trembled with awe. “They just bloody apparated! Inside of Hogwarts! Potter just bloody apparated inside one of the most warded places in the world!”

Crabbe stared at the empty space in something akin to fear. “Where do you think he’s taken Malfoy? He’s probably going to try and finish the job that Granger started.”

Nott spun on the spot and headed back to the entrance. “Come on! We’ve got to get the others. Potter most likely took him to Gryffindor. That’s where I’d take my enemy. To safe terrority.”

Crabbe and Goyle hurried after him.


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Draco was spluttering when they landed in Harry’s bed. He jumped away from Harry as though he’d been burned.

“Potter!! Holy bloody fuck! You…you…just…apparated! How? What?”

Harry sat up and surveyed the mess that his room had been left in. “What the hell happened in here?” He looked at his broken desk and cabinet with dismay.

Draco was still doing a goldfish impression. “Potter?? Mind telling me about that little bit of magic you just pulled off!”

Harry ignored him as he eyed the ink stained floor and broken knick-knacks. “Cedric! Where’s Cedric?”

Draco marched over to him and grabbed his shoulders. “Harry! Forget Cedric! Who the fuck is Cedric, anyway?? You apparated! In Hogwarts! Did you realize that?”

Harry turned mournful eyes to him. “Yes, I know what I did. But…Cedric. He’s gone.”

Draco could have cared less about some bloody Cedric.

“He’ll be back! Focus, Potter! You.Apparated.In.Hogwarts.”

Harry sat down on the bed and gave the mess one more sorrowful glance. “I told you before, I can see…the magic in here. It’s like puzzle pieces that fit together. I can see how the pieces fit. I can’t explain it any better than that.”

Draco stared at him. “And how did you ever advance to seventh year, I’ll never know.”

Harry gave him a big lopsided grin. “Hermione.”

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry leaned forward and pulled him towards the bed. “Now, I think we can finish where we left off.”

Draco’s cock hardened at the low lusty voice that issued from Harry’s mouth. His mouth went dry and he moved forward eagerly while Harry pulled him closer. Harry’s eyes had darkened considerably and his grin had turned feral and predatory. He stood up and roughly pushed Draco down onto the bed.

Draco was not complaining at the harsh treatment at all.

Harry pushed Draco back against the comforter and ravished his mouth. Draco kissed him back with equal fervor, enjoying the tingling sensation that Harry was causing all through his body. He’d never felt anything like it before. It was like he could see the magic that Harry was talking about.

Harry hungrily sucked the soft skin on his neck and Draco sighed, running his hands down Harry’s arms.

“Take these off.”

Draco hurried to comply and removed his shirt and pants. Harry knelt above him, removing his own shirt. Draco couldn’t resist touching the not-quite-as-fit abs. Harry had lost quite a bit of weight and he was bordering on the way-too-thin side. He still had muscle though, lean it would be best described. Draco found he preferred Harry with more meat on his bones.

His ponderings were cut short when he felt a hot tongue and plump lips slide over his cock. The jolt that went through him had him grabbing the comforter in a death grip as sheer waves of the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced shot through him. And Harry had only opened his mouth to take his cock in it.

Harry didn’t do this often, for Draco found that he loved doing this for Harry. Harry’s cock was the perfect size, almost too big for his mouth, but not quite. Harry had only gagged him a few times, but had since learned to control his thrusting. Draco had rewarded him with learning how to deep-throat, which Harry had taken to like a duck to water. Who’d have ever believed that Draco Malfoy would find complete bliss with a cock shoved down his esophagus?

Harry’s tongue and lips were doing incredible things to his body and Draco panted in an effort not to come. He was distracted by the blazing heat that was rushing through his body, caused by whatever Harry was going through. He had to admit, it was bloody amazing and maybe this “infection” wasn’t so bad.

“Harry…don’t…wanna…cum…yet…please.”

Harry’s hands were poised on Draco’s lower back, and he’d been rocking the Slytherin’s hips gently, pushing the cock into his mouth. At Draco’s gasped plea, Harry pulled away from him and Draco moaned at the loss. He fought to get his breathing and orgasm under control.

“Fuck…Potter…that was…”

Draco’s words were lost again, when Harry’s fingers brushed against his puckered flesh. He jerked and pressed down on Harry’s fingers, mewling like a cat in heat. His preparation was slick and quick.

Harry leaned over him, his eyes cold and intense and completely hypnotic.

“That was nothing…”

Harry’s entering him sent the Slytherin into a mind numbing buzz of pleasure. Harry entry was as powerful and slow moving as an Artic iceberg moving through the water. Draco was slack-jawed and he was sure that drool had left the corner of his mouth at some point.

He didn’t give a flying fuck!

Draco’s skin felt like Harry’s lips and fingers were running all over him at the same time, everywhere. After Harry was completely sheathed, he lowered his head and breathed in Draco’s scent.

“Love you…”

And then Harry fucked him.

Draco found that he was capable of making noises that normally should have been impossible for a human being. And his voice had never been that high-pitched.

But he moaned louder and louder, as each stroke of Harry’s cock brushed his prostate, he writhed more and more. He held Harry with white-knuckled force, his brain in ruins of any coherent thought.

Draco’s cock was rock hard, harder than it had ever been in his life. He thought it was going to split apart if something wasn’t done about it soon. He eventually remembered how to use his hands and he reached down to take a hold of it, but Harry slapped his hand away.

Draco whimpered, on the verge of tears, not from pain, but from the most exquisite pleasure that he couldn’t even think about…

“Harry, ohhh…god…I…need…too…cumm…”

Harry had been holding the headboard while he drove into his lover and he now lowered both of Draco’s legs to his waist. The blond wrapped his legs tight around him as the Gryffindor leaned forward again. Harry placed one hand on Draco’s throbbing purple cock and gave it one hard tug and a twist. At the same time, he bit down hard on Draco’s shoulder and began sucking the flesh, drawing blood.

Draco might as well have been struck by lightening.

The simultaneous sensations literally tore the orgasm from his body. He shouted so loud that it was no doubt in his mind that every person in Gryffindor heard him. But his brain had been sucked out of his body along with the rest of his seed, so he was hardly in a position to notice or care.

His cock was not so much as spurting as it was, exploding. Draco had arched so much from the bed that he was certain that he had to have broken Harry’s cock in two. He had clenched so tight he was sure he could have made a diamond out of coal, if it had been shoved up there.

Never in his life had he ever suspected that something could feel so good. It was too much, too intense, his body couldn’t take anything like this again. And it was such a poignant moment that they were here in Harry’s room. The same place where this wonderful thing had started so many months ago, after a drunken night in Hogsmeade.

Draco thanked the gods that he had given in to his fantasy and desire by shagging this magnificent young man above him, who he had come to love more than anything he could ever have imagined. The intensity of his feelings was indescribable.

He threw his arms around the Gryffindor’s neck and clung to him, shuddering and gibbering. He belatedly realized that Harry was getting ready to come and Draco cried out again as Harry’s cock seemed to grow about ten more inches. Draco pumped his hips against Harry’s thrusting hips and cock, wanting more, anything, everything. He reached around to Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tense and flex as Harry thrust, and pulled him in as much as he could.

Harry was grunting by his ear and he was kissing the bruised skin where he’d bitten Draco. Draco turned his head towards Harry, kissing him feverishly, lovingly, full of lust and desire and passion. Draco quite simply could die now. He was happy.

Harry pulled back a bit and looked into Draco’s eyes.

“I’ll tell her…about us.”

Harry came, hard.


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The Fat Lady was hanging off her hinges, not able to protect her house, when the marauding Slytherin invaders came to call. She pushed against the edge of her splintered frame and cried out with indignation against the onslaught.

There was nothing that she could do.

Nott was the first to enter, followed closely by Crabbe, Goyle, Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis. A smaller group of younger Slytherins waited in the corridor with Pansy and Blaise, who were on the lookout for errant Gryffindors. They all looked around Gryffindor with mild interest.

Ron was sitting on the sofa, directing some younger years in fixing some of the common room. With a lazy flick of his hand, he pointed to some fallen stone.

“Careful with that now, I would hate for one of you to get hurt by that.”

“Yeah, so would we. Because then we wouldn’t get to have as much fun in here,” Nott called out.

Ron turned around so fast that he almost flung his wand away. He managed to hold on to it and left off to stare at the Slytherins.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” He jumped to his feet, pointing the wand at them.

Nott sneered, “Where’s Potter, Weasel? He took Draco! And where’s your Mudblood girlfriend? We want a word.”

Ron bristled and snarled, “Her name is Hermione! And I have no idea where Ferret-Face is, as if I would care!”

“Whatever! Where is the bitch?” Nott goaded.

The younger Gryffindors, who were second and third years, moved up closer behind Ron. They too pulled their wands.

“Hermione’s not a bitch! She’s the Head Girl and she’s smarter than you!” hissed a second year girl.

Tracy cocked her head towards her. “Nobody was talking to you! Silencio!” She flicked her wand at the girl, whose eyes widened when she suddenly couldn’t make any noise.

Ron growled and shot a hex at Tracy. “Nobody hexes anybody in my house! Especially not some Slytherin rubbish!” Tracy fell over as the Jelly Legs Jinx hit her. She kicked Daphne, who tumbled to the ground with her.

One of the second years bolted for the stairs and shouted. “SLYTHERIN INVASION!!”

Within seconds, Gryffindors came streaming down the stairs at the shouted warning.

Seamus was first into the room and Nott fired a Jelly Legs at him. Seamus leapt out of the way, but it hit Neville behind him, who was with Millicent. Neville tumbled down the stairs, almost dragging Millicent with him.

Seamus got off a hex, but the Slytherins had now scattered, firing hexes in all directions. Gryffindors fell like dominoes and more Slytherins entered the common room.

Blaise entered the room with Pansy, who was smiling wickedly. Dean who had just managed to end two hexes on his fellow Gryffindors looked up and saw him. He hissed angrily and sent a hex at Blaise, who managed to dodge it by falling to the side, pulling Pansy with him. Blaise held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Dean! Don’t be like that. Sorry it didn’t work out and all. It’s a House loyalty thing now. It’s not personal.”

“Like hell, it’s not! I loved you, you arsehole! You just dumped me for no reason! Trust me, it’s personal!”

Pansy quickly side-stepped them. “Well, I’ll let you boys talk that out.”

She skillfully dodged a hex and looked up in time to see Hermione standing on the bottom stairs, gaping around the room at the chaos and the dueling students. She pulled her wand and Pansy quickly sent a nasty Stinging Hex at her.

“Hermione, look out!!”

Hermione was hit and she fell over, hissing in pain. Pansy squealed in triumph. Hermione felt around the floor for her wand, even though she couldn’t see through her swollen eyes. A moment later, she felt a hand touch hers gently and she was pulled to her feet.

A wave of a wand in her face and her vision cleared. She found herself looking into the blue eyes of Ron.

“Are you all right?”

Hermione nodded. “What’s happening? Why are the Slytherins here acting like dunder heads?”

“Something about you poisoning Malfoy. And Harry stealing the git or something like that!”

“I didn’t poison Malfoy!!”

“You should have!”


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Harry was pulling on his clothes while Draco lay back on the covers, languishing in bliss. He was rubbing Harry’s back lightly while he put on his pants. Harry turned to smile at him as he stood up to put on his shirt.

“Draco? What is this? What are we doing here? You’re getting married to Parkinson soon. What does that mean?”

Draco turned to look at him. “I’m not marrying her. Now or ever!” He snorted, but then got serious. “I don’t want anyone else, Harry. I’m telling my mother today. I’ll probably be disowned, but I don’t care about that. My mother may try spells that would keep us apart. She did learn some wicked stuff from Aunt Bella, but I don’t think she’d dare use that against me.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure, Draco. I don’t want you to have to lose your family over…me. You don’t know what it’s like to lose your family.”

“You’re so stupid, Potter. You’re my family now, you idiot.”

Harry felt a warm fuzzy feeling run through his heart. He smiled at Draco. “Well thanks, I guess.”

Suddenly, shouting could be heard through the door and the room shook. Harry whipped around and ran towards the noise. Draco almost fell out of the bed trying to get up when his feet got tangled in the sheets.

“Harry! Don’t go out there! Your magic!”

But Harry had already pulled the door open. Instantly the noise doubled. It sounded like a war was going on.

“What the-“ And Harry darted out of the room.

“Harry!!!” Draco scrambled to his feet and grabbed his clothes. He hopped around trying to get his pants and shoes on. He bolted after him.

Draco nearly broke his neck running down the steps to the Gryffindor common room. He tripped over some student who was lying smack in the middle of the stairs. A curious glance revealed the boy was a second year Gryffindor. Lying across him was a first year Slytherin girl. Both were unconscious.

“Harry!!” Draco shouted as he bounded down the stairs again.

By the time he’d reached the bottom, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

The common room was completely destroyed. Whirling students in both Gryffindor and Slytherin colors shot hexes in all directions. Draco ducked as a stray Stupefy flew past his head. Harry was gaping at the multiple duels, ranging from standard spells to outright Dark curses.

Hermione staggered towards him, her hair in complete disarray and her robes gone. She wore only a bra and a skirt.

“Harry!!! Send a Patronus!! Get McGonagall!” She turned quickly and shot a hex at an equally disarrayed Daphne Greengrass.

Harry pulled his wand.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Silver light erupted from his wand. But the light was so bright it blinded everyone in the room. Students fell against one another, holding their hands over their eyes.

The Stag that materialized in the room was the biggest Patronus anyone had ever seen. It filled the entire common room and the walls shook as it continued to grow. It lowered its huge antlered head and the radiating light punched a giant sized hole in the tower wall.

Stone rained down and a cloud of dust exploded, covering the room in dirt. Sunshine poured into the room from the gaping hole in the side of the common room.

Harry had no time to wonder about why the Patronus was a big as the Knight Bus.

“Get McGonagall and Snape!”

The Stag nodded again, knocking over the final piece of furniture that was left standing. It bounded towards the entrance and disappeared through the wall, shaking the room as it went.

“DRACO!”

Draco turned to stare at Nott. “What the bloody hell is going on! What have you done?”

Nott ran forward and gave Harry a wide berth. “We came to find you, after you disappeared from the hospital wing! We didn’t know what had happened to you after you apparated.”

Hermione still managed to sound superior and disapproving even in her underwear. “You can’t apparate in here, you moron! Everyone knows that!”

“Shut up, Mudblood!”

Three hexes from different directions shot at Nott. He swirled and missed two but the third caught his robes. They sizzled on fire and Nott struggled to put it out. He glared in Ron’s direction.

“Serpensortia Duplicus!”

Several snakes shot out of Nott’s wand, slithering in all directions.

Both Harry and Draco rolled their eyes.

“Nott! He’s a Parselmouth! That isn’t going to work in here! For Merlin’s sakes!” Draco growled. “And stop this madness!”

Harry began hissing at the snakes and Nott took advantage of Harry’s distraction to grab Draco’s arm.

“Draco! She poisoned you! Don’t you want to teach them a lesson? What’s gotten into you?”

“Granger didn’t poison me, Nott! It was-“ but the boy never finished his sentence as he fell over, stunned.

Nott staggered under Draco’s sudden weight. He hadn’t noticed that Pansy had surreptitiously sent the Stupefy. Several students were still hexing one another in the destroyed space and hadn’t noticed the arrival of Draco or Harry. It would have been easy to assume that one of those spells had hit Draco.


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The Stag roamed through the castle in search of Professors Snape and McGonagall as instructed. However, it became quite clear to the rest of the student body that something was amiss in Gryffindor.

The shaking walls and the blinding white light alerted the Hufflepuffs to the danger as the Stag roamed past.

Ernie, Hannah and Susan had wandered out in the Great Hall, trying to find out some information to relay back to their terrified housemates. Professor Sprout had been caught in a vicious battle between her Devil’s Snare and some Snap Dragons in her greenhouse, who were disgruntled at all the commotion. She had been unable to comfort her students.

The three Hufflepuffs gaped at the huge Stag, who bounded past them towards the dungeons.

“Isn’t that Potter’s Patronus?” Ernie asked, staring in awe at the huge beast. “Perhaps he is in need of some assistance! There has been quite a lot of noise coming from the Gryffindor area!” He turned excitedly to Susan and Hannah. “Maybe Death Eaters have stormed the castle and are fighting now as we speak!”

Hannah’s eyes widened and Susan let out a gasp. “We were in the DA! We’ve been trained up! Maybe we can help! Alert the others! The Ravenclaws too! We’ll help them!”

Ernie rushed towards their common room and shouted into the room. “Justin! Gryffindor needs our assistance! Potter has sent a Patronus!”

Justin needed no prompting. He bolted through the exit, wide-eyed. “What’s happening? Is Harry all right?

“Don’t know, but use your coin to summon Ravenclaw. I believe Lovegood still keeps hers with her. Potter has called and we will answer!”

He dashed off with Justin in hot pursuit as he fished his coin from his pocket. It was the coin that Hermione had made them back in fifth year for their secret DA meetings.

Some younger Hufflepuffs followed suit as their older house members sprinted off toward Gryffindor Tower. After several corridor twists and turns they heard shouting and the sound of hexes bouncing off of walls.

Ernie paused and the Hufflepuffs crowded around him. “We’ll wait here for the Ravenclaws. We may be outnumbered and we don’t know what’s happening yet.”

“Oi! Ernie!” It was Terry Boot, who was rounding the corner. Luna, Michael Corner, Padma and Anthony Goldstein ran behind him. “What’s going on?”

Justin pointed around the corner. “Gryffindor is under some sort of attack. Perhaps that is why the castle shook earlier. Harry sent a Patronus. He needs us!”

Terry nodded solemnly and the rest of the Ravenclaws looked angry. “Well come on then! We’re here to help!”

The Hufflepuffs nodded and soon the group rounded the corner, wands at the ready.

They were not prepared for the sight of the massive duel going on in the corridors surrounding Gryffindor.

The younger members of Slytherin and Gryffindor were involved in a ferocious battle of mild defensive spells. Everywhere one looked, pieces of robes, hair and even a body part or two dotted the floor.

Ernie caught sight of Ginny shouting instructions to a third year Gryffindor as she cast “Protego!” to block an “Expelliamus!” from a first year.

“What on earth-?” Hannah wheezed out, when she was suddenly hit with a “Rictusempra!”

“Hey!”

Suddenly the Slytherins turned to the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws and hexes started whizzing past them. One caught Padma and Ernie and both went down.

Despite their youth, the Slytherins were excellent duelers. And somebody had been teaching them some rather advanced hexes.

Soon the hallway was filled with vastly outnumbered Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, battling at least twenty Slytherins. Justin and Ginny somehow ended up back to back, fighting their way into the common room.

Fighting their way to Harry.


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Severus nearly jumped out of his skin at the dragon-sized Patronus that stuck its head into his quarters. He had been busy searching more texts trying to find some sort of solution to Harry’s blood infection.

“You are needed in Gryffindor Tower, Professor Snape. There is a battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor.” It stated calmly.

Severus set his mouth in a thin line of annoyance. He shut the book with a bang and strode quickly after it, knowing full well that Potter had cast this monstrosity of a creature. Things were deteriorating faster then he had anticipated.

As he reached the Great Hall, he saw Minerva and Pomona, who were now gaping at the fading Patronus. They had just entered through the doors. Pomana was covered in dirt, cuts and bruises and her hair was all askew. Minerva turned towards Severus, her face pale.

“There’s trouble in Gryffindor. Have you seen Remus?”

Before he could utter a contempt filled response, Remus’ voice came from behind him. “I’m here.”

Minerva nodded and rushed for the stairs. “We need to find out what’s going on in Gryffindor. Apparently Slytherins have…visited.” She eyed Severus with a disapproving glance. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond.

The teachers reached the corridor outside of Gryffindor and all stared, aghast.

The corridor was still full of dueling and fist-fighting students. More students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had joined the battle and the remaining Slytherins who were not hexed, still fought valiantly in the name of their kidnapped and poisoned leader.

Students lay about in the hallway, many giggling from fits of laughter and legs jerking from the Jelly Legs Jinx. Hair and skin were every shade of color and several small animals hopped around, no doubt transfigured from older students. There were more ominous spells at work as well; a boy had a pair of arms growing from his stomach and one Ravenclaw’s eyes had disappeared.

A spell from inside the common room shot out and hit the Fat Lady’s severely damaged painting. With this last indignation, the painting flew into the air and sailed down the hall towards them, almost decapitating a third year Slytherin. Remus and Severus’ wands were both out immediately as they both put up a Shielding Charm. The painting slammed into it and the frame broke into the several pieces.

“Minerva! Severus!”

The group turned quickly and saw Poppy hurrying towards them, out of breath. Professor Flitwick dashed behind her, his eyes wide.

“Mister Malfoy and Mister Potter are gone! I don’t know how Harry got out! I came to find him and half of Filius’ house is missing. What’s happening?”

A random curse struck Pomona. Her hair turned purple and daisies grew from the ends.

Poppy sighed. “Another House war?”

Remus shouted, “Severus and I will find Harry and Draco. I’m certain that this is all stemming from them somehow!” He ran forward with Severus on his heels, casting stunning spells on the closest students. They fought their way to the common room entrance.

Poppy had already moved forward to tend to the nearest injured student. Minerva, Pomona and Filius immediately set to work on stunning and containing the brawling children.

Blaise saw Theo struggling with Draco, trying to keep him upright. He blasted a snake out of his path as he headed over to give him a hand. Now that Nott wasn’t paying any attention to them, they were slithering all over the place, despite Harry’s Parselmouthed orders. They weren’t too picky about who they bit at this point.

Blaise grabbed Draco by the shoulder and pulled him up. Nott nodded grimly at Blaise, who he still hadn’t forgiven for consorting with Gryffindors. But he’d shown House loyalty by fighting along with the rest of Slytherin and against his former boyfriend. He’d been slightly redeemed.

Blaise flicked his wand at Draco, just as Nott fired off another hex. Draco instantly began to fight against Blaise, not knowing who was holding him.

“Get off!”

“Draco, it’s me! It’s Blaise, stop hitting me, you git!”

Draco craned his neck and recognized his friend. “Blaise! Pansy drugged me, not Granger! This is ridiculous!”

Blaise frowned and turned to look at Pansy, who was trying to help Daphne.

“What? She told us it was Granger! Why would she-“

“Blaise! She would do anything at this point to get back at me. I-look…just believe me. It’s not Granger, even though I’d love to hex her, but she’s actually innocent of this.”

The hissing had stopped suddenly and the room had gone fairly quiet. Both Blaise and Draco turned to look and saw Harry looking at them. Draco felt the same tense air he had felt before in the hospital wing. It seemed as though everyone was noticing it. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Ginny and Justin, who were both looking at Harry, still clearly adoring him.

Harry’s voice reached them. “Its here. Its…here…again.” He was staring at them, with such a frightful look on his face that Draco winced.

Harry started towards them and Blaise grabbed Draco’s arm. “What’s the matter with him? He looks…deranged.”

Draco didn’t know, but he suddenly didn’t want to find out. “I think we need to get out of here.”

He looked for Hermione, who noticed the fearful look on Draco’s face. She stood quickly and hurried after Harry.

“Ron! Somebody help me with Harry!” Hermione yelled.

Harry cried out again, doubling over in pain. “Its here…nooo…not again!”

Ron, who seemed to be the only standing Gryffindor, moved quickly to intercept Harry on Hermione’s shouted order.

Draco rushed forward to Harry, who appeared to be trying to stop himself from moving forward. The Slytherins watched in fear and confusion, not sure what was going on.

Draco stepped in front of Harry, as Ron and Hermione grabbed each of Harry’s arms. Harry was biting his lip so hard that he was drawing blood.

Draco looked into Harry’s eyes. “Harry? What’s wrong?”

Harry gasped out, “The demon…its here…in…him.” He could only nod towards Blaise, as Ron and Hermione were holding him.

Draco turned to look at Blaise. “How? How do you know?”

Harry moaned in pain again. “It left an offspring…a piece of itself…in him. That’s why he was sick…it wasn’t drugs. I can…see it…feel it…it recognizes me. It’s trying to re-connect.”

Hermione looked horrified and Ron choked out, “What’re we supposed to do? What’s happening?”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry then and looked him hard in the eyes. “You can fight this, Harry. You’re stronger then this. We are going to be a family, remember?”

Harry smiled a weak smile and Draco ran his fingers in Harry’s hair, to the gasps of several of the Slytherins. Draco leaned in to kiss Harry’s lips but was interrupted by…

“NOOOO!”

Draco turned sharply and saw Ginny bounding her way towards him. “You can’t have him, Malfoy! You’re not taking him! You’re not! I hate you! I hate everything that you stand for, everything that you’ve ever done!!!”

Ginny was crazed and her mouth was a snarl of hatred. She looked hard at him and shouted,

“AVADA KEDRAVA!”

Remus and Severus finally arrived into the common room just as the curse left Ginny’s mouth.

The green light shot from the end of Ginny’s wand and hurtled towards Draco, who stood as if petrified.

“DRACOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO!”

Pansy appeared out of nowhere and pushed Draco as hard as she could. Draco flew forward and smashed his head against the hard stone of the fireplace hearth. Blood gushed forth like a faucet and he fell over, knocking the fireplace tools askew. He lay as if dead.

The green light missed Pansy by centimeters. She fell to the floor, shrieking. “Draco! Draco!”

Hermione turned and gaped at Ginny, who looked as shocked as everyone else. Both Slytherins and Gryffindors began shouting about what had just happened. Hermione hurried over to Draco, letting go of Harry to check and see if he was in fact, still alive.

Pansy rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up. “You almost killed him, Weasley!”

She aimed her wand at her. “CRUCIO!”

The spell hit Ginny and she fell over, shouting and writhing. Ron came to life as his sister’s cries drilled into his head. He had been shocked into a catatonic state at hearing her shout the Killing Curse at Draco. His mum would never forgive him for letting Ginny get so out of control. He ran to Pansy and tussled with her and the wand.

“TAKE IT OFF, NOW!!”

Ginny’s cries echoed around in the room and Pansy just laughed and laughed, sounding horribly like Bellatrix Lestrange.

“EXPELLIMUS!”

“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!!”

Remus and Severus had to get control of this situation, now. Pansy’s wand shot into Severus’ outstretched hand and Ron’s feet clicked together as he fell over. Severus muttered an incantation and Pansy stepped forward, took the wand back from him and ended the spell. Remus removed Ron from the Body Bind. He immediately sat up and crawled to where Ginny lay whimpering.

Severus hurried over to Hermione who had helped Draco to sit up. He assessed his god-son’s injuries, while Remus kneeled down to help Ginny. The effects of the Cruciatus were particularly brutal.

No one noticed Harry until Blaise screamed.

Harry’s eyes had turned almost black and he was shaking all over. He snarled, sounding like some kind of animal, and he lunged at Blaise. Blaise shouted and tried to fend Harry off, but the boy was too quick. Blaise landed on his back, with Harry practically straddling him.

Harry reached down and slammed his fist into Blaise’s chest. Through his chest.

Hermione screamed as blood shot upwards, hitting Harry in the face and spraying everyone standing within the immediate area.

Remus jumped to his feet and watched in horror as Harry ripped into the Slytherin’s chest. Blaise uttered a horrible gurgling sound and weakly fought against Harry, who simply ignored the boy’s waving hands.

“It’s here. It’s here.” Harry kept mumbling.

Before Remus could even move, Nott, who was covered in Blaise’s blood, swung his wand towards Harry and shouted, “CRUCIO!”

Harry snarled in anger and he jumped away from Blaise and headed toward the other boy. The others gaped as the spell seemed to simply miss Harry or he was simply ignoring the pain. Theo stared in wide-eyed horror and then yelped in pain when Harry seized him by the neck and hoisted him from the floor with one hand. No one was for certain whose blood was dripping down Harry’s arms, Blaise or Theo’s.

The boy kicked and Harry tossed him across the room as if he were a rag doll. Nott hit the back wall with a sickening crack as his head slammed through the wall and he hung there, neck broken and his feet jerking.

Tracy and Daphne began screaming hysterically.

Remus ran to Harry’s side and grabbed him. “Harry!! What are you doi-“

He broke off as Blaise attempted to speak again. He quickly dropped down next to the dying boy. Remus’ wand moved so quickly that it was a blur.

“GET MADAM POMFREY!”

Millicent, who had been torn between fighting with her house and fighting with Neville, broke out into a full run to get the Healer.

Minerva and Poppy were just entering the room. Poppy saw Remus hunched over the Zabini boy and then Severus jump up and run to assist. She hurried over to them and all three set to work. Minerva cried out when she saw the Nott boy and she rushed to remove him from the wall.

Harry stood stock still, covered in blood, his eyes glazed over. He felt a hand on him and he turned slowly to look into the silver eyes of Draco.

Draco looked…broken. An emotion so raw and painful was suffocating him. He struggled to find the words.

“Oh…God, Harry. What have you done? To Blaise? To Nott? They were my friends…”

Harry looked confused for a minute, and then comprehension slowly dawned on him. “Draco…just…stay away from me! I’m horrible! I’m evil…oh…God! I don’t know how to stop it! I should be in Azkaban, my soul sucked out…oh my god!”

Draco grabbed him and tried to hold him, but Harry struggled against him. “Nooooo…let me goooo! I’ll kill you or someone else!! I can’t go on like this, Draco. I can’t! I’ll hurt you or Hermione or my friends…no one can help me!”

Severus shouted over them, “Draco, Blaise is asking for you! Come here!”

Draco whirled around and his shoulders sagged. Harry pulled away from him. Draco looked back at Harry for a moment, and then walked over to Blaise. He knelt down next to him and took his hand.

Harry watched the scene and then saw his housemates looking at him. Most were staring at him in fear. Harry backed away from their accusing eyes. He bumped into someone and he turned.

It was Justin.

“I love you more than myself, Harry. I can’t bear to watch you in pain any more.”

Justin made a movement so quick that Harry wasn’t sure what had happened. Then he felt the pain.

He let out a choked sound and stared at Justin in disbelief. “Justin…?”

Justin pulled him close and whispered, caressing him as a lover would. “Harry, remember I told you that there are those who will do anything…to keep you or make you happy. You won’t be mine anymore, but you won’t be his either.”

Harry choked again and Justin kissed him hard on the lips, tears streaming down his face.

Harry fell back and looked down at the fireplace poker that Justin had just stabbed through his abdomen. He coughed and blood came from his mouth.

“I’m sorry.” Justin moaned.

Harry fell to his knees as his blood poured from the wound. “It’s OK, Justin.” He whispered back.

Draco looked up from Blaise and saw blood pouring from Harry’s stomach. He jumped to his feet.

“Harry!! HARRY! HARRYYYY!!”

Remus and Severus both looked up. Minerva was tending to the hysterical Slytherin girls and hadn’t seen what had happened.

Draco ran to Harry just as Hermione reached him also. He grabbed Harry’s hand Harry looked at her first. “Hermione…I’m sorry. I love both you and Ron, OK? You both are my best mates. Tell Ginny that I forgive her.”

“Don’t talk like that, Harry!” She turned and shouted, “Help us!”

Remus practically climbed over Blaise’s body to get to them. He cast a number of spells to try and stop the bleeding. Harry coughed again and more blood flowed.

“Draco…love you.”

Harry’s head lolled to the side and he spoke no more.

Draco sat back on his heels and looked around at the remaining faces. Hermione was by Remus’ side, trying to help staunch the blood. Ron was trying to hold Ginny back, who was screaming and crying hysterically at the sight of Harry’s limp form.

Draco looked and his eyes found Justin, who was standing off to the side, staring at Harry. Their eyes met and Justin smiled lightly.

“In the end, I told you he’d choose me to give him what he wanted.”

When Draco was finally brought to trial, he would tell the Wizengamot that he didn’t remember what happened from that moment forward and for many months to come, because rage took over him. The court had to rely on others’ Pensieve memories of what happened next.

Draco stood up and the room began to shake, just like it had done earlier with Harry.

He pointed at Justin, his finger still and steady.

“MUDBLOODS! THE DARK LORD WILL FINISH YOU ALL. YOU’RE NOTHING! NOTHING!

AVADA KEDRAVA!”

Draco didn’t even have his wand, but green light shot from his body and hit Justin, sending the Hufflepuff flying several feet. He landed lifeless by the common room entrance; his body broken upon impact.

“Draco!!” Severus shouted, as he ran towards the Slytherin. “What have you done?”

“Vengeance is upon you, Mudbloods!”

Draco bolted from the common room at a full sprint before anyone could stop him.

Severus followed but Minerva stopped him. “Severus! We must tend to the others! We will deal with Mister Malfoy later!”

“Minerva, I have to find him! This-“

The fireplace roared to life and all heads turned, except for Poppy, who was still trying to save her charge’s life.

Dumbledore stepped out of the flames.

“It would seem that I have arrived just…as they say…‘in the nick of time’.”