Hot Spots

Rated: R just for fun

A/N: Please don’t kill me for not letting you see what my pet looks like last chapter! It was just too fun to resist the cliffhanger. I swear you will meet her in this one *ducks the flying bricks*

Chapter 7

“Prefects if you would please escort your students to their respective common rooms. I am quite sure the teachers would appreciate it.” Dumbledore said in a quiet voice which resounded over the silent Great Hall. There were rustlings of clothing and the footsteps of the students skittered away.

“Minerva. Severus.” Both teachers looked up at Dumbledore. “I want you to keep a close eye on the students who visited my office a couple days ago. We can’t let either Harry or Draco come in contact with our,” He stumbled for the right word. “…Our unexpected guest.” The two teachers nodded and with one last look at each other went swiftly to their houses.

She moved down another hallway. Always heading up, following that sense of contact. She had felt him in the huge room where she had been thrown, but there were too many others there for her to stand up and see him. She came to a corner.

‘Left one or right one?’ She wondered. She walked a bit to the left. ‘No not this way.’ She turned back and headed down the right corridor and up another flight of stairs. In the beginning of her journey she noticed that the pictures here had tiny little minds.

They were easy enough for someone like her to bypass. She simply made them think there was something far more important to look at while she slipped by. Then she came to the portrait of a very fat woman sitting in a chair. ‘Hmm, the trail goes through her.’

“How do I get in?” The fat lady jumped.

“You….you say the p… password.”

“And what is the password?” The fat lady whimpered.

“I cannot tell you.”

“Oh,” She replied pulling out a small black dagger. “I believe you can.” She caressed the painting’s face with the point of her dagger.

“It….the password is Intelligence.”

“How fitting since you showed so much of it tonight.” She went through the hole on the other side of the portrait while erasing the mind of the fat lady. The room she walked into looked like any student’s perfect getaway.

Huge fluffy couches and chairs were scattered everywhere, a big fireplace, tables for homework or games, and two little stairways one on the right side of the room and the other to the left. She did not waste any time going up the left staircase. She went down the short hall until she reached the last door at the end. She opened up the door and almost skipped to the bed in the corner by a window.

‘I know this place. The one who was with me in the village was in a room just like this.’ She heard the portrait swing open and many young voices speaking about a ‘strange happening’. She heard them talking about a He Who Must Not Be Named. She smiled as she crawled up the wall and lay on the ceiling above the canopy of her contact’s bed. Humans were so silly when they were dealing with something they didn’t understand.

Harry was tired. He stumbled out of his clothes and put his pajama bottoms on not even bothering with the shirt. He fell into bed unknowing of the presence above him looking at him in amusement. The rest of the boys felt strangely tired as well and each dropped off within five minutes.

‘Mesmerize never worked so well on my people.’ She looked at her contact. Carefully she dropped from the painted ceiling and attached herself to a bedpost. She leaned over the prone figure and scrutinized his sleeping features. ‘He is a pretty one.’ His brown almost black hair was spread over his pillow in a messy mop. She ran her fingers through it and drew back slowly when he moaned the moonlight giving his features a serene outlook.

“Harry.” She said softly liking the name coming of her tongue. She climbed into his bed.

Harry had almost fallen into a deep sleep when he felt someone brush his hair. He was more aware when he heard a soft voice saying his name. He was completely awake when he felt that somebody climb into his bed. He opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw.

“Draco? What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” Draco climbed over Harry and straddled him. Harry cast a silencing charm around his bed.

“What do you want Draco?” Harry could barely keep his voice under control well aware of the fact that he was getting hard with the other boy on top of him. Draco bent down and kissed one of Harry’s nipples. Harry could not stop himself from moaning. He felt Draco smile against his chest as he kissed his way over to the other nipple nuzzling it with his mouth.

“You like that?” He asked with a small smirk on his face. Harry froze.

“Get off of me. You aren’t Draco!” Harry scrambled to the headboard as far as he could. Draco had a confused expression on his face before he melted into a completely different person. Harry stared in wonder. The girl…no woman on his lap was extraordinary. She had long black hair that went down to the middle of her back, black eyes with no whites at all inside them, lightly bronzed skin that almost seemed to glow. Her clothes were nothing he had ever seen before.

She had on a black shirt made up of straps and buckles that did not go down anywhere near her waist. It showed off a very trim stomach and a belly button ring made of some black stone, yet it covered her arms entirely, even covering most of her hands. Her black pants hung low on her hips held up by a studded belt. Straps dangled from the waist of her pants. The straps held tiny throwing stars and various other pointy objects.

If Harry had not known any better he would have guessed her to be just another gothic type on the street. The only thing that made her anything less than amazing were the scars that covered her skin everywhere it was showing even on her elfish face and pointed ears. She waited while he finished his examination.

“How did you know?” She asked.

“You didn’t have the same look in your eyes like Draco does when he looks at me.” She chuckled.

“You are very observant.”

“I hate to break the mood and all this, but who are you and why are you on my bed?”

“My name is not important. I am on your bed because I felt you before I was thrown into my prison. I only felt the other one after I was caught.” Her eyes narrowed in contemplation and she missed the look of confusion on Harry’s face.

“Caught?” Harry looked at her questioningly.

“We can get into that later.” With that comment she lay down beside him and nestled herself into his side. She reached up and drew a circle on Harry’s cheek with her finger. He immediately fell asleep.

Chapter 8

Harry felt the warm body behind him and the arms attached to that body holding him close. He smiled, remembering Draco’s appearance last night. He opened his green eyes to a still darkened dorm room. Then the realization of what actually happened crashed into his fantasy world. Cautiously he turned himself over to look at the woman in his bed.

“You were thinking about him.” She stated as a matter of fact. Harry could not bring himself to look into her eyes. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. He is a rather nice looking male.” Harry smiled at her weakly.

“Draco…he doesn’t even like me. I doubt he is even gay.” Harry glanced to the side of his bed with a quick wince. “You still haven’t told me your name.” His voice was petulant and sleepy, a combination no one could resist.

“You can call me Viper.” Her lips twitched with laughter.

“Viper? What kind of name is Viper?” Harry raised his eyebrows at his dark haired guest.

“It is my name. Viper Sadi, in my language it means painful death by poison.”

“Lovely.” A small chuckle escaped her mouth at his sarcasm.

“Back to your unknowing mate, I have seen into his dreams. Though he does not yet realize it no female will ever be able to arouse his passion.” Harry glanced back at Viper wanting to ask her about her scars and why she was here.

“They are for sins committed.” Viper grimaced tracing the one on her cheek. “From a world that is too far for you to be concerned with.”

“I don’t know if I like you reading my mind.”

“I am not reading your mind. I could see the question in your eyes.”

“Draco?” Pansy purred as she drew her arm across Draco’s naked body. “Is something wrong? You haven’t responded to anything I have said or done tonight.”

“Maybe you should take that as a hint that I am not interested in you anymore.” Draco’s response came across the pitch black of his room. “Why don’t you try leaving and see my response to that?” Pansy looked hurt not that it mattered much since the room was in almost complete darkness.

She slipped out of Draco’s bed and stumbled to the door blinded by the lack of light and her tears. There was a brief sliver of light as she opened the door then again all was black. Draco sighed as he laid head on his pillow. ‘I wonder who Harry has in his bed tonight.’

The morning saw Harry still lying in bed. He watched in fascination as his dorm mates seemed oblivious to the fact that he was awake.

“It is Saturday morning.” He looked at Viper’s half closed eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” A mischievous smile slid over Viper’s mouth.

“I could suggest a couple things, but seeing as it would require me turning back into that blond I have a feeling you would rather wait for the real thing.”

Harry shifted into a sitting position watching Ron look over at his bed in mild concern before closing the door quietly.

“Do they think I am sick or something?”

“They believe you are simply asleep.” Viper replied opening her eyes. She had felt a small surge of power and the static caused by it woke her immediately.

Harry’s scar started to burn. His cries echoed through the dorm. Viper jumped and took hold of his shoulders and melded her consciousness with his. She saw a dark stone room with candles placed around the walls.

In the middle of the room was what she supposed was left of a human female. Blood soaked the table and the floor around it. Standing at the head of the table holding the female’s head was a snakelike figure. She felt that Harry knew him and hated him.

The figure spoke, ‘I will find the one you have attached yourself to. Nothing will save her!’

Suddenly Viper was pushed out of Harry’s mind so violently that she almost fell out of the bed. She raised her eyes to look at Harry. He was pale and breathing hard almost as if he had just run a marathon.

Viper narrowed her eyes. ‘He will not succeed.’

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Draco woke up sweating. ‘Must have been a nightmare.’ He got up and felt dizzy enough to plop back down on his bed again. ‘Or then again maybe I had one too many to drink.’

He finally saw straight enough to stagger into the bathroom shedding his pajamas as he went. He turned on the shower and stood underneath the warm water. He felt a hand go around his waist.

“Not now Pansy.” He said rather sharply.

“I’m not Pansy.” Draco started and tried to turn around but the grip around his waist was like iron. He felt movement behind him and all went black.
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“Come on Viper it isn’t going to hurt you.” Harry begged. Viper looked at the contraption in front of her warily.

“You are telling me that I stand in that little room and I get clean?”

“Well you have to turn it on first.” Harry sighed.

“Let me show you.” He walked into the shower stall and turned on the water until it was at perfect temperature. “There.” Viper approached the falling water.

“I do not smell magic on it.”

“That’s because it isn’t magic, just plumbing.” Harry grinned at the confused expression on her face.

“Here goes nothing.” Viper jumped into the little stall and stood under the water. Harry collapsed in laughter.

“You are supposed to take your clothes off first!”

“That would have been more useful earlier.”

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Ron and Seamus were mystified. They were standing outside the bathroom door listening to Harry laugh like he had no worries.

“I wonder who or what is making him laugh like that.” Ron said wistfully.

“Hey as long as it makes him laugh it can’t be a bad thing.” Seamus took Ron’s arm and dragged him downstairs for a game of chess.

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Viper stepped out of the shower dripping wet.

“Here.” Harry said turning around to hand her a towel.

“There is no need.” Viper called as she burst into flame. Harry gasped and scrambled for his wand. By the time he turned around with it in his hand Viper stood there not a hair out of place and as dry as she was before she went into the shower.

“How…how did you do that?” Harry couldn’t help stuttering.

“I guess I have some explaining to do.” Viper tilted her head towards the common room. “Maybe it would be better if you introduced me to them as a student here so I would not have to explain my presence many times over.” Harry looked towards her wearily.
“It would be easier if we just told them the truth. I trust my housemates.”

A/N: So how do you like her so far? Please review. It makes me happy. I write when I am happy! You finally met my pet and got a little Harry/Draco action even if it wasn’t really Draco! As always I love getting reviews. I live for your reviews!