The Lord of The Fae

Chapters 8-15 newly betta’d

The word spread quickly through the castle that Harry and Draco where going to square off against one another. Members of the order and wizards residing at the castle alike found reasons to be in the garden. Some didn't even bother with pretense, dropping what they where doing to flood the practice field. Whether it was to finish a letter in the open air or, "I wouldn't miss this for my life". Everyone found a reason to be their. Even Slyfer had demanded that Draco carry him to the field.

That was fine with Draco, the more people to watch Potter get knocked on his arse, the sweeter the revenge. The light afternoon breeze ruffled Draco's hair as he stood on one end of the field facing Harry who stood on the other. They watched each other with suspicious eyes. Hizen glided forward and eyed them both knowingly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Young sirs will have to work together in years to come. That will come in time; today you teach each other what you already know. No use in learning what has already been taught." He said, eyes twinkling, his black shodan robes ruffling in the breeze. Whatever, Draco thought to himself; his energy was on high his blood singing with it. That tension between him and Harry was stretched taught like a string. Weasley however seemed to disagree with this edict.

"Wait, you’re just going to let them hack at one another? Hizen you don't know those two, it’s going to be a blood bath!" Ron said with a scowl. He stepped forward to intervene but was stopped by a wave of master Hizen’s hand.

"Young Master must learn to trust Hizen’s, judgment. There is much to learn here today, and learn it they can not until they learn this first." Turning to Harry and Draco he asked, "Are young sirs ready?" When they both nodded in accord he gave his own sharp nod and shouted, "Begin"
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Malfoy was just staring at him; they both circled each other in a wary dance both waiting to see what the other would do. The first to strike always looses the advantage in face to face battle... Be forced to strike and you have already lost. Words of lessons past echoes in Harry's mind as he stalked his enemy. Draco's body was lithe; something about the way he moved once again reminded Harry of dragons and power. His hair was even brighter in the sunshine as if he drew power from its heat. He looked dangerous and raw; a shiver went up his spine. He refused to loose this battle! He shook his head clear and continued forward, slowly not enough to be an attack but enough to be threatening.

Malfoy's lips spread into a slow grin, Potter didn't know what was about to hit him. He had to admit, the boy had a nice fighting stance. He moved like a panther, sleek and graceful and so quick. Stance wasn't enough though, and Draco was about to prove it. His skin was tingling stretching and tossing Potter a grin he let it release. Fire danced on his arms in a flash then cooled leaving his fire lance in his palm. He delighted in the look of shock on Potters face for a moment before beginning to advance. This time it was potter who was forced to back up. And he was going to continue forward forcing Potter to attack first.

Potter was definitely nervous now as he neared the edge of the ring if he stepped out he would loose, Draco knew the moment he decided to go on the attack. It flashed in his eyes just before he drew his sword in one singing clash of steel as their blades met. Sparks flew, and Draco felt a slight numbing in his arm. Shit, Potter had some strength in his swing! He wasn't worried, so did he.

He danced back, graceful as a bird in flight only to spring forward bringing his own blade screaming towards Potters face. Potter parried in a side movement, springing to Draco's left and going for a blow to his side. Potter was fast, he'd give him that.

As the battle continued Draco could feel the heat in his body rise, each blow let caused their swords to sing against each other. It almost seemed as if the field was filling with song. Each clash elevated the tension, to the point where his vision began to blur, and his skin was blazing with the need for release. He wasn't going to win this way; Potter was too fast dodging his every move, only to appear at a different angel ready to slice him to ribbons. He barely registered Potters sword cutting into his skin anymore, he pushed the pain aside as he focused on his enemy.

Harry bit back a cry of pain as Draco's sword scraped his knee when he was a little two slow on a dodged. Christ that burned, he could smell burning skin, blood and sweat. He pushed that all aside, gritting his teeth and pushing forward. Malfoy was not going to win, He was going to teach that bastard a thing or to if it killed him. The fact that his insides seemed to be burning, didn't help.
It was as if the fire from Draco's sword had not only seared his skin but his insides. His blood ran too hot, it was blurring his vision. It was a pull... a tug... a running of something so intense he could barely breathe with it. His teeth tingled wanting to lengthen. That in itself was odd; his teeth had never done that before. He wanted something he couldn't name, as his eyes watched Draco with hungry intent his body answered in a strange and intense heat.

He suddenly saw his opening, when Malfoy dogged a glancing blow to his face he had to quickly move forward to avoid stepping out of the ring; in that moment of awkward movement Harry lunged.

Malfoy could have let out a string of curses then that would make a sailor blush. Potter's sword was too quick to stop, he made an instant decision. Enough was enough. Potter could beat him at strait swords, but heaven only knew what he would do if faced with magic at the same time. It was time to find out. Before that lightning quick blade could pierce his chest he let go of the magic that had been building in him since the start.

He let out a satisfied smirk at Potter's shout of surprise, as his blade met pure molten flame. He was forced to let go as it melted in the heat. Not fast enough however for the heat not to sear his hands; Draco could smell Potter's pain, and his blood. Something about that blood had his body in a fever pitch. He wanted to devour it, he wanted to devour him! Without a sword anyone else would have given up. Not Potter. No, foolish insane Potter wasn't going to admit that he had lost this battle. He dived to the ground, the jet of flame just barely missing his backside. He rolled to his left sticking out with his feet for Draco's legs.

Draco leaped back just as his fire cooled, he felt like a god among ants. His leathery black wings stood wide and impressive on his back. His fingernails lengthened to form thin but deadly sharp talons. The fangs in his mouth tingled as if demanding the taste of blood, and only Harry's blood would satisfy. His sword glinted bright in the afternoon sunlight shooting off molten sparks.

Harry knew he shouldn't lay there staring like a moron, but it was hard no to. It was hard to stare pure masculine power in the face and not gape. And that's exactly what Draco had become, raw power. He generated his own heat, a heat so fierce it diminished everything around it, wilted plants and blooms alike sweltered over the land driving away all resistance.
Part of him actually wanted to cower, to bend his knee in reverence to a force greater then he'd ever be. Over his dead arse! This was Malfoy and whatever he had just become, no mater how frightening in its power could be overcome. After all he had power of his own. Now if only he could figure out how to use it. Draco was moving towards him, no not quite moving more as if he was gliding forward, those great wings of his softly beating the air.

The breeze from their movements rustled Harry's hair, as he watched and waited in wary silence. Without a sword he couldn't do much to prevent loosing this battle, but he sure as hell wasn't going to do it lying on the ground. He scrambled to his feet, and stared Malfoy dead on. If he was going to loose he was going to loose with dignity.

Malfoy grinned to himself; Potter looked so damn fierce with that scowl on his face and that obstinate pride of his waving around him like a flag. He had a feeling even in death Potter would not admit defeat, everything about that inner core of strength called to the not only the man but the dragon in him.
The man admired Potter for a trait that he himself had never had. The dragon recognized strength and relished in it. He wanted to meld that strength that pride of his, not break it never break it. Just to bend it, after all a dragons’ mate was no less fierce then its partner. His mate would fallow him depend on him, what would it be like to have one with such strength of will not only choose to confirm to his own will but to relish in the doing.

The thought of Harry bowing to his judgment and kneeling to receive his kiss did something outrageous to his senses. Everything on him went on alert and the very air around them began to change. It sweltered in an almost swooning caress as if he had called even the very sun to aid him in catching his mate. His mind was buzzing and his inner dragon roared for its release. To claim what was his, he licked his lips. Potter looked utterly delectable standing there proudly waiting for defeat. He had beaten him, wasn't it his right to taste...

Harry's breath caught in his chest, it was so hot out. He was sweating; his body overheated... his mind going into an almost fuzzy drunkenness. However hot it had grown outside his insides where even hotter. His body was on fire; his very blood seemed to be made of it as it raced through his veins.
And where the hell was that noise coming from, it was throaty dense and elemental. Almost husky in sound, and it did something erotic to his nerves. His body was thrumming to it, pulsing to it. He found himself growing hard as he bit back a moan of pure frustration. He had lost, and it was so hot out, and his head hurt and the sight of all that power and raw sex advancing on him was enough to drive a saint mad.

When Draco stood just before him, face to face Harry expected him to raise his sword to Harry's chest for a finishing point. He didn't expect him to drop his sword, that would have been the perfect opportunity to strike but the feel of all that heat and energy so close to his bare skin was driving him wild. His body was bursting, begging him to touch it.
As if he wanted to go up in a roaring ball of flames, as if nothing in the world would make him happier. He was painfully hard and out of breath. The feel of one of Draco's pale slender fingers touching his skin sent said skin dancing a tango of fire and suppressed desire. He shivered and shifted closer, he wanted to burn in that heat he wanted it to consume him until there was nothing left.

"Do you want it Potter", Draco's voice was like a blaze of fire searing across his mind. Harry jerked backwards at the lancing pain in his mind letting out a course cry of pain. "I'll give it to you, all that and more." Despite the fact that it hurt like hell and he knew this was some sort of magic he did want it. He wanted it more then he'd ever wanted anything. Why shouldn't he say yes, what would it hurt really.
He was this close to begging for whatever release Draco could give him, his body shuddered with need. Draco's lips where not even an inch away from his skin, if he moved in the slightest those plush lips of his would seer the side of his neck. His body trembled, legs threatening to give out, he wanted to throw back his head and scream with pure animal frustration. He wanted this moment to go on forever just as much as he wanted it to cease.

"You want it I can smell it on you, you want it you need it. More then you've ever needed anything." Draco hissed. He trailed one finger over Harry's lips, and Harry had the sudden urge to take that finger into his mouth and suck and tease. Draco's eyes flared with electric heat as if he could read Harry's thoughts. With an animal like growl he surged forward grabbing the front of Harry's shirt, pulling him forward till their lips met in a crash of passion.

The intense feeling of Draco's lips on his was far greater then any feeling he'd ever endured. It was as if he had opened his mouth and accepted the power of lightning into his body. It hit him so hard he threw his head back and screamed with it. He came right there in his pants, his body wracking with aftershocks. Still Draco was relentless, thrusting his silken tongue into Harry's mouth even though Harry’s legs had gone out from under him and he was forced to hold the other boy up. The feel of Draco's tongue in his mouth was like tasting ambrosia and his erection was back even before it had a chance to go soft.

"Take..." he wasn't aware that he had just spoken in Draco's mind; he was twisting back and forth in Draco's arms, trying to throw himself away and climb inside Draco at the same time. He wanted to crawl inside all that heat and just burn, but part of him feared he wouldn't come out the same. He didn't care; nothing on earth had ever felt like this. Somewhere he was partly aware that Ron was screaming for Hizen to take down the magical shield. He was partially aware that Sirius was trying his hardest to do just that and he hoped to god he didn't succeed.

"Take you Harry? I will, if you admit that your mine and always have been. That any other before me was nothing." Draco's whisper was like a bucket of cold water to the fire in his blood stream. Ginny, he wanted him to say that he had never loved her; he wanted him to say those vile and untrue things out of some perverseness that only a Malfoy would ever understand.
And for a moment he had been tempted, he was going to let Malfoy do perverse and nasty things to his body and denounce all that he had ever loved. His body still shook but this time with rage. He HAD loved Ginny! He wouldn't allow anyone to dishonor what they'd, had together.

He could practically feel Malfoy's sudden rage blister his skin, as the blonds’ words splintered his mind with raging heat. "Never, what you shared with her was lust. Nothing more, nothing less. If you had loved her you would have made her stay behind where it was safe. No amount of pleading would have swayed you, it would matter too much that she was safe rather then happy."

THAT WAS A LIE! He had let Ginny come because he needed her, and he loved her and it made her happy to be with him. He had, loved Ginny Malfoy was fucking with his mind like he always did. Damn it hurt like hell, this tearing sensation the fury that lit his body. He was going to tear him apart if it killed him, take those words and shove them right back down his throat.

Harry's emerald eyes flashed pure ultra fluorescent green, and that was all the warning Draco had before thick vines shot out of the ground like geysers. They were thicker then his own arms and the snaked like a noose around his neck jerking him backwards and throwing him away from Harry and to the ground yards away.
He hit the ground hard, the strength of the plants seemed to be that of Harry's rage at the moment and judging by the pain spearing his body that was pretty damn strong. Harry's hair was blowing in its own wind, swept back from his face those eyes brighter then anything he had ever seen before. Glowing with their own inner flame, they frightened him. They also drew him like a moth to the flame, this was a Harry that reeked of prowess and untamed power. He wanted like hell to be his tamer.

Every plant in a mile radius was withering and straining towards him, shaking in a plantlike dance of ecstasy. Harry caused the very nature around him to pay tribute as he stalked forward with the smooth grace of a sleek and dark panther. His wrist blazed with bright green fire and from the fire in his hand a bow appeared and at his back a quiver of arrows. He rapidly drew them and aimed straight and Draco's heart. "Don't ever diminish what I had with her, she was worth a hundred of you and even her name on your lips dishonors her!"

With that biting retort he fired, Draco stared that blazing green streak of energy down. How many times in the past years had he prayed for death? How many times had he lain to sleep at night hoping that he would never wake again? Death was not something he feared, but something he had begun to crave. However it appeared today was not his day to die, for the shield around the field vanished and Sirius was rushing forward, and with a glance a bright shield of blue magic was erected in front of him the arrow hit it and shattered.

People were shouting things, the battle was over and he wasn't sure who had won it. Snape was grasping at him calling his name asking him if he was alright and just what he had been doing in there. Draco's body was leaking from energy as it always did after transformation. He was aware of his fangs receding, his wings shriveling and disappearing and how utterly cold he was when he was back to normal. Well as normal as he would ever be. Then Snape's hovering face was replaced by one angry red heads. Weasley had pushed Snape aside and was shouting something at him. He didn't care, he was too darn weak. His last thought was that this time he had held onto his Fae form longer. Harry made him stronger.
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"Let go of him Miraza. He can no longer hear you." Hizen demanded. Weasley let go of Draco with a cry of disgust, and just in time too Snape thought. The fool was close to killing Draco with those paws of his grappling at his throat. Next to Weasley Granger gasped, staring with wide frightened eyes at Hizen. What had happened to her, she used to be so spirited now she acted like a frightened rabbit at the slightest display of temper. She shook her head as if to deny what was happening, eye welling up with tears. What a foolish girl, she'd always been foolish never to the point where Snape wanted to hit her and tell her to just go home.

"Just what the hell was that in there Hizen, He tries to rape Harry and you where just letting it happen!" Weasley demanded in rage. He looked ready to do violence, that wasn't surprising. What was surprising was that a wizard of Hizen's status and power was letting this little upstart speak to him that way. The other Japanese wizard lords present where kneeling as if the days events where to much, they bowed their heads in prayer. Snape bit back a snort. No amount of prayer was going to make today's events go over any smoother. What went on in there to the inexperienced eye would indeed look like rape. Potter had sure struggled enough, and this wouldn't be the first time screams of pleasure got mistaken for that of pain. Snape knew better he had felt that heat from all the way on the sidelines, his own blood was still dancing with it.

As it had been happening his eyes had been drawn to Sirius only to find that the other males’ attention was riveted on his godson. He was thankful for that, because he would have hated for Black to see the naked yearning in his eyes. He was never going to fall into that trap again!

"Miraza please, your young eyes do not see all. I ask that for now you trust my judgment." Hizen was actually pleading with Weasley to calm down.

‘What the hell was going on with that boy’, Snape thought, eyeing Ron speculatively.
Despite growing taller and stronger with age, there were no physical differences in the boys’ appearance. He still had the same red hair with no stark changes except for in its length. It was long enough to fit in a tail down his back nearly to firm and muscled hips. Snape wasn't fooled, despite this startling new confidence and ability to reason Weasley knew his own mind. And on taking a second look and reanalyzing he was struck with something.

When Hizen addressed Potter or any of the other youth's present he either called them Sir or Miss. He addressed Weasley as Master. He did attach a young to it, which meant that if not in a position of authority at the present he expected Weasley to one day be in one. And he had also addressed him as Miraza`; he had not a clue what that meant but it had been at the use of that word that had sent Granger into hysterics. And not only that, but the other lords where not in the midst’s of prayer they were bowing! That sealed it, something was wrong here and whatever it was Snape was finding out. He watched Weasley’s reaction closely.

He didn't appear to want to trust Hizen's judgment. He looked like he wanted to resume chocking the unconscious Draco. He fairly boiled with his rage, but once again stunningly reason broke out. "I'll reserve judgment until Malfoy’s awake to defend himself. Shijo!" At his snap of command one of the lords; a small and spry Wizard with too many years on him to put up with a young'n like Weasley ordering him around, actually sprang to his feet bowed slightly and waited to be commanded. Ron nodded, and continued in the same impatient and disgruntled tone. "You and Tanhi carry Harry to his rooms; get some one to carry Draco to his. Have Malfoy under watch he gets no where near Harry until I give the word."

Shijo nodded and motioned to the other lords present and they all glided about doing the boys biding. Ron sighed, and glanced at Hermione who stared at him with something close to horror.

"Oh Ron tell me you didn't, tell me you didn't...Why...Why did you..." emotion clogged her voice, with a wail she turned and ran from the garden unable to finish. Ron sighed again, something lost and sad in his face. He glanced at Hizen who gave him an encouraging nod. The boy walked away as if he carried a weight much too heavy on his shoulders. At his departure everyone with ears and eyes began muttering amongst themselves in shock. He wasn't the only one wondering what the hell he had just witnessed. He glanced up his eyes catching Blacks.

"Don't you dare accuse Draco of raping Harry."

"I'm not blind Severus and anyone with a body was affected by that heat."

"You didn't seem to be trying to break down Hizen's barrier, you looked unaffected to me."

"Then you aren't too good at reading me."

"When have I ever understood you Black."

"Never, and that's part of our problem isn't it. Speaking of which we've got another on our hands."

"Weasley?"

"Hell yes, if any of this is going to work we have to know our players. We can’t afford any unknowns."

"I'll take care of it."

"Like hell you will! You don't know as much Lore as I do; face it Snivels. You. Need. Me."

Snape gritted his teeth, it galled him but he knew it was true. He did need Sirius; he bit back a ball of emotion threatening to stick in his throat. In far more ways then he wanted to admit to.