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   Dear Dad,
   I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
   I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
   It's Rose Weasley.
   I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
   I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
   I regret it.
   This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.

   Dear Dad,
      I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. I hope you don't, either.
   I've finally got a boyfriend; he's wonderful and I care about him a lot. He's smart, he's caring and he makes me happy. And I'm sorry if you don't approve, but I love him.
   It's Scorpius Malfoy.
   I'm sorry if this upsets you, Dad. You've never really tried to change my choices, and I'm grateful for it. I know you sometimes weren't very happy with what I did, but you respected me.
   Thank you for being proud of me when I was Sorted into Ravenclaw. The Hat considered Gryffindor, but when it put me into Ravenclaw, I didn't argue. I was worried that you'd be upset that I wasn't in Gryffindor, but you just sent me a box of chocolates and a smiley face note. Thank you.
   I hope this is another choice of mine that you won't mind. I'm not going to leave Scorpius. This is my choice.

   The pair put down their quills with identical sighs.
   "Done?" asked Scorpius.
   Rose nodded.
   Together, they reached for their owls, tying individual notes to the legs of the two birds. The two released the owls in perfect sync and watched as they soared into the distance.
   "I'm glad we did it," said Rose, after a pause.
   "Me too," said Scorpius quietly. He put his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
   They gazed out the window for a moment in silence.
   "What do you think your dad will say?" Rose murmured.
   Scorpius snorted. "He'll probably kick me out of the family. I don't care."
   Rose looked up at him. "You don't have to do that for me."
   With a soft look down, he replied, "I want to. But if it makes you feel better, it's for me, too. I want him to know that I'm not just a piece in his game…"
   Rose poked him. "Is that the point of dating me? A statement?"
   "A promise."
   "Oh, come on, we both know that first part was from the Hunger Games. And the second part was from the Avengers. You're such a dork."
   Scorpius raised his hands. "Hey, you recognised them too."
   "Have you told your dad that you like watching Muggle films?" Rose inquired.
   Scorpius laughed bitterly. "One bombshell at a time, Rosie."
   "Does that incident with the cat count as a-"
   "Shut up."

   "Oh, Rose wrote us a letter!" Hermione picked up the post and frowned. "She used an actual envelope?"
   "Draco, how come it's only addressed to you?" Astoria wondered.
   "Maybe it's a boy thing," suggested Draco, taking the letter.
   Ron creased his eyebrows as he read the letter. "Rose has a boyfriend, Hermione."
   "Really, who?"
   "A girlfriend, really? Oh, who?" Astoria said, clasping her hands together.
   Draco squinted and brought the letter closer.
   "No bloody way," Ron breathed.
   "What is it?" Hermione asked.
   "A MALFOY?" Ron roared.
   "A WEASLEY?" Draco bellowed. "Unacceptable!"
   "Let me see that," Astoria ordered, snatching the paper away.
   "Oh, Ron, read the rest of the letter. She was obviously worried about disappointing you! Don't react so badly," Hermione berated.
   "Why did she only write to me?" Ron said, still a little unhinged.
   "Probably because he knows I'll support him," suggested Astoria. "I guess he's not sure that you will."
   Draco paced the room. "What else did he say?"
   "Read it yourself, it's very sweet," Hermione said, giving Ron back the letter.
   Ron scanned the letter and he softened slightly. "It's true, I've never questioned her before," he murmured, half to himself.
   "That's because I always calm you down," Hermione muttered.
   Draco sagged as he read the letter. "Have I been that bad?" he asked desperately.
   Astoria put her hand on his shoulder. "I guess you were a little tough on him," she admitted quietly.
   "I only ever wanted what was best for him," he whispered.
   She bent down and kissed the top of his head. "Then show him."
   Ron straightened. "I will," he declared.
   Draco grabbed a piece of paper and a quill and started scribbling madly. "Astoria, do we have any of that sugar jewellery from Honeydukes?"
   "Yes, you gave me one last week," she replied, and went to get one.
   "Hermione, do we have any of those chocolate ties from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"
   Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, George sent you a free box of them last week." She went and fetched one.
   Ron tied the tie to the letter.
   Draco sent the owl off and flopped into his chair. His manic energy seemed to have melted. "I hope he doesn't hate me."
   "He doesn't hate you, sweetie," Astoria murmered, hugging him.
   "You did the right thing," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear. "I'm proud of you."
   Ron smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

   "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." Rose hurried through the halls, pushing people out of the way. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. SCORPIUS!" she cried.
   "ROSE!" came the answering call, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
   "SCORPIUS! IT CAME, IT- You too?" she stopped as she saw the letter in his hand.
   "Have you opened it?" he asked breathlessly.
   "Of course not!"
   "Together, then?"
   She swallowed. "Now?"
   He shrugged. "It's now or after Potions."
   "Okay, now. One, two, three." She ripped open the envelope and he did the same.

   Dear Rosie,
   I'm proud of you. You're a strong, independent girl and I trust you to make your own choices. All the same, if he hurts you, I give you full permission to hex him into oblivion. And his father, too.
   All my love,

   Dear Scorpius,
   I'm proud of you. I'm sorry to have been so harsh with you. Please know that I have only ever wanted the best for you. I hope you forgive me. I trust you to make your own choices. If she hurts you, I'll be after both her and her father.
   Best wishes,

   Scorpius breathed again. "Oh my," he said in a tiny voice.
   Rose looked up, beaming. "He said it's okay," she whispered. She flung her arms around him. "Oh, Scorp!"
   Scorpius dazedly patted her on the back. "My father did too," he mumbled.
   She stepped back. "Really?" she asked, bewildered.
   He laughed giddily. "Yes. Yes!" He picked her up and spun her around.
   Rose whacked him with the envelope. "Scorpius! Put me down!"
   He put her down. "Ow," he said, and rubbed his head.
   Rose rolled her eyes. "Scorp. It's an envelope."
   "There's something in that envelope. It hurts."
   Rose reached into the envelope and pulled out a box. There was a note on it that read, "To Rose's boyfriend, from her father." She looked at it, before shaking it vigorously and holding it to her ear. "I hope it's not rigged to explode."
   Scorpius laughed. Feeling something heavy in his own envelope, he stuck his hand in and pulled out a box too, this one decorative and tied with a ribbon. There was a similar note on it, reading, "To Scorpius's new girlfriend, from his father."
   The two looked at each other before snatching at their corresponding gifts.
   Rose gasped as she ripped open the package to reveal a candy necklace. "That's so nice of your dad!"
   Scorpius grinned as he held up the tie. "Aren't I dashing?"
   She swatted him. "You are ridiculous. Put this on me." She held out the necklace.
   Scorpius turned her around and put it on her. "Rose, this is for you," he said solemnly. "Now tie this tie. I don't have a clue how it works."
   "Hopeless," she murmured, and tied his tie, before taking a bite out of the side. "Yum."
   He pretended to gape in shock. "You bit my tie!" He retaliated by pulling a bead off her necklace and eating it.
   The two launched into a miniature war, ripping at each other's candied garments and laughing.
   "Ahem." They turned to see Professor McGonagall staring at them. "The two of you, clean off that sugar. Shouldn't you be in class?" She shook her head. "Ten points from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hurry along, now!"
   Unbeknownst to them, she chuckled quietly as they rushed off. Those two boys had come a long way from their own time at Hogwarts.
Oh, wow, look at that! I'm writing Harry Potter again! :D
I missed you, Hogwarts.
But I couldn't resist a few references.

Captain America: This is my choice.
The Hunger Games: More than just a piece in their games.
The Avengers: Was that the point of all this? A statement?
A promise.

Not great. I started writing it randomly and didn't have any idea where it would end up.
Note to fellow aspiring writers: DON'T DO THAT.
Scorpius and Rose, and their worries regarding their fathers.
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The ones we love can hurt us the most

Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.

James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.

Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'

James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.

"No." she said concisely.

Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She headed towards the girls' dormitory, bumping some silly girls whispering about James' torso.

He shouted at her: "You would be happier if I sectumsempra-d it into Snivelly's chest?"

Even though Lily wasn't fond of Severus anymore, she didn't tolerate Potter insulting him unjustly. He was worse than the boy who called her a 'mudblood'.

She turned around and furiously went closer to James. He buttoned up his shirt again and looked down at Lily resentfully.

"You are a jerk, Potter." She said quietly, shaking with wrath. "You are the most arrogant, disgusting and lame idiot I've known in my life. I would NEVER, EVER date you, even if my life depended on it. I wish you were never even born!"

The people in the common room suddenly left speechless.

Lily pressed her hands over her mouth as she realized what she just said. She could see James' heart break into pieces by his eyes as he slowly grew sad. He lowered his head with painful sorrow on his face.

"I'm so sorry." Lily whispered ashamed and nearly crying.

"You don't have to be." James replied with a hoarse voice.

He took a deep breath and approached the painting of the Fat Lady. He left the common room and slammed the portrait. Lily winced and looked down the little, dead lily, which James trampled on.
I wrote it a while ago when I got inspired by this picture: [link]

Image belongs to :iconviria13:

Second part: Disguise of feelings

HP (c) J.K. Rowling
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A/N: Remus and Sirius slash. Don't like? Don't read.
Theme: Ignore
"You're acting like a child!"

Remus rolled his eyes and continued on his way out of the Gryffindor common room, not looking back at the other teen who was calling out his name.

With a huff, Sirius sat back down in his seat on the couch right beside James who was trying his hardest to hide his smirk. "How long's it been?" he asked while managing to sound nonchalant.

"3 days," Sirius mumbled, slouching more in his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted. It had been an accident, it really had, but Remus still blamed Sirius for his essay being ruined by his tea. It wasn't Sirius's fault that the drink had been resting on a small stack of books by said essay and that he'd accidentally on purpose bumped into the table to get Remus's attention which caused the cup to topple over. "He's never ignored me this long before."

"Have you tried apologizing?" Peter suggested, not looking up from the Muggle magazine he'd gotten from his mum the day before. "It wouldn't hurt to apologize again, you know."

Sirius made a sound like he was in pain – which caused a lot of the other Gryffindors in the room to look at him – as he covered his face in frustration. "It was the first thing I did!" he told them although it was a little muffled due to his hands. "That's what I've been doing for the past 3 bloody days! But he refuses to listen!"

"Apology gifts?" James suggested, remembering that it had worked a few times in the past.

"He just takes whatever I have and gives it to someone else," the black haired boy said, sliding down a little more in his seat. "Even his favorite chocolate…"

James and Peter looked at each other, both a little shocked and confused that Remus would do something like that. Even when Moony was at his maddest, he never ever gave someone else his chocolates. "Pad…what was the essay for?"

Since they'd heard about the tea incident, both boys knew not to interfere with the couple's fight. They'd tried a few times in the past with minor arguments and had been severely yelled by both boys so they knew not to intrude in on this one.

"Ancient Runes…" he replied but it was so quiet he had to repeat it for Peter.

"Good luck getting back in his good graces," James said unsympathetically as he stood. The three Marauders knew that Remus had been working on that particular essay for a whole month now. It was no wonder that Sirius was being ignored.

"You're no help!" Sirius called after his not-by-blood brother who only laughed as he headed up to the dorm. He continued to sit on the couch in a way that was making his back ache but he refused to move.

Peter sighed as he closed the magazine then threw it right at Sirius. Somehow, his aim was true: it hit the taller boy square in the face. The two stared at the magazine which now resided on Sirius's chest before looking at each other. "Peter…"

"Bloody hell, Remus'll never believe…"

"You won't be able to tell him if you don't explain why you thought it was a good idea to hit one of Gryffindor's best Beaters in the face with a magazine," Sirius said as he sat up, now in an even more foul mood.

Peter made a squeaking noise that was reminiscent on his Animagus form when he saw the harsh glare coming from Sirius. "H-have you talked with him?"

"I told you, I've apologized plenty! He just won't listen!" His mood wasn't getting any better now that he was being forced to retell everything he'd told James a few moments before.

Peter could tell his friend was mad but continued. "But you haven't talked him, have you?" he asked, feeling a bit more confident when Sirius's shoulders slumped. "It's just an essay, one he could easily save. I'm sure that's not what's really bugging him."

And, before Sirius could have another mood swing, Peter hurried out of the common room to the safety of the kitchens. Sirius sat there for a few moments before hurrying up to the dormitory.
"Hey, Remus," Sirius said 15 minutes later when he found the other boy in Greenhouse Two along with Lily Evans. While his boyfriend continued to ignore him, Lily sent him a glare and whispered to her friend. Normally that would irritate Sirius enough for him to yell but he held his tongue as Lily walked over to him. "Hello, Evans."

"Black," she replied and stood directly in his line of sight for Remus. "What do you want?"

Sirius inhaled deeply, trying to not yell at her about minding her own business but calmly replied, "I need to talk with Remus about…us."

Before he uttered the last word Lily looked like she was going to yell at him. "Fine," she said instead and left the Greenhouse. Sirius was thrown at her willingness to leave and stood there in confusion for a moment before slowly walking over to Remus.

The other boy had been helping Lily out with one of her assignments for Herbology – Remus was pants at that class – and refused to look Sirius in the eye when he got closer. But that was fine, Sirius didn't want Remus looking at him while he said what he'd come to say.

"I'm…sorry, Moony," he told him as he looked down at the pot of soil that was placed in the table between them. "Not just for ruining your essay. I'm sorry for how annoying and selfish I've been with you. I know that I've been keeping you from your homework a lot, I guess I was just excited that we were…you know."

It was still a little odd to Sirius that they were actually together and he never actually said it aloud. In fact, he never really acknowledged their relationship outside of the Gryffindor Tower – probably due to years of Pureblood "traditions" and whatnot. But, Remus had always been patient and okay with that. Lucky for Sirius.

"I really didn't mean to do that, Remus, and I'm sorry," he continued saying, playing with some of the soil that had fallen out of the pot onto the table. "Just…stop being mad at me. Please?"

Sirius chanced it and looked at Remus only to find the other boy already smiling fondly at him. Neither said a word as they both leaned forward and lightly kissed. "Let's head to dinner, Sirius," Remus said, gently gripping the hand that had been playing with the soil to walk with Sirius to the Great Hall. "Do you still have some of the chocolate you were trying to pacify me with?"
I asked for someone to pick a number between 1-100 and ~edwardculles picked #65 which is \'Ignore\' :D Thank you!

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Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is probably not mine for I am a poor college student just trying to make it through my classes without going mad by writing about someone else\'s characters. (The characters and other magical elements belong to J.K. Rowling)
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Setting: After Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier AND Avengers 2: The Age of Ultron
Contains spoilers only for Captain America 2… <---- Listen to this as you read!!
Also, read the description afterwards!!!

And the blood will dry
Underneath my nails
and the world will rise up
To fill my sails

It's been a couple months since the Hydra and SHIELD event. And it hasn't been so long since the whole Ultron incident. Steve was sitting in his apartment getting ready to go on a jog. It's been a while since he had his own time to himself. I'm probably gonna be seeing Sam again when I run. Steve chuckled to himself. He missed it whenever he would pass by Sam and shout "On your left!" Just seeing him getting frustrated was humorous. Just as Steve finished getting ready, his doorbell rang. Ding dong! Steve raised his eyebrow and set walked down the hall to the door. He opened it, not even bothering to check who it was.

So you can doubt
and you can hate
but I know, no matter what it takes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home

Steve looked at the man in front of him. His face was filled with surprise.


"Hey, Steve..." The man in front, whose name was Bucky, stood there awkwardly. His right arm holding his metal arm.

Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday.

I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes.

"I-I-I...!" Steve didn't know what to do so, out of pure happiness he hugged him.

Bucky was surprised by this action but, he hugged him back.

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming...
Also, I'm thinking of making this sorta like a ReaderxBucky version so I'm gonna try to remember what happened when Steve figured out the Winter Soldier was Bucky and Reader-chan is there and so on. Then it could be like this except it's just between you and Bucky instead c: If you guys want it to be a BuckyxReader that's sorta like this, I will definitely do it. 
Short and sweet.... Lol I'm at school right now c:
Song: Coming Home by Skylar Grey (The original one) 
Plot: Somewhat owned by me, inspired by picture
Picture: katinca.tumblr
Characters: Stan Lee, Disney, Marvel, etc. etc.

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Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Rating: a mild T

Warnings: FLUFF

If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun

"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."

Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."

Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small children. Of course, dogs and small children were always called by their first names.

Fine, and how are you, Mrs. Grundy? "I have an ouchie on my finger," he replied.

Grundy's smile stretched a little further. "Oh, that's too bad, dear. Here, let me pin this on your robes." It was a tin badge. "When you're needed, it will tell you where to go. Do you know where the laundry is?"

Yes. "Father told me not to play in there."

"Well, it isn't a good idea. Here, bring this there."

Draco picked up the laundry bag and immediately dropped it. Clothes spilled out of it, and he got down on his knees and hurriedly stuffed them back in. He looked at the floor, too flustered to want to see anyone gawking at him, but he could feel Grundy beaming at him like he was, he was... like he was slow. "Draco, I would like you to know that the Ministry is committed to employing those who have been... adversely affected by the war. We understand that you have limitations, and we will work with them. You will never be fired for something that has to do with your condition. You're among friends here."

Draco had his doubts about the last. As he trudged back through the clerical department, leaving Pansy to her secretarial work, there was an undercurrent of glee among many of the people who stared and whispered. "Got what he deserved," someone hissed. He stumbled over the edge of a rug and heard snickers.

He handed the bag over to a surly house elf in the laundry room (slipping once in a puddle of water and getting the back of his robes wet), then wandered the corridors as he waited for his next task. The badge started to speak. "Walk forward! Left! No, LEFT! Right. The third door down--THE THIRD DOOR, NOT THE SECOND DOOR."

"So that's the new Auror uniform. Very nice." Draco knew that voice. Granger.

"I'm just trying it on. There are still pins in it. You don't think it's too tight?" Harry Potter asked his friend.

Draco froze momentarily in the doorway. When he thought about Potter, he always pictured him as a scrawny little runt with ridiculous hair. He vaguely recalled hearing girls talk in sixth year about how fanciable the Chosen One had grown, but by then Draco had been too concerned with other, grimmer things. During the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco had been in such a haze of fear and misery that he hadn't even noticed how Potter had looked. But he certainly noticed now.

Potter was no longer a runt. In fact, he might actually be a tiny bit taller than Draco. His hair was artfully tousled. The waist-length Auror jacket emphasized his shoulders, while the tailored trousers hugged his slim hips and well-shaped bottom. He was barefoot, for some reason, and even his feet were attractive. When Harry turned to see who was in the doorway, Draco noticed that the forest-green hue of the uniform made the color of Potter's eyes vibrant. "Oh, hello, Malfoy. I'd heard you were starting today. Could you take these papers to Shacklebolt? If you don't remember where his office is, the badge will tell you."

I know bloody well where his office is; I'm not an idiot. "I like his office. He has a picture of a kitty."

"Well, yes, a tiger is a kitty, I guess," Potter answered with obvious amusement.

"How are you, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, concern in her brown eyes.

Pity from the girl he had spent years insulting. It brought home just how truly pathetic he looked to others. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm not mentally challenged, I'm not brain damaged. I. Am. FINE. "Do you like kitties?"

"Oh, yes, Draco, I do! I have my own kitty," she said brightly. His first name. He was a child to her.

"I have to go pottie," Draco found himself announcing.

"Oh, you had better hurry, then. You wouldn't want to have an accident." Hermione patted him on the arm.

As he wandered the Ministry, Draco fumed. An 'accident'! As if he was a three-year-old! Merlin, he was not about to wet his pants! He tried to ignore the voice in his head that said that, yes, things had gotten bad enough that he very well might wee himself. And then he forgot all about it when he tripped over his own feet and knocked over three goblins as if they were bowling pins.

Pansy cooked for him every day, of course. She also picked out his clothing and supervised his bath time. "See, I told you it would be all right, Draco. Aren't you glad you have a job?"

Draco closed his eyes as she poured a pitcher of warm water over his head to rinse his hair; if he tried to do it himself, he would get shampoo in his eyes. Yes, it's wonderful to be self-humiliated constantly in public. "I saw Harry Potter. He was barefoot. That's naughty. You told me not to go barefoot."

"Yes, that's very naughty of him." Pansy averted her gaze as Draco got out of the tub, though she steadied him so he would not slip. She helped him dry off and slip into pajamas. There was a time when she would have sold part of her soul for a glimpse of him naked, but his condition had turned her feelings for him strictly maternal. He could never have reciprocated her feelings-- he had known from an early age that he preferred boys-- but her former unrequited desire for him was far better than being seen as an over-sized little boy.

When he climbed into bed, he got hopelessly tangled up in the covers. Pansy freed him, then pulled the blankets up to his chin and kissed him on the forehead. "Love you, baby."

I'm not your baby. But the words wouldn't come. It was ungrateful of him, anyway. Pansy's care, and the job she lined up for him, had spared him from a lonely life at Malfoy Manor, being hidden away by his parents. His condition left him isolated mentally; it would be far worse to also be physically isolated, even with the daily (hourly) embarrassment that he experienced. "Mummy," he said.

The Healer steepled her fingers and puffed out her cheeks, exhaling slowly. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do for your son. We can't find anything physically wrong with him, and we haven't found any evidence of him being cursed. Curses leave a distinctive, lingering malice. I believe that he is reacting to the... trauma that he has been through in the war by becoming a child again. He has mentally retreated to a time when he was happy and free of care. Before..." The Healer's voice trailed off as she glanced at the bit of sleeve that hid the Dark Mark on Draco's forearm. "He has to want to return to adulthood."

"But the clumsiness?" Narcissa said.

"Children are clumsy."

"My son was never a clumsy child," Lucius sniped. "He was a gifted flyer and Quidditch player."

"Muggle psychologists would define it as conversion disorder. After a trauma, sometimes a person has fits, or blindness, or some other neurological symptom with no actual physical cause."

Lucius stood up abruptly, knocking his chair into the wall behind him hard enough to leave a dent. "Your hospital will not be receiving any more donations from us. I will not fund incompetence. Let's get out of here, Narcissa."

"Come along, honey." Narcissa held her hand out to her son, who managed to knock a crystal vase off of the Healer's desk as he stood up. The crash made him cringe.

"It's all right, Draco," the Healer said in a soothing tone. "I know you didn't mean to break it. Would you like a lolly?"

I am not a toddler, you cow. "Yummy!" Narcissa peeled the wrapper off the candy. Before they even made it to the street, he dropped it. I hate lime, anyway. "Waaaah!"

Draco had been sure that life could not possibly get worse. He had been wrong.

I'm in love with Harry Potter. The thought hit him seconds before he walked straight into a wall. It was all bloody Granger's fault.

Draco's position as errand boy was unnecessary make-work. It was just charity, really, and most people at the Ministry didn't want use him. He made them uncomfortable. He couldn't blame them, really. A week into his employment, Granger had noticed him moping about in the corridor that led to the cafeteria. "Are you bored, Draco?"

He went to kick at a loose floor tile and nearly sprained his ankle. Of course I'm bored. I'm as intelligent as you are, but am imprisoned inside my own head. "Will you play with me?"

"Sorry, sweetheart, I'm very busy. Maybe another time." Granger looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "But I'm sure you'll be too busy to play very, very soon." He had been too put out over 'sweetheart' to really register the rest of what she had said.

Half an hour later, he was summoned by Potter to deliver more papers. Twenty minutes after that, Potter had uniforms that needed to go to the laundry. Fifteen minutes after that, Potter claimed he was too busy to go to the cafeteria and sent Draco to a corner shop to get him a bag of Fritos and a Pepsi. Being out in the Muggle world in his condition was an exercise in humiliation (there was crying, and a nice old lady who led him to the toilet, and a group of mocking teenagers), but he managed to complete the task with the Fritos only a little bit crushed.

"Very good, Malfoy! I knew you could do it all by yourself! Here, have a jelly bean."

Do you know what else I can do by myself, Potter? Kick the stuffing out of you. But he really couldn't, of course. "I'm a big boy!"

"Now, could you go to the supply closet and get me some nice new quills?" Most of the quills didn't survive the trip (he got them stuck in an elevator door), but Potter didn't care. He smiled as he sorted the good ones from the generous handful Draco dropped on his desk. "Thank you. That was very helpful. Have another jelly bean."

"You've got to be loving this," someone said. It was that loudmouth Cormac McLaggan. Draco had been less than fond of him ever since the night he had rescued Daphne Greengrass from the smirky bastard's overly-insistent advances. Now here he was, already a Ministry official at twenty.

"What do you mean, McLaggan?" Potter asked, obviously less than thrilled to see his former housemate.

McLaggan hooked a thumb at Draco and snickered. "Seeing your former arch-enemy turned into a retard. My greyhound is smarter than him, and Mr. Whippy-Tail has had his head slammed in a cellar door."

You only have your position because of your uncle, you puffed-up, empty suit. Your ego's size is in inverse proportion to the size of your intellect. "I like doggies. Can I play with your doggie?"

McLaggan laughed so hard, he clutched his belly and bent double. Which was why he didn't see the punch coming. He rubbed the side of his head and glared at Potter. "I'll have your job. My uncle is--"

"Yeah, well, I'm Harry effing Potter, and I wouldn't get sacked if I came to work naked and danced a hornpipe." Potter's eyes actually seemed to glow, he was so angry. "I don't tolerate bullies, McLaggan. The past is irrelevant. Picking on Malfoy now when he can't defend himself is vile and cowardly."

In retrospect, it was clear that that was the moment when Draco's crush on Potter started. He was beautiful when he was angry.

McLaggan slouched away, and the rest of the day was uneventful. Potter sent Draco for files, to pick up his newly-laundered uniforms, and to the magical creatures department to give treats to Granger's monster of a pet; Crookshanks was in quarantine after contracting a nasty case of Kneazle measles. Before Draco knew it, it was time to go home.

In the three weeks since then, Potter had basically made Draco his personal errand boy. It was a bit embarrassing, but, in a life that was just one long parade of indignities, that hardly mattered. And people soon learned that Potter wold not tolerate Draco being mocked or gossiped about. The work days went by fast, and at their end, Draco went home with Pansy to their flat where she cooked him supper and sat with him on the couch while he watched silly sitcoms until it was time for him to go to bed. He wasn't sure if he could say that he was happy, but he wasn't utterly miserable.

At least, not until today, when Draco realized that his infatuation with the Chosen One had grown deeper. At first, the attraction had just been physical (that close-fitting uniform, those eyes, that bottom...), but as the weeks passed, Draco became more familiar with Potter's personality. There were those who didn't like the Chosen One's sarcasm and headstrong ways, but Draco knew that, if he were normal, he and Potter would be a perfect couple. Draco could only see being in a relationship with someone who could match him in snark, who would argue with him, who would push back when pushed. Someone who was magnificent when he was angry. Draco wanted a relationship that was passionate in every way, and he knew that was how it would be with Potter. If only I was normal.

Potter was famously prickly at work, and prone to getting shouty, but he was unfailingly kind to Draco. It was starting to get on his nerves. He walked to Potter's desk and set down the bottle of ink that he had just fetched. "Very good. Thank you, Malfoy."

It is not very good, Potter; it's not good at all. It's less than half-full, my robes are ruined, and the mosaic floor just outside the cafeteria will never be the same again. Yell at me, call me incompetent, treat me like you would treat anyone else! Treat me as your equal! "Can I have a jelly bean? I was a good boy!"

"Sure thing! Choose carefully." Potter held out the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that he kept in his desk to reward his errand boy. When Draco realized that he had gotten a liver flavored one, he attempted to spit it into the waste basket, but somehow ended up bouncing it off of Potter's left cheek. Potter blinked, then smiled. "It's all right, Malfoy."

No, it's not all right at all, Potter. I want you to actually SEE me with those beautiful eyes. I want you to take me into those strong arms. I want you to shout at me when I deserve it. I want you to see me as a MAN.  "It was yucky."

As he left on another errand, Draco realized that Potter was the only person to still call him by his last name. But Draco found himself wanting to hear his first name from the Auror's shapely lips... just before they kissed.

"Oi, Malfoy!" Draco turned at the sound of the rough, familiar voice. "You doing better, mate?" Greg Goyle was wearing the uniform of a catering company. It was the day of the Ministry's Halloween party, and preparations were afoot. "I've got to get these trays to a safe place. If I leave 'em in the Atrium, people will get into the food early. Got an idea where these can go?" A shiny flock of covered trays followed behind Goyle, most of them steaming.

Yes, I know just the place. Follow me. "Greggie!" Draco involuntarily flung himself onto Goyle, his hug so enthusiastic that he knocked his school-friend over. The two of them hit a couple of the trays, which caused a chain reaction that sent every single one crashing to the floor. Draco gaped at the heaps of mashed potatoes and green beans and sliced roast beef that surrounded them as they sprawled on the floor.

Goyle grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and screamed every obscenity he knew.

It's not my fault, you dolt. "Waaaaaah!"

The bigger man gaped as Draco cried like a frightened toddler and let go. "I'm-I'm sorry, Malfoy." He patted Draco on the head with one massive paw. It only made Draco cry harder and louder. This oaf, this gorilla, this buffoon-- he PITIES me. "I know you're kinda... stupid. I have to remember that I'm the smarter one now."

THIS CANNOT BE BORNE. Draco tried to stand up, but slipped on a pile of buttered carrot coins and landed face first in creamed corn. Still wailing, he began to crawl. He had no destination in mind; he just wanted to hide himself away forever. He found a dark corner and rolled into a ball, intending to never move again. He supposed that he would be found by house elves before he died of starvation, but it was worth a try.

"Hey, Malfoy, what's wrong?" Draco opened his eyes to find Potter crouched in front of him. The Auror reached out one hand and gently wiped creamed corn from his face. "It's not the end of the world. It's just food."

It's not just food. It's my entire pointless life. I love you, but I cannot tell you. Even if I could, physically, I can't, because you would just be filled with pity and disgust.  "I love you. I want a kiss." Oh, Merlin, NO. Not this, and not now, while he was coated in gravy and salad dressing.

The reaction that Draco expected didn't come. Instead of recoiling, Potter leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's for just a moment. They were warm and soft, and when they left, there was a strange tingle, followed by a flash of pink and blue light. What was that? "What was that?"

Harry touched his mouth. "Some sort of spell breaking, I think."

Draco's mind, as nimble as ever, processed the implications in seconds. All this time, I was bewitched! The Healers at St. Mungo's are as incompetent as my father says! "All this time, I was bewitched! The Healers at St. Mungo's are as incompetent as my father says!" He stood up and spun in a circle with his arms out, starting to feel a bit giddy as he realized that his personal hell was through. Potter was standing, too, grinning. Draco impulsively gathered the other man into his arms and kissed him soundly.

When the kiss ended, Potter laughed. "You could have just said 'thank you'."

But I've been wanting to kiss you for so long. "But I've been wanting to kiss you for so long."

Potter's eyebrows rose. "Really?"

Really. "Really." Draco started laughing from sheer joy.

"Draco Malfoy wants to kiss Harry Potter. Are you sure you're not still bespelled?" Harry's face was a bit flushed.

"Draco, baby, Greg told me what happened. Are you all right?" Pansy had found them. She was costumed as a ferret, of all things.

"Never better," Draco said joyfully. He took Pansy by her hands and spun her around. "It's over! I've been set free!"

Pansy smiled briefly before her face crumbled. She yanked her hands away from Draco's and started to bawl. Potter was on her in a split-second, wand out. "What did you do, Parkinson?"

"I--I don't kn--know what you're t--talking about, " she said, entirely unconvincingly.

"Fine. I'm taking you into custody and holding you until I get permission to use Veritaserum on you. It could take days, and you'll miss the party."

Pansy took a shuddering breath. "I didn't mean for it to happen like it did. When he told me he wasn't attracted to women, I... I went a little crazy. I've been in love with him for so long. I wanted to use Amortentia, but the Ministry crack-down on love potions has made it so expensive. So I... improvised. I mixed some spells together, and there was a potion, and... it didn't work right. I thought-- I thought I had permanently damaged him. Please don't hate me, Draco." She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

Potter shook his head and lowered his wand. "Do you want to have her prosecuted, Malfoy?"

"No. I'm less than thrilled with her at the moment, but it wasn't done out of malice." Draco rubbed his forehead. Months of suffering, and it was as simple as an irresponsible spell. St. Mungo's did not deserve one Knut more of the Malfoy fortune, that was for sure.

Potter flapped his hand at Pansy. "Go. Fix your make-up before the party starts." Pansy fled, still crying.

"The party," Malfoy said. "It's almost started."

"Are you going?"

"I suppose. You'll have to do a cleaning charm for me, though. It's been a while since I've been allowed to carry a wand."

"I had a date, but he slipped on a pile of spaghetti and broke his ankle. You'll have to be my date, now. You owe me." Potter charmed them both clean in a trice, then held out one arm. "Let's go."

Draco hooked his elbow through Potter's. He couldn't stop grinning like a loon. This was shaping up to be the best night of his life.


Pansy clasped Draco's hands in hers. "Oh, it's going to be so lonely in my flat without you!" she moaned. Draco kissed her on the cheek.

Narcissa and Lucius were the next to make their farewells; Narcissa hugged both men. "You did the right thing," she said to Draco, "not moving in until Harry gave you a ring. It shows that you've had a proper moral upbringing." Hermione, who had just started shacking up with Ron, gave her a dirty look.

Finally, all the guests were gone from the main room of the Leaky Cauldron, which was where the commitment ceremony and reception had been held. It was after midnight, and Harry and Draco went to their honeymoon suite-- such as it was-- on the top floor. A fire crackled merrily before a shabby, overstuffed couch. Draco draped himself across Harry and nuzzled his neck. "I got you a special gift." He pulled a velvet-covered jeweler's box out of his dress robes. Harry flipped it open to find a lightning-bolt pendant on a fine silver chain. "For some reason, it made me think of you, Scar-Head."

Harry put the necklace on, then handed Draco a package wrapped in the gold paper favored by one of Diagon Alley's most exclusive shops. Draco wondered what it was. A tie of the finest silk, gray to match his eyes? An engraved pocket-watch? Containing his eagerness, he neatly peeled the paper off to reveal a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. "Because you've been such a good boy," Harry said, grinning cheekily. "Even your mother thinks so, what with you saving yourself until we got properly hitched."

"I will determine which one is the vomit-flavored one and drop it in your mouth while you're sleeping," Draco said, but he was smiling, too.

"Oh, dear, that's naughty, Draco."

"You'll like it when I'm naughty, I think," Draco said, just before he gave Harry a long, slow, deep kiss. And so it began, the happily ever after part. And it was quite happy.
I wrote this fic a while back as a trade with *FloraDelaney, who is making it into a comic, 'Locked in': [link]
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The heat was horrible and hot.  Terribly hot but that was just Draco whining because despite what he thought, muggles had their ways of getting cool and the biggest was a water park.

That's where he was with Potter, his husband for the past six years, as well as the young boy that was created from their DNA named Jeremy.  Oh, and of course the Weasleys with their kids.  Draco wasn't too happy about that because, one, they were Weasleys and two, they were loud, and three, they were Weasleys!

"I wanna go on the red one!"

"Yellow one, yellow one!"

"Mom, I need to go potty."

Jeremy however, wasn't as loud as them.  He was well behaved and very smart.  Too smart at times that it made Draco feel awkward at times when he couldn't answer his many questions.  Jeremy was observant and looked around but when he saw just how big the slides were, he gripped his fathers' hands.  

"Which one do you want to go first, Jeremy," asked Harry.

"Uh..."  Jeremy looked over the huge slides again to decide which one.

"Hugo, Rose!  Don't run," shouted Hermione while setting up the stroller she brought for her younger daughter, Olivia, to go in.

"Blue one," said Jeremy while letting go of Harry's hand to point at it.  "It's taller."

Draco chuckled, "Becoming a daredevil, are we?  Let's get going."  Jeremy smiled while taking Harry's hand again and together they walked slowly to the blue slide.

"Going to be a long wait," commented Harry.

"Not if you have this," said Draco while fishing out a golden pass.  "You've never prepared, are you?"

Harry sighed while shaking his head.  "Why do you always have a cut-in pass for everything?"

"To make Jeremy happy of course.  Honestly, why else would I have it?"

Harry looked around, "Oh I don't know, probably because you like to make other people miserable realizing that they couldn't afford one?"

Draco scoffed, "It doesn't cost a limb to get.  Now if it did, I would be hopping on one foot."

Jeremy giggled as he imagined his father doing such a thing and couldn't help himself from laughing.

Draco and Harry looked down at him with a smile.  They didn't know how they did it, but somehow their bantering became a source of entertainment for their son.

When they got to the line, Draco showed the pass to the line manager and he led them up all the way to the top.  Just as Harry said, some people glared at them while some of them whispered to each other.  It wasn't because of the pass either but Harry and Draco were all ready used to it.  Jeremy wasn't paying attention since he was too excited and was showing it when they got closer and closer.  

Harry and Draco though were careful since they didn't want to fall and made sure he didn't go too fast or grip his hands tight when it seemed like he was going to slip.  

When they were finally to the top, the wind blew obnoxiously into their faces while the sun beamed even brighter upon them.  

The workers gave them a huge raft that was enough for three of them to get on.  With Jeremy in the middle and Harry in front with Draco in the back, they were ready to go.  They let go and they flew down the slide in spirals before racing down.  They suddenly tilted at a very sharp angle that caused the three of them to react with a shout and a scream mixed in one before shooting down and did little hills before finally going into the landing pool.

"Again, again!"  Jeremy was actually shouting in excitement while Draco and Harry climbed out and held onto Jeremy while the workers gathered the raft.

They went back up three more times until Jeremy was bored of it and they soon went to the yellow one that Rose had shouted about earlier.  It was a covered slide with little light and it made Jeremy scream even louder in excitement as they rode it down.

As they got to the landing pool, Jeremy moved off the raft and swam towards the edge way before Harry and Draco and pulled himself out.  "Again!"

Harry laughed while Draco put back on his sunglasses.  "You go with him this time Harry.  I'm going to get us some food."

"Awww, dad."  Jeremy pouted.  "Come with us, come with us!"

Draco looked at his son's face and then Harry's, who was trying to keep from laughing but was failing.  Miserably.

"Ugh.  Fine.  But last one."

"Yay!"  Jeremy put up his hands in excitement and started to run before remembering to walk to the line.  Harry followed while Draco stepped in place beside him.

"Were you really going to get some food or didn't want to ride it again?"  Harry teased Draco with a pat on his back with a little shove.

"Keep your hands to yourself.  It's all ready been hell for me because of how sexy you're looking."


"Fine, fine.  I really do not like how closed in that slide is.  Reminds me know, those times."

"Really, those times we had sex in a cave were-"  Harry was interrupted by a shove and just laughed before putting his arm around Draco's shoulders.  "Okay, I get it.  I'll explain it to Jeremy when we get up there.  Go get us some food, okay?"

Draco looked at him in surprise even though his sunglasses hid his eyes and his eyebrows.  He smiled at Harry in thanks.

As Draco went to get food, Harry explained to Jeremy about Draco and when Jeremy wanted to apologize, Harry told him that he could later.

When they finally came down the slide, they waited for Draco to come back which took only a couple minutes since it wasn't that busy to get some food.

"Dad!  I'm so sorry Dad."  Jeremy ran towards Draco and Draco had to tense up to stand his ground since Jeremy could knock him down if he didn't.

"Whoa, hey, it's okay.  You didn't know and wanted me to join you to have some fun."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," pleaded Jeremy as he wrapped and hugged Draco tight while Draco messed up his wet mousey brown hair.

"I said it's okay," said Draco while laughing a little.  "I forgive you.  Now, let's eat."

They found a table with an umbrella near a tree to sit at and dug in the hotdogs Draco bought.  Harry wasn't at all surprised Draco decided to get hotdogs since they were easy to make and was enough to fill them up.  Yet, it still left room for some ice cream and Draco surprised Jeremy and Harry both with it.

"Ice cream, thank you dad"

Draco chuckled while messing with his son's hair again as Jeremy started to eat the ice cream in happiness.  Harry and Draco took their time while Jeremy ate a little faster than them until he got a brain freeze.

"Oww," he groaned while setting the spoon down on the cup and grabbed his temples.  

"Be careful," said Harry with a smile as he took another bite of his ice cream.

"What ride should we go on next?"  Draco flung some ice cream towards Harry who flinched at the contact of it and received a glare.  "There's a lazy pool, wave pool, water gym, and even a pirate ship."

"Uh...all of them," decided Jeremy.  

"There you three are," said an exhausted voice to their left.  It was Hermione who was strolling her youngest daughter in a covered stroller so that the child wouldn't get sunburned.  "Ron are with Hugo and Rose and we were wondering – oh, you're eating all ready."

"Oh, hello Hermione," said Harry with a grin while he flung some of his ice cream back at Draco without even looking at him.  It landed on Draco's sunglasses, causing it to drip down on his arm and lap.  

Jeremy giggled before laughing, "You look funny, dad."

"Yeah?"  Draco flicked some ice cream onto Jeremy's right shoulder, causing him to yelp at the cold contact before laughing like crazy.   "Now you look funny too."  

Hermione shook her head with a small smile and whispered to Harry, "You have it great, Harry."

Harry laughed softly as he watched his husband and son have a full out ice cream throwing war.  "Yeah, I know."

"Hey, you cheated dad!"

"It's not cheating, it's having a strategy to gain the upper hand to survive."

Harry beamed with a smile.  He had a family and friends, but having a family again was the best gift he'd ever gotten.
Written for the Summer contest at :iconthe-drarry-fanclub:

Had loads of fun writing this and hoped you enjoyed it!

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"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.

"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agony, gripping his right shoulder with his left hand. The shoulder he just used in an attempt to get through the door.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly. It looked like Draco was in a lot of pain.
"I don't need your sympathy, Potter!" Draco shouted, "and no, I'm not okay." He added in a pouting voice.
"Come on, let me take a look at it." Harry said while raising himself from the floor. In a quick pace he walked up to where Draco was standing. Softly he pushed Draco's left hand away to take a look at his shoulder. "I think it's dislocated." Harry said, examining the shoulder. Draco pushed him away.
"I don't need you to tell me that." Draco kept quiet for a couple of minutes. "Can you fix it?" A slight smile appeared on Harry's face. After dozens and dozens of dislocated body parts in quidditch practices he knew a thing or two about it. He just never expected to practice his expertise on Draco Malfoy himself.
"Just bite on your robe very hard, Malfoy. This is going to hurt." Harry said in a soft voice, while gripping Draco's arm. Draco nodded, bit on the sleeve and looked at harry with fear in his eyes.
"Argh!" Another scream of agony, when harry put his shoulder in place.  "That fucking hurt!"
"Told you it would, " Harry smirked. He couldn't deny that there was some kind of satisfaction in seeing Malfoy like this.
"Well, uhm, thanks, I guess." Malfoy whispered, while looking uneasily at the ground.
"You're welcome," Harry replied. The awkward silence grew. Neither of the boys knew how to deal with this situation.
`Yeah, so, I guess we´re stuck here ´til someone finds us." Harry stated the obvious and went back to sit down with his back against the wall. Draco looked at the door, but while remembering the pain in his shoulder, he sighed and sat next to harry.
And so the two  boys sat in silence.

A couple of hours passed and neither had said a word to the other, when Harry's stomach started rumbling.
"Sorry," he said, while a blush was appearing on his cheeks. "Guess I'm hungry." Draco nodded.
"Me too, he said. It must be almost time for dinner. At least someone will notice that we're gone soon. Until then, I have this," Draco replied, while reaching for his bag which was lying a couple of meters from him. Out of his bag he got a red apple and a small knife. He cut the apple in half and offered Harry a piece. Gladly Harry took it from him. He knew they were sworn enemies since their first day at Hogwarts, but no one would refuse food if they were as Hungry as Harry was now.
"Thanks," Harry said. And they both ate their pieces of apple in silence.

"Of all the people I could've been stuck here, I'm stuck here with you." Harry sighed after a while, trying something to break the silence. Draco laughed,
"Yeah, I thought exactly the same. However, I don't think someone else could've helped me with a dislocated arm, so it's not that bad after all." Now it was Harry's turn to laugh.
"That's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me Malfoy," Harry said, looking at Malfoy smiling. He didn't know why, but he started to feel comfortable talking to Malfoy while being locked up in a room with him. It stayed silent for a while

"You know," Malfoy sighed, "If we're going to have all 'you're not so bad actually' conversations, I never thought you were that bad actually. I just never knew how to act around you." Harry looked up surprisingly.
"How you do mean, Malfoy?"
"Well," Draco continued, "I.... And just promise this will stay between us, in this room!" Harry nodded, dying to know what Draco had to say. "Well, I kind of, you know, always liked you. But you're Gryffyindor, I'm Slytherin, I'm not supposed to like you. So hating you was easier." Draco shrugged his shoulders, not really sure where to look.
"Yeah," Harry said. "We are supposed to hate each other, why actually? I mean, being stuck in a room here with you, you're different than normal. I like you this way. And I like this more than being here stuck alone." Malfoy nodded.
"I agree," he said. The two boys looked at each other, smiling. There was no need to say out loud that they both really liked this conversation. They knew.

"It's getting cold," Draco said while shivering. Harry nodded. He had no idea what time it was, or how much time had past since they were stuck here. But a since while ago it was indeed gradually getting colder. Draco shivered again. His robe was no match for the cold.
"Come here," Harry said, while wrapping his arms around Malfoy. Draco froze for a moment, unsure how to deal with the situation, and then relaxed. This was better than being cold, even he had to admit that. Draco sighed and let his head rest on Harry's shoulder.
"Don't you ever feel lonely?" Harry started out of the blue. Draco looked up to him in surprise.
"How do you mean?"
"Well," Harry continued, "with Slytherin being hated by everyone. I mean, even I feel lonely, Ron and Hermione have each other, all the other people I hang around with have someone, and I don't even only hang around with the people from my own house. Don't you feel lonely then?" Draco nodded.
"Yeah, most of the time I do. I mean, I do hang around with a lot of people from my house, but not everyone understands me so well like you. I mean, I have the feeling that you understand me. And next to that, because of all the hate towards my house, and other factors, I probably will never be able to actually be with the person I love. That makes me feel lonely most of all." Harry kept quiet for a moment. He never expected such sensitive talk from Draco Malfoy. Even though, he never expected all of this, the fact that they actually understood each other so well.
"So, Malfoy," Harry started in a curious tone, "who is that special person then?"
"You really want to know?" Draco lifted himself up from Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded. Draco in love was something he had never even thought of as a possibility, so of course he wanted to know.

In a flash Harry suddenly felt something pressed against his lips. Flabbergasted he stared at Draco Malfoy, who was pressing his lips against Harry's. When noticing Harry didn't respond, Draco pulled back with a blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry," he whispered and looked at the ground.
Harry stared at Malfoy in confusion. Did Draco really just kiss him? And he actually liked it?
Without thinking any further Harry pushed Draco's chin up with his hand, so Draco had to face him, and he pressed his lips against Draco's. After a few seconds of being mind-blown, Draco started to kiss Harry back, loving the feeling of their lips touching.
Draco opened his mouth, licking Harry's bottom lip with this tongue, and then softly biting it. Harry gasped, and Draco grabbed the opportunity to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth. The game began, as their tongues whirled around each others. Both not wanting to hold back, the kiss became rougher and rougher within seconds until they drew apart for air.

"Damn you're a good kisser!" Draco panted when he pulled back from the kiss. He didn't get an answer, Harry went straight on to kiss his neck, while he pushed Malfoy to the floor. Draco moaned when Harry softly bit his neck. His arousal grew with every touch, almost up to the point that he just had to have Harry, right here on the floor."
"Harry!" Draco panted when Harry slid his cold hand under Draco's shirt. Harry smiled, this was a way more satisfying state to see Malfoy in than in agony. In the couple of seconds Harry thought of that, Draco pushed him up and pulled his shirt over his head. The cold air in the room made his nipples erect instantly, which Draco saw as an invitation.
Harry gasped for air as Draco swirled his tongue around Harry's nipples. The moment Draco let go, Harry pulled him in for another passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to last forever, but suddenly Draco stiffened.
"You hear that?" He said, as he pushed Harry away. Harry listened closely and heard what Malfoy meant. Hasty footsteps were coming closer and closer to the room they were locked in.
"They found us," Harry said sadly. "Couldn't they just leave us here for a couple hours more?" Harry continued, and he bit softly on Draco's earlobe.
Draco gasped, and looked at Harry with a look of pain on his face.
"You should get your shirt back on." He said.

With pain in his heart Harry let go of Draco and got up to get his shirt, while the footsteps were inevitably getting closer and closer.  

"Harry, Draco, are you in here?" Mcgonagall's voice shouted through the wood of the closed door.
"Yes!" They both chanted at the same time.
"Okay boys, stand back, I'm going to blow this door up!"
Draco and Harry looked at eachother.
"I guess this was it," Harry whispered. Draco nodded.
"No one can ever know," he said. This time it was Harry's turn to nod. No matter how much it hurted both, they both knew that they couldn't even be seen together. Softly Malfoy pressed a quick last kiss on Harry's mouth.
"I'll never forget this," Harry whispered.
"Me neither." Draco said with an evil grin on his face. "Same time, same place next week?" A smile appeared on Harry's face.
"Same time, same place."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry nor Draco, they belong to their respective owner J.K. Rowlings.

Furthermore, this is my first attempt to writing a HP fanfic, first time Drarry slash and first time slash and writing in a long long time. So please bear with me people ;) Hope you like it!
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Snow fell quickly outside, some people not being able to leave the Christmas party. Others could care less as they drank and spoke with everyone, the alcohol coursing through the partygoers and making them feel even more at ease.

You sat at a table, blocking out the chatter and music as you read. Fingers danced along the side of your book, waiting to be used again to turn the page. You would be one of the few already gone if it wasn’t for the weather, so you sat and immersed yourself in a better life for a bit.

Someone cleared their throat to get your attention, but you didn’t look at them. “You can go ahead and take the chair, I don’t need it,” you told them as you flipped a page.

“Thanks,” a voice you were familiar with replied as they sat down across from you.

After finishing your paragraph, you looked up to green eyes that watched you. “When I said that I meant at another table, Barton.”

Barton smirked as he drummed his fingers on the table. “I know, but then I’d be leaving you by yourself and that’s no good.”

Placing a bookmark in your beloved book and closing it, you sighed. “Alright, what do you want? Anytime someone says more than just a polite greeting to me means they want something.” Folding your arms in front of your chest, you leaned against the back of your chair with an arched brow.

Clint mirrored you but stayed quiet for a few seconds. When he finally spoke he said, “You know, you wouldn’t have to assume that of people if you were nicer. I actually just came over here so you wouldn’t be alone. You must be really bored if you’re reading at a party.”

You watched as his eyes turned a dark blue as the light hit them just right. You wondered why he couldn’t just leave you alone, but you knew if you asked him to then he would stay for the heck of it. “Just waiting for the snow to slack so I can go home, you’ve spied on me before, you know I don’t do people.”

The smirk on his lips turned into a complete smile, but he still held that playful look in his eyes. “I was more along the lines thinking you’d do me, not people.”

Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t help but be thankful that you hadn’t been drinking anything at that moment. Without a word, you held on to your book and grabbed your purse before leaving the party with your coat, not caring about the weather.

After you had changed clothes and were just about to go to bed, a knock came from your door. Putting a gun in the waistband of your shorts at the small of your back, you opened the door. The same ever-changing eyes met yours before they scanned your body.

“Barton, what are you doing here,” you asked in annoyance as you took the gun from your back and placed it on a nearby table. You felt slightly uncomfortable at the amount of skin he would see, but you figured he wouldn’t be there long.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I didn’t think it would bother you but I felt guilty that it did.”

You could feel him watching you which made you shiver, but not in an unpleasant way. “Clint, why are you really here? If that was it then you would have waited until we went back to work or you would have called.”

“In truth,” he asked as he walked closer to you, “I needed to talk to you about something.”

He stood taller than you by only a few inches and it became even more apparent by how close he was to you. You looked up at him and watched as your coworker glanced at your lips as you spoke. “And what’s that?”

He didn’t reply in words, but it was clear as he placed his lips against yours. His left hand cupped your cheek as his right went to the middle of your back, pushing you closer to him. Your hands went to his chest as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fall into the world he created with just his mouth on yours, his tongue flicking along your bottom lip.

He ended the kiss, but kept his forehead to yours, his darkened eyes staring into the windows of your soul. “I guess you didn’t really have talking in mind,” you told him, smiling as he chuckled.
Hope you enjoy this one as well. I finished writing Thor's so I'll be typing it up tomorrow and then posting it for all of you. That'll wrap up my Christmas with the Avengers on Christmas Eve which worked our nicely.
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I wake up blinded by the sunlight
Only to realize absence of life's delight
Everyone yearning for brightness
In this place enclosed in darkness

The piercing pain,
The woeful cries
The thirst for greater wealth
To achieve a better health

Families tenuous of starvation
Parents and children seeking direction
Each district secretly wanting insurrection
Against the Capitol's greedy agitation

Iridescent competition for survival created,
Controlling life for entertainment started
All of us longing for an end to this rapture
No longer wanting to suffer from this seizure

This dystopia encased in obscurity
Residents being absorbed by vanity
Can this really be reality?
Why is it devoured in catastrophe?
What caused us to give birth to human bestiality?
This is a poem I made a month ago for English class, which is dedicated to the trilogy, "The Hunger Games," written by Suzanne Collins.
It is according to Katniss Everdeen's perspective.
I just thought I'd share it here on dA since I never use my blogspot anymore xD...

~I wrote this while listening to Epik High :3
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    I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.

Harry Potter
And The
Mists Of Avalon Pt. 3

           Story: Kim West                                     
           Editing: Autumn Winters

     A new day begins as we enter Diagon Alley, a marketplace for witches and wizards.  It is a magical world of wonder, delight, and sometimes danger. You see there are things lurking within the shadows. Things that are both nasty and terrible. They have escaped from the wizard prison known as Azkaban. No, these are not mere prisoners who escaped; these are dementors, my friends. Vile creatures that torment prisoners by taking all positive spirit and hope away, and can swallow your very soul leaving you worse than dead. This is known as "The Kiss Of Death," and they will strike anyone at any time without warning. It matters not to them about such concepts of good and evil. The five dementors did strike only a few hours ago, a poor wrinkly old witch by the name of Roberta Prissywillow. Members of The Ministry Of Magic arrived on the scene.

     "Poor woman never had a chance," said Perrywinkle.
     His partner Grimmerfinch studied the woman, who was essentially just a living corpse at this point.

     Grimmerfinch spoke softly, "Did she have any friends or family?"

     "We're looking into it, but so far nothing. Most people we talked to said that she was just a crazy old bat that really made a nuisance of herself. Many of them think that she finally snapped when they found her like this."

     "Good, let them believe that for now. I don't want people to start panicking."

     Perrywinkle looked uneasy. "Shouldn't we warn people that…"

     Grimmerfinch's eyes flashed. "That What? That five dementors are running loose and we can't control them, that even if we manage to find them we have no way of stopping them. Oh and don't forget for one moment that we will probably end up just like her if we happen to surround them!" Grimmerfinch yelled in frustration, "Is that what you were about to suggest?"

     Perrywinkle looked down at his shoes. "No, I suppose telling the public wouldn't help matters much."

     "The Ministry should have never used those things in the first place," said Grimmerfinch as he handed his partner a bit of a smoke.


     On to other parts of Diagon Alley, to be precise Flourish and Blotts. This is where many students buy school supplies such as black cauldrons, spell books, and potions. Not all of Hogwarts' young students came to shop however. Ginny Weasley, for example, had wondered off on her own, she had far more important things on her mind than mere shopping. She, instead, wanted to find somewhere private in which to try out a necklace -a certain necklace she just happened to steal…ah…borrow from Becky.

     Ginny eyed the piece of jewelry in its protective case as if it were a p          iece of candy. "It's not fair that Becky has such big round boobies and I'm just as flat as you please." Ginny then grinned. "Not anymore…now that I have you, MY PRECIOUS."

     Ginny opened the case and put on the necklace. She didn't really notice anything, even though changes were certainly taking place. She definitely became curvy in all the right places. Her breasts grew until they were the same size as Becky's fine bosom; legs became slightly longer and more graceful; hips, thighs, and rear filled out rather nicely as well.

      Ginny sighed to herself in a soft sexy voice. "Maybe the magic has worn off."

     Just then, a light flashed and temporarily blinded her.

     "Wow, your soooo pretty. I just had to take your picture. I hope you don't mind? I always seem to forget to ask before taking pictures. By the way, what's your name? Do you go to Hogwarts? I go to Hogwarts. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Colin Creevey. Did I already ask you what your name was? I'm sorry I forgot, it's a nasty habit of…"

     "Wait! Please let me say something!" Ginny shouted at Colin.

     The blond haired boy stood sheepishly in front of Ginny holding his prized possession in his hands which was his camera of course. He was never seen without the bloody thing. It was like it was a part of his body like an extra arm.

     "Now then, did you just mention that I was pretty?" asked Ginny.

     Colin stood silent and looked somewhat nervous.

     Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "You may speak now."

     "Is this a trick question? I don't understand. A very pretty girl like yourself is wondering why I would say she's pretty?" Colin's eyes grew wide, "Are you a Weasley? Did Fred and George put you up to this?"

     "I'm Ginny…Ginny Weasley, and Fred and George would never let me be part of one of their pranks."

     "Ginny Weasley, you say?

     "Yes, why do you look so confused?"

     "You've changed quite a bit over the summer, that's all I've got to say."

     Ginny looked down at herself and gasped. "I'VE GOT BOOBIES, REALLY BIG BOOBIES."

      She smiled as she looked at the rest of herself. It had worked. The necklace transformed the ugly duckling into a beautiful swan.

     Ginny looked at Colin and simply shrugged. "Uh…well, I guess eating all the right kinds of foods and daily exercise certainly did the trick then? What can I say?"

      As incredible as it may seem, Colin was apparently gullible enough to believe what Ginny had said, or was it, perhaps, the fact that Colin's eyes were suddenly focused on something else besides Ginny's newfound beauty.

      "Oh my, that's a beautiful necklace you're wearing. Do you mind if I have a closer look? Perhaps even take a macro shot of it?"  

     Ginny scratched her head a moment; she wanted to say "no," that there was something rather dangerous about letting him have it. Try as she might though, she simply could not remember why boys should not touch this particular necklace, so she handed Colin her treasure for him to behold.

     "This is incredible, it must be worth a fortune," said Colin as he began to glow pink.

       Ginny watched as the blond boy began changing into a cute, petite girl with blonde curly hair. Ginny suddenly remembered why she didn't want Colin to touch Becky's necklace. She couldn't say anything now, it was too late. Colin's transformation was complete.

     "Ah, do you mind if I had that back? I have to be…ah...some place…uhmm…right now," Ginny said somewhat nervously.

     Colin Looked up and handed Ginny the necklace back. "Sure thing…uhmm…Ginny?"

     "Do you mind if we went on a date sometime?"

     Ginny blushed. "Uh…not right away, Colin…perhaps in a couple of months."

     Just as she was in the process of running away she noticed Holly, Becky, and Hermione heading right for her. "Oh no, this is defiantly not good," she thought to herself.

     "Hey, isn't that your necklace that girl has in her hand? Hermione asked Becky.


     "I'm sorry, Becky, I was just borrowing it. I meant to ask you, but for some reason it simply slipped my mind."

     "Holey Cricket! It's Ginny!" Hermione gasped as she noticed Ginny's new form - gasped with a bit of envy I might add.

     Becky was about to yell some more when Colin began taking more pictures. This time she pointed her camera in Holly's direction. The flash momentarily blinded everyone.

     "Wow! Holly Potter! I'm sorry; I just had to take your picture. You may not remember me but I'm your biggest fan. My name is Colin Creevey and I go to Hog…"

     "Hang on a moment! What did you say your name was?" Holly asked with unease.

     "Colin Creevey, I'm Gryffindor just like you, but I suppose you wouldn't remember someone…"

     "Ginny, you let him touch that necklace didn't you?" Holly accused.

     "Uh…yeah…I suppose." Ginny said sheepishly.

     "Oh my, you are in trouble now," Becky sighed, "When mum finds out you turned Colin into a girl she's really going to flip."

     Colin looked down at her body just then. "I'm a what?"


     Colin was so shocked at what she saw that she did the unthinkable. She let go of her camera. It quickly fell to the ground, breaking into tiny bits. It lay in ruin as it crackled and fizzled. Colin's eyes grew wide in shock and yes, in horror as well, over the sudden, tragic loss of her greatest treasure.


     The whole store could hear this scream. She continued to scream as she ran away. Everyone stayed clear of her apparent rampage as she went in search of her mommy.

     "That went well." Holly said calmly.

     Becky kicked the rubble a bit with her shoe. "Do you think it can be fixed?'

     "There's only one way to find out," Hermione said as she pointed her wand at the broken camera, "I always wanted to try this spell I read in Film Magicians Weekly."

     "Why would you bother reading that? You're not a film person." Holly said scratching her head.

     "She'll read the ingredients off of a bubblegum wrapper if you let her. You know that as well I do." Becky replied smugly.

     Hermione paid no attention to Becky as she flicked her wand.


     Suddenly the pile of rubble became a small tornado as it whirled about the floor. After several moments, the tornado dissipated leaving a shiny new camera behind. It began to hop about the floor, and then it jumped high into the air, and then it landed in the waiting hands of a smiling Hermione.

     "Uh…Hermione, I don't think Colin's camera was magical before." Becky said nervously.

     "Well it certainly is now, isn't it?" Holly said as she watched the camera purr in contentment.

     Hermione simply rolled her eyes. "You wanted me to fix the camera and so I did, besides I think it's rather cute now the way it is."

     "What if the Ministry…"

     "Oh please, whose father enchanted a certain car not too long ago?"

     "Yes but…"

     "And who took that certain car for a joy ride all the way to Hogwarts?"

     "Hey that wasn't a joy ride I'll have you know!" Becky huffed.

     "I agree, we nearly died at least twice on that little adventure." Holly added.

     "Very well, I won't argue further on the subject." Hermione turned to face Becky. "Does the camera stay or do I turn it back into a pile of junk?"

     The camera started to shiver and whine in a rather pathetic way. All eyes were on Becky at that moment.

      "Please Becky! Don't kill it!" Ginny pleaded.

     Becky grumbled. "Oh bloody hell! I can't take this anymore! We'll find Colin and give her back that thing, alright?"

     Ginny smiled and hugged her sister, who slowly hugged back and smiled her own smile.

     "You better find mum quickly before she finds out what happed on her own." Becky told Ginny.

     Ginny nodded and soon she ran out of the store in search of her mum.  

     "I swear, that girl is becoming a bloody menace." Becky said shaking her head.

     "I don't know, I'd say she's just trying to be more like her big sister." Holly replied with a bit of a smile.

     Becky gave Holly a dirty look but said nothing.

     "We better get moving if were ever going to catch up to Colin." Hermione told the others.

      So the three of them headed off in the direction they last saw Colin when they ran into Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.

     Malfoy bowed to Holly. "Ah, if it isn't the lovely Miss Holly Potter."
     Crabbe and Goyle laughed aloud and nearly fell to the ground.
     Holly was seething with anger. "Out of my way Malfoy, or I'll knock your block off!"

     Holly pushed passed Malfoy hoping that he wouldn't call her bluff. She wasn't sure she'd be able to take him in her current condition. All she wanted, at this point, was to get away from the teasing.

     "No! Wait! Come back!" Malfoy called out.

     "Grow up, Malfoy!' shouted Becky as she and Hermione chased after their friend.

     Malfoy turned to face Crabbe and Goyle who were still busy laughing to notice that he was furious with them.


     Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing.

     Malfoy clenched his fists. "You made my poor, sweet Holly think I was mocking her."

     His sidekicks looked at him as if they were a bit confused. I could not say whether they thought Malfoy had suddenly gone insane or that they simply were trying to figure out what imbecilic meant. Alas, the world may never know. In any case, Malfoy was defiantly frustrated at the turn of events. He knew that Holly would never trust him, and why should she? Malfoy had always been enemies with Harry, so why would things change now?

     Becky and Hermione tried in vain to look for their fellow Gryffindor, but she was nowhere to be seen. Holly, in fact, had made her way into a dark alley. Did I say the word dark? Why yes, I believe I did say dark. Do you remember I mentioned something about five dementors roaming freely? Well, Holly managed, quite nicely, to find the very alley in which they were roaming freely. They, in turn, discovered her and promptly began moving toward her.

     Holly backed away. "Oh no, this is not good."

     She ran in the opposite direction as fast as she could. One of the dementors just missed grabbing her arm by a fraction of an inch. As she ran, she began to wonder why she had not fainted. In the past, as Harry, he would do exactly that whenever those nasty things came lurking near. Holly did not have time to ponder this because she was being surrounded by the dementors. People cried out in terror when they saw the creatures.


     "Oh my! That poor girl!"

     Becky and Hermione heard the shouts and saw their friend being surrounded. They tried to rush in and rescue her, but people in the crowd refused to let them.

     "Let us go! That's our friend!" cried Hermione.

     "She needs our help!" growled Becky.

     One of the people holding them said," No dearies, it's too late for your friend."

     Another added, "You'd only be throwing your lives away."

     The dementors were upon Holly. One of them grabbed her by the arm but quickly let go, screaming in agony as it did so. Then red, glowing cracks of light formed on its hand. The red cracks soon spread, covering the entire creature's body. It flailed about until the red light expanded from its body for a moment, then, with a flash, it imploded taking the creature with it. The other four dementors suddenly backed off sensing that the tables had turned. It was they who had become the hunted. They tried to get away but found that they were frozen in their tracks; a bright light shone forth from Holly, engulfing the four as she floated in mid air.

     She looked down upon them and said in a commanding voice, "Evil creatures of the night, be gone from my sight."

     Inhuman cries rang out as the light simply faded the dementors into nothingness, soon after, the light faded and Holly slowly floated to the ground. The crowd let go of Becky and Hermione and they rushed to the side of their friend.

     "How did you do that?" asked a stunned Becky.

     "I…think…" Holly murmured.

     "Let's find someplace where we can talk, and you can get a bit of rest," Hermione said as she and Becky helped Holly.

     Suddenly a curly-haired blonde broke free of the gathering crowd. She sped up to the three girls with wonder and awe in her eyes. She was quickly followed by a rather nervous, middle-aged woman.

     "Holly! That…was…incredible!"

     "Hi Colin, I'm glad your alright." Holly looked up at the woman standing next to Colin. "I presume you must be Colin's mother."

     "Yes I am, and you must be Holly Potter. My son…uh…daughter idolizes you and from what I just saw I can see why."

    Becky stepped forward just then. "Sorry about Colin turning into a girl and all, but it's not permanent. Colin should become a boy again in three months time; that is if he doesn't have…"

     Hermione interrupted Becky at that point. "Hey! Colin, guess what I have for you!"

      She presented Colin with her camera, which leaped into the air and landed quite safely in Colin's hands. She looked at it with the bright, shiny eyes of a child waking up Christmas morning to find the perfect present to love and cherish.


     Before anyone could answer she spun around to face Holly. "Please, can I take your picture with me?"

      Colin's camera suddenly floated out of Colin's hands and positioned itself for the best possible angle it could manage. Meanwhile Colin had joined Holly's side and was smiling a big bright smile.

      "Uh, sure", said Holly as the camera flashed.

      "Wow, this is a neat way to take pictures," giggled Colin as the camera suddenly zoomed about taking various pictures of Hermione, Becky, and finally the crowd.

       "Colin dear, don't you think that's enough pictures for one day?"

     "Ah, but mom", Colin whined in the universal whine all children seem to make to their parents. Her mother simply smiled at her new daughter knowing that her child was happy, healthy, and safe. They both waved goodbye to the three girls.

     Holly, Becky, and Hermione waved back for a few moments, but then they soon moved toward the crowd which had no intention of blocking their way. Somewhere in the deep, dark shadows lurked a figure. It was "He Who Must Not Be Named." He watched his dementors suffer defeat with ease, and I can tell you he looked worried.

     "It appears I'm going to have to come up with some stronger allies if I am going to neutralize that little…" his words trailed off as he watched Holly Potter leave.  

     The three girls made their way to Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. They sat down with ice cream. Becky and Hermione tried to order a huge amount of chocolate ice cream for Holly to consume, but she shook her head indicating that she did not want any.

     "I want strawberry," Holly said firmly.

     "But…what about…the dementors?" stammered Becky.

     "Yes, you must counteract the effects they must have had on you." Hermione added.

     "I'm just tired from the fight, but I'm not sick. Come to think of it, they did not effect me in the least," Holly smiled just then, "I didn't feel like fainting the entire time they were attacking me."

     The three of them sat down at a table with their ice cream and silence grew as they began the task of eating. Holly had strawberry while Becky and Hermione had chocolate. In fact a great many of the crowd that had witnessed the defeat of the dementors had come into the parlor to order chocolate ice cream; everyone felt somewhat ill, While Holly might not have felt any effects from the dementors her friends definitely felt the need for healing powers that only chocolate seemed to possess.    

     Holly looked at her friends and sighed, "I suppose explanations are in order."

     Becky snorted, "That's an understatement! No less than five dementors attacked you, and you simply wiped them out of existence. Yeah, I'd say that might need explaining."

     "I honestly don't know how I managed that. One moment I was me, the next moment I became something more."

     "What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

     "Something happened to me when I was close to dying in the hospital. I had a vision of a woman who called herself The Goddess. She gave me certain choices about my future. She said something about joining her sisterhood, but at the time I had thought it was just a silly dream."

     "So you think this vision had something to do with what just happed now?" asked Becky.

     "It's a start, when we get to Hogwarts we can start researching this Goddess."

     "You mean the Library; spending countless hours in there for what? Can't we have a normal school year for once?" pleaded Becky.

     "Spending time in the Library should be a normal part of every student's school year. I'll have you know…"

     "Hold on, I haven't told you everything about what happened to me out there just now."

    "Like what?" asked Becky.

     "Yes please, Miss Potter. I, for one, am extremely curious about this whole incident. After all, it's not every day a teenage witch manages to do what is considered impossible."

     Holly turned to see Cornelius Fudge standing by her side with his arms crossed. Two other members of The Ministry of Magic were present as well. She did not welcome them in the least, because last year Fudge made it very clear that he thought Holly had lied about Voldemort coming back during The Triwizard Tournament.

     Holly simply smiled at Fudge and said, "It is a comfort to know that The Ministry keeps such control over their dementors these days."

     Fudge looked rather furious at that comment. "You will come with me now, young lady. You will tell me everything you know, and you will respect your elders. Do I make myself clear?"

    Holly stood up and faced Fudge. "Unless you are charging me with destroying those abominations that tried to attack me, I'm afraid I'm not going anywhere with you. Oh, by the way, Mr. Fudge, not that you would believe me, but your dementors were under the control of Lord Voldemort who commanded them to hunt me down."

    Many wizards and witches who were listening intently to the conversation that Holly and Fudge were having let out audible gasps at the mention of the name Voldemort. Others choked on their chocolate ice cream.

    Fudge's eyes flashed. "What proof do you have that he had anything to do with your attack?'

    "I sensed his presence."

    Fudge laughed. "You sensed him did you? Well finally some hard evidence."

     "There's more, Voldemort is planning something big. If he isn't stopped, many people will die.

     "You're determined to promote mass hysteria no matter what the cost. All you seem to care about is getting your blasted name in the paper"

     "Miss Potter. Could we get a few words and pictures with you?"

     Holly saw the photographer from the Daily Prophet who had taken her picture at the hospital. Apparently he had been promoted to reporter as well.

     "Miss Potter has nothing to say at this time. She is being taken under protective custody until further notice," Fudge told the reporter.

   "Yes, and against my will I might add," Holly said smiling.

   The reporter quickly took down the quote and then snapped a picture in Fudge's direction.

    "Is that true, Mr. Fudge?"

    Fudge's face turned red. "Why no…of course not. Miss Potter misunderstood what we meant to say."

     "Then I'm free to go then?" asked Holly sweetly.

     "I…no…what I mean is…what if you're attacked again?"

     "I think can take care of myself, but thank you for caring." Holly said as she was about to leave.

     "How about answering some questions, Miss Potter?"

     "I'm sorry but I've been accused of promoting mass hysteria in order to get my name in the paper. Any questions you may have; please refer them to Mr. Fudge. I'm confident he will tell you everything you need to know about this matter in a calm, professional manor."

   Holly waved to an angry Mr. Fudge. He had no choice but to let her go. To do otherwise now would invite the media and public opinion to consider whether he might be better suited to an early retirement.


     Later that night both Ginny and Becky were to face the eventual wrath of their mum. Although Mrs. Weasley was rather upset when she found out what Ginny did to herself and Colin; she remained relatively calm. The Creevey Family had not wanted to make an issue of it which certainly made things less tense, however Ginny still received several hours worth of lectures, which she did not seem to appreciate in the least. Becky also heard an ear full about being more careful with her necklace. She promised she would keep it under lock and key from now on, which was the only way for her to keep the bloody thing. Any more mischief and the necklace would be taken away forever.

    The days passed without further incident. The talk about what happened to Holly with the dementors had died down, but students at Hogwarts continued to avoid contact with her just the same. It was not until Malfoy's repeated attempts to woo Holly that students began to gradually think of her as just another student. Malfoy constantly pestered the poor girl and yet she hadn't done a thing to harm a hair on his head. Many figured they were certainly safe from Holly if she wouldn't even harm someone who obviously needed a good kick in the rear at the very least.   

     All this was minor of course, as the main news was the arrival of Viktor Krum to Hogwarts. Speculation ran rampant about what house The Sorting Hat would place him in. Viktor played in The World Quidditch Championship last summer, and even though he caught The Golden Snitch, his team managed to lose the match. Still, any house team who had him as their seeker would be a force to be reckoned with. Even Gryffindor talked openly about replacing Holly with him instead. She tried not to let this get to her by thinking of other things. What those things were she had no idea. She grew more nervous until the time had arrived. The Sorting Hat normally dealt with first year students the first night they arrived at the school, but Viktor  being a seventh year was certainly entitled to his own Sorting Ceremony.

     "Viktor Krum."

     The great Hall grew silent as Krum walked up to the front of the room. Professor McGonagall placed the hat upon his head.

     "Hah!...A foreign exchange student. Don't get too many of those," The Sorting Hat rumbled, "Ah, I know…Ravenclaw!"

     The Ravenclaw Table went wild, they cheered as if they already won the house cup. Over at the Gryffindor table Holly was breathing a sigh of relief. She loved the game of Quidditch and really didn't want to give it up.

     "Bad news Holly, it looks like you're still our seeker," George Weasley chided.

     "Just be glad we're not the ones who have to fly against him," Fred Weasley added.

     Holly smiled. "I love challenges. You should know that by now."

     The following days began to fall into a somewhat normal routine for Holly. Attend classes and be stalked by Malfoy. Go to the Library and be stalked by Malfoy. Go to Quidditch practice and have Malfoy gawking at her the entire session. It was getting to the point where the only moments of peace were in the girl's restroom and the Gryffindor Common Room.

     "I'm telling you, I think I'd rather have a Malfoy who hated my guts than one who keeps following me around like a lovesick puppy." Holly said as she paced back and forth.

     "You know you could try to maybe…"

     Holly interrupted Becky. "Don't say it. Don't ever say it to me or anyone else. The very thought of me and him….UGHH!…YUCK!"

     "Perhaps dating another boy would help you get rid of Malfoy" Hermione said causally as she was reading a book.

     "Yeah boys can be quite nice if you give them a chance," blurted Becky

     Both Holly and Hermione looked at Becky as she said this. She stood there kind of wishing she hadn't opened her mouth just then.

     Holly smiled. "I was wondering when you would bring this up."

     "Wha..what do you mean?" Becky tried to say innocently.

    "Oh come clean already. The whole school knows you and Neville have been seeing each other." Hermione said with a certain smugness.

     "We have not…I mean…it was…"Becky sighed, "Oh bloody hell. Yeah I'm seeing Neville. He's really a sweet lovable teddy bear when you get to know him, a bit on the clumsy side of things, but still a sweet boy."

     "Oh, you have it bad for him," Hermione said grinning.

     "We think you and Neville make a smashing couple. We we're curious just how serious it was," said Holly.

     "He's asked me to go with him to the dance next Friday. I really want to go with him."

     "So what's the problem?" asked Holly.

      Becky wouldn't answer, though she turned pale and sad.

     "I think I know. Your time as a girl is just about up, isn't it", Hermione replied.

     "Yeah…It .is," Becky said almost in tears, "I don't want to go back to being Ron Weasley. It's hard to think of myself that way."

     "Perhaps if you and Neville would…"

     It was Becky's turn to interrupt Holly. "No, I couldn't do that to Neville. If I'm with someone, it should be for the right reasons. I don't want to ever look back and wonder if I did it because I just wanted to stay female."

     Hermione went over to hug Becky. "Look we will find a way for you to stay the way you are if that is what you want."

      "YES! PLEASE! ANYTHING!" Becky exclaimed hugging back with all her might.

      "Alright then, you can stop squeezing me. I need to breath now," Hermione said to a very grateful Becky.


     While this was happening let us now consider Draco Malfoy for a moment. Everyday he was being rejected by Holly. He was becoming a laughingstock around school. Even Crabbe and Goyle stopped hanging around him. Malfoy was beginning to get desperate; he just had to find some way to make Holly fall in love with him. That's it; make her fall in love. He would go see Snape and get a potion to make Holly fall in love. Malfoy quickly headed for Snape's office. He knocked on his door.

     "Yes, what is it?" asked Professor Snape as he opened his door.

     "Uh…Professor Snape?"

     "Ah, Mr. Malfoy what can I do for you?"

     "You see sir, I have this problem and I was wondering if you could help me?"

     Snape smiled and straighten up a bit. "Depends on what you want, my dear boy."

     "I want to make someone fall in love with me."

      "Ah well, just make sure you're the one who's bewitching her mind and not the other way around." Snape said with a toothy grin.

     Malfoy looked confused. "Why would I want to be bewitched?"

     Snape shook his head and sighed. "Never mind, who may I ask is the girl you wish to control?"

     Malfoy blushed. "Holly…Holly Potter, sir."

     Snape's smile quickly faded. "Let me get this straight. You want Holly Potter to fall in love with you?"

     "Yes sir, can you help me?"

     Snape cleared his throat, "First of all it is against school policy to inflict spells or potions on students and or faculty against their will. Doing so may result in immediate expulsion. Second, Holly Potter has many friends who will notice any drastic changes in her behavior. Miss Granger's overdeveloped brain would easily figure out what happened and have you in Dumbledore's office in no time. And speaking of Dumbledore, he has gone to great lengths to protect Potter. I would suggest not making him upset with you."

     "But I'm in love with her," pleaded Malfoy.

     Snape sighed, "Let me give you some advice. All women are poison. Many marriages and relationships have ruined men's lives. Trust me; I know what I'm talking about. Oh, it starts out innocent enough, but then they ask and later demand for things. They want rings, dresses, trips to France, and even CHILDREN! It never ends, because no matter how much you give them, they always want more."

     "Holly's not like that."

     Snape laughed out loud. "Oh yes she is, my poor deluded boy. Potter has become one of them; there's no doubt about that. She hasn't done a thing and she already has you wrapped around her little finger."

     "I don't care what you say. She and I are meant to be together. I just know it."

     "A water-buffalo has a better chance with Holly Potter than you do. No offense of course," said Snape as he tried hard not to laugh again.

     And so Malfoy must content himself with stalking Holly Potter for the time being. As for Holly, she had been looking forward to visiting Hogsmead for the weekend break. It was a chance for many of the students to get away from the school and hang out at the wizard village. It was also an opportunity for some to arrange dates to the upcoming dance next Friday. Becky for example went off with Neville extra early so they could plan out their big date. This left Holly and Hermione to themselves for the day, which meant avoiding Malfoy while at the same time trying to have fun. Holly took her invisibility cloak to throw him off the track. This was quite effective in making Malfoy extremely frustrated. Somehow this made Holly feel better about her situation. While running around Holly and Hermione did meet up briefly with Becky and Neville. The two were holding hands and smiling as they approached.

     "Well it looks like you two are having a grand time together," Holly said smiling.

     "Yeah it's been positively dreamy." Becky said as she hugged Neville.

     "Uh…Holly, Viktor Krum was asking about you. Have you seen him?" Neville asked.

     Holly shook her head. "Why no, I haven't. I wonder what he could want with me."

     "Who knows, the guy barely says anything at all at school, but he did seem intent on finding you," Neville replied.

     Neville and Becky made their farewells and they were once again off having fun together.

     "So you want to get some butterbeer and have a bit of a rest?" asked Holly.

     "Sounds good to me," Hermione replied nodding her head.
      The two girls headed off to seek refreshment at the local tavern. They ordered their drinks and sat down at a table to drink them. As they did so Malfoy showed up at that moment. Holly looked somewhat upset when she saw him standing next to her.

     "Leave me alone, Malfoy."

     "Please, my love…"

     "Don't call me that. We're not a couple and never will be one. Get that through your head."
      Holly stood up and was about to leave when Malfoy took hold of her arm.

     Holly's eyes flashed. "LET GO OF ME NOW!"

     "Please, what do I have to do to get you to like me?" Malfoy pleaded.

     Malfoy felt a powerful grip on his shoulder. He let go of Holly as he cried out in pain. As he recovered he spun around to see Viktor Krum.

     "You vill treat the young lady vith respect," Viktor told Malfoy as he held his wand in Malfoy's direction.

     Malfoy wanted to say something but knew he didn't have any sort of advantage. He grumbled as he rubbed his sore shoulder and slowly made his way out of the tavern. When he was gone Holly turned to face Viktor.

     "I want to thank you for helping me just now."

     Viktor shuffled his feet for a moment and looked down. "You are velcome…I…I vill leave you now."

     "Wait, I was told you wanted to see me. Please sit down with us and we can talk."

     Viktor looked into Holly's eyes. "It vould be inappropriate for me to ask you after vat has happened to you."

     Holly smiled. "Nonsense, ask me anything you want. I'll even treat you to a butterbeer. It is the least I can do."

     Viktor bowed. "I accept your kindness. I vas vondering if you vould mind attending the dance vith me?"
      This was something that Holly was not expecting at all. She thought about it for a moment and felt she could not refuse Viktor. It would crush his ego, and it was obvious that it took a lot for him to express himself in front of a girl.

      "I would love to go to the dance with you."

     Viktor smiled a big smile. "Thank you…I…ah…I did not vant it to look like I vas taking advantage of this situation. In your eyes I did not vant you to think I vas like Draco in any vay."

     Holly giggled out loud. "Trust me Viktor; you are nothing like Draco Malfoy. You're far too sweet to be anything like him."

     Viktor bowed again and was off to get some refreshments.

     "So it looks like you may have a new boyfriend." Hermione grinned.

     "Hold on, it's only one date. That doesn't make him my boyfriend."

     "We'll see, time will tell." Hermione said as she sipped her butterbeer.

This ends part three of this story.
I'm not sure what you mean by this?
Part three has Holly discovering she has more powers than she did before. The illustration for this part is Malfoy making himself most unwelcome as far as Holly is concerned. Too many things really to talk about.
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