My Own

Episode 7

Different Universe (Fruition)

Harry checked himself over to make sure his official robes were neat. His court appearance was in a few hours. Delinda said the Ministry required him to put his memory into a pensive. It appeared that the Applebee Arrows stated that he made false claims against them. Of course, that itself was a false claim, but Harry knew his memory would prove otherwise.

He rolled his eyes and wondered how Fudge kept his position. What Harry did know was that elections for a new Minister of Magic were in a few months. Fudge's campaign wasn't very convincing. However, it wasn't as if he was going against someone anyway. Harry and Draco suggested Dumbledore run for Minister, but he remained steadfast that he wanted to continue to run Hogwarts. Harry knew Dumbledore would've made great new Minister and probably would've won. Draco joked Dumbledore could always make Fudge his flunkie.

Draco...

They hadn't really spoken to each other since their huge argument three days ago. They only spoke out of necessity. In tight, strained voices, they decided to post-pone the potion taking. Snape warned them that they couldn't wait too long; the potion would only be good for another two weeks.

Something had changed between them. What? Harry wasn't sure. But he did know that he and Delina's relationship had become tense. Ever since 'The Incident', Harry called it; everything between them was somewhat awkward.

It wasn't surprising; the night of the incident and few days afterward he'd been having dreams. Dreams about Delinda. Dreams that left him aching in a hard place. Litterally. And he didn't know why. Why was she there? Why had he thought about her suddenly in that way...?

Harry's hands left his robes and he took a deep breath. Now is not the time to get hard, thought Harry. But his mind remembered of its own accord.

~*~

It was so foggy Harry couldn't see. He checked his glasses to find that they were on his face and stuck uncomfortably to his skin. When he went to wipe the lenses, he discovered that for some odd reason he saw much better without them. He decided to put them in his pocket when he noticed that he only wore a towel.

"Where am I?" he asked himself. He then felt ridiculous for having spoken when he was obviously alone.

It was hot and humid so Harry figured he was in some sort of steam room. He walked forward slowly making sure nothing jumped out at him in surprise. The only sounds were his breathing and skin sticking to the stone underneath his feet.

Five minutes later Harry figured he was dreaming. He thought of some water retreat from the hot humidity. Hell, if it is I can will it to appear, he thought logically.

Suddenly, Harry heard the sound of water and grinned at his correct assumption. He walked toward the sound and found a shocking sight.

There was a small pool of white marble that had steps leading up to it. It was connected to equally marble wall that Harry guessed appeared itself. Sculpted into the wall above the pool was a willowy woman that cupped her full breasts. The statue looked eerie.

Scented candles stood all around the outside of the circular marble. They glowed eerily in the fog. However, all the gorgeous scenery isn't what shocked Harry. It was Delinda wrapped in a towel, perched on the edge of the pool, who continuously splashed her legs with water.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him and then went into, what Harry was sure of, seductive slits.

"I would imagine you're hot," she said casually, as if they almost nude in front of each other everyday.

Harry would've asked why she was there but he thought she must have some sort of purpose. It was his dream after all.

"A little," he answered shyly, feeling all too uncomfortable with situation.

Delinda looked puzzled. "Why don't you get in the water? That's why you summoned it, right?"

"Er..." He put his hands behind his back to think about his situation. He was very naked under his towel. Before he could make up some dumb excuse, realisation dawned on Delinda.

"Is it about your nudity?"

"Well..."

"If I got in first would you relax?"

Panic seized Harry. He'd already seen too much of Delinda in 'The Incident'. "N-no, no, that's-"

But she had already began undressing. Harry stared and swallowed hard. Her body was... He stared.

Delinda looked up innocently. "See?" Her eyes roamed over Harry. "Oh, you like?" She cast her eye downward to signify her body.

Harry swallowed again. It was then he noticed a certain part of him began to take interest.

"Don't be ashamed. You're a man and it's clearly a man thing," said Delinda, with a dismissive wave of her hand. She happened to be wearing a very pretty bracelet on her wrists, but everything else distracted him.

Harry couldn't tell whether the scented candles were getting to him or not. He unwrapped his towel and slowly descended the steps into the water. The water was only slightly cooler than the place but it was comfortable.

He looked up to see ravenous eyes on him. Harry felt more naked than he was. She recovered fast however.

"Is he not lovely?" she asked, as though she was actually speaking to someone other than Harry.

"Yes... He is."

Harry looked around in bewilderment and saw that statue woman's eyes were on him.

"I told you the Sun's Child was handsome." Delinda looked appraisingly at Harry. "He is a fiery beam of courage and he is truly just."

The stone woman's hands shifted around her stationary nipples as she smiled. "I can see his heart from here. The Sun was very wise to take a piece of itself to share with the world."

Harry was confused. "What do you mean?"

Delinda took up the role of storyteller. "Twice upon a time, Sun would not share its with Earth and it was barren and cold. Earth asked Sun to mate with Moon to make children that would warm her. They mated but found out their children were not enough to warm the Earth. Then to the Moon's dismay, the Sun sent all their children so far away from their mother that they all burned out and died. Sun felt disgraced to have such weak children. So the Sun finally decided to take a piece of itself and created a child of its own light. That's you, Harry. You're Sun Beam."

"You mean..?" trailed Harry.

"Yes," answered the stone woman. "Earth wept for joy and sorrow. For even though her children now had warmth to accompany light, Moon was left childless. Sun uncaring and arrogant, did not care for Moon's feelings and only treated Earth with respect because they were of the same age. Earth did go to Sun and Moon again, but that is another tale. I now must return to my slumber." She closed her eyes and had two fingers outlining each nipple.

This sure is an odd dream, thought Harry more than confused. But the story had intrigued him and he thought he would find out the end to it somehow. Delinda seemed unfazed by story and just smiled at him.

Delinda swam near him and started to massage his feet underwater. Harry practically melted, he forgot how good she was at killing tension. She then came closer and stroked Harry's chest for a second before she drifted to the side to massage his shoulders. After that she placed a very loving kiss on Harry's temple and drifted back to her previous place on the other side pool.

Delinda seemed content to leave that at that. She smiled and brought out a basket of sliced pears. Everything seemed so cosy. Harry liked being taken care of for once.

"Want some fruit?" asked Delinda. She brought the fruit in front of Harry's face.

They smelled good. "Sure."

She began to hand feed him for a few minutes. Then all too soon, every slice was gone. Harry looked at her and felt unbelievable lust. Something else as well. But he wasn't sure what. He shook his head to try to shake the haze that made itself comfortable in his eyesight. No avail. Delinda was saying something but he couldn't understand nor hear what was being said.

Then he felt a press of a body against his own. He strained to clear his vision just enough to see Delinda hovered over his lap. He moved his hand as much as his fogged brain would allow and brushed against his most obvious arousal.

Merlin, no!

He tried to push her off him but she wouldn't budge. Either that or in his drugged state it did no good. He heard her laughter.

"Are you saying you don't want it?" jibed Delinda's voice in his ear.

Harry tried to say no only to have a extremely sharp pang of arousal hit him.

"Well? Cuz I won't do what you don't want," she whispered, as stroked his ear.

"Ngh," mumbled Harry. That sent another pang arousal through him and Harry thought that any more like that then he would surely orgasm.

"What was that darling?"

Merlin... It was driving him crazy. But he couldn't have sex with Delinda, not even in a dream. Then she brushed herself against his hard on and, "Yes!" came out his mouth.

Harry was more than horrified. If he had proper control of his hands, he'd probably would've covered his mouth in mortification.

"Okay... I just want to be filled with your light Sun Beam..." Delinda huffed in his ear, before she lowered herself down on him.

"Ughk." Harry made a sound like a large animal dying. It felt so...

"Hey! Potter! Get up!"

~*~

Harry blinked and looked at his reflection. He was all red. His cock was unhelpfully poking about. "Ergh," he sounded, as rearranged the stiff member.

That was exactly how he had woken up from the dream. Draco had roughly shook him awake that morning looking suspiciously at his arousal. However, he said nothing. Thank all the deities for that at least. Harry had told Draco years ago that if he woke up hard he had dreamt about him. Harry would assumed it did look suspicious when they weren't speaking to each other, he'd woken up hard. Harry breathed in deeply to calm himself.

"You finished, Potter?" sighed Draco, from the doorway.

"Er..." Harry flushed even deeper. "Fine."

Draco started to walk over. Damn it! Harry turned and tried to walk away from him. Nevertheless, Draco walked right in front of him effortlessly.

"Why's your face all red?" frowned Draco, as he looked Harry over.

"Uh..." sounded Harry. He tried to turn away only to feel 'Malfoy's Steel Grip'. Malfoy only used that when his interest was particularly piqued.

"You're horny, aren't you?"

Harry cleared his throat and tried to remove the Steel Grip. No avail.

"You wanna fuck, Potter?"

Harry frowned at Draco. Surely, he wouldn't think they would still have sex while they were fighting.

"Fine. Let's fuck." Draco walked forward.

"Uh-"

Draco was already on him. Harry was being kissed roughly and tugged at effectively. He was shocked to find that Draco was just as hard as he was. Kisses. Grinding. Growling. Growling?

They parted for breath and Harry was shocked that they were both a naked as jaybirds. Draco had that predatory glint in his eye and Harry liked it. He went to kiss Draco when Draco grabbed the back of his neck and held him there. Draco leaned in and licked Harry's lips before slipping his tongue inside.

Harry moaned. It seemed he'd been unconsciously missing their physical contact. Draco firmly pressed his fingers into his torso as he slid his hands down it. Harry's knees felt weak.

"Enough. Get your sweet arse on the bed, Potter." Draco stared at him lustfully.

Harry didn't know whether to feel more aroused with all the dirty talk flowing from Draco's mouth or indignant because he was called by his surname. So he just opted to scramble up on the bed.

"No, turn around. I want to see your face when you come." Harry turned to look back at Draco, who had an evil smirk on his face. "But I have to admit, that position is very alluring."

Harry turned over on his back and looked up at Draco. A pale beauty on the brink of madness. His grey eyes were dark with longing and intentions. Harry couldn't wait.

"There's nothing on earth like your expression before I take you," breathed Draco.

He pounced.

*

Draco collapsed atop Harry and tried to ease his pants. The shockwave of the last orgasm surprised him; he still trembled in fading pleasure and disbelief. That was the best sexual encounter they had in three months. Draco shook his head, rolled over, and stared at the ceiling.

They had just had the best sex fuelled on shameful dreams Draco had been having. He'd been having dreams since the 'Sex Bandit' pounced him that day at Olimpi's house. They were more than arousing. Draco could swear that he could've came in his sleep if he hadn't heard that sound that woke him.

His eyes drifted to the recovering Harry as his vision was clouded by vivid memories.

*

Draco looked around and saw mist everywhere. He walked on and on wondering why in Merlin's name could he be there. He logically thought he might be dreaming. It was odd for him to dream so clearly and he knew something must be up.

He noted that he was walking on snow and that it was freezing. If I didn't know better, he thought, I'd say I were naked. Draco chuckled at the ridiculous thought until he noticed that was indeed completely naked. As soon as he realised it, everything got colder and his feet burned from the iciness underneath them.

"My mind must be a sick and twisted place," mumbled Draco, to himself.

He walked on until he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to go some place warm. He thought about it as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw a blurred figure in the mist. A huge figure at that.

"A wand would be just perfect right about now," wished Draco aloud.

As the mist started clear around the figure, Draco's eyes opened in shock.

It can't be!

Carlo Magnus walked through the mist in all his masculine glory. He only wore a loincloth and a bracelet. His natural tan skin now glittered with light blue ice. His yellowish blue hair looked odd; it had ice flowers in it. Muscular and covered in the pretty sort of icy blue, Draco was floored.

"Come," said Carlo simply, with his hand out in invitation.

Draco was about to protest when he was pierced with those cobalt blue eyes. There was no room for argument at all. Obviously. Carlo had always been stubborn.

Draco reached out a hand and expected the hand to freeze him on spot. However, it was surprisingly warm, hot even. Draco looked up in confusion and Carlo's eyes crinkled in amusement but he said nothing.

The mist seemed to retreat with Carlo around. A sort of protection. Strange, thought Draco. Suddenly, the mist wandered to the floor and then to the ceiling. Everything was much clearer now that mist wasn't in the way.

There was nothing for a long time, but neither Carlo nor Draco said anything. Carlo was almost comforting, his warm hand melted Draco's shivering body. Suddenly, a large gate loomed out of the bluish darkness.

Draco thought it would be wise not to say anything so he didn't. Carlo gave him a look and then let go of his hand to approach the gate. A huge lion's head appeared at the centre of the gate obviously being the lock.

"Why did you wake me from my slumber?" growled the lion head.

Carlo's expression remained bland despite the lion head's irritation. "I have brought the Moon Child to see his garden grown in honour."

Draco's eyes opened in bewilderment. A garden? Grown in his honour? Draco wondered just how this could be his dream. There weren't the usual blurry, random colour images and sounds sort he usually had. This was almost as if it was real life.

"Is that so?" The lion head sounded amused and curious. "Give him this to protect him."

Carlo frowned. "I protect him good enough."

"You are not enough human. Give him this elixir. It will protect him from spirits and other unworldly things that could do harm to him. Things you cannot protect him from."

Suddenly, a vial of clear liquid appeared in front of the lion's head.

Carlo hesitantly took it. "What will it do to him?"

Now he's worried about my well being? Draco thought. This must a dream...

The lion head chuckled. "If I wanted to do harm to either you or him, you would be another one of my precious sculptures already."

Carlo grimaced and then turned back to Draco. He held out the vial to him. Draco looked up at him and took it. He opened the vial and sniffed it.

The lion head's laughter rang throughout the seemingly empty place. "Are all humans this suspicious? They obviously do not know the power of whom they come across. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. I am not dramatic or petty like you humans are. I kill immediately, I do not wait."

That's sure some confidence building speech, thought Draco sardonically. The vial had no smell and Draco hoped that it wouldn't have a taste either. Draco hurriedly swallowed the liquid. However, a sweet taste washed over his tongue and Draco wanted more.

"Er?"

The lion head laughed. He seems awfully cheerful for a frozen head on a rusty arse gate. "In all due time Moon Child."

Draco just shook his head and was about to hand it back when he noticed that the thing had no hands. Helpfully, the vial vanished in his hand.

"Enter," said the lion head severely.

Draco squashed his urge to laugh. Carlo took up his hand again and warmness spread in his body. The gates creaked opened and the lion's head split at the middle. Carlo smirked at him before leading him through. A strong gust of ice-cold wind passed over them and Draco unconsciously huddled closer to Carlo.

"You're cold," stated Carlo, as he looked him over.

It was at that moment Draco noticed that not once since he'd been there had he ever worried about his nudity. He almost jerked from Carlo's grasp in mortification but Carlo held him fast. What am I on? Draco thought to himself. The whole time he'd been naked in Carlo's presence and didn't even notice.

Carlo snapped his fingers and cloak that looked as if it was made out of frozen spider webs appeared. Carlo took it and threw around Draco's shoulders. Draco, fully expected it to be an ice block, shrunk as he tried to get away from the webbed cloak. Surprisingly, it kept him warm from the cold gusts.

Everything in this world is backwards, thought Draco.

Then in the bluish haze, Draco started to see random sparkles. He shifted to try to see better but Carlo held him firmly.

"Patience," he whispered.

Draco frowned and held himself check. Slowly, little by little, those sparkles turned into solid shining objects. Draco gasped when he began to see what it was.

"Is this...?" trailed Draco, as he looked around in wonder.

"Yes." Draco could hear the smile in Carlo's voice. "This is your garden. Drink this first." He handed him another vial and Draco hastily drunk it to see more of his 'garden'.

The garden was made up of ice flowers and sculptures that shone in the eerie blue light. All around him, Draco was surrounded by frozen beauty. A huge frozen daisy hung over his head and he reached out to touch it.

It was extremely cold, but the smooth surface kept Draco's hand from recoiling as he glided his fingers along the petals. He touched every sculpture and flower. Each one was an experience. There was one that had made Draco's heart stop.

Beautifully iced statues of two men. One dark blue and the other light. One held a sword and the other had a quiver on his back and held a bow. Both were of slight build, of similar height. However, the dark one had long wild hair and the other had short hair smoothed back.

Harry...

Abruptly, warm arms wrapped around his waist and startled him out of his daze. Carlo held him close sending his warmth into him.

"Come. You're freezing and blue with cold." Draco didn't even notice that a tear was on his cheek when Carlo wheeled him around towards a small he had seen before.

He wiped his hands over his face before they got to pool. It appeared to be a hot spring of some sort, which was odd considering the place it was in. He looked down into the water and noticed the odd colour. It was a metallic blue with... Well it looked like glitter in it.

Why does everything here sparkle? Draco thought. Draco wondered if he was in fact inside of Dumbledore's pupils.

As soon as Draco stepped into the water, he felt something was terribly wrong. He hesitated but Carlo guided him firmly down. Everything became hazy and just sluggish.

"Carlo..." Draco tried to speak but it came out a slurred, "Carrhhhlllaaooo"

Carlo stepped in a moment after Draco, and looked at him. "You are the child of Moon, Draco. Moon who was thwarted and heartbroken by Sun decided to make herself a child made from her own body. That's you Draco. You are the brightest star compared to all the weak children she birthed with Sun. However, Earth pleaded with Sun that her children, humans, were sad in the night when they would only see the Moon and got lonely when Moon wasn't around in the night. Sun went to Moon and all Earth was covered in shadow whilst Sun and Moon talked."

Draco could hear him faraway as if this was some sort of fairytale itself. He never noticed how smooth Carlo's baritone was and waited to hear the rest of the story.

"Moon complained that Earth was greedy and has already asked her and Sun for help. Moon was still bitter from Sun killing their previous children and did not want to help Earth out of spite. Moon did not want to experience such pain and loss again. Sun called down to Earth to tell her of Moon's refusal. He knew soon that they would be separated once again and had to act fast. Earth then conceded that she would only need Moon's children around during the night and for the rest of the day they could be with their mother."

Carlo suddenly chuckled but continued. "Moon then agreed to help out the Earth only because she was a mother like herself. She went to you, Draco and asked you to help make your sisters and brothers strong like you. Just a babe, you smiled and your radiant light shone bringing happiness to your mother's heart. Sun and Moon mated once again and when your light touched your sisters and brothers, they shone bright enough to keep Earth's children company during the night. But never as bright as you, which is why you stay close to your mother and your sisters and brothers stay down near the heavens."

Carlo kissed his neck. Draco didn't realise how close he was to Carlo. Arms seemed to be around him and... I think... I think I'm... When Carlo leaned against him, he knew it. He was horny as fuck and this Ice God/Sex Bandit was all over him. Draco thought about giving into temptation, but Harry's green eyes kept fading in and out of his vision.

"Stohk," mumbled Draco. He felt a tidal wave of pleasure wash over him and he gasped.

"I think not," answered Carlo. "You've been wanting this for a long time can't you see?"

"Gerroff-" panted Draco. every time he tried to refuse, pleasure taunted him, giving him much to feel but not enough.

"Harry can't respect you and your wishes like I can," whispered Carlo, whom seemed to be closing in. "Not like I can protect you..."

Draco couldn't speak any longer, he could only pant as he tried reaching out for some control in his mind. He always liked to be in control and the way that this was going...

Carlo nibbled on Draco's neck; Draco didn't even know his head leaned back against the rim of the pool. I have to... Get away... Carlo hands were everywhere and everywhere was an erogenous zone. Unexpectedly, Carlo moved and Draco thought he was spared the onslaught.

Thank Merlin.

Draco felt strong arms and hands move him. Draco opened his eyes and tried to focused on the different point of view. Panic filtered through the haze of his mind as he vainly tried to move. He could feel Carlo's chest against his back and Carlo's pulsing arousal against his arse.

"Just give me the word..." Carlo licked and light bit at his neck, all the while his fingers ran over his nipples. "Just let go to misery. Come be happy with me..."

"Okay..." came out of Draco's open mouth.

Dread, guilt, anger, panic.

Draco felt all these things and when Carlo started to position himself. Draco could feel himself crying. He didn't mean to say, actually, he felt as though some unknown force had moved his lips and said it in his voice. That it wasn't him. Draco became detached as he felt Carlo's fingers wonder to a place he swore to his love he wouldn't let anyone else touch. He then felt pressure against his entrance. He noted dimly that his erection was pressed into the side of the pool painfully. Carlo shifted against him and he felt...

CRASH!

Draco had woken up with a start at hearing that loud sound. He had tears on his face and cold sweat all over his body. He had snatched up his wand and walked through the house. When entered Harry's room he saw the man sprawled out on the floor in a tangle of covers. Draco asked Harry if he was okay and after he received a glare and a terse answer, he then went back to bed.

*

Draco looked over to Harry to see him hastily run into the bathroom. Court... Draco had temporarily forgotten about his court appearance. Harry probably had to shower again and then his clothes... Draco crawled over to the foot of the bed seeing his robes in a wrinkled heap.

My fault... Draco did notice that Harry was just as horny as he was, so he didn't shift most of blame to himself too much. Preferably, Draco usually lounged in the bed after sex because he could be bothered to move much. However, it was partially his fault that Harry's robes were wrinkled and Harry was in the shower. Because of an hour debauchery. He was the cause of the debauchery. The Debaucher. Draco snickered to himself as he got off the bed.

He stretched and gathered Harry's clothes to start cleaning them up. He would also make Harry a lunch before he went out. It was the least he could do, Harry had to be at the Ministry in forty-five minutes.

~*~

Harry hurriedly scrubbed all over his body. He couldn't go to court smelling like sex and a certain someone. He also had a ridiculous thought that Delinda would spaz if she smelt Draco on him. Why should it matter though? Since why would it matter if she got jealous? As if she would actually get jealous in first place?

Harry shook his head as he cleared out the soapsuds in his hair. He never understood why some people kept their hair long; it was a feat to wash it and hell to dry it. He stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel on the way to the bedroom. He was half finished drying himself off when he noticed that his robes, lotion, and cologne were laid out on the bed neatly.

Draco...?

He looked up for him but didn't see nor hear him. He glanced at the clock and saw that he'd only have a half an hour to get to court on time. He quickly dried off, lotioned down, and dressed. He only put a little bit of cologne on; he didn't want to go around suffocating people.

He put the stuff away knowing how Draco liked neatness. He ran past the kitchen to get his keys on the other side of the wall. His stomach growled and Harry mentally apologised to it because he hadn't eaten that morning. However, as reached for the keys, Draco came out of the kitchen's other door with a brown paper bag.

"Hmm," sounded Draco, as thrust the bag towards him. His eyes steadily remained on him, as if Harry would refuse it.

Harry hesitantly took it and peered it in. The smells of food drifted up to him and his stomach growled in delight. The bag was about medium size and packed. Harry almost swooned in delight and hunger.

"Ahem," sounded Draco, as he pointed to the clock on the wall.

"Shit!" cursed Harry and he ran towards the front door. But he stopped suddenly and turned around. He strode determinedly towards Draco and grabbed Draco's jaw with hand. He kissed him thoroughly and tenderly.

"God, I love you," whispered Harry, into Draco's awe slack lips. He then ran back to the door went out to Apparate to the Ministry.

*

Draco still stood there totally shocked by what Harry said and did. It was so... Loving, I guess is the word, thought Draco bewildered. He touched his fingers to his lips in awe. It had been crazy between them lately and Draco knew he left marks all over Harry. The sex had been savage and almost beastlike...

Draco shook his head and felt like relaxing that today. He'd already spoken to Sharky and Trixie had informed him that Draco didn't need to come in today. The world was starting to get boring and there wasn't much to write about. However, Hermione had invited Draco and few others for lunch today. He almost wished it was just the two of them but he knew better. Ron didn't want to be lonely.

Draco rolled his eyes as he grabbed his jacket to proceed to the Granger-Weasley household.

*~*

"Is everything in place?" asked Ginny, as she curled her shortened hair. She had gotten it cut two weeks previously to Sunny's dismay. However, before he came home she returned her hair to it's normal deep crimson colour.

"Yes," answered Madam W, from her room's doorway.

Ginny smiled wickedly in the mirror. "You'll be there right?"

"Of course." Ginny could see the woman leaned against her door frame. "Are you sure you have the performance down?"

Ginny finished and shook her hair a little. She turned to Madam W and smirked. "Oh, I'm sure."

*~*~*

Carlo straightened his silk button down shirt and looked into the mirror. He would have to be prepared to look the part if he would succeed. It seemed a ridiculously ludicrous idea to have someone fall in love with you in two weeks. But he'd known people who'd done it in less.

He touched the bracelet on his arm lightly. It was scary to even contemplate it, but according to the directions, everything would be fine once the side effects wore off. He looked at the duplicate for Draco. He'd been guaranteed that Draco wouldn't be harmed and that was the only reason why he agreed to do it.

He wondered if Delinda was as nervous as he was. He took a deep breath and grabbed his coat to go to Ron's house.

*~~*

"Better luck next time," grinned Delinda, at the sour faces of the whole Applebee Arrows team. She nailed Harry's case and felt so good rubbing it in their faces.

"Don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you," snarled one of the players.

Delinda wasn't shaken by the threat. She was used to it in her line of business and in her life. No of course it was the threat. It was the certainty of it.

"Shut the fuck up, Robertson," snapped his manager. He glared at Delinda as he walked by with the rest of the team.

Something cold lodged itself in Delinda's stomach but she couldn't figure what it was. She didn't have long to ponder it when Harry appeared at her side, jubilant.

"Did you see their faces?" he laughed. "I mean, what did they expect? Really." He looked at all their sneering faces coolly.

Delinda looked over at Harry's smiling face and felt a surge of love overcome her. It would soon be time and they would be together. Like she always pictured.

"Harry."

He looked at her. "Hmm?"

"You know Hermione's having a lunch/celebratory get together today. You wanna go?"

He furrowed his brows as he thought it over. Delinda wondered what he was thinking if it had to think about it. Hermione was his best friend and Ron would be there too, so...?

"Yeah, we'll go," said Harry, after thinking through all the possibilities.

"Oh yeah, we have go over the paper work for transferring the money we won into your account," said Delinda, as they made their way out the Ministry.

Harry shook his head to the confusion of Delinda. "No, I want to donate it to a charity. I have more than enough to live comfortably."

Delinda knew it would be a lost battle to try to convince Harry of otherwise, so she just nodded. "What charity?"

Harry paused outside the elevator. "Something for orphans."

Delinda snorted softly. She understood that.

*

Draco laughed at something Carlo was saying when Hermione brought them chewy chocolate chip cookies. He'd only been there for forty five minutes but he was enjoying himself. Ron and Carlo were really making arses of themselves arguing about whether magically enhanced breasts should become a trend.

"But look, Muggles do it all the time!" protested Carlo.

Ron winced. "Muggles get surgery. And that should clue you in right there. They're Muggles."

Hermione walked past and smacked Ron in the back of his head with the empty cookie tray. Ron looked up sheepishly, before he said, "Sorry, Hermione."

"Uh huh," she murmured, while she walked into her kitchen.

"Anyway, what do you think, Draco?" asked Carlo.

Now Ron and Carlo were staring at him. He rolled his eyes. "I think it's the birds choice whether or not she wants more breasts. I mean, I can't say much about seeing as I don't have breasts."

He felt a kiss on his temple. He looked up see a mischievous Hermione with a devious smirk. "Thank you, Draco. Now can we please move from the topic of breasts?"

Ron was frowning at him and her. Jealous eh? He decided to milk it for all it worth. He kissed Hermione's hand gentlemanly then patted it. "Yes, let's speak of other things. Ah! Like does Hogwarts school hat put everyone in the right house?"

Hermione grinned at him. "Yes, Draco. Let's."

Carlo snickered while Ron just glared.

"You haven't taken to ferrets, have you?" said Ron jealously.

"Better a cute ferret than a fiancé who always talks about breasts that don't even belong to me."

"Cute!? Him?!" scoffed Ron. "A-And I wouldn't talk about your breasts to anyone!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "So you'll just talk about random women you don't even know's breasts?"

"N-no, it's, it's just-" Ron looked very red in the face and Draco couldn't help to snicker at him. "Aww! Come one, Carlo. Help me out here man!"

Carlo frowned at him then smoothed his expression over. "Hats. Hogwarts. And Houses."

Hermione brightened and sat down next to Draco, who mockingly put an arm around her. "Yes, the school hat."

"Evil," muttered Ron, as he glared at Draco, who just smirked at him.

Someone started to knock at the door. Hermione excused herself to go answer it.

"You keep your ferrety paws off her, Malfoy," hissed Ron, as he leaned forward, with red hair framing his fuming eyes.

Draco snorted. "Well, I don't know if you noticed, Ronald, but I don't really go for the fairer sex. But you know, if I would be after anybody it would be you. With your red locks." Draco suggestively blew Ron a kiss.

Ron instantly recoiled. "Not necessary. Not necessary," he repeatedly muttered, while he shook his head.

Draco laughed. It was always fun to poke at Weasley. Even though he wasn't that bad looking. "You're not my type anyway, Weasley."

"Great," muttered Ron.

"You torturing my best friend again?" came a voice from the far side of the room.

"Harry?" Draco looked at him, still dressed in his formal robes. They really did look nice on him.

"Yeah, the case was cinch." Draco noted the euphoria Harry seemed to emit. It was nice. "We came to celebrate!"

"Break out the alcohol, Hermione!" shouted Delinda, with a huge grin on her face.

Hermione ran into the kitchen and came out a few seconds with ridiculously huge bottles. "Everyone, pull up!"

Harry plopped down next to Draco and smiled. He smiled so freely it went Draco's heart. Draco grinned stupidly back. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

How wrong he was.

*~*

Ginny arrived with the fool Valliant, or what he called himself, "Sharky". Cecilia talked to her on the way, even though Ginny didn't really want to converse with the odd looking woman. She only did so out of politeness.

Ginny felt a little jittery as they arrived at Hermione's gathering. Everything so far was going to plan. They were even as drunk as she hoped when got there. Even though she felt kind of guilty for Harry having to caught up. But damn it, it had to be done.

Look that blonde fool, all over him, fumed Ginny mentally. Draco giggled into Harry's chest at something Hermione was saying. She couldn't wait to drop the bombshell on his head. Tainting my Harry's mind like that.

She forced a smile at Ron and reply sparsely when he asked about Sunny. Another fool, I don't even know why I settle for less than I wanted. Sunny had came a few days ago and inquired about her being more socially outgoing. Those frilly air heads aren't friends, thought Ginny darkly. They worried about frivolous things. Such as clothes, flowers, and whatever else those desperate housewives thought about. She had make sure this part of her plan would take place with him far, far away.

"Cuz we're best mates, is why!" bellowed Carlo drunkenly, to a question Ginny didn't catch.

Perfect timing, thought Ginny evilly.

She stood up dramtically. "I just can't take it anymore!"

All the noises lowered but didn't cease. "What're you going on about, Gin?" asked Carlo.

Ginny inwardly cringed. She hated that nickname that too many people used. It was like being referred to by the name of a drink. However, she maintained her mask.

"You aren't really Harry's friends!" she stated loudly. "You neither!" She pointed shamelessly at Delinda.

"What?" slurred Delinda, as she looked at Ginny in confusion.

You didn't really think I let some alcoholic, wanton take my Harry did you? Stupid, stupid woman.

"Someone sent me an package today that showed more than enough evidence that you're both not friends of either Harry or Draco!" Ginny hated saying the bastard's name, but she had convincing.

Everything became still and Carlo's face drained of colour. "What do you mean?" he asked quietly.

Harry frowned at them then her. "Stop fooling around, Ginny."

"I'm not," she said and pulled a book out her bag. "It's all here."

"What the hell is that?" said Delinda. She looked as if she already knew and would try to take it from Ginny.

Ginny held it close protectively. "It's an 'All Seeing Eye Book'," answered Ginny, crisply.

"What?" Draco squinted at the thing in his arms. Why does people keep repeating each other? Well, it's expected of him.

"It's a book that uses dark magic to record visuals," supplied Hermione faithfully. "It has an eye on it's cover and when the eye opens it records all it sees into the pages of the book. It usually called an Ahriman Book."

Never doubted you'd know, thought Ginny.

"She's right, and I saw some alarming things in here." She began to open the book.

"Wait!" yelled Carlo, almost seemingly reaching out for her. But she knew better, he reached only for the book. "That thing is dangerous if it uses dark magic!"

Ginny quickly stepped out his reach. "Ha! You're one to talk about dark magic. You have dark things on your person right now!"

"D-don't know what're talkin' bout!" insisted Carlo.

She placed the book on the shelf and opened it.

"Hey! That thing won't explode or anything will it?" expressed Ron, sounding a bit edgy.

My brother is ridiculous. "No, it won't. I just have to go to the right page... Ah here! Then recite the incantation to the eye."

"Hermione?" she heard Ron's voice behind.

"It'll be all right for now..." said Hermione softly.

Ginny took out her wand and tapped it against the eye on the cover of the book while she said the incantation. "Ahriman, ostendo mihi totus in vestri os!" Ahriman, show me all in your sight!

The eye opened was pitch black and when it blinked it was now a deep red colour. The eye closed and Ginny reopened the book to the page she had book marked with a ribbon from her hair. Everyone was already taken with the book so she took it upon herself to rid the place of light.

She took a place beside it and looked at the familiar images roll.

*~*

"Hey." Delinda sat down at table surrounded by people.

"Hey," answered Carlo, who sat the opposite of her.

"So did the Madam give you your instructions?"

"Yeah, along with these freaky looking bracelets." Carlo pulled out two large silver bracelets that would've gone up the length of his forearm. They had large, onyx stones in them with faint inscriptions.

"Well I got come too," said Delinda, as held up smaller black bracelets. They had large amber stones in them. The inscriptions circled the brim that surrounded the stones.

"Hey! Isn't that what you tried to give to me earlier?!" yelled Draco.

Ginny coolly looked toward the audience and saw Carlo's face contort in shame. While everyone was distracted she directed a minor spell towards Hermione's cup. Sorry, Herm.

"Will you be quiet?!" barked Ron, belligerently.

"Okay, Weasle-bee!"

"Shush!" hissed Hermione.

Ginny turned back to the book.

"...yeah it was weird but fun as well. I got to see him naked," chuckled Carlo.

"The Dream Connection spell is very dangerous though. We could've permanently fucked up our minds," fretted Delinda.

"Not to mention Harry and Draco's mind. But just seeing him like that... All bare..." Carlo's expression was distant.

"Oh..." Delinda went all dreamy eyed herself. "Harry was beautiful..."

Carlo smirked at her. "Well proportioned?"

"To my standards... Quite," she answered throatily.

"Argh... I did not need to know that," announced Ron.

"Quiet Weasle!"

"Shush the both of you!" hissed Hermione, once more.

Ginny rolled her eyes and thought about her next move while they watched. She would need a way to make sure Sunny didn't interfere with her plans. Well, that's easy, she thought. Sunny would gladly leave her be if he thought she was pregnant. He'd be too busy out making plans for his 'unborn child'. She almost chuckled evilly before she caught herself. That would've totally ruined her 'innocent' image.

"...the story itself was a nice one. Where'd you get that from?" asked Delinda, while she poked at her ice cream.

"My mother told me it," replied Carlo, as he eyed her.

"But we have the same mother..."

"Not really. Mine died and yours took her place. I was too young to remember my real mother."

Delinda looked at him strangely before she said, "Well, it was a nice touch. I mean, I'm glad we aren't the only ones who think those two shouldn't be together."

Carlo frowned slightly. "But bonding? Without any ill effects that seems very far fetched wouldn't you say?"

"It's only temporary until they come around," said Delinda reasonably.

"But still..."

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"

Ginny snapped back and to see a seething Harry. She hastily closed the book and tapped the eye with the incantation of, "Ahriman, reverto ut dormio insquequo vestri os reverto!" Ahriman, return to slumber until your sight returns! She looked into the book to find the pages blank. She had been so preoccupied she hadn't noticed the frenzy around.

"...risking our lives!" shouted Draco.

"Calm... down..." Hermione suddenly looked sickly. "I think I'm going to be violently ill." She ran out of the room.

Good, good, everything's going fine, thought Ginny. She did feel somewhat guilty about spiking her friend's drink but sacrifices had to be made. She didn't want Hermione stopping what she wanted to happen.

"You didn't seem to mind kissing me!" shouted Carlo, flushed with drink.

"Y-you!" stuttered Draco, with an accusatory finger in Carlo's direction. "You forced yourself on me!"

"What?! You kissed him!?" Harry glared in Draco's direction.

"He kissed me!" hissed Draco, with anger distorting his features. "And what about her! I bet she made the moves on you too, didn't she?" Harry turned his head away.

"See? What about you?" Draco looked triumphantly at Harry.

"She caught me off guard!" insisted Harry.

Delinda laughed. "Harry, you don't need this excuse of man."

Harry looked as though he had tears in his eyes. "I trusted you! All of you!"

"I'll say! What kind of friends are you? And just what the fuck is wrong with you, Magnus?" exclaimed Ron, slightly wobbly himself.

"We are not friends," said Harry, to Delinda and Carlo, who were floored.

Ginny snickered quietly into her hand, which covered her mouth in a shocked expression.

"I knew you were pawing all over him!" said Draco, in a tight voice.

"And we... I don't know what we are..." Harry just looked at Draco as though he were a stranger.

"We're not breaking up because of these bastards, are we?" panted Draco heavily, as he looked at Harry incredulously.

"You will only be my captain at work. Do not contact me for any other reason than Quidditch. You..." Harry looked disgustedly at Delinda. "I don't even want you to represent me anymore. I don't ever want to see you again."

"Harry..." trailed Sharky, who had Cecilia clinging to his arm with a bewildered expression. "You can't just-"

"Just what? Give them a taste of their own medicine?" interrupted Harry. "Besides, isn't Draco your best friend? Draco, don't you have a career to pursue instead of me?"

"Don't fuck with me like that, Potter!" Draco stepped in front of Harry.

"Move you slimy snake, I knew you were no good!" Ron pushed Draco.

"Damn it, Harry! I care about you!" Draco tried to get past Ron.

Ginny inconspicuously moved out of the way.

"Move on, Malfoy!" Ron acted as if he were protecting Harry. Yeah right, thought Ginny.

"Maybe we aren't meant for each other."

"Y-you can't be serious!"

Harry just looked at Draco. Everything was deathly silent except for everyone breathing.

"Just like that?" asked Draco.

"You have until the end of the week to find a place to stay. And no, I'm not staying either. I'm putting the house up sale."

Draco just stared at him and then turned to leave.

"Wait! We'll take you home!" exclaimed Sharky, as he got up with Cecilia attached to his hip. "You're in no condition to Apparate."

Draco shrugged, grabbed his coat, and left. Sharky, with one last sorrowful glance in Harry's direction, left with his 'girlfriend'.

"Get out," growled Ron, at Delinda and Carlo. Both seemed to be in shock and left without a word.

Ron turned to Harry and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I don't know what to say mate."

Harry just shook his head. "Can I crash here?"

Ron snorted. "Of course. You don't even have to ask."

Ginny put her hand on Harry's arm. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't sit by and..."

He smiled tiredly. "I know. You were just looking out for me. Thank you."

She smiled feebly back. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, you know... Just talk to me, I'll always be available."

He hugged her and looked down at her. Ginny couldn't breath from the sheer closeness. "Thank you, Ginny." He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and she almost swooned on the spot. He turned to go down the hallway.

"You need anywhere to sleep, Ginny?" asked Ron, before he showed Harry to his room.

As tempting as it was, she still had other plans to set in motion. "No, I didn't drink anything tonight. I can make it home on my own. But thanks anyway."

Ron nodded. "Night."

"Night."

When she left, it wasn't until she had closed the front door behind her that she started to laugh uncontrollably. Wickedly. She went to sleep with a grin on her face. With the images of a depressed Draco and a family with Harry.