Harem Nights

A/N: You know..its amazing what being hyper at like 1AM can do to a person....because I only had like...the first four or five chapters planned...and now I have the rest! o.o Anyway enough of my random ramble...onto Chapter Three! Where you will be pleased to know...you find out stuff...and more Draco :3. Oh and someone dies! x.X

Warnings: M/M (Duh?) We\'ll keep it R.....But nothing dirty in this chapter... >D

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated in any way with JK Rowling or Harry Potter....if I were, there would be far less hetero action...and far more of the two hot main males! -shifty eyes-

Now...onto...Chapter 3...no Comments to Reviewers...cause I\'m damned lazy -.- .

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(Road to Encampment, Early Morning)

The thundering noise of a horses\' hooves hitting cold hard ground repeatedly echoed into the grey sky as a long rider raced his way along the slightly worn path, back in the direction he had come not but half a day ago. The rush of wind that the racing horse caused threatened to blow the rider off the saddle as he urged the black stallion to move faster. He had to get to the encampment with his message...Captain Wood had to know of the reinforcements that were coming. The guard had to hold out against Slytherin long enough for Lady Grangers\' forces to arrive.

The messenger cursed to himself as he looked back, imagining the thundering of more hooves against the ground. Atleast, that’s the way it should have been, but he had been unsuccessful in trying to convince the female Captain to leave with her troops any earlier than shortly after dawn....

*Flashback*

\"...but they could be dead by the time you get there!\" a discernably masculine voice argued with the brown haired Captain of the Icewings...a predominantly female brigade of soldiers.

\"I\'m not going to rush out there without the proper preperations.\" Hermione replied starting to exit the room as if that was all there was to say on the matter. The figure of the messenger blocked her path though a pleading look in his dark eyes.

\"But...Lady Granger.....Lives are at stake...\" he countered once more, his lips curling into a frown as eyes hardened in hopes of convincing her otherwise.

\"I\'ll not risk the lives of my soldiers\' by rushing haphazardly out to battle. We will leave shortly after dawn...and that is my final word.\" She crossed her arms over her chest her eyes piercing and sending a glare in the messengers direction that could kill, had eyes the power to do so.

\"If that’s the best I shall get...than I request the fastest horse, so I can deliver the news post-haste to Captain Wood.\" He sighed in defeat, though had yet to yield the way for Hermione to pass. He seemed to be rather stubborn in this last request. \'If I can\'t get her to leave now...than I will at least get there before they are attacked again.\' he swallowed a bit as he thought. \'I hope...’ he was brought out of his silent musings by the annoyed voice of Hermione.

\"Fine...now out of my way messenger.\" she pushed past him, flicking her hair over her shoulder as her boots made a distinct clack-clack sound against the tiled floor of the castle.

\"Well...that went well.\" The male rolled his eyes as he followed after Hermione. His destination was different however, while she headed to alert her soldiers\' of the order to move out...he was headed to the stables.

*End Flashback*

\"Damn stubborn woman...” the male on horseback muttered to himself as he loosed a hand on the reigns. With the free hand he pulled his cloak tighter about his body and spurred the horse to move faster. Feet squeezed into the horses\' sides as the rider also leaned closer to the stallions\' neck, in hopes of sheltering himself a bit from the wind. A protesting neigh reached the riders\' ears, but he cared not. Somehow sensing that the neigh would get him nowhere the stallion picked up pace, moving as swift as his muscled legs would let him.

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(Encampment)

A distant howl abruptly woke the two sleeping Captains\' causing them to sharply sit up, nearly hitting each other in the head in the process.

\"What...Wild dogs...here?\" Oliver shook his head, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. A yawn effectively emphasized the point that he had gotten far to little sleep for his liking, no thanks to a certain blonde who sat next to him. \"Well...if its\' just dogs...\" he began to suggest going back to bed but his suggestion was cut off.

\"No..not dogs.\" Cedrics\' voice broke through the chill of the dawn. \"The alarm! The guards have spotted the enemy....” he turned to face the other. \"Damn them.\" He cursed, his voice little more than a hiss. Blanket was roughly thrown aside as both men stood, scrambling about the tent for their discarded clothing.

\"I hope we\'ve enough time...\" It was Oliver who had spoken. \"I\'d hate to lose...when we\'re so close to beating the bastards.\" He pulled his tunic hastily over his head. He was reaching for his sword, back turned to Cedric, when said males\' voice stopped him as fingers encircled the scabbard.

\"Dressed like that Captain...\" Cedric called out, his tone as serious and formal as he could muster, considering he was staring at Olivers\' bare ass. \"You\'d scare away the entire Slytherin army.\" he paused, tying the front to his trousers and reaching for the pair that belonged to his lover. Chucking them unceremoniously at the dark haired man he said between laughter. \"Put some pants on....” before he went about strapping his belt about his waist, sword settling at his left hip.

\"I don\'t think this is the time to be silly...\" Oliver said pointedly as he turned about just in time to catch the pair of trousers with his face. Plucking them off the ground where they had landed he put them on hastily, before strapping his own sword to his hip and rushing outside the tent. Cedric wasn\'t to far behind him and it wasn\'t long before a soldier clad in black and yellow joined them.

\"News from the Guard. Apparently Slytherin forces became impatient, they march upon us as we speak.\" the sandy blonde haired soldier reported, catching his breath as he did so. The two Captains\' shared a look that clearly said they would likely need a miracle to get out of this alive. Little did they know that a miracle was indeed departing the Gryffindor Capital this moment....but would that miracle arrive on time?

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(Medical Tent - Encampment)

Harry was shook out of his sleep by a firm hand on his shoulder and the faint sounds of \"Harry...Get up...Harry...Come on!\" The voices sounded urgent. He knew he should get up, he recognized one of the voices as belonging to Fred...but his body wouldn\'t listen to his brain. It was all he could do to remain conscious, let alone open his eyes and force himself to move around.

George walked into the back of the tent just than, shaking his head at his twins\' failed attempts to rise the healer out of his sleep. \"You do it all wrong...\" He stated firmly as he came up beside Fred and knelt done. Placing his lips right near Harrys\' ear he whispered something into it, smirking as he stood up and stepped back, pulling his twin with him.

A few seconds passed with Harry still remaining sprawled across the cot that he had passed out on. His raven locks fell into his eyes as his mouth fell open just slightly, his chest rising and falling with each slow and steady breath. Fred turned to George his arms crossed over his chest, mouth agape to speak. He was cut off though as his lips were met with a forefinger. \"Shh...\" George hissed out, his eyes still watching Harry, as the comical part had yet to come.

Another minute passed in silence. Freds\' face held a look of extreme skepticism as his twins\' held one of anticipation. Silence went on between them, as both sets of eyes were glued to the single black haired male on the cot. The silence was almost deafening and Fred was had to turned around and leave, seeing as how they had wasted enough time in here and were needed elsewhere when a muffled scream filled the air of the tent. Immediately turning back, afraid that some harm might have come to Harry he was shocked at the sight he met. Emerald eyes met his own briefly, a sleepy look still within their depths, but for the most part the owner of those eyes was rather awake.

Harry sat up on the cot looking over to the two twins, meeting each one of their gazes for the briefest of moments before he pushed his legs over the edge of the cot and stood up. Hearing the noises outside, he for once put all formality aside as his head jerked toward the outside. \"What\'s going on?\" he asked as he fiddled with the metal bracer that was on his left arm. He stared at it a moment, wondering how he even came to possess one, considering he was a slave and therefore under normal circumstances unable to use magic.

He had been a special case though, he had been told. His magic was to strong to ignore and so despite his former Masters\' begging and pleading he was given the bracer and allowed to train in the use of magic. The bracer was really just a tool to harness the power already contained within the person. All magic really was, was power of the heart and a connection with the forces of nature. The stronger the connection, the stronger the magic. The bracer allowed for that connection to be contained, harnessed and manipulated by the wielder. Each bracer (Commonly called MHDs) was different, designed specifically for its\' owner.

Harrys\' own MHD was rather complex in design, when compared to others. The metal of the device traveled to mid-forearm. An intricate leaf pattern ran along the edges, breaking only where the metal broke into pieces where the wrist was, to allow movement of the wrist. The metal continued over the back of his hand, ending in a ring about his middle finger. Etched into the metal covering the back of his hand was a cross against a backdrop of flames. The metal that covered is forearm held another etching, this one of a phoenix, the fiery wings stretching out to the edges of the metal bracer. Holding the bracer onto his arm was crisscrossing, flat metal bars, forming two X\'s under his forearm.

A call from outside the tent brought him out of his silent inspection of the device he had set to memory. Bowing briefly to both of the twins\' he hurried out of the tent, to help with what he could. Many didn\'t know of his status as slave and so, upon seeing the HMD would give him a lot of space, so to speak.

Fred and George were quick on his heels, but the latter was held up by his twin when he felt a tug on the back of his shirt, keeping him back for a moment. \"We don\'t have time to waste...\" George protested, escaping from Freds\' hold but remaining where he was, looking inquisitively at his twin.

\"I just want to know what the hell you said to him....to make his get up...\" Freds\' eyes were set with a serious and intent look in them. Arms crossed over his chest as if the emphasize the severity of the question...which wasn\'t really all that severe at all.

\"What? Oh..I just told him if he didn\'t get up in the next couple of minutes I\'d make sure the first thing he saw was the two of us kissing...and groping....\" he paused as he let a shrug roll of his shoulders. \"In the nude.\" he added as he leaned forward, stealing a chaste kiss from his twin before striding off at a quick pace out the tent to find one of the two Captains.

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(Slytherin Castle -- Garden)

Lucius had requested the presence of Lindis and his daughter, Cho, for breakfast in the Garden. However, the two of them were late, as was his son, as he was still sitting here at the table set for four....alone. He remained composed though, straightening out his fine silver shirt and tucking a stray strand of hair behind is ear, twining it with a few other strands so that it would remain in place. Steel grey-silver eyes remained on the only entrance into this part of the garden. He heard footsteps crushing a few of the fallen leaves beneath them and remembering to keep his annoyance and anger out of his voice he prepared to greet his guests.

However, it was neither Lindis nor Cho who entered the garden, but his son Draco. \"So sorry to be late, Father...\" Draco muttered a quick apology as he calmly took a seat to the left of his father. Lucius took a quick assessment of his sons\' appearance and had to bite his tongue from yelling at the boy at just how under-clothed he was. Draco was wearing nothing by black slacks, with a emerald tie about the waist, which held his sword in place. Were it not for the footsteps he could hear in the distance, Lucius would have definitely scolded his son.

Lindis and his daughter entered the garden with a grace like no other. Chos\' dress of light blue shimmered softly in the light and shifted ever so slightly on her body, revealing just a little more of her olive skin than her father would have liked, as she took her seat across from Draco. A soft smile was given his way, along with a flirtatious wink. Draco returned the smile but chose to ignore the wink as his attention turned to Lindis.

Lindis was wearing simple garments and dark blue and gold. His eyes were almost as gold as the trimming on his vest and each gaze he sent toward Lucius caused the man to shiver despite himself. It was very obvious that this man had power...and knowledge of how to effectively use that power. He was not one to be toyed with. Lucius swallowed, letting a soft and easy smile fall onto his features. He intended to do just that with the Ravenclaw King.

\"So good of you to join us M\'Lord and Lady...\" Lucius started, with only a bit of spite lacing his tone. He mentally cautioned himself to keep himself in check in the future as a servant came and began to serve them hot tea and biscuits.

\"Yes, my apologies Lord Lucius...we got a bit lost as it were.\" Lindis smiled a genuine smile as he brushed a hand through his graying hair, eyes settling on the man across from him as if gauging his worth.

Lucius faultered under the gaze for only the briefest of moments before Draco saved him from further embarrassment by speaking up. \"Well yes, Slytherin does pride itself on having a large and expansive castle. It is no surprise you got lost.\" He paused, glancing at Cho from the corner of his eye. \"Though, you should ask for help next time M\'lord.\" he suggested easily, as he began to sip at his tea.

\"Of course...I will...If I am here that long.\" Lindis had shifted his gaze to Draco long enough for Lucius to regain his composure. The golden gaze fell upon the blonde ambassador once more and a chilling silence fell upon the group. It was broke when Lindis spoke once more. \"You know how I hate idle chatter. So let us get to the point of matters.\" he paused in his speech as he buttered a biscuit and took a bite. Once he was finished the tasty morsel of food he continued. \"Why do you want me to join you in war?\"

\'He does waste no time..\' Draco mused idly as he himself began to nibble at his biscuit, silver gaze tracking itself to his father, whom was sipping tea from the silver and gold cup cupped firmly in his hand.

\"That would be the question yes....The answer is simple, this whole truce was a joke.\" Lucius began, as he set his cup down gently and slipped into his diplomatic mode. It seemed his entire demeanor changed as he began to speak, confidence and pride filling his voice. \"It was only a matter of time before Gryffindor and Hufflepuff waged war on us. They both hate us with a passion, you cannot deny that. We could not just sit back and let them gather forces while we pretended everything was alright.\" There was a pause in his speech as he took another sip of tea.

Cho seemed rather uninterested by the conversation between her father and Dracos\'. Instead her eyes never seemed to leave Draco. They traced his form, every muscle, every curve of his chest. She imagined how those muscles would feel under a womans\' touch...more importantly...her touch. She let a seductive smile slip onto her lips as she stood and coughed, interrupting Lucius in his speech. \"My apologies, but I feel a bit ill...do you think Lord Draco could escort me back to my rooms?\" she let out another weak cough as if to emphasize her point.

Draco, upon hearing the words and immediately knowing the other to be bluffing shared a glance with his father. The look was enough to tell him he had better go. \"Of course, it would be my pleasure.\" He bowed to the two men at the table before taking the \'ill\' princess into his arms and carrying her out of the garden.

\"Do not worry Lord...your daughter is safe with Draco...\" Lucius assured the Ravenclaw as he as well watched the two disappear out of sight. \"Now..back to business?\" he asked, drawing the Kings\' attention back to him and continuing with his speech.

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(Slytherin Castle -- Guest Quarters)

Draco pushed open the door to the chambers Cho was using as her own in the time she was here. Striding purposefully over to her bed he set her down. \"There you are M\'lady.\" He made to step away, intending on summoning a servant to make sure she remained in bed and didn\'t roam about the castle. After all, she was ill and ill princesses needed there rest.

Cho had reached out though grasping onto his arm and with force he didn\'t realize she had, pulled him down onto the bed with her. Immediately she sat up, her hands on his bare shoulders beginning to gently massage them.

\"I thought you were ill Princess?\" Draco turned about to look at her quizzically, keeping up with his feigning ignorance act.

\"Oh..no..I just needed an excuse to leave...” the Ravenclaw princess replied as she leant down and began to kiss at the pale skin of the blonde Slytherins\' neck.

Feeling the soft contact of her lips to his skin he immediately jumped up and shook his head. \"No...What are you doing?\" he demanded, taking a step back. She followed though, matching him step for step and he soon found himself backed against a wall.

\"I\'m seducing you Draco…\" She purred out into his ear as her hand brushed tenderly through his hair, shifting the strands apart before it finally came to rest on the back of his neck. Her lips were scarily close to his and with a soft tug on the back of his neck they collided. She wasted no time in forcing her tongue into his mouth. Her free hand came up to draw idle circles on his chest.

As the shock finally wore off from being lip to lip with the female, Draco finally found his strength and pushed her back, a hand firmly gripping each of her shoulders. \"No...\" he said with some force behind his voice, but it wasn\'t enough to convince Cho. As she started for him again, once more he pushed her away, this time with enough force to knock her back a few steps. \"I said no M\'lady..\" he started to walk through the door.

\"But...We are to be married Draco!\" Cho called out, something close to desperation in her voice. Draco froze in his tracks, slowly turning around and setting a icy and venemous look onto the female. \"Do not speak lies to me.\" he warned before storming out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

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(Encampment - Battle!)

Harry took a staggering step backward as he set his gaze on the forces before him. Glancing to his left and than to his right he realized he had become alone somehow. He could hear the far cries of the battle in the not so far distance, but somehow he had managed to run a bit further way than he had thought.

\'Must have been when I was trying to save that young stable-boy\' he thought to himself as he once more set his eyes on the three approaching men. He stood little chance against them. His magic was already mostly depleted from his earlier efforts, in healing the wounded the night before and in protecting and occasionally attacking against the ever forceful Slytherin soldiers. He chanced a quick glance to the sky, gauging the time from the position of the sun. The battle had been going on for little over and hour already.

The three Slytherin soldiers, sporting their green and silver uniforms were descending upon him quickly. With what little powers he had left he held his right arm up in front of him. It was a last ditch effort. If this didn\'t work than he knew he was doomed. A spiral of gold and red began to form in his palm as his eyes closed. Wind rushed about him, causing his hair to fly upward and be blown back. The spiral in his palm formed into a ball, which grew in size as he continued to concentrate.

The three soldiers of Slytherin halted there advance, pondering whether to proceed forward and attack swiftly while Harry was still preparing his attack, or to retreat to a safe distance where they could go in and capture him after his energy was expended. Two of them backed away and ran, but the foolish third merely laughed at his comrades and began to move forward, rather quickly.

Harrys\' eyes shot open and pulling his arm back quickly he thrusted it forward, sending the ball of magical fire rushing straight at the foolish soldier who had decided to stay and fight. The flames encircled the soldier, licking at his flesh and devouring him until he was nothing but echoing screams and a pile of ash. Harry, having thought the other two had run farther away collapsed onto his knees, panting heavily. He didn\'t have time to react as he felt the hilt of a sword hit his head...his world went black as he slumped to the ground.

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As Harry was being dragged off by his captors a lone rider was approaching the battlefield. Foam was falling from the stallions’ mouth as the rider urged it onward, just close enough to see how the battle was faring. He was on a ridge, overlooking the encampment and watching the battle unfold below. \"Bloody hell...I knew she would be to late!\" the messenger pulled back on his reigns and turned the tired and beaten horse around. \"I must catch her on the road!\" He told himself, urging the horse to haste.

The stallion was just to beat though and despite the kicks to its side it managed little more than a trot. The messenger looked back, hoping no one had seen him while he was on the ridge, surveying the battle. The stallion he was riding on finally managed to bring himself up to a gallop but it was to little to late. A Slytherin Archer had seen the two of them. Loading an arrow into his bow he pulled the string back and took aim. Just as the rider and his stallion started to pull out into the gallop he released his hold on the arrow. The archer watched, ready to shoot another should the first one not fall is opponent.

The messenger had little time to think let alone react as he saw the arrowhead fly toward him. He barely managed to turn around when he felt the arrow land into his back and pierce through his heart. The stallion, feeling the slumped weight of his rider stopped and laid down, falling over sideway almost as he did so. It was than that the brave stallion died along side his rider, one from exhaustion the other, a cruel arrow to his back. Percy Weasley would never deliver his message to Hermione.

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End..of Chp 3 ;)! o.o I was going to put a little snippet about Draco at the very end...but it didn\'t seem to work...so...that’s it :D R/R ^^ Oh yeah...MHD= Magical Harnessing Device .....Cause I had to name it something....and my Brain stopped functioning when it came to that time..so it got a lame name....don\'t like it? Don\'t read xD