Revelations

A/N: I wrote Revelations and posted it in it's entirety. The A/N's on this are the ORIGINAL ones from when I first wrote/posted this. It is completed...but I've misplaced some of the middle chapters, so the posting may slow down briefly as I attempt to find them. Once I have them, the entire story will be re-posted for your enjoyment! ~ FA

A/N: Okay, a time-jump to Christmas for this chapter. Um...maybe a little Harry-Snape interaction, I'm not sure yet. Lots of Draco-Ginny here, though. It's plot-building, though, promise! I hope you like it! Please continue to review! - FallenAngel

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Draconis Aries Malfoy couldn't breath. He felt like a bludger had slammed into his stomach, full-force. Ginny Weasley walked down the Grand Staircase, wearing a mint-green, silk, Grecian gown. It was shimmery and flowing, yet clung and shifted alluringly as she moved. Her hair was piled on her head, in a cluster of curls, in the Grecian style. She wore a mint-green, half-mask that was decorated by silver glitter, raven feathers, and peacock feathers. It was secured to her head magically, a nifty little spell Hermione had found and shown her.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and Draco took her hand in his. "You look," He murmured, bowing over her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles. "Exquisite."

Ginny smiled cheekily, running the hand not held by Draco down the blonde's chest. "You don't look to bad yourself. Nice weapons."

True to the Ball rules about dates wearing matching costumes, Draco was dressed to match Ginny. He wore the white kilt and tunic of a Greek soldier, a sword strapped to the braided leather belt he wore. He wore sandals that criss-crossed up his calves, a small dagger slipped into the straps of the left one. His shoulder-length hair was loose. The two, thin braids on the left side, the small glass beads securing them, and the signet ring he wore on his right hand, all proclaimed his rank of general. He wore a plain white half-mask, also secured with magic.

Draco placed Ginny's hand on his arm and led her into the Great Hall. Haunting music played, candles and torches provided flickering light and shadows, and garlands of pine and holly decorated everything. Ginny looked around, awed, and Draco silently thanked Hermione Granger for not arguing when he'd suggested the decorations for the Masquerade. Being Head Boy had its advantages, even if his authority was shared with a bossy chit like Granger.

"Come on, let's dance." He led her onto the dance floor, then smiled down at her. "Can you waltz?"

She nodded and he swept her into his arms, effortlessly guiding her through the dance. When the hand he had at her waist slid around her back, pulling her closer, Ginny didn't resist. Instead, she let her hand go from his shoulder to his collar, shifting her body closer to his.

When the dance was over, Ginny smiled up at the Slytherin boy. "Can we take a walk outside, Malfoy? I understand there are warming charms on the garden that was conjured up..."

Draco nodded and they left the Great Hall. Once they were outside, Draco tugged Ginny onto a stone bench. "Why won't you call me Draco?" He asked bluntly.

"Because I'm being forced to date you." She replied honestly. "And while I admit that over the past month and a half of planning how to help Harry, you've been relatively nice...and while Herm says you're not all bad...I just don't like you enough to call you Draco."

The blonde stood up and turned his back on her, stating coolly. "I see. So I offer to help Potter despite the fact that it endangers my relationship with my godfather to do so, I manage to get along with Granger, I even tolerate the presence of your brother and Longbottom, all four of whom hate me by the way, and still I'm not good enough."

Ginny's mouth dropped open, then she flushed, realizing how stuck-up she sounded. "I'm sorry." She said sincerely as she stood and lightly touched his arm. "I really am. You're right. You've been loads nicer lately, and I'm being childish and holding a grudge."

With a swift sigh, Draco turned and lightly ran a finger over her cheek. "I'm sorry as well, for all the years I was a jerk." With a charming smile, he added. "I offer you a kiss as a token of my sincerity."

"A kiss?" Ginny frowned, her eyes narrowing behind her mask. "Why would you kiss me?"

"Because you're incredibly beautiful, we're standing in a moonlit garden, and I want to know what it's like to kiss you."

Ginny hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Alright, Ma...Draco. You..." she stopped for a second, then continued in a rush. "You can kiss me. Once." She added.

Draco smiled. "Then I'll have to make it worth it, won't I, Ginny?" He took her hand and led her deeper into the gardens, looking for the perfect spot.

After a few minutes, Draco stopped next to a beautiful fountain. He tugged Ginny into his arms. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms slid around her waist. He lowered his head slowly and pressed his lips against hers.

Warm and firm and wonderful, was all Ginny could think. Draco kissed harder, the added pressure causing Ginny's lips to part. His tongue slid slowly into her mouth, stroking lightly.

Ginny kissed him back, just as gently, just as sweetly. As her arms tightened slightly around him, he moaned softly, every nerve in his body screaming for more. Screaming for him to take, claim, possess. And still he kissed her slowly, making it her choice to take the kiss a little farther. To press herself a little closer.

After a few minutes, she pulled back. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were slightly glazed-over, and she was a bit breathless. She laughed softly. "Wow. That..." Another breathless laugh. "Yeah, that was different."

Draco closed his eyes for a minute, breathing slowly, trying to control the urge to pull Ginny back into his arms. "Yes," He replied when he felt more in-control. "It was definitely different."

She held out her hand to him. "Well, Draco, shall we go back inside? We need to put that plan into action, and all..."

Draco took her hand, smiling at her. "Of course. You remember what to do?"

She smiled back, nodding. "Of course. Let's go."

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"Harry! Come here!" Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him out of the Great Hall, through the front doors, and into the gardens. "I've got to show you this!"

Harry followed her, frowning. "Merlin, Gin, what's gotten into you?"

She smiled over her shoulder at him, dragging him over to an alcove of bushes. "I just want you to see this!" She pushed him down onto a bench. "Now, just stay there."

She stepped back to look at him. He was wearing short, tight, black vinyl shorts; black, thigh-high, buckle-up, leather boots; a tight, black, turtle-neck, belly-tee; and a yellow and orange vinyl trench coat. She smirked. He looked gorgeous. The black half-mask magically secured to his face made glasses impossible, so he had in contacts. Oh yeah, he definitely looked good enough to eat.

"Be right back, Harry. Stay there!" She rushed off before he could reply.

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"What do you want?" Severus growled at the school owl that flew up to him. He took the letter it offered and snarled. "There, happy? Go away now!"

The owl hooted indignantly and flew away. Severus was sitting in a shadowy corner of the Great Hall. He wore black leather pants, ankle boots, a tight black tee, and a black leather coat. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He wore no mask. With a growl, the Potion's Master tore the letter open.

'Sev,
Meet me in the garden. I'm in the alcove of bushes near the statue of Apollo.'

There was no signature, but Severus would know Draco's handwriting. Plus, his nephew was the only one who called him 'Sev'. He walked swiftly to the gardens, heading for the alcove. When he got there to see a dark-haired, green-eyed wizard sitting on a bench, he silently cursed his godson.

Harry stared, wide-eyed, up at his professor. A deep yearning streaked through him. A longing, so strong it hurt, washed over him. Tears filled his eyes, pain lancing through his stomach as he fought the urge to throw himself into Snape's arms. Within seconds, he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face, sobbing and gasping for air.

Severus rushed to Harry's side, kneeling beside the crying teen. "Merlin. Potter, what's wrong?" He paced a hand on Harry's arm.

The instant Snape touched Harry's arm, the pain eased a bit. He looked tearfully up at his teacher. "Why?" He asked, his voice soft and hoarse.

"Why what, Potter?" Severus asked, confused.

Tears still running down his cheeks, he grabbed Snape's arms, whispering sadly. "Why do I want you? It's not a real feeling, I know that now. What's doing this to me? This feeling isn't mine."

Severus paled. "What does it feel like, Potter? Be as specific as possible. Alright?"

Harry nodded. "Well, it's like...like my blood is on fire when I'm in a room with you, and it's scorching me from the inside-out. If someone touches me, it hurts so much worse, but being near you makes it better." He frowned, continuing. "The need to touch you is overwhelming, though, and the closer you get, the worse it becomes. When I try to fight it, it's like being kicked in the stomach, over and over again. The longer I go without touching you, the worse it becomes. I can't think of anything but you."

Severus became paler still, and Harry asked. "Do you know what's making me feel this way?" The Potion's Master nodded and the Boy-Who-Lived prompted softly. "Will you tell me how to make it stop?"

Severus sighed softly. "I'm afraid, Mr. Potter, that there is only one way to make it stop for good. And there are only a few ways to make it stop temporarily."

"I'll do anything." Harry pleaded, his grip on Snape's arms tightening slightly. "Please, sir...I can't take it any longer."

Before Harry could blink, Severus had stood, pulling Harry to his feet with him, and into his arms, kissing him soundly. Harry gasped and Severus thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth. With a whimper, Harry pressed himself closer to his professor, reveling in the mint-and-darkness taste of Severus Snape. Harry sucked on Severus's tongue, and Severus growled, sliding his hands under Harry's coat and grabbing the teen's vinyl-clad ass.

The younger boy pulled out of the kiss, arching his hips against Snape and letting his head fall back. Within the space of a heartbeat, Severus was licking, nipping, and sucking on the Gryffindor's neck. The older man rolled his hips forward just as he sucked on the skin right below Harry's ear. Harry's eyes crossed and he moaned loudly, his entire body arching against his teacher.

"Please..." He gasped, his hands clutching at Snape's shoulders. "Merlin, Professor...please..."

Harry was sitting on his arse, on the ground, faster then he could blink. He looked up to see a panting Severus Snape turn on his heel and walk away. He sat there, dazed, for a few minutes, before finally getting to his feet and wandering back to the Great Hall. For some reason, the Boy-Who-Lived was ravenously hungry for the first time in nearly two months.

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A/N Yay! The next chapter! Okay, can any anime-fans out there tell me what anime Harry's outfit is from? Also, the reason Harry was suddenly hungry, since I don't say it outright, is because he can think about something other then Severus for once. Yes, Sev feels a compulsion as well, but it isn't as strong. Remember what Draco felt towards Ginny in the scene by the fountain, and how he controlled it rather quickly? That's what Sev feels. Yes, it's the same thing, for the same reason. Why doesn't Ginny feel it, you ask? For the same reason Harry & Draco never felt it before. (Sev has felt it since he met Harry, he just sort of ignored it and kept it buried under hatred.) Don't worry, Harry will ask Herm about it in the next chapter, so you'll get a full explanation then! While Herm won't know what's up, she'll be smart enough to ask someone who does. (All the Slytherins know what it is. Or most of them, anyway! ^.^ ) Please rate and review! - FallenAngel