Paralyzer

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A/N: Hey all, its that time again, time for another update. And this is a special update, inspired by my good buddy Vampirekisses **huggles** who made me snort hot chocolate when I read her idea, but was too shy to write it herself. Give her the props she deserves people! And without further ado, I give you chapter 5!



Chapter 5 “Because I’m…..Princess tutu!!”



“I could get used to this,” Harry was thinking the next morning, his shoulder deliciously numb from his favorite redhead using it as a pillow, the only problem was she was latched on quite tightly to the rest of him as well, as if he were a giant body pillow or something, and he needed to get up. Someone was knocking on the door. He tried to gently disentangle himself from Ginny’s arms and legs, but she gripped tighter and snuggled into his chest.



“No…My teddy…” she mumbled in her sleep. He rolled his eyes, stretched to reach the kicked off blanket and cover them. “Good teddy.”



He glanced down and saw that she was smiling, so obviously not asleep, so he pulled the blanket over her head with only a slight rolling of eyes and called out, “Yeah?” to the person at the door. The door opened a crack and Remus’s face appeared around the corner, smiling sleepily at Harry. “Hey Remus, come on in, I’d get up but I’m kind of stuck.”



“Ginny sleep over?” Remus asked studying the oddly misshaped lump under the covers. Unless Harry was suffering the effects of a spell gone awry, the answer was obvious, especially when he caught a glimpse of fiery red hair poking out from under the blanket. “Does Molly know?”



“Not exactly……” Harry said guiltily, managing to disentangle himself enough to slide up against the headboard into a sitting position. “You uh…won’t tell right?”



“And have Molly decapitate us all for letting you defile her darling daughter under our noses? I think I’ll pass, thanks,” Remus sighed, “But she is still in school Harry….”



“I’m 17 as of this August,” Ginny yawned from under the blanket, “TECHNICALLY, I’m a legal adult.”



Remus raised an eyebrow, “Technically you still live under your parents’ roof so technically you still have to abide by their rules.” He directed this to the body shaped lump under the blue comforter and ignored the feminine hand that came out of said comforter and made quite a rude and un-lady like gesture in his general direction. “Watch it young lady, I’m apparently your new charms teacher, I’d hate to have to take away your head-girl privileges.” He warned lightly and the hand shot back down under the covers.



“Sorry Professor.” Came the meek reply and the human sized lump seemed to curl into a ball.



“Apology accepted,” Remus smiled and hid a yawn behind his hand. He was still quite pooped from last night’s mental exercises. “Harry, Sirius wanted me to come down here to let you know that we’ll be leaving in an hour. For some reason he turned bright red at the prospect of coming to tell you himself, did something odd happen last night while I was asleep?”



“Other than Dumbledore coming to offer us jobs at Hogwarts at the last minute?” Harry asked, though he too was rather red in the cheeks.



“Yes, other than that.” Remus said, glancing again at the Ginny-lump that shrunk some more. Neither Harry nor Ginny said anything though and Remus shook his head, “Ah….see, this is why I knock…never know what you’re going to walk into in a teenager’s room….” He muttered. “Anyway, you’ve got an hour, and then we need to get to the school. Dumbledore popped in a minute ago to tell us he moved the meeting up to 10 AM so we could all get to know each other. So get dressed, send Ginny on home and then come to the library. We’re going to floo over.” Remus grimaced a little.



“Alright,” Harry said, smiling a little at the werewolf who shared his dislike of the popular wizard mode of transportation. “I’ll be down there soon.”



“Mmhhmm….Ginny, you be sure not tell anyone about Dumbledore’s visit last night, he’d hate for his little surprise to be ruined I’m sure….” Remus said as he left in search of coffee. Mental blocking of the beast within was exhausting and he had been detoured by Sirius on his way to the kitchens to deliver this little message. Silly Sirius, to be embarrassed over something as commonplace as two young people doing the naughty, didn’t he remember being a teenager? Remus smiled to himself and decided maybe an hour would be long enough to remind him, at least a little.



“Like I’m stupid enough to let it slip that I was here last night instead of at Charlie’s,” Ginny snorted once the door had snicked shut, still under the blanket. Harry slid further up along the headboard, obviously preparing to stand and do as requested by Remus, which would be getting dressed and sending her home, but she had a better idea, which presented itself quite clearly when she uncurled herself. Since Harry was sitting up, this put her face roughly in the vicinity of his thigh, and it would be an easy matter to lever herself up a bit and take care of his morning problem for him.



“Ginny, what are you….” He started when he saw the blanket move near his waist and then, “…oh….” When soft lips gently kissed the tip of his half-hard and now getting harder cock. “mmmmm….” he moaned as those lips moved down his shaft, accompanied by a talented tongue, “Ginny I really don’t think we have…..oohhhhh……” a hand on his cock had replaced the lips and tongue which now focused instead on his sack, tongue massaging and lips sucking gently at his balls. “Gods,” he groaned, his hips rising against the hand slowly traveling up and down the length of his now completely stiff rod, thumb rubbing the sensitive head until precum began to leak from the slit. Then Ginny switched again, eagerly lapping at the pearly bead of salty sweet liquid and swirling her oh so talented tongue in the same pattern her thumb had vacated. She had to use those hands to hold his hips down as she took his thick length into her warm wet mouth and began to move up and down on him, and again when she moaned as Harry’s hands tangled themselves in her mane of red hair to encourage her to go faster and deeper. She obliged of course, relaxing her throat and moaning again as she took him in entirely. Harry answered her moan with one of his own as the vibrations around his cock and the feeling of her sweet lips at the base pushed him over the edge. She swallowed down every drop he had to offer and licked his cock clean before pushing herself up to kiss him deeply and snuggle happily against his chest.



“Morning Harry,” she said cheekily, grinning from ear to ear like the cat that got the canary.



“Uh huh….” He managed, “Morning.” Ginny giggled and snuggled closer as he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her. “Yep, I could definitely get used to this.” He muttered.



“What?” Ginny asked, looking up at him.



“Nothing Gin…I guess I better shower and stuff….” Harry sighed, thoroughly unwilling to leave.



“Good idea, a shower would be lovely,” she beamed, getting up and out of the bed and sauntering over to the adjoining bathroom in nothing but the short shirt she’d borrowed from him the night before and had apparently pulled back on before falling asleep. Harry watched, head titled in appreciation as she stretched her arms above her head, showing that she had negelected to pull the boxers back on as well. He was a little embarrassed to be caught staring when she looked over her shoulder through the circle of her upraised arms “Well?”



“Well what?” he asked, forcing his eyes to move up away from her perfect ass and to her face.



“Aren’t you going to join me?” Harry grinned and was out of the bed in a flash. Needless to say, he was a little late getting to the library, but so were Remus and Sirius. All three wore the same look of dazed satisfaction, and was it just his imagination or was Sirius walking a little stiffly?



“You ok Sirius?” He asked with a grin, making his godfather blush. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.



“Right then, let’s go, can’t keep the old coot waiting….” Sirius said, quickly crossing to the fireplace and throwing in the emerald powder. “Hogwarts, Headmaster’s Office!”



“After you Harry,” Remus said, gesturing to the fireplace once the flames had resumed their normal orange color.



“Oh no, after you,” Harry insisted. If Remus went first at least Harry would have a soft landing.



“No, no, you first,” Remus said, obviously thinking the same thing.



“Oh for goodness sake, I’ll go first,” Ginny said, showing up dressed in more of Harry’s clothes, rolled up at the knees and elbows to fit her.



“Ginny! I thought you were going home!” Harry said. He’d been in such a hurry to get down to the library he hadn’t had time to see her off.



“I was, but then an owl came in with a note from Dumbledore telling me to go with you all to the school. My ‘attendance is requested, post haste’ apparently.” She said, waving the parchment with the tell-tale silver scrawl. “So, if you’ll excuse me,” she strode past them and picked up a handful of powder, repeating the same as Sirius. Remus and Harry followed after a quick game of rock paper scissors that Remus lost.



Harry, as usual, stumbled as he exited the floo and was gripped tightly around the forearms to keep him from falling. “Thanks Re….” he stopped, blinking the soot from his eyes. It was not Remus holding him, not even close. “Malfoy?!”



“Ah Potter, graceful as ever I see,” Draco smiled and, oddly, winked as he released Harry. “You’re welcome.” He added with a raised eyebrow when Harry scowled at him.



“What the hell are you doing here?” Harry asked rudely, scanning the office for and finding his godfather, Remus and Ginny just off to the side. Only the first two looked surprised, Ginny just looked….well…guilty actually.



“The same thing you are I suppose,” Draco replied, shrugging, “Dumbledore asked me to be the Potions Master until Severus has finished finding his inner child or whatever it is he’s doing with that old goat.”



“Old goat? You wouldn’t be talking about me would you? It’s my brother that has an affinity for goats.” Dumbledore said as he entered the office, “Ah, Harry, you’re here, good. And Miss Weasley too, I see. Come along then, everyone else is already gathered in the teacher’s lounge….or most of them anyway.”



Harry nodded to the headmaster, and then saw that Malfoy was giving Ginny’s outfit a once-over and walked over to her, putting his still slightly sooty arm around her shoulders and glaring at Malfoy, daring him to say something, thinking (wrongly) that the look was because she was wearing baggy men’s clothes and that he would make some sort of snarky comment. Harry was still having a hard time believing that Malfoy’s nice attitude was anything but an act. He glared at the blonde.



“Oh knock it off Harry, you’re acting like an ickle firstie.” Ginny whispered, elbowing him lightly. “Draco’s….” she remembered just in time that she hadn’t quite gotten around to telling Harry that she was penpals with the ex-Slytherin and changed ‘my friend’ to, “probably put all that behind him, you should too. Isn’t that right MALFOY?”



“Indeed,” Draco said, noticing the pause and the exchange and giving Ginny a look. She shook her head slightly, but since Harry was too focused on glaring at Malfoy he didn’t notice it. Draco got the message though, and simply nodded his head in greeting to her. “It’s a pleasure to see you again Weasley, though your wardrobe today is a bit different. I seem to remember you preferring skirts to slacks, though you’d look fetching in just about anything, I daresay.”



“Why thank you Draco,” Ginny said with a grin and elbowed Harry again when he scoffed. “Be nice Harry.” She scolded.



“Sorry Gin.” Harry mumbled, but refused to relinquish his hold on her shoulders, “Come on, let’s go.”



Ginny rolled her eyes at the overly manly ‘my woman’ gesture, though to be honest it did give her a nice feeling too, not that she’d ever admit to it, free-thinking independent woman that she was, but let him lead her out of the room. She glanced behind her at Malfoy and mouthed the words ‘Later’ to tell him she’d explain when Harry wasn’t acting like a cave-man.



Draco nodded, amused with the whole thing really, and inclined his head to Remus and Sirius who had watched the whole exchange, ready to jump in if wands were drawn. “Professor Black, Professor Lupin, you look well.” He said politely.



“Ah…yes…quite…and you as well Mister Malfoy,” Remus recovered first, “or, rather, Professor Malfoy.”



“Oh, just Draco please. We are to be colleagues after all, are we not?” Draco smiled.



“Yes…I suppose we are, Draco” Remus nodded in agreement, “Then, you may feel free to call me Remus if you like.”



Draco nodded back, still smiling. Sirius huffed about as convinced with Malfoy’s nicety as his godson was, “Black will do just fine, Malfoy.”



“Of course,” The smile slipped only a little. “After you then, Black, Remus.” He said, motioning them ahead of him and following them down the stairs and through the hallways to the teacher’s lounge. Harry and Ginny were already seated around the long table, or rather, Harry was seated and Ginny was on his lap, as were Hermione, Neville, Bill and Oliver and the two substitutes Grubby-plank and Firenze and the half-giant Hagrid.



Dumbledore stood at the head of the table, “Gentlemen, take your seats please. We have three more joining us, they should be here momentarily, and then we can start the meeting.”



“No, you can start it now,” Said a feminine American voice over Draco’s shoulder, “I mean as soon as tall, blonde and beautiful here moves his well sculpted ass out of the way. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice view, but I didn’t come here to stare at the scenery ya’ know?”



“Yes you did,” grumbled a deeper male voice, “And I quote ‘Let’s go to England to check out the hunks’ end quote. Move kid.” This last was obviously directed at Draco who was already moving away from the door, taking the open seat in front of him. He twisted as he did to see the people in the doorway and blinked several times, as did everyone else. They were quite a sight.



The woman in the front of the group, and obviously the one who had commented on Draco’s derriere, was quite tall, at least 6’2 but a good portion of that was probably because of the silver ballerina laced stilettos she was balanced on. Above and under what every woman in his age group would refer to as ‘fuck-me’ shoes were silver fishnets, a star studded silver mini and matching waist cincher under which was a silver flowing poet shirt the sleeves pushed up past the elbows. Completing this flash back to the 80’s were black fingerless gloves and large silver hoop earrings (as well as many smaller studs). Her hair blonde hair was streaked through with metallic silver and was insanely long, and even though it was wrapped around several times before it was pulled through as a ponytail it still brushed her heels as she strode forward and threw herself down into a chair next to him with a wide wink of stunningly silver eyes.



Behind her were two others, a man, also quite tall but without the help of six inch heels, with brown shoulder length hair in a pony-tail, the front locks of which were loose and bright blue, wearing tight torn-at-the-knees jeans with two belts slung around his hips in addition to several chains on his belt loops. He was shirtless (and all of the girls in the room as well as some of the males were quite happily staring at his six-pack abs) but he had a leather biker jacket thrown over one shoulder.



His other hand was clenched around the back of the neck of the third person, a girl, steering her forward as if she were going to bolt. She was much shorter than her companions, perhaps only 5’5, and younger, only a teenager, whereas the other two were probably in their mid twenties. Her hair was short and black with purple streaks, pulled into ‘oops I did it again’ type pigtails on either side. Her whole outfit, except for the purple combat boots was rather Spears-esque, consisting of a purple and silver plaid mini skirt, purple leg warmers, a tiny purple tank top that showed off an amethyst belly button piercing, and a silver button down shirt thrown over it and tied up under gigantic breasts which had layers of necklaces over them. Her arms, as she beat at the man holding her neck, jingled with dozens of silver and purple bangles, and her ears had more holes in them than swiss cheese. She even had an eyebrow bar, though the attention was taken away from it by the purple eyes underneath. She must have been wearing contacts. Over all, this girl could never set foot through a metal detector and should probably stay away from strong magnets.



“Leggo Bob!” the purple one whined, “I just wanted to see if I could slide down the banister while the staircases were moving!”



“Fine,” the man named Bob said, picking the girl up by the scruff of her neck and depositing her in the seat next to the other woman, and then standing behind them, declining the third open chair.



Dumbledore was the only one not staring openly, obviously he knew these….people….and he smiled. “Welcome, welcome,” the old wizard beamed, “Did you find the place alright?”



“Well old man, it’s not hard to find a giant magical castle in the middle of a clearing,” The blonde laughed, “Though there does seem to be an abundance of castles in this country.”



“Yes, indeed,” Dumbledore laughed. “Would you like to introduce yourselves, or shall I?”



“Oh you go ahead, I know you want to,” the woman replied, swiveling in her chair so that her head was resting on the purple one’s shoulder and her feet were in the empty seat to her right.



“Very well then,” Dumbledore gave a little half bow to the woman, then looked around the table, “Everyone, this is Jemania Deshantz, her bodyguard Robert Thompson and her…uh…” he faltered blinking at the purple one.



“Companion,” Jemania supplied lightly, reaching up to pat the girl’s cheek with a flash of long silver nails.



“Her companion, Helga Nilsen. They’ve kindly agreed to take on the positions of Arithmancy, Astronomy, and Muggle Studies, respectively.” Dumbledore finished, inserting the supplied title for the sparkly purple girl who was waggling her eyebrows suggestively and blowing kisses at Bill and Oliver. “Jemania, Robert, Helga, this is Draco Malfoy for Potions, Bill Weasley, History of Magic; Oliver Wood, quidditch; Neville Longbottom, Herbology; Remus Lupin, Charms; Sirius Black, Transfiguration, Firenze, Divination; Wilhelmina Grubby-Plank, substitute; Rubeus Hagrid, Care of Magical creatures, Hermione Granger, Ancient Runes; Harry Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts. And the young woman sitting on his lap is Ginevra Weasley, our head girl this year. Our Head Boy, Collin Creevy, couldn’t make it, but you’ll meet him tomorrow. Since it is so unusual for all our teachers to be new staff, I would like the head boy and head girl to work VERY closely with the staff to make the transition smooth.” He said, giving the missing reason for Ginny’s presence. “Now then, on to business.”



And thus started possibly the most boring staff meeting the world has ever known. There was a lot of ground to cover, since more than half of the people around the table had never taught before, and Draco was sure his weren’t the only eyes drooping. Neville, he noticed, had fallen completely asleep, head propped up on one hand, eyes fluttering and snoring lightly. Dumbledore seemed not to care, but the woman, Jemania, was glaring at poor Longbottom rather fiercely.



“Excuse me Albus,” she said, swinging her legs around, standing much quicker then he would have suspected possible in such dangerous footwear, and storming around the table to stand behind the snoring Gryffindor. She stood for a moment, then bent down and bit Neville’s ear, hard.



“OW! Bloody Hell!” Neville jumped up hand over his ear, “What the fuck was that?”



“THAT was what you get for sleeping during a meeting,” Jemania said, already halfway back to her chair where she resumed her lounging position. “Sorry bout that Al, now that we’re all paying attention, please, go on.” Draco glanced over at Longbottom and saw a neat semi circle of red marks on the boy’s ear. He was very careful to stay attentive after that, and luckily there wasn’t much of the meeting left to pay attention to, just room assignments.



As head of Slytherin, Draco expected to be given Severus’s old chambers in the Dungeons, but apparently not. “Mister Malfoy,” Dumbledore said, “Severus seems to have put a few rather nasty security spells in his room and until we can contact him at his ashram I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with 3rd floor accommodations. I’ve already arranged it so that you’ll be able to keep an eye on your house and be there in moments in case of trouble through the floo and a few rather ingenious magic windows, so not to worry.” Draco nodded, this was fine with him since he didn’t particularly like the dungeons anyway. No windows. “Harry, you will also have a third floor room. I thought it would be best due to your blossoming relationship with Miss Weasley, if you were housed AWAY from the Gryffindor tower. Absence makes the heart grow fonder you know.” Harry and Ginny shared a grimace, but didn’t complain. “And that just leaves our overseas contingent, who will also be on the third floor.”



Hermione Granger, who was being made head of Ravenclaw, rose her hand, “Excuse me Headmaster, but there aren’t any teacher’s chambers on the third floor….” She pointed out like the know-it-all she was.



“Quite correct Miss Granger,” Dumbledore agreed, “But there are two quite large suites that the house elves have kindly remodeled to meet our purposes, adding an extra bedroom to each.”



“TWO suites, sir, so that’s four bedrooms?” Harry repeated, “But there are five of us.”



Jemania turned her silver eyed stare on him, “Well, naturally I will be sharing a room with my Bodyguard, so that he can….guard me.” She looked over shoulder and winked at Robert, “And Helga will have the other room in that suite, because I can’t stand being too far from my companion,” Again she patted the girl’s cheek, “So that leaves you and Mister Malfoy to share the other suite, with a room for each of you. See? No problems.”



“Exactly.” Dumbledore twinkled. “No problems at all. Unless, of course, either you or mister Malfoy object to sharing a living room.”



“As a matter of fact,” Harry started but was elbowed roughly by Ginny, knocking his breath out.



“No problems here Professor.” Ginny said brightly, “You Draco?”



“No, no problems at all.” Draco said, hiding a smirk by bending his head to shuffle together his papers. Can you say whipped?



“Good, then Harry, you and Draco will find your suite of rooms behind the painting of the Morrigan, Jemania, yours are directly across the hall behind the painting of Aphrodite.” Dumbledore said, nodding at them all. “Now then, I’m sure you all have a lot of preparation to do for the upcoming week, so you may retire to your rooms. Oh, and Miss Weasley, I’ve already alerted Molly to the fact that you are here, and she said she’d send your trunk along. I suspect the house elves have already placed it in the head girl’s room if you’d like to get settled. That’s all, dimissed.”



The girl, Helga, saluted and ran off, quickly followed (and caught) by Robert, but Jemania stayed behind, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco. Harry, of course, was scowling, Draco was smirking. “Well then boys,” she said, standing up finally and brushing off her skirt, “Would you mind leading the way to the third floor? I don’t know my way around this place just yet.”



“Of course,” Draco said, rising and smiling brightly at her, “It’d be our pleasure, wouldn’t it Harry?”



“Yeah, our pleasure,” Harry said, standing as well once Ginny hopped down from his lap. He bent and kissed her cheek, “See you soon?”



“Of course,” Ginny said, and then bounced off with a wave and a smile. Outside the room and a fair distance away from it she stopped and leaned against the wall, smiling a secret smile. Now that she’d seen them both in the same room together, she was absolutely determined to get them to bop each other (in the good sexy way not the violent kind) if only so she could be there to watch, though hopefully she could participate too. “Hmmm….” She sighed, imagining all the lovely posibilites. “And with that hunky Robert teaching Astronomy and big boob Helga teaching Muggle Studies…..this is going to be a good year I think.”



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Of course, Harry was not in nearly as good of a mood as his girlfriend was, nor did he know what she was planning. Instead, he was stuck with Malfoy of all people, who granted still wasn’t acting like his usual ass self shockingly, showing around an obviously crazy American woman. And He was going to be bunking with Malfoy too! Well….not really bunking, they’d have their own rooms supposedly, but still. Sharing living space with Malfoy was something he really wanted to avoid, especially once Draco’s true personality finally re-emerged. He didn’t know what kind of Happy pills the other boy was on, but they were bound to wear off eventually. And what was with Ginny being all friendly?



Draco was happy, for the most part, though amused might be a better word. Jemania was a hoot, completely crazy, very talkative, and somehow….he wasn’t sure how to explain it exactly, but there was something odd about the whole trio. The other two, Robert and Helga, had joined them on the second floor. Or rather, Robert had joined them with a protesting, kicking screaming Helga thrown across his shoulders like a fur wrap (he’d wrapped the jacket around his waist). He didn’t say much, just rolled his eyes a lot, and when he walked ahead of them Draco noticed two parallel scars running down his back from his shoulder blades.



Harry noticed them to, and winced. The wounds looked almost…fresh….but at least it explained why he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Those had to be painful, “I’m sorry, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get those scars? They look….”



“Nasty?” Helga supplied from her perch on Robert’s shoulders. She had stopped struggling and seemed to be enjoying herself now. “Well, ya see, Bob here is an Angel and….”



Robert shook her and she shut up. Jem sighed and gently touched a spot just above one scar. “It was an accident.” She said, glancing over at Draco and Harry.



Draco was silent, thinking the scars looked damn similar to torture marks, but Harry wasn’t going to give up. “An angel? Like, a Hell’s Angel? So it was a bike accident then?”



“Sort of,” Jemania said with a small nod. Finally they reached their respective portraits and Harry wanted to scramble through the opening behind the three headed goddess to his room, eager to be away from the strange woman. Draco, however, was brought up well and paused to make sure she made it into her room alright, and Harry refused to be shown up so he waited too. Robert went in first and dumped a giggling Helga onto a couch before storming off into an adjoining room and Jemania paused at the entrance of the room. “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?” she asked them with a brilliant smile.



Draco wanted the same thing Harry did, which was to get away from them into the safety of his own room, this trio simply exuded otherworldly oddness, he was fairly sure they weren’t human but not at all positive about what they really were, but he couldn’t bring himself to be rude. “Coffee would be lovely; I dare say I’ll need it since I’ll have to stay up all night making a lesson plan.” He said and followed her into the spacious suite, decorated all in blue, silver and purple. Clearly they’d already known ahead of time where they’d be rooming and requested these decorations. Harry followed with a sigh.



“How do you take it?” Jem asked, gesturing for them to sit.



“Ah, black, please.” Draco said, sitting on the edge of the midnight blue sofa. Harry nodded to show that he took the same and sat on the other end of the couch, as far from Draco as he could. She nodded and concentrated for a moment, then snapped her fingers and a mug of steaming black coffee appeared in front of them both. “How did you do that?”



“Oh, when you get to be as old as I am you pick a few things up,” Jem said loftily, sitting on the chair across from him and snapping up her own beverage which appeared frothy and covered in whip cream in her hands.



“You don’t look a day over 20,” Draco said truthfully, “So unless I’m going to be picking things up rather quickly in the next year or two, I highly doubt I’ll ever be able to snap things into existence.” He took a small sip of his coffee, which tasted exactly as it should. Harry’s sat untouched in front of him.



“Ha! What a flatterer you are! Don’t let Robert hear you hitting on me though, he’ll get mighty jealous.” Jemania winked then turned to Harry, “Coffee not to your liking? I could make tea.” She held her fingers up, ready to snap. Harry shook himself out of it, and shook his head, picking up the mug and taking a big gulp. It tasted like plain old coffee….so he took another drink. “How is it?”



“It’s delicious, thank you.” Harry replied, and it was.



Draco shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, it was quite good. “So where are you three from?” he asked to break the silence.



“California,” Jemania said. “Most recently anyway. We were in Japan before that. I’m a big fan of anime. Do you two watch it?” Harry’d seen a few episodes of course, when he was living with the Dursleys so he nodded, Draco hadn’t so he said nothing. “My favorite is this one about a girl who’s really a duck who’s really a princess, they have the weirdest storylines don’t they?” And so they talked back and forth for a while, finished off their coffee and excused themselves. Jemania beamed and waved as they left, both feeling a little strange, but that was probably to be expected in the presence of such a weird person.



Harry glanced around their new shared suite, noting that there were three doors, two of which opened onto bedrooms and the third onto a guest bathroom. The entire suite was tastefully decorated in silver and gold, and the bedrooms were done up in red and green respectively. “Well then,” Harry said unncessarily, heading to his own room, “I’m going to lie down for a bit until dinner…”



“You do that Harry,” Draco smiled then yawned, “I think I’ll do the same, so long as I can trust you not to hex me in my sleep that is.”



“I won’t if you won’t.” Harry said from his doorway.



“Deal.” Draco agreed, yawning again. Strange, coffee usually made him hyper, not sleepy. “Oh and Harry, I wish you’d put the past behind you, I have.” He added and then closed the door on Harry’s confused and flabbergasted face.



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Ginny finished unpacking, found a nice pair of capris and a floral tank top to wear and then decided to take a little walk around the grounds before heading off to find Harry. She wanted to give him and Draco some time to work through their issues, or at least touch on them. As she was rounding the corner near the Astronomy tower, she saw the strangest thing, and paused, blinking.



Standing in the window of one of the rooms was….well…she thought it was Harry, but he was dressed oddly in only a white button down shirt and his hair was sort of grayish looking. He was standing on the ledge, and then he reached out to pluck something from the air and fell.



“BECAUSE I’M……PRINCESS TUTU!!” Someone shouted randomly.



Even if it wasn’t Harry it was still scary to see someone plummet some 8 odd stories to the ground, but before she could do anything everything seemed to slow down and another person (probably the one who claimed to be Princess Tutu) in a white and pink tutu with a white feather head dress and a gold tiara was jette-ing across the lawn. Underneath the window the person stopped and began pirrouetteing around and around, and a thick bed of flowers sprang up. Ginny heard the faint strains of an orchestra playing the waltz of the flowers, and amazingly, the person in the window who had fallen was still falling.



Ginny ran as quickly as her legs could carry her as the person continued their slow descent in time with the music and Princess Tutu continued to spin. She screamed as the person fell into the bed of flowers and reached them just in time to watch the tutu’d one bend down and pluck the person up by the hand, a small bird cradled to his chest. Of course, the first thing that went through her mind was “how the hell is he not dead?” followed closely by, “Oh my god it’s Harry!” and then finally, “WHY THE HELL IS DRACO WEARING A TUTU?!”





A/N: Why they hell indeed? Find out next chapter ^^. Hope this satisfies your imagination Vampirekisses!