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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: ♪♪ I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves! Oh, I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes. Dun dun dun, I know a song that… *continues singing* ♪♪
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
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Chapter 20
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Harry and Ginny were in the Slytherin dorms, getting changed for the Halloween Ball. The Gryffindors had told Harry and Ginny they couldn’t invite Pansy up to the Tower just so Harry could be fixed up properly, so the two Gryffindors opted for going to the dungeons immediately after dinner was over that Friday.
“Okay, Harry. Go into the bathroom with Draco and Blaise and get changed, then send one of the two down to get us so we can finish the job,” Pansy said sternly.
Harry sighed and nodded, knowing it was useless to argue against the Queen of Slytherin. “Come on, guys.”
Draco and Blaise rolled their eyes and followed the Gryffindor up to the guy’s room. Once there, each boy got into a stall to change into their costumes.
Draco was done first, a king if you ever saw one. His shoulder-length blond hair had been unslicked and hung around his face easily. A silver crown with a rearing dragon rested upon his head. His robes were a deep regal purple and silver, a cape of silver with the same dragon done in perfect detail on the back hanging from his shoulders. His boots were green dragon hide, brown pants tucked into them.
Blaise peeked out. “Oh, perfect. Now, could you help me fasten this before you start being the better-than-me King?”
Draco sniggered and nodded.
“Great.” Blaise came out of the stall. He and Theodore were to go as the knights of King Draco and Queen Pansy. Ginny was playing a princess. Only Ginny and Pansy knew what Harry was, as, apparently, they hadn’t even told him and he hadn’t seen it all put together yet.
As Draco and Blaise fought with the chain mail shirt Blaise was to be wearing, and Harry was changing into his clothing still, Pansy and Ginny were also changing.
“Absolutely beautiful!” Pansy decided, stepping back from Ginny.
Ginny’s hair had been piled up on top of her head in a twirled bun with a long lock from the centre of it trailing down her back. A soft golden tiara rested before the bun. Her gown was done in soft reds and purples with a deep brown cape to set it off. The cape had a magnificent griffin rearing up on the back that was done in gold and bronze. The gown hugged her figure tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. A necklace that matched Draco’s dragon hung on a silver chain about her throat, resting it’s tail just above the low neckline of the gown. Pansy had set off her brown eyes with brown and gold eye shadows. Her lips were done with a full cherry red. Her cheeks carried the slightest blush.
“Hey, you look better,” Ginny shot back before both girls giggled.
Pansy had let her dark blonde hair fall loosely past her shoulders. Her crown was identical to Draco’s, as was the cape she wore. Her gown was done in purples and silver, also to match Draco, and was as tight as Ginny’s. The silver necklace that hung at the small of her throat was of the Parkinson family crest and had been her mother’s until Pansy herself had reached her coming of age the year before. An old ring that Draco had given her before they’d come to Hogwarts was on the pinkie of her right hand. It was a silver serpent that matched that of their House. Her eye shadow was a light purple, her lips a deep red, almost purple.
“Do you think those boys are done yet?” Pansy growled.
Ginny smirked. “We could go find out.”
“Ooh… I like the way you think!”
The two girls hurried from the girls’ hall to the boys’ hall and knocked on the bathroom door. “Gentlemen! You’d best be finishing up!”
“Harry won’t come out!” Draco called back.
Ginny and Pansy traded scowls before stepping into the room. “Harry, you have to come out,” Ginny told her “boyfriend”.
“I won’t!”
“I’ll go get Marcus!”
“Coming!”
Harry opened the stall door and stepped out meekly. Draco and Blaise both gasped, neither having seen him yet.
Harry’s robe was done in various shades of green and clung tightly to his body, the top quarter unclasped to show a toned chest. It immediately became obvious he wasn’t wearing anything beneath the robe, despite it being closed tightly, except the deep green dragon hide boots that just barely peeked out from under the bottom. His cheeks were stained with a blush at his friends’ stares.
“You look brilliant.”
“Almost perfect.”
“But, there’s more!”
“Shit.”
“Language!” the three Slytherins called sharply.
“Oiy?” Theodore poked his head in the door. His eyes widened at the sight. “Geeze. You all look fabulous.”
“How was cleaning the greenhouses?” Draco asked nastily.
Theodore smirked. “Rather fun, actually. I’d hate to be the next class in there, come Monday.”
Everyone laughed.
“Great. Draco, Blaise, go help Theodore get changed. We’ll meet you in the common room once we’re done with Harry,” Pansy said calmly.
“Good luck, Harry,” Draco said sympathetically before quickly following Theodore and Blaise from the room, door slamming shut behind them.
Harry watched the two females nervously. “What else are you going to do to me?”
“Make you absolutely irresistible,” Ginny informed the Boy-Who-Lived.
“Must you?”
“Sit,” Pansy ordered, pointing to a chair that had just appeared.
Harry sat tensely, looking about ready to jump up at any moment.
Pansy rolled her eyes and sat in another chair that appeared before him, giving him a serious look. “If you move, I’ll have to start again. Relax and close your eyes.”
Harry did as he was told with a whimper.
Pansy and Ginny traded smirks.
-~*~-
“Glorious king, brave knights, loyal subjects, may we present to you, the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Make-People-Think-Seriously-Bad-Thoughts!”
“PANSY!”
“Just get out here, Harry,” Pansy said over the laughter of the Slytherin House.
The laughter stopped as Harry stepped into the room, and about thirty people stared at him.
His hair had been lengthened to his hips and hung about his figure, red highlights making it shimmer like blood. His glasses had been put away in favour of his one pair of contacts from the summer that left his eyes the colour they were meant to be. The tail end of his famed scar had been lengthened to trail over the bridge of his nose and was glowing the sickly green of Avada Kedavra. He wore a black cape with a gold lion and a silver serpent sleeping peacefully together, a brilliant red and gold phoenix rising behind and above them from moving flames.
“Fuck…” Blaise finally managed. No one bothered to berate him for his language.
“Can we leave now?” Harry asked, trying not to blush at the looks he was receiving. He hated being stared at.
“Sure.” Draco nodded sharply, regaining his senses. He held out an arm to Pansy. “Harry, Gin, you’ll be behind us. Theodore, Blaise, you’ll bring up the rear. Once we’ve found seats, you may all go do whatever you wish, but we will enter together and sit together. Understood?”
“Sure, Dray,” Ginny agreed, pulling Harry behind Draco and Pansy.
“Yes, sir!” Blaise and Theodore said sharply, falling in line behind the Gryffindors.
“Let’s shock them with our natural beauty, then!” Pansy called.
The six left among cheers.
-~*~-
Tom was watching the students sitting at tables and dancing to the band that Dumbledore had managed to snag. He couldn’t remember their name, and didn’t really care to. All he knew was that they were too loud…
And the boy he was looking for hadn’t arrived yet.
“Ah, Marcus!” Dumbledore called, stepping up to his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. The man was dressed as a chicken. Tom almost puked.
Instead, he nodded politely. “Headmaster.”
“Roman?” Dumbledore asked, referring to Tom’s costume.
“Julius Caesar,” Tom agreed, smirking to himself.
Dumbledore paused for the briefest of moments. “Creative.”
“I rather thought so myself.”
“Enjoying your time here, Marcus?”
“At the Ball, or Hogwarts in general?”
Dumbledore smiled, blue eyes twinkling madly. “Both.”
“The Ball is well enough, if a bit boring and loud. My classes are fine, however, I do not really appreciate the blatant mistrust in me,” Tom replied neutrally, watching to see if Dumbledore would take the hint.
“You’ll have to excuse the caution. We do have a hard time getting trustworthy Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, as I’m sure you are aware.”
“Quite. However, I’ve been here for two months; I’m sure you can lessen the security to only one teacher watching my every step from the four you’ve got now.” Tom glanced around. “Five, if you count yourself.”
“I’ve no idea what you are talking about, Marcus, my dear boy.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Ah, an entrance, as expected,” Dumbledore said suddenly as a hush fell the Hall and the students parted to let Draco and Pansy through.
“Expected, Headmaster?” Tom snorted, still watching carefully. The other Gryffindors that Harry hung out with had been dancing for a while. If the teen was with anyone, it would be these two Slytherins.
“Yes. Mr. Malfoy tends to show off, I’m afraid.”
As the king and queen, for that was what they were dressed as, turned, Ginny and her escort came into view. It took Tom a few seconds to recognize the black-haired teen Ginny was with. Once he had, he gasped. Good Gods…
Harry glanced up when he heard Tom’s words in his mind and spotted the Roman Emperor almost immediately. His cheeks coloured at the totally gobsmacked look on Tom’s face.
Then he saw the Headmaster and had to bite back his laughter.
Draco and Pansy sat regally at a table that was empty. Harry and Ginny followed suit while Theodore and Blaise took it upon themselves to guard the royal group from the other Ball-goers.
“Look at Dumbledore.” Harry sniggered, pointing to where Tom was trying to regain himself next to a cheerfully oblivious yellow chicken.
Ginny, Pansy, and Draco all smiled, biting back laughs. Theodore and Blaise snorted, trying to keep straight faces.
“Wonder what’s wrong with Professor Brutùs,” Pansy said with a slight frown.
“Other than Dumbledore talking to him?” Draco replied with a snort.
“You didn’t see him when he saw me,” Harry assured the others.
“Oh. Did he have his mouth open?” Pansy sighed airily.
“Quite wide,” Harry agreed politely.
“How dreadfully un-Slytherin,” the queen complained, turning her nose up.
Harry laughed.
“Harry! Ginny!” Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean, and Seamus came over, Seamus looking drunk.
Draco narrowed his eyes at the group while Pansy covered her nose delicately with a handkerchief, as if something stank. Blaise and Theodore glanced back to see if they should let the Gryffindors approach.
“Get it over with,” Harry agreed softly into Theodore’s ear, since he was closer. The teen nodded and he and Blaise stepped aside to allow the Gryffindors access.
“Draco, dance with me,” Pansy ordered.
Draco didn’t appear to mind the order, as he quickly stood and led Pansy out onto the floor.
“Hey!” The Gryffindors all sat themselves at the table lazily. Seamus, dressed as an Irishman, sat behind Blaise, empty chairs on either side of him. Ron, dressed as an Auror, sat next to Hermione, dressed as an angel, who was next to Harry. Neville, who came as a human-like horse, sat next to Ginny, who had Theodore behind her. Dean, who was as unoriginal as Seamus in Muggle clothing, sat next to Neville.
“Amazing costume, mate! What are you?” Ron asked Harry.
Harry blinked slowly a few times and looked over at Ginny. “What am I?”
Ginny shrugged. “We didn’t know what to call you. A prince without a crown, I guess.”
“Oh. Okay.” Harry shrugged at Ron.
“I think it’s lovely, Harry,” Hermione told her friend before turning to Ginny. “And Ginny, you look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you, Herm. Pan’s a true artist with clothing,” the girl agreed.
“I love those capes. Especially yours, Harry,” Dean piped up. “Who did them?”
“Pan and Dray’s are from Dray’s family,” Ginny explained. “Mine is from some relative of Pan’s that died a couple years back and left it to her. Harry’s was made by…” She paused. “Actually, I have no clue where Harry’s came from…”
“Pan would know,” Harry offered.
“Probably,” Ginny agreed.
Harry smirked suddenly, eyes on Blaise and Seamus, who were actually quite close to one another. “Sir Blaise?”
“Prince Harry, sir.” Blaise spun quickly and stood at attention. Dean and Ron’s sniggers were shot down by a poisonous glare from Harry.
“Blaise, why don’t you take Seam for a dance?”
“Sir?”
“That’s an order, Sir Blaise,” Harry added. The Gryffindors and Theodore all smiled.
“Understood.” Blaise turned to Seamus. “Seamus, I request a dance.”
“Uh…” Seamus blinked a few times before breaking out into a magnificent smile. “Sure thing!” He stood and let Blaise lead him out to the dance floor.
“That’s my job.” Harry turned to Ginny with a quick wink to Theodore. “Princess Ginevra, would you care for a quick dance before I turn you over to your dashing guard?”
Ginny giggled and offered a hand. The two stood and left the other four Gryffindors gaping while Theodore smirked to himself.
-~*~-
When Harry and Ginny returned to the table, Draco, Pansy, and Theodore were all engaged in conversation with Tom.
“Caesar.” Harry nodded seriously to Tom while Ginny hid a smile.
Tom looked up quickly, but his face softened into a smile when he realized who it was. “Prince Harry, Princess Ginevra, you do look stunning tonight, I must say.” He stood. “Let me get a good look at you two. Turn around.”
The two Gryffindors let Tom inspect them before they sat, Harry next to Tom, Ginny next to Theodore.
“So, what were you doing with Dumbledore earlier?” Harry enquired.
“Giving the man subtle hints that I was tired of him and the rest of the staff breathing down my neck.”
“Poor, Marcus,” Ginny teased.
“You, Miss Weasley, seem to have forgotten that I’m your teacher.”
“Sure thing, Marcus.” Ginny nodded with mock seriousness.
“I should take points.”
“You never take points from Harry.”
“No, he just gives me detentions like there’s no tomorrow,” Harry agreed.
“Secret snogging sessions,” Draco declared in a loud whisper, earning himself glares from Tom and Harry both.
“Let’s play a game,” Ginny said suddenly.
“Perhaps Draco and I won’t,” Pansy replied. “Royal blood and all.”
“Good! It’ll just be Harry, Ted, Marcus, and me!”
Tom paused. “I don’t think I want to play this game.”
“Marcus Brutùs, if you dare get up or walk away from me, you’ll regret it,” Ginny warned.
Harry grinned, leaning back in his chair. “I’d just play along, if I were you.”
“Fine.”
“What are we playing?” Theodore inquired.
“The mixing partners game! Come on!” Ginny stood quickly and dragged Theodore out onto the dance floor.
Tom paled. “Is this what I think it is?”
“This is Gin’s way of making sure I dance with you. Come on, Marcus, before she comes back and follows through on her threat.”
“Which is?”
“Tying us together and hanging us from the ceiling naked.”
Tom winced and stood. “I’d prefer the dance.”
“You know he wanted the dance anyway.” Draco smirked.
Tom frowned at the Slytherin king. “Would you like know what else I’d like to do, Mr Malfoy?”
Draco paused, looking at Tom worriedly. “No. Probably not.”
“Didn’t think so.” Tom took Harry’s hand and the two stepped out onto the dance floor. “I’m going to kill her.”
“I tried to talk her out of all of it last week.”
“All?”
Harry coughed. I’m supposed to spend the night with you.
Tom smirked. :Good,: he hissed into Harry’s ear.
Harry shivered.
-~*~-
Somehow, Tom and Harry managed to keep away from Snape and Dumbledore for the rest of the dance, with no little help from the rest of the “royal” group. Snape was cut off by Draco and Pansy or Theodore. Dumbledore always ran into either Ginny or Blaise with a drunk Seamus.
The “royal” group, minus Blaise, plus Tom, left the dance early, but, with help from other Slytherins and a few Ravenclaws whose families had dark ties, they all managed to leave without notice.
“Now, where to send you two so that Dumbledore and Snape can’t find you,” Pansy said once they were all down in the dungeons, near the Slytherin rooms.
“The Chamber of Secrets, of course,” Ginny supplied.
The Slytherin students stared at the redhead in shock while Harry and Tom glared at her.
“What? Harry’s the only Parselmouth in the school, and it’s not like the basilisk is still alive,” the girl replied, mostly to the glares aimed her way.
“She has a point.” Harry sighed, giving in. But it’s so uncomfortable down there!
There’s a bedroom down there, you know.
There is?
Yeah. I found it one summer.
“Gentlemen?” Ginny waved hands in front of both Harry and Tom’s faces.
“Sorry,” Harry replied as Tom glared at her for interrupting.
“No problem. I’m used to you two zoning out on me.” Ginny smirked while the two Parselmouths scowled. “Why don’t you two head on up there now, before Dumbledore or Snape realise you’re gone and try finding you.”
“What about the rest of you?” Harry inquired.
“Ted and I are going to disappear, to keep the Gryffindors annoyed–“
“–supposing Seam didn’t get them all drunk,” Theodore offered drily.
Ginny shot her boyfriend a sharp look before continuing. “Pan and Dray are returning to Slytherin. As for Seam and Bini, I think they were planning on disappearing for the night as well. However, for you two, I wouldn’t suggest missing breakfast. Harry, I know you’ll be able to find us for breakfast and I’ll go down with you.”
“Perfect. Thanks, guys.”
“It’s fun helping a Death Eater hide with the Boy-Who-Lived for a night under Dumbledore’s nose,” Draco assured Harry.
Tom snorted. “Expecting me to put in a good word for you, Mr Malfoy?”
Draco shrugged. “Not really. Mindless torture and death isn’t my thing.”
“But you support the Dark Lord?” Tom pressed, curious. It was rare for a follower of any sort to be honest about their stand on his ways.
“I support him, yes. I believe in blood purity. I don’t believe in killing people like in the raids he sets up.” Draco paused, then paled as he realised that he was telling all of this to one of the Dark Lord’s best followers. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that.”
“No, you have every right to,” Tom assured the blond teen. “Perhaps you and I might have a talk about this sometime this weekend?”
“Marcus isn’t going to kill you for your views, Dray,” Harry said soothingly, noting the panic taking over the blonde’s expression. “But he might be able to put in a word about your dislike of killing and torture to Voldemort.”
Draco watched his professor nervously and Tom nodded. “What Harry said. I’m curious, that’s all. You’re a good person, as well as Harry’s friend; I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“He’d get it later.” Ginny giggled.
“Gin, I still have reservations about letting you live past your seventh year,” Tom warned the girl.
Ginny merely nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Go. Both of you.” She made shooing motions with her hands, then nodded to Theodore, who led her deeper into the dungeons.
“See you tomorrow, Harry, Professor.” Draco nodded politely.
“Sleep well.” Pansy giggled.
“Very funny, Pan.” Harry scowled.
Tom picked Harry up and carried him away amid annoyed noises from Harry, squeals from Pansy, and laughter from Draco.
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A/N: The lemon was supposed to be this chapter, but I got stuck on it and this was becoming horribly long, so I cut it and it’s going to be next chapter. This also gets my beta off my arse for a new chapter.
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 ||20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: ♪♪ I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves! Oh, I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes. Dun dun dun, I know a song that… *continues singing* ♪♪
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
Chapter 20
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Harry and Ginny were in the Slytherin dorms, getting changed for the Halloween Ball. The Gryffindors had told Harry and Ginny they couldn’t invite Pansy up to the Tower just so Harry could be fixed up properly, so the two Gryffindors opted for going to the dungeons immediately after dinner was over that Friday.
“Okay, Harry. Go into the bathroom with Draco and Blaise and get changed, then send one of the two down to get us so we can finish the job,” Pansy said sternly.
Harry sighed and nodded, knowing it was useless to argue against the Queen of Slytherin. “Come on, guys.”
Draco and Blaise rolled their eyes and followed the Gryffindor up to the guy’s room. Once there, each boy got into a stall to change into their costumes.
Draco was done first, a king if you ever saw one. His shoulder-length blond hair had been unslicked and hung around his face easily. A silver crown with a rearing dragon rested upon his head. His robes were a deep regal purple and silver, a cape of silver with the same dragon done in perfect detail on the back hanging from his shoulders. His boots were green dragon hide, brown pants tucked into them.
Blaise peeked out. “Oh, perfect. Now, could you help me fasten this before you start being the better-than-me King?”
Draco sniggered and nodded.
“Great.” Blaise came out of the stall. He and Theodore were to go as the knights of King Draco and Queen Pansy. Ginny was playing a princess. Only Ginny and Pansy knew what Harry was, as, apparently, they hadn’t even told him and he hadn’t seen it all put together yet.
As Draco and Blaise fought with the chain mail shirt Blaise was to be wearing, and Harry was changing into his clothing still, Pansy and Ginny were also changing.
“Absolutely beautiful!” Pansy decided, stepping back from Ginny.
Ginny’s hair had been piled up on top of her head in a twirled bun with a long lock from the centre of it trailing down her back. A soft golden tiara rested before the bun. Her gown was done in soft reds and purples with a deep brown cape to set it off. The cape had a magnificent griffin rearing up on the back that was done in gold and bronze. The gown hugged her figure tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. A necklace that matched Draco’s dragon hung on a silver chain about her throat, resting it’s tail just above the low neckline of the gown. Pansy had set off her brown eyes with brown and gold eye shadows. Her lips were done with a full cherry red. Her cheeks carried the slightest blush.
“Hey, you look better,” Ginny shot back before both girls giggled.
Pansy had let her dark blonde hair fall loosely past her shoulders. Her crown was identical to Draco’s, as was the cape she wore. Her gown was done in purples and silver, also to match Draco, and was as tight as Ginny’s. The silver necklace that hung at the small of her throat was of the Parkinson family crest and had been her mother’s until Pansy herself had reached her coming of age the year before. An old ring that Draco had given her before they’d come to Hogwarts was on the pinkie of her right hand. It was a silver serpent that matched that of their House. Her eye shadow was a light purple, her lips a deep red, almost purple.
“Do you think those boys are done yet?” Pansy growled.
Ginny smirked. “We could go find out.”
“Ooh… I like the way you think!”
The two girls hurried from the girls’ hall to the boys’ hall and knocked on the bathroom door. “Gentlemen! You’d best be finishing up!”
“Harry won’t come out!” Draco called back.
Ginny and Pansy traded scowls before stepping into the room. “Harry, you have to come out,” Ginny told her “boyfriend”.
“I won’t!”
“I’ll go get Marcus!”
“Coming!”
Harry opened the stall door and stepped out meekly. Draco and Blaise both gasped, neither having seen him yet.
Harry’s robe was done in various shades of green and clung tightly to his body, the top quarter unclasped to show a toned chest. It immediately became obvious he wasn’t wearing anything beneath the robe, despite it being closed tightly, except the deep green dragon hide boots that just barely peeked out from under the bottom. His cheeks were stained with a blush at his friends’ stares.
“You look brilliant.”
“Almost perfect.”
“But, there’s more!”
“Shit.”
“Language!” the three Slytherins called sharply.
“Oiy?” Theodore poked his head in the door. His eyes widened at the sight. “Geeze. You all look fabulous.”
“How was cleaning the greenhouses?” Draco asked nastily.
Theodore smirked. “Rather fun, actually. I’d hate to be the next class in there, come Monday.”
Everyone laughed.
“Great. Draco, Blaise, go help Theodore get changed. We’ll meet you in the common room once we’re done with Harry,” Pansy said calmly.
“Good luck, Harry,” Draco said sympathetically before quickly following Theodore and Blaise from the room, door slamming shut behind them.
Harry watched the two females nervously. “What else are you going to do to me?”
“Make you absolutely irresistible,” Ginny informed the Boy-Who-Lived.
“Must you?”
“Sit,” Pansy ordered, pointing to a chair that had just appeared.
Harry sat tensely, looking about ready to jump up at any moment.
Pansy rolled her eyes and sat in another chair that appeared before him, giving him a serious look. “If you move, I’ll have to start again. Relax and close your eyes.”
Harry did as he was told with a whimper.
Pansy and Ginny traded smirks.
“Glorious king, brave knights, loyal subjects, may we present to you, the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Make-People-Think-Seriously-Bad-Thoughts!”
“PANSY!”
“Just get out here, Harry,” Pansy said over the laughter of the Slytherin House.
The laughter stopped as Harry stepped into the room, and about thirty people stared at him.
His hair had been lengthened to his hips and hung about his figure, red highlights making it shimmer like blood. His glasses had been put away in favour of his one pair of contacts from the summer that left his eyes the colour they were meant to be. The tail end of his famed scar had been lengthened to trail over the bridge of his nose and was glowing the sickly green of Avada Kedavra. He wore a black cape with a gold lion and a silver serpent sleeping peacefully together, a brilliant red and gold phoenix rising behind and above them from moving flames.
“Fuck…” Blaise finally managed. No one bothered to berate him for his language.
“Can we leave now?” Harry asked, trying not to blush at the looks he was receiving. He hated being stared at.
“Sure.” Draco nodded sharply, regaining his senses. He held out an arm to Pansy. “Harry, Gin, you’ll be behind us. Theodore, Blaise, you’ll bring up the rear. Once we’ve found seats, you may all go do whatever you wish, but we will enter together and sit together. Understood?”
“Sure, Dray,” Ginny agreed, pulling Harry behind Draco and Pansy.
“Yes, sir!” Blaise and Theodore said sharply, falling in line behind the Gryffindors.
“Let’s shock them with our natural beauty, then!” Pansy called.
The six left among cheers.
Tom was watching the students sitting at tables and dancing to the band that Dumbledore had managed to snag. He couldn’t remember their name, and didn’t really care to. All he knew was that they were too loud…
And the boy he was looking for hadn’t arrived yet.
“Ah, Marcus!” Dumbledore called, stepping up to his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. The man was dressed as a chicken. Tom almost puked.
Instead, he nodded politely. “Headmaster.”
“Roman?” Dumbledore asked, referring to Tom’s costume.
“Julius Caesar,” Tom agreed, smirking to himself.
Dumbledore paused for the briefest of moments. “Creative.”
“I rather thought so myself.”
“Enjoying your time here, Marcus?”
“At the Ball, or Hogwarts in general?”
Dumbledore smiled, blue eyes twinkling madly. “Both.”
“The Ball is well enough, if a bit boring and loud. My classes are fine, however, I do not really appreciate the blatant mistrust in me,” Tom replied neutrally, watching to see if Dumbledore would take the hint.
“You’ll have to excuse the caution. We do have a hard time getting trustworthy Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, as I’m sure you are aware.”
“Quite. However, I’ve been here for two months; I’m sure you can lessen the security to only one teacher watching my every step from the four you’ve got now.” Tom glanced around. “Five, if you count yourself.”
“I’ve no idea what you are talking about, Marcus, my dear boy.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Ah, an entrance, as expected,” Dumbledore said suddenly as a hush fell the Hall and the students parted to let Draco and Pansy through.
“Expected, Headmaster?” Tom snorted, still watching carefully. The other Gryffindors that Harry hung out with had been dancing for a while. If the teen was with anyone, it would be these two Slytherins.
“Yes. Mr. Malfoy tends to show off, I’m afraid.”
As the king and queen, for that was what they were dressed as, turned, Ginny and her escort came into view. It took Tom a few seconds to recognize the black-haired teen Ginny was with. Once he had, he gasped. Good Gods…
Harry glanced up when he heard Tom’s words in his mind and spotted the Roman Emperor almost immediately. His cheeks coloured at the totally gobsmacked look on Tom’s face.
Then he saw the Headmaster and had to bite back his laughter.
Draco and Pansy sat regally at a table that was empty. Harry and Ginny followed suit while Theodore and Blaise took it upon themselves to guard the royal group from the other Ball-goers.
“Look at Dumbledore.” Harry sniggered, pointing to where Tom was trying to regain himself next to a cheerfully oblivious yellow chicken.
Ginny, Pansy, and Draco all smiled, biting back laughs. Theodore and Blaise snorted, trying to keep straight faces.
“Wonder what’s wrong with Professor Brutùs,” Pansy said with a slight frown.
“Other than Dumbledore talking to him?” Draco replied with a snort.
“You didn’t see him when he saw me,” Harry assured the others.
“Oh. Did he have his mouth open?” Pansy sighed airily.
“Quite wide,” Harry agreed politely.
“How dreadfully un-Slytherin,” the queen complained, turning her nose up.
Harry laughed.
“Harry! Ginny!” Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean, and Seamus came over, Seamus looking drunk.
Draco narrowed his eyes at the group while Pansy covered her nose delicately with a handkerchief, as if something stank. Blaise and Theodore glanced back to see if they should let the Gryffindors approach.
“Get it over with,” Harry agreed softly into Theodore’s ear, since he was closer. The teen nodded and he and Blaise stepped aside to allow the Gryffindors access.
“Draco, dance with me,” Pansy ordered.
Draco didn’t appear to mind the order, as he quickly stood and led Pansy out onto the floor.
“Hey!” The Gryffindors all sat themselves at the table lazily. Seamus, dressed as an Irishman, sat behind Blaise, empty chairs on either side of him. Ron, dressed as an Auror, sat next to Hermione, dressed as an angel, who was next to Harry. Neville, who came as a human-like horse, sat next to Ginny, who had Theodore behind her. Dean, who was as unoriginal as Seamus in Muggle clothing, sat next to Neville.
“Amazing costume, mate! What are you?” Ron asked Harry.
Harry blinked slowly a few times and looked over at Ginny. “What am I?”
Ginny shrugged. “We didn’t know what to call you. A prince without a crown, I guess.”
“Oh. Okay.” Harry shrugged at Ron.
“I think it’s lovely, Harry,” Hermione told her friend before turning to Ginny. “And Ginny, you look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you, Herm. Pan’s a true artist with clothing,” the girl agreed.
“I love those capes. Especially yours, Harry,” Dean piped up. “Who did them?”
“Pan and Dray’s are from Dray’s family,” Ginny explained. “Mine is from some relative of Pan’s that died a couple years back and left it to her. Harry’s was made by…” She paused. “Actually, I have no clue where Harry’s came from…”
“Pan would know,” Harry offered.
“Probably,” Ginny agreed.
Harry smirked suddenly, eyes on Blaise and Seamus, who were actually quite close to one another. “Sir Blaise?”
“Prince Harry, sir.” Blaise spun quickly and stood at attention. Dean and Ron’s sniggers were shot down by a poisonous glare from Harry.
“Blaise, why don’t you take Seam for a dance?”
“Sir?”
“That’s an order, Sir Blaise,” Harry added. The Gryffindors and Theodore all smiled.
“Understood.” Blaise turned to Seamus. “Seamus, I request a dance.”
“Uh…” Seamus blinked a few times before breaking out into a magnificent smile. “Sure thing!” He stood and let Blaise lead him out to the dance floor.
“That’s my job.” Harry turned to Ginny with a quick wink to Theodore. “Princess Ginevra, would you care for a quick dance before I turn you over to your dashing guard?”
Ginny giggled and offered a hand. The two stood and left the other four Gryffindors gaping while Theodore smirked to himself.
When Harry and Ginny returned to the table, Draco, Pansy, and Theodore were all engaged in conversation with Tom.
“Caesar.” Harry nodded seriously to Tom while Ginny hid a smile.
Tom looked up quickly, but his face softened into a smile when he realized who it was. “Prince Harry, Princess Ginevra, you do look stunning tonight, I must say.” He stood. “Let me get a good look at you two. Turn around.”
The two Gryffindors let Tom inspect them before they sat, Harry next to Tom, Ginny next to Theodore.
“So, what were you doing with Dumbledore earlier?” Harry enquired.
“Giving the man subtle hints that I was tired of him and the rest of the staff breathing down my neck.”
“Poor, Marcus,” Ginny teased.
“You, Miss Weasley, seem to have forgotten that I’m your teacher.”
“Sure thing, Marcus.” Ginny nodded with mock seriousness.
“I should take points.”
“You never take points from Harry.”
“No, he just gives me detentions like there’s no tomorrow,” Harry agreed.
“Secret snogging sessions,” Draco declared in a loud whisper, earning himself glares from Tom and Harry both.
“Let’s play a game,” Ginny said suddenly.
“Perhaps Draco and I won’t,” Pansy replied. “Royal blood and all.”
“Good! It’ll just be Harry, Ted, Marcus, and me!”
Tom paused. “I don’t think I want to play this game.”
“Marcus Brutùs, if you dare get up or walk away from me, you’ll regret it,” Ginny warned.
Harry grinned, leaning back in his chair. “I’d just play along, if I were you.”
“Fine.”
“What are we playing?” Theodore inquired.
“The mixing partners game! Come on!” Ginny stood quickly and dragged Theodore out onto the dance floor.
Tom paled. “Is this what I think it is?”
“This is Gin’s way of making sure I dance with you. Come on, Marcus, before she comes back and follows through on her threat.”
“Which is?”
“Tying us together and hanging us from the ceiling naked.”
Tom winced and stood. “I’d prefer the dance.”
“You know he wanted the dance anyway.” Draco smirked.
Tom frowned at the Slytherin king. “Would you like know what else I’d like to do, Mr Malfoy?”
Draco paused, looking at Tom worriedly. “No. Probably not.”
“Didn’t think so.” Tom took Harry’s hand and the two stepped out onto the dance floor. “I’m going to kill her.”
“I tried to talk her out of all of it last week.”
“All?”
Harry coughed. I’m supposed to spend the night with you.
Tom smirked. :Good,: he hissed into Harry’s ear.
Harry shivered.
Somehow, Tom and Harry managed to keep away from Snape and Dumbledore for the rest of the dance, with no little help from the rest of the “royal” group. Snape was cut off by Draco and Pansy or Theodore. Dumbledore always ran into either Ginny or Blaise with a drunk Seamus.
The “royal” group, minus Blaise, plus Tom, left the dance early, but, with help from other Slytherins and a few Ravenclaws whose families had dark ties, they all managed to leave without notice.
“Now, where to send you two so that Dumbledore and Snape can’t find you,” Pansy said once they were all down in the dungeons, near the Slytherin rooms.
“The Chamber of Secrets, of course,” Ginny supplied.
The Slytherin students stared at the redhead in shock while Harry and Tom glared at her.
“What? Harry’s the only Parselmouth in the school, and it’s not like the basilisk is still alive,” the girl replied, mostly to the glares aimed her way.
“She has a point.” Harry sighed, giving in. But it’s so uncomfortable down there!
There’s a bedroom down there, you know.
There is?
Yeah. I found it one summer.
“Gentlemen?” Ginny waved hands in front of both Harry and Tom’s faces.
“Sorry,” Harry replied as Tom glared at her for interrupting.
“No problem. I’m used to you two zoning out on me.” Ginny smirked while the two Parselmouths scowled. “Why don’t you two head on up there now, before Dumbledore or Snape realise you’re gone and try finding you.”
“What about the rest of you?” Harry inquired.
“Ted and I are going to disappear, to keep the Gryffindors annoyed–“
“–supposing Seam didn’t get them all drunk,” Theodore offered drily.
Ginny shot her boyfriend a sharp look before continuing. “Pan and Dray are returning to Slytherin. As for Seam and Bini, I think they were planning on disappearing for the night as well. However, for you two, I wouldn’t suggest missing breakfast. Harry, I know you’ll be able to find us for breakfast and I’ll go down with you.”
“Perfect. Thanks, guys.”
“It’s fun helping a Death Eater hide with the Boy-Who-Lived for a night under Dumbledore’s nose,” Draco assured Harry.
Tom snorted. “Expecting me to put in a good word for you, Mr Malfoy?”
Draco shrugged. “Not really. Mindless torture and death isn’t my thing.”
“But you support the Dark Lord?” Tom pressed, curious. It was rare for a follower of any sort to be honest about their stand on his ways.
“I support him, yes. I believe in blood purity. I don’t believe in killing people like in the raids he sets up.” Draco paused, then paled as he realised that he was telling all of this to one of the Dark Lord’s best followers. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that.”
“No, you have every right to,” Tom assured the blond teen. “Perhaps you and I might have a talk about this sometime this weekend?”
“Marcus isn’t going to kill you for your views, Dray,” Harry said soothingly, noting the panic taking over the blonde’s expression. “But he might be able to put in a word about your dislike of killing and torture to Voldemort.”
Draco watched his professor nervously and Tom nodded. “What Harry said. I’m curious, that’s all. You’re a good person, as well as Harry’s friend; I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“He’d get it later.” Ginny giggled.
“Gin, I still have reservations about letting you live past your seventh year,” Tom warned the girl.
Ginny merely nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Go. Both of you.” She made shooing motions with her hands, then nodded to Theodore, who led her deeper into the dungeons.
“See you tomorrow, Harry, Professor.” Draco nodded politely.
“Sleep well.” Pansy giggled.
“Very funny, Pan.” Harry scowled.
Tom picked Harry up and carried him away amid annoyed noises from Harry, squeals from Pansy, and laughter from Draco.
-~/\~-
A/N: The lemon was supposed to be this chapter, but I got stuck on it and this was becoming horribly long, so I cut it and it’s going to be next chapter. This also gets my beta off my arse for a new chapter.
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 ||
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
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