The Ultimate Otaku

What happens when someone becomes an Ivory Tower - goes into a state of intellectual isolation? They find someone whom they can have as their anchor, the person who gives them strength when they need it and a heart they can bond with. Draco Malfoy has found such a person in Blaise Zabini, a fellow Slytherin. But what happens when the two are reunited during the planning of a Slytherin rebellion, and they are discovered by none other than Harry Potter? Chaos ensues, hearts are broken, confusion arrives, and the threat of the Ivory Tower arising becomes a grave possibility. Will Harry get out of it all unscathed, or be willing to face the demons in his and the Slytherins' hearts?

Of all the things that are complicated at Hogwarts, one of the least complicated things is the relationship between Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. It is a mildly unreasonable relationship, made up of hatred, pure hatred, and nothing more. Beyond a click lies their tale of complication, and what happened that made Ron Weasley question who Draco Malfoy really is.

Blood always so thirstily weaves its way through people's lives...crueler than the grave, regret, or contrition, it seeps, flooding everywhere. One ordinary, sunny day, Draco Malfoy sits in class, pondering about a certain bespectacled Gryffindor. Only when consumed by the darkness of night does he realize how quickly the blood of others trickles down his skin and seeps into him. Attempting to heal the wounds he made on the lives of others, he soon finds himself falling under the spell of an emerald gaze. How unprepared he is for how much it changes and means in his life. War. Pain. Revenge. Death. Resurgence. Hatred. Love. Even the Wizarding World has such danger in it. After all, magical or not, we're all human. We all bleed.

SEQUEL TO "HIDDEN."````Under the pressure of many difficulties at Durmstrang, Draco loses control over his powers, causing accidents at Durmstrang. There is a glitch in the magical world that implies disasters to come. Meanwhile at Hogwarts, Harry is stressed by Hermione’s sudden strange attitude towards him & an article in the newspaper. Without each other, Harry & Draco are lost. ``Then Harry is sucked into the OtherWorld. On a wild quest to rescue the Gryffindor and the world, Draco learns about himself and his powers; Harry learns what it is to be lonely and helpless. Both know they can’t fight alone, and need each other desperately. Will the two boys ever be able to reunite and gain strength in time to face the coming battle?

It all began with the Celandine. After Goyle ‘accidentally’ bumped Hermione’s potion to spill onto her, Hermione immediately assumed Malfoy had sent him. However, she finds out that Malfoy wasn't the culprit. The potion had poison in it, from the roots of the Celandine plant, the juice of which makes victims poisoned injuries turn orange. Two weeks after her recovery, Hermione is sitting in the library when Malfoy wheedles her into giving him private Herbology tutoring lessons. Unbeknownst to either, it seems that both Hermione’s and Draco’s destinies are linked to the poisonous Celandine plant. It is only when she accidentally unravels Draco’s spool of dark secrets that Hermione begins to understand why.

He wanted to avoid ever falling to his knees and screaming for a moment of eternity because of who or what he had lost. He did not want to experience that again, to feel the sobs choking his breath, the tears blurring his vision, although he knew he would open his eyes to hell, anyway. He would close his eyes shut because there was no breath, no life, nothing worth seeing and no use keeping silent, trying to hold in the scream, because if he had lost another one then he had all the more reason to scream. He swore that if he lost, if he had to say goodbye to someone one more time, the next scream would last forever.

Harry begins to consider telling Draco Malfoy his feelings for him due to a strange encounter at Hogsmeade, tormenting dreams, and the news that all chances of resolving his problem may be taken away from him. As Harry tries to summon the courage and tell Draco before the Slytherin possibly is transferred to Durmstrang, Draco meanwhile finds out about a dark secret kept away in the Malfoy Manor for years. From this hidden source he finds out that he and Harry are magically linked. Both boys go through many trials attempting to decide how to resolve their problems, and many hidden things are uncovered. How many more things will become ever more dark and hidden before Harry and Draco decide whether to unite or remain separate?

Forever he painted his world in shades of grey, that color even more bleak and haunting that the sound of his beautiful, horrible music. Forever this grey surrounded him, so wretched, so despairing, and yet so wholly, horrifyingly, breathtakingly him. Draco was grey, in every sense of the word, from his mood, to his physicality, deep in his soul. The color could not be uprooted, so deeply was it entrenched in the muddy soil of his past life, thriving in the darkness that had, and maybe still now, consumed him, and growing to be a creeper so large and thorny that he was caged inside of it, perhaps inescapably.

He wonders if certain secrets are still kept, or if they are whispered through the air from mouth to ear. He wonders about a certain mouth…Did that mouth keep their secrets? The rain falls in a slow, dull patter, and Harry watches the drops slide down the windows with the fascination of a person with nothing more to do, a lost soul wandering with know place to go. Sunshine was just beginning to peek through the clouds, but Harry still shivered, drawing his blanket closer around him. He had been waiting for a long time. He wasn’t sure how long, but the thick fog of troubled emotions, threatening to become a hurricane, implied impatience soon to come. How much longer will he wait?

I push back the fear that always comes with meeting your gaze, push back the fear that you will remember that I am your enemy, the spawn of he who destroyed all that you loved and possessed with one blow. Your wand is no more, your lightning bolt scar faded, glasses no more accentuating your emerald eyes, your heroism, the beacon of light you represent, gone with your trademark. Everything has been taken from you, all is hopeless, the world is lost and has changed, transformed to live without you, and yet here I stand, your only visitor in this asylum, wondering if I dare to touch you and try and change something within you that I am not sure exists anymore: your heart.

SEQUEL TO "Simple Hatred." ``She will never forgive for this, never, never let him tempt her, change her, ever, ever again. She is about to slap him, to scream "I hate you," or say some witty comment in reply, or simply shove him away. But then she realizes, with a cold, dull horror, that he is right, that he won already, because there is no way that Ginny can deny that what he said is true: hatred is complicated. And, she knows upon hearing what he says next, so is he.

But then you zoom in on that thought, and all else freezes, and you realize with a dull horror that your grimace is not because of the pain, but because of the pleasure that is coming with that pain, the pleasure that you are enjoying, although it is he, your enemy, that is giving it to you. Your muscles tighten as, in shame, you struggle all the more, although you know the truth: it is useless. Because, deep down, there is no denying it, you want this, have always wanted it, and being a Gryffindor, stubborn, brave, and reckless, you always fight and fight and fight until you get what you want.

She reads because it distracts her from the dark, painful, agonized, angry, hateful, hellish, tortured, haunting thoughts in her head. Draco wants to know these thoughts. He wants to understand Ginny Weasley. For she is a mystery, and the only mystery Draco has been unable to solve or interested in solving at all. Every day, his denials become more feeble. He continues to watch her, waiting for something to happen. It is two years since his observational obsessions over her began in Fifth Year. He is seventeen, she sixteen. Finally, something happens. Finally, something changes.

A single withering glance, a light touch, and she drowns again. His every word defies her, and the very sight of him makes her melt. She hates him, the very core of her tainted self bleeding all the more at the very sight of him. And yet she wants to drink in the sweet nectar of his lips, for he has branded her. The game goes on and on. He defeats her, and yet her flame never permanently dies. There is no way to escape him, for the more she struggles, the more she hates him, the more he wants her, needs her, uses her and makes her want what she hates. She always comes to his beckoning; Draco Malfoy always gets what he wants.

As Harry and Ron fall further away from Hermione, her eagerness for knowing is brought to new levels. She goes searching for other things to occupy her time, a near-death accident gradually brings her to terms with non-studious parts of her mind (yes, it is possible). Deciding to do a little investigation of the Malfoy family and why Draco has been acting differently, she gets more involved in the Slytherin’s life than she bargained for.