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And How A-Are Y-You?
Harry hummed quietly, looking around the library for some more Muggle theory books. They were rather amusing, seeing multiple theories on how they use their devices..simple devices like computers or phones.
It was very funny how wixen thought they used it somehow to attack each other. Somehow true, but also not.
"Harry, are you reading those Muggle-theory books again? Seriously, I don't get how you can read those without getting bored." Ron's booming voice echoed through the library, suddenly quieting down as Madam Pince sent a glare that could kill. "Ron, you would never get those books because you haven't a clue about Muggles at all!"
Ron groaned, plopping down next to Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes, also sitting down with a thick book in her hands. "Ron is right though in some sense, those books don't give you any sense of academic knowledge."
The raven gave a strained smile. He distractedly curled a lock of hair around his finger. Really, Harry just finished studying, and he sort of just wanted to relax. He mentally sighed, and zoned out the argument his two supposed best friends started. Were they really his friends?
He really wished he had a normal life.
Nearby, a Slytherin Theodore Nott observed the argument between Granger and Weasley...and the zoned out Ha-Potter. In all honesty, he did quite fancy Potter, he was rather amusing at times when it came to certain situations.
Hmm..maybe if he got rid of those two, Potter would be happier. It's just a possibility, though. Theo knows that in some sense, Draco is probably close to Potter. He noticed Potter leaving abruptly, looking at the raven who passively walked out of the library, going unnoticed by the other two obnoxious Gryffindors.
Theo couldn't help but notice a familiar looking key-chain on his bag, that looked almost identical to the Malfoy heir's small cat key-chain that was a light ginger with grey-blue eyes like his own.
Instead, Potter had a smaller, black one that had green eyes. Are they possibly matching with keychains? Huh. How cute.
He'll talk to the Malfoy heir about it.
Nuzzled into a grumpy Malfoy's side, Harry giggling dazedly. Draco pulled the raven closer, startling him before he started purring in content. (yes, that's right, beneath his mess of curls, he has cat ears! His tail is simply hiding under his robes <3)
Draco groaned, but also started purring as he curled his tail around Harry's affectionately. Harry giggled, attempting to break the possessive hold that the blond's tail had on his own.
The Malfoy huffed fondly, peppering the Gryffindor's forehead with light kisses.
"Wrehh..I told you not to do tha'!" Harry slurred. "Shush, child, go to sleep." Draco shushed, wrapping warm arms around the sleepy raven. "But—" "Shh, just go to sleep,"
Harry stayed silent, his eyelids feeling rather heavy. He mewled quietly, as the blond replied by placing blankets he summoned around the both of them. The raven blinked dazedly, as sleep slowly overcame him, a soft meow (something akin to an 'I love you') coming from him before he fell asleep abruptly.
Theo looked at the scene between Potter and Draco. Just looking at the two of them made something in his chest burn with something like…jealousy? Draco seemed to have the literal instinct of Mine-protect-mine-mine vibrating off of him.
Seems like they both had an early inheritance, explaining the cat ears and tails they had…
He would just have to pull them forcefully apart. It was as simple as that.
The Slytherin stalked away from the empty classroom, leaving a trail of black dust behind as small scratches, that looked almost like ink.
Boyfriend? I Would Prefer Secret Admirer.
“Harry! What are you doing with Malfoy?!” Ron shrieked in disgust. The loud noise would almost make Draco’s tail flicker in dismay if he hadn’t had to hide it in the public. Yet there they were, Weasley and Granger, strutting around to look for their precious Boy-Who-Lived who was clinging on to Draco Malfoy. Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes in irritation.
“What, your poor Boy-Who-Lived is hanging out with dark and evil Death Eater Draco Malfoy instead of his two best friends? How pathetic.” Draco mocked the Weasley and mudblood loudly, earning a small whine from Harry. I swear I’m cold-hearted.
"Sorry, kit," The blond cooed quietly, pushing back a strand of hair from the raven's face. There’s no negotiation, A brief moment of silence buzzed throughout the hall. The stupid redhead's mouth was agape, as well as the mudblood's. "Kit? Harry's your-your kit?" Granger exclaimed in shock.
Draco huffed indignantly, as Harry snuggled closer to the blond, purring softly.
I’m not here for debatin’
And now we’re here at a standstill, A silver heart hoop earring softly landed on the ground. It glistened iridescent for a moment, but quickly turned back. A horcrux, it was called.
Harry was in the worst imaginable pain possible—just pain. I wonder if you feel: He fluttered his eyes opened, only to see the earring that fell from his hands. It was not a nightmare at all. the kind of pain that rips your insides out.
He had made that earring a horcrux—he didn’t mean to. The raven sat there, crouching, and absolutely trembling, pupils dilated. His eyes maybe just became a little more brighter as they glowed in the dark midnight. That’s something I know all about—
Taking a shuddering breath of the cold air, he picked up the hoop earrings with his shaking hands. “Fuck.”—shocking, ain’t it?
Maybe the horcrux did make him feel like shit, but now he had to be careful because that earring had half of his fucking soul. Trapped in a silver heart hoop earring somehow. At least since it was the holidays, he had time to adjust to the literally never-ending pain that seemed to follow him everywhere. Honestly, he would have died from it if it hadn’t been for his high pain tolerance. Run,
if you can
He could hear whispers from the Chamber Of Secrets—just tempting him. And his reaction? No.
Harry was extremely grumpy. They are lurking everywhere beside you, there—Did Voldemort feel all moody when he created his first horcrux? Nevermind, he would like to never know the answer to that question, because now the paranoia has finally kicked in.
“D-Dobby?” The Gryffindor croaked out, coughing out small bits of blood. —did you see them? Demons in their disguises “Great Harry Potter sir be needing me?” The small elf squeaked enthusiastically, bringing a small smile on Harry’s face. “C-can you get me a hand-handkerchief, Dobby?” He replied, his voice cracking. Dobby nodded furiously.
“Thank y-you,” Harry said before the elf popped away. Oh my, is it too late (late,)
to escape this game—
—that we made especially for you? It wasn’t long until Dobby came back with a handkerchief and some potions. “Sir Harry Potter must be drinking potions!” Dobby said, handing the small vials of potions to the raven.
Harry bit his cheek in dismay. “Thank you—Dobby, you can go now.” The Boy-Who-Lived whispered.
The horcrux vibrated—in something akin to…joy?
God damn it.
“Draco?” Harry tugged weakly at the Slytherin’s cuff. Draco turned his head around swiftly, confusion and concern seeping over his features. “Yes?” He replied with concern laced around his simple one-syllable.
“I…” Do you really even have a clue; “I—I made a horcrux.” The raven said pathetically. that this is your fate?
The blond froze abruptly; and a tense silence filled the room that practically suffocated Harry. He squirmed in the uncomfortable silence. Whenever it came to conversations, he was never the one to like the awkward silence, as normal people would.
“You—you made a horcrux? Harry—“ However, before Draco could finish, the raven interrupted in a panic. “I—I didn’t mean to actually make it, my magic just accidentally poured into the object—“
He could tell that Draco was biting his cheek. He could tell the concern completely washed over the older boy’s features, protect-kit-protect-notsafe-protect-protect.
Do you even have a clue—
—do you even have one?
All the evil things we do; “I know that you know that shit is dangerous. What object did you make a horcrux?” Draco asked calmly, but Harry knew better. He was secretly fuming inside of worry; just waiting to explode— “It’s the earring I’m wearing right now.” Harry replied nervously, shaking his head a bit to dangle the heart hoop earring that shone in the light softly. surprising that you don’t run.
“Harry—Harry, promise me this-“ The Slytherin started, holding the Gryffindor’s cold hands in his warm ones covered with soft mittens that had small lace designs on the bottom. Knowing you will die here,
“Please don’t make any more horcruxes, either accidental or intentional. And don’t tell a single soul about this.” Draco continued, gazing at Harry gently. The raven nodded slowly, swallowing thickly. “I won’t,” Harry whispered.
Suddenly, the blond pulled the shorter boy into an embrace, startling the boy for a moment, before he hugged Draco back. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, love,” He whispered into the raven’s ears. knowing there is no way out.
Safe-safe-protect-sorry-safe-protect-safe—
Harry made a quiet purr, his body feeling all fuzzy and soft. “I love you so much, so, so much—“ Draco sniffled into the boy’s messy hair emotionally. “Luv’ you too…” He mumbled, leaning into the blond’s chest affectionately.
“I’m here, baby, I’m here, you’re safe,” Draco whispered brokenly, tears sinking into the raven’s jet-black curls. Harry’s tail swayed around sleepily, as his cat ears also lowered slight as he grew more comfortable within the Slytherin’s arms.
Fate is evidently clear; The blond made a loud purr, holding the raven closer to him possessively.
Some new information about Potter? seems you’re just oblivious. Apparently he’s made a horcrux, therefore making him immortal. And caused the Malfoy heir to have an emotional breakdown in front of him. That’s something new.
Do you even have a clue? Well, if Potter’s immortal, that’ll just give him a higher chance of snatching him away from the damned Malfoy. Do you even have one?
He can’t wait until the day he can finally call Potter his, and only his.
Far From The Truth
Harry was just wandering around the halls. He didn’t know which prefect was patrolling tonight for Slytherin, but Draco told him that it was Theodore Nott. That’s quite literally all he told him. All the evil things we do,
The first name of the Slytherin sounds oddly familiar, but he can’t really say the same for the last name. A pure-blood, most likely.
However, before he could even move any farther, he heard footsteps approaching his way. His invisibility cloak was off. Harry quickly wrapped the silk cloak around his body, freezing abruptly when he saw a dark-haired Slytherin go towards his direction. surprising that you don’t run.
His heart skipped a beat. Yeah, that was definitely Nott.
Theo—Theo could hear someone in the hallways walking around. Yet there was absolutely no one in the dark of the halls, except some paintings which were asleep. He walked by a long hallway, and abruptly stopped. He heard someone’s heartbeat stop to his left. And it started beating quietly again, slowing down a bit. Knowing you will die here,
“Hello?” He spoke clearly, voice cold and piercing. Some shuffling. And he saw the raven curls that were tangled all the time—green eyes as vibrant as the Killing Curse itself with the warmth of a new spring; it was Harry Potter. knowing there is no way out.
And the raven froze in surprise.
Fate is evidently clear;
now it’s time to scream and shout.
Before Harry could react, the Nott dragged him to himself, startling the Boy-Who-Lived greatly. The Slytherin dragged him into a tight hold—he would only call it a hug if it really was one.
But then Nott had a fucking sedative.
"Wh—Nott! Let go of me—" Theo shushed the Gryffindor in his arms, possessive, tight grip never faltering once.
He would almost feel bad for the Potter heir if it wasn't just hugging. Harry squirmed in the Slytherin's hold, struggling to breathe. He started to feel incredibly light-headed, as his eyelids started to feel heavy as Nott continued to hold him—almost cradle, if he thought about it.
Still, Harry tried to get out of this scary as hell situation. "Let go mphh—of-me—" He practically slurred, the taller boy's hand muffling his words.
Theo looked at Potter, and loosened his grip, only to breathe in the scent of the Gryffindor's jet-black hair. The Boy-Who-Lived tried to squirm away from the Nott's neck, but it was futile. His scent was so nice..
Harry fell asleep.
Sound asleep was Harry Potter sleeping on Theo’s chest. He didn’t even need to use the sedative. Potter had simply fallen asleep to his scent, which was absolutely adorable. He was snoring softly into Theo’s chest, pausing occasionally to take a heavy sigh.
He looked at the Boy-Who-Lived. Potter was stunning, and his features were so youthful—and perfect.
So innocent-minded and naive, a little saint being protected by the most horrid dark.
Now, as a cryptid himself, he preys on naive people for fun when he’s walking around in the woods or somewhere else. But Potter—he’s the literal epitome of the word ‘pure’ itself. Angelic, practically. He’s like a small spitfire.
Theo is starting to understand why Draco took in Potter as his kit.
He was as sweet as honey, as airy as the atmosphere where the stars reside in.
Harry Potter was his.
“Now, Draco, what would you be willing to do at the price of your little…kit?” The dark-haired Slytherin said with delicate precision. Draco turned around, and as he had hoped not to happen—
Harry is in Nott’s arms, being held captive. “I could just end him right now,” Nott says, making a line against Harry’s throat with his finger, “and what would you do?” He continues, and Draco notices that his kit is injured.
Away-away-unsafe-away-unsafe—
He always knew something was up with Nott. He wasn’t a normal wizard; he wasn’t really human at all—was he? A cryptid—that’s what Father told him they were called. And Harry—Harry, his darling kit—dare he say, fledging (even if they are neko hybrids..) —is stuck under one’s hold, being held hostage by a single finger spelling his doom from one single movement.
“Nott.” Draco almost growls out, his pupils dilated incredibly. The Slytherin responds eerily; with a laugh that sounds like it’s mocking. Harry is pushed closer towards Nott, in what seems like a fucking suffocating grip.
Harry’s ears are down, and his tail is as stiff as the room’s motion.
Draco is about to kill Theodore Nott right now, if he doesn’t let go of Harry.
Harry is trapped in a hold that feels as possessive as Draco’s (impossibly more,) and threatening, in a way that causes his tail to stiffen and his cat ears to droop down in fear. He was nudged closer towards Nott, almost unbelievably so, as the grip holding Harry became suffocating.
It felt like Nott was trying to lull him into another nap—and he’s so tempted to. His scent is just so strong—it’s too distinctive and dark, too alluring to deny. And Harry wants to go to sleep; he wants to; but Draco’s right there. His elder.
And he couldn’t go without Draco when he was the only person able to hold him up when Harry fell—then Nott would. The raven whimpered, causing Draco’s already dilated eyes to dilate even more, practically making his irises nonexistent.
He tried to squirm out of Nott’s hold, but the arm around his throat became tighter for a moment, then released. Harry’s eyes felt too heavy, but he didn’t want to leave Draco at all. He couldn’t—he loved Draco and Draco loved him—
Harry heard a voice in his head that sounded oddly like Nott’s. ‘Go to sleep, sweetheart,’ it cooed sweetly, making Harry whimper more, ‘you’re tired, aren’t you? Poor thing,’
The raven couldn’t help it. He plopped his head onto Nott’s shoulder, as sleep started to settle on him.
He whispered a sorrow apology to Draco before he fainted.
‘You’re mine now, mine only.’
Fate is evidently clear;
now it’s time to scream and shout.