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Way too excited!!

Ok so I haven't been on here in FOREVER but today is International MCR Day (funnily enough I forgot about it but I'm still wearing my MCR shirt!!) and I'm stupidly excited that Mikey Way, THE Mikey Way retweeted an article that was posted online about what IMCRD is that mentioned ME, that's right ME (or the old me, when I was emmy21) as the reason IMCRD is up and running.

I have no idea why I'm so happy, I never really cared that it was me who did it before this but...Oh My Jasper!! I'm just too excited now!!

â�œHidden Natureâ� Chapter 3 â�“ Revealing the Truth

Chapter 3 – Revealing the Truth

Previously...

“What on Earth is going on here?” Professor McGonagall demanded while forcing her way through the crowd, “Mr. Potter, Unhand Mr. Malfoy at once. I will not have you attacking a fellow student in this manner,” gesturing to the way in which Harry had his arms wrapped firmly around his former enemy.

“Professor,” Draco spoke up in little more than a whisper, “I think there’s something you should know.”

“Very well, Mr. Malfoy. Follow me the both of you.” Professor McGonagall’s tone of voice was the only indication of just how confused she was by the whole situation.

Harry gently pulled Draco up from the floor; his arms still wrapped around the blonde Veela, and slowly they followed McGonagall into the small chamber off the Entrance Hall. Their movements and Harry’s continued hold on Draco’s form was watched closely by the curious eyes of their fellow students.

Harry paid no attention to those around him, his sole focus in that moment was Draco and the calm feeling that radiated through his body seemingly merely at the Slytherin’s touch. Draco had nestled his head against Harry’s neck and was clinging to him like he was hanging onto his very life. The crowd that had been caught up in his allure were now whispering cattily amongst each other at the obvious display of affection between the two.

Once inside the smaller chamber, McGonagall conjured up three chairs and instructed the boys to take a seat. Surprisingly for both Harry and the Headmistress, Draco forewent the seat provided and deposited himself in Harry’s lap as soon as the latter was seated. Oblivious to the shock written on the faces of the other two people in the room, Draco simply wrapped his arms around Harry and buried his face in the other boy’s neck once more.

Despite the initial shock, Harry quickly relaxed into Draco’s hold. For the life of him, he could not figure out why the touch of his friend could have such an effect on him. Despite the confusion welling up inside, Harry soon realised that he didn’t feel worried by it but rather that he felt content to just stay in the young blonde’s warm embrace. The sigh of contentment that issued from the Slytherin did not go unnoticed either, nor did it not go unnoticed by Harry, that the strange ‘pull’ he had been feeling since his birthday was strangely absent.

“Now, Mr Malfoy, would you be so kind as to tell us what exactly is going on?” McGonagall snipped as soon as the shock wore off.

“Hmmmm... I’m a Veela.” Draco mumbled simply into Harry’s neck, delighting at the shudder that ran through the Gryffindor’s body as his lips moved against the other’s skin.

“How can this be? You’re 18, you should have reached your inheritance last year,” came the shocked response from the headmistress as she leapt up from her chair and started pacing in front of the boys.

“My parents had me take a potion since birth that concealed my true nature; hindered the development of my Veela traits to protect me from Voldemort. Once he was defeated, my parents halted the potions and bit by bit my heritage came back to me until I received my full inheritance on my last birthday.” Draco answered calmly, still not moving away from Harry’s neck.

“So then, would you please tell me why you’re wrapped around Mr. Potter?” The question filled the Veela with a sense of dread.

The friendship between the two was still new and Draco feared losing it. He knew in his heart why he was wrapped around Harry, knew why it was Harry that had stopped the hordes of leering, sex-crazed young witches and wizards in the entrance hall, why in that moment, in Harry’s lap, he felt at home. But was now the time to tell him that reason?

No, Draco would not destroy the friendship and trust that had been blossoming since the end of the war. He would not throw all that he had with the Saviour of the Wizarding World simply because of some obscure Veela notion and some silly little emotions. Harry’s friendship and trust were worth more to him than anything else. A little lie to protect his loved one couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Harry and I have become friends since the war. He’s...he’s my best friend really. He made a promise to protect me once we got back here. He was simply keeping that promise,” Draco answered upon lifting his head from Harry’s neck and looked into the boy’s eyes, hoping that he could not spot the falsehood that lay within his words. But it wasn’t a complete lie; a thought that Draco took great comfort in.

“I see. Mr Potter, would you be so kind as to give Mr Malfoy and I some privacy and make your way to the Great Hall? We will both be there shortly,” McGonagall asked in that firm but calm way that only she could muster and that made grown men acquiesce without a second thought.

“I’d rather not, Headmistress. I won’t let Draco be attacked like before again, I won’t leave without him,” Harry answered just as firmly. His tone carried with it the full weight of his title and power, something that he rarely used to his advantage.

“That is admirable Mr Potter. I can see that this friendship of yours already has a great deal of strength to it. Very well, you may wait outside for Mr Malfoy. But if I catch you eavesdropping on what we have to discuss, be aware that I will not hesitate to deal out a necessary punishment, regardless of who you are.”

With a swift nod, a warm smile as thanks for being treated as if he were any other student and a brief hug to his friend, Harry stood and left the room, leaving the Headmistress and her Veela pupil alone.

“Is he your mate?” she asked the instant the door clicked shut. Her voice was soft but the realisation that he was found out made it seem more like she had screamed the words into his ear.

“Yes, he is.”

The aged woman took in the sight of the young man before her. From the sagging of his shoulders to the wringing of his hands and finally, to the despair in his eyes, there for all the world to see. She couldn’t understand this. A Veela that has just found their mate should be just about glowing with happiness and excitement, ready to start the bonding process and keen to let their beloved know of their intentions.

But Draco had lied. He had used his knowledge of Harry Potter and the fact that he was oblivious to all things Veela to lie to his mate, to remain hidden once more. McGonagall could see how much hurt it inflicted upon the young man and could easily foresee the great joy that their union could bring to both.

“Why Draco? Why lie and deny your mate the honesty and love he so rightfully deserves?” She knew she sounded like a hopeless romantic, but to deny one’s soul mate was something she could not fathom.

“I don’t want to ruin what we already have. We hated each other for so long. I don’t want him to hate me again. I want him to love me of his own volition, not because he feels obligated. Besides, he loves the Weasley girl. I cannot be the reason for that to come to an end.” With each word it seemed that Draco grew a little smaller, a little duller, as if those simple words were tearing at his already breaking heart.

“He must know Draco. This is his destiny. This is a path that only the two of you can take. You are a Veela, and as your mate he can feel the pull that will only draw him to you, to happiness and love. To the things he craves most. Do not deny that for either of you,” McGonagall all but begged.

“I shall tell him... when the time is right,” Draco conceded, wanting nothing more than to be back in Harry’s presence.

Harry stood outside the door waiting, mindful to be far enough away so as not to hear any of the goings on within the room.

His mind seemed to be full of confused and troubled thoughts, and the one thing he had come to hate, questions. What was that music earlier? Why was I the only one to hear it? Am I going mad, like they all said I would? And what of those dreams? Dreaming of a man? Does that make him gay? What about Ginny? I love her, don’t I? Why do I feel so good around Draco? Does this have something to do with him being a Veela?

Not knowing what was being said in that small room was killing him. He knew he shouldn’t, but the temptation to eavesdrop was too much. As quietly as possible, he moved towards the door and pressed his ear against the wood.

“Why Draco? Why lie and deny your mate the honesty and love he so rightfully deserves?” he heard McGonagall ask, shocked that not only was Draco’s mate male but that he would deny himself what was rightfully his to take and love.

“I don’t want to ruin what we already have. We hated each other for so long. I don’t want him to hate me again. I want him to love me of his own volition, not because he feels obligated. Besides...” the words that followed were too low for him to hear, but the meaning in those words made his heart soar.

Pulling away from the door, his mind once again filled with questions as a smile spread across his lips. His mate is male, they hated each other, what if it’s me? What if I’m his mate? Imagine what it would be like to be his mate. But, didn’t he say we were just ‘friends’? Could I possibly allow someone else to lay their hands on my Draco?

In that brief time, not only did Harry not realise that he was calling the blonde ‘my Draco’ but his girlfriend was forgotten as a wave of longing and rejection washed over him at the thought of not being Draco’s mate.

The constant barrage of questions and uncertainty about his feelings began to give the boy a headache. He needed help to understand all of this. But who could he turn to? The answer was obviously Hermione, but could he truly trust her not to take this information to Ron?

(Ok, so that whole section is new or tweaked. I think your idea was spot on...it was probably better for Harry to think that he was Draco’s mate and be shattered when he comes to believe that he’s not thanks to poor self confidence.)

As the door started opening and the rooms occupants filed out, he knew that he would need her help, regardless of the consequences.

“Now, gentlemen, if you would please join your fellow students. You will see that there is a separate table for this year’s seventh and eighth years. Please hurry and be seated, the sorting is already over but the feast is yet to begin,” McGonagall directed with a small smile.

With a nod from each boy, they started making their way to the open doors of the Great Hall. Harry was shocked to find a hand had slipped into his own just as they were about to reach said doors. Turning to the one gripping his hand, he could see the absolute fear that had a firm hold over Draco.

“It’s ok Draco. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise,” Harry assured, squeezing the warm hand that seemed to fit so nicely within his.

“But, what about your friends? We were going to keep this secret.” Draco’s voice cracked as the fear welling inside him increased at the thought of his mate being harassed or attacked over their friendship.

“While this isn’t the ideal way for them to find out about this, I don’t much care what they think. You’re my friend, one of, if not my only, true friend. If they can’t see past what happened during and before the war, then they’re not worth the time nor energy.” Harry gave his companion a brief comforting smile before ceremoniously dragging the blonde into the Great Hall and over to the new table on the far right of the room.

To say that their appearance was a shock to the students would be the understatement of the century. While the first years knew nothing of the boys’ history of hostility, all were very well aware of whom the two were, The Chosen One and the Death Eater heir apparent. Whispers broke out amongst the student body as the boys finally took their seats opposite the other two thirds of the Golden Trio and Ginny, while Blaise took his place at Draco’s side.

Some wondered aloud to their housemates why the Slytherin, who had such a hold on so many not long before, no longer had that sensual lure... well, no more than usual. Some hissed their disdain of the two entering the Hall hand-in-hand, claiming that it was not right that their Saviour should be in such close proximity to Death Eater filth. Others were simply happy that it would seem the fights and bickering that had followed the two through the last seven years was finally at an end, that there could finally be peace between the boys just as the world at large finally had its’ peace.

The whispers paled in comparison to the glares they received from Harry’s friends. While the remaining seventh and eighth year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were somewhat blasé about the whole situation, the fiery Gryffindors were silently fuming in their seats.

“What are you doing with him?” Ron hissed at his best friends, his face remarkably mirrored that of his brother, Percy, whenever he was witness to something he found disgusting or unseemly.

“And why are you holding his hand?” Ginny, who always did have a flair for the dramatic, all but shrieked at her boyfriend.

“Would you all please calm down? If you can’t remain calm and retain some form of decorum, I won’t be telling you anything.” Harry’s voice was deathly quiet and carried with it a warning that he was serious in his declaration.

Those around him quickly fell into line, although the Weasley siblings were never very good at schooling their features and their deep scowls and sneers of loathing remained in place. Draco’s already strong grip on Harry’s hand became almost vice-like as the looks of pure hatred were sent in his direction from the two redheads.

“Thank you. Now, first, I would like for you all to know that Draco and I are now very good friends, if not best friends. We have been since the end of the war. The time I spent away from all of you over the summer was spent with the Malfoys. It was the Malfoys that helped me through my delayed inheritance.”

“As for holding Draco’s hand, that is merely my way of showing my support for a friend who was worried about just this. Worried about my friends not being able to set aside petty differences and treating him like he’s done something dark in order to gain my favour.” Harry returned their looks of disgust, though far more successfully and in a far more intimidating manner.

His friends sat in stunned silence, and unsurprising to Harry, it was Neville that spoke up first.

“I support you both. Draco is not Bellatrix, nor should he be painted with the same brush. Truce, Mal-Draco?” Neville confidently thrust his hand forward and was pleased when the blonde boy accepted his hand and truce with a small smile.

“Harry, I...I don’t know how to take this. His aunt...she tortured me. He was there when she did it. I...” Hermione spoke out with fear and sadness as she recalled that time.

“I know, Hermione. But trust me. Have faith in my judgement. You of all people know that I would not have become friends with the Malfoys if I wasn’t certain that they were not the people we once thought them to be.” Harry reached across the table to reassuringly squeeze the girl’s hand.

“I do trust you. I...I just need time to come to terms with it all. I’m not saying that I won’t accept this in time, just that I need that time to deal with it.” She smiled slightly at her friend and the Malfoy that she had come to hate.

“I would like to say that I’m sorry for all that I did to all of you in the past. I was a right prat and I shall endeavour to be different from here on in.” Draco spoke for the first time since entering the hall and was surprised when he received nods of acceptance from most of the Gryffindors. Whether it was his small contribution to the discussion or Hermione’s declaration of acceptance that did it, he did not care. He had the acceptance of the Gryffindors, all bar two that is.

Just as Ron was about to open his mouth once more, McGonagall stood to make the traditional opening speech.

“Welcome new students, returning students, new staff and returning staff, to another year at Hogwarts. There are many changes this year that we should all be aware of. Firstly, I would ask that you all be aware of the continuing work on the school. Whilst most of the school is safe, there are some areas that are not safe for students. These areas have been cordoned off.

“You may also have noticed that this year’s seventh years and the repeating students from last year are separate from the rest of the school. The repeating seventh years will be recognised as eighth years and will be taking the same classes as the seventh years. As such, they will be in a separate dorm and will no longer be recognised by house but rather by year. In class, while you will be sharing classes, you will be separated by year in those classes. All of this will help prepare you for when you leave these halls.”

“This will apply to future sixth and seventh years as well. I should also like to introduce to you our new teachers. Filling the position of Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House is Lady Narcissa Malfoy, and Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Lord Lucius Malfoy. The new Head of Gryffindor House will be our new History of Magic Professor, Lady Alastríona Elwen.”

A collective gasp echoed through the Hall as the students realised just who the new, hooded figures at the Head table were. Draco and Harry, however, beamed as they realised their family would be with them through the year, for the Malfoys had, without Harry’s immediate realisation, become a part of his family. Just knowing that he would have the Malfoys so close all year made his very soul fill with a strange sense of contentment.

“Finally, the same rules as every year apply. Curfew is at ten for everyone except for the eighth years who as adults will not have a curfew imposed upon them, though they should still use proper discretion with their new freedom. There is a list of the items prohibited within school grounds on Mr Filch’s office door. All Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products are banned and anyone found with said products will receive immediate detention with Mr Filch. Last, but not least, the Forbidden Forest is named such for a reason...it is off limits to all students and teachers have been advised that no detentions will take place inside the forest. That is all, enjoy your meal.”

As McGonagall finished her speech the usual welcoming feast spread appeared in front of the students. The meal progressed with minimal chatter amongst the seventh and eighth years that still decided to disapprove of the friendship between the school’s two best-known characters, namely Ron and Ginny. The rest of the students at the new table talked animatedly to each other about their summer and the year ahead. Draco and Harry, noticeably, spent most of the time talking to each other in the same affectionate manner they had throughout the summer they’d spent together.

It wasn’t until it was time to retire to their dorms and the seventh/eighth year students were led by the headmistress to their new dorms in one of the newly renovated towers, that Harry realised just how excited he was to be sharing quarters with Draco. Whilst all seventh and eighth year boys would be sharing the same dorm, there would be 10 in total in the room, all Harry could think about was that Draco would be in the bed next to his.

He had hated being separated from the other boy in the last weeks of the summer break. He had a strange feeling of loneliness settle over him at such times, something that he never truly understood. But this year they would be together all day, every day. They had chosen the same classes and were in the same dorm, and for whatever reason, that made Harry feel...complete.

Harry smiled and joked with his roommates, once again with the exclusion of an angry and sulking Ron, until it was time for bed. His smile grew when he realised that Draco had chosen the bed next to his in the darkest corner of the room. It wasn’t until he said his goodnights to the Veela and climbed into his own four-poster double bed, leaving the curtains drawn to watch his neighbour sleep that he realised the thoughts that hadn’t left him since dinner weren’t those of a normal friend. It scared and confused him. In that moment he made a resolution to find out what was going on with him and Draco, to discover the reason behind these blossoming feelings and the pull that he felt when away from the blonde.

Yes, he would find the answers. And his first step was the smartest witch he knew. He would seek out Hermione to help with this new mystery and hope that Draco was none the wiser.

I think...

I'm gonna take a very LONG break from Buzznet.

I have Uni starting back tomorrow, I have a new blog I'm working on with some friends, I have stories that I have to finish and I just don't ever seem to be happy on here like I used to be.

For those of you that are part of my writing group...I'll probably still come on here to admin the group, put up new Tasks etc. But otherwise, I doubt you'll be seeing very much of me on here from now on.

I won't be posting my stories on here until I decide to come back (if I decide to come back) for good. If you can't wait that long, all my stories are up on my Mibba account. My latest Harry Potter fic will be on my FanFiction.net account.

You will also be able to contact me through my Twitter account and AIM (emmyxangeldust), and if you want to add me on Facebook, just ask me and I'll private message you with my full name. I also have a tumblr that I'll probably be blogging on more. Oh, and there's my Myspace, it's set to private so if you're going to add me let me know who you are first. Also, there's my LiveJournal.

I know that alot of you have seen journal entries like this from me alot. But I just can't handle this place right now. I need to be positive about my life and all this place does is bring out the negative, at the moment anyway.

There are some awesome people on here that I have had an amazing time talking to. I've recently been talking to people that I once thought I hated (lol I think you know who you are), but in reality I have a great time talking to them and we have alot in common.

That's it really.

Take care.

Love you all.

Emmy xoxo

"Separation" - Chapter 3 - The Call

To say that the trip home from the club was a blur would be an understatement. The orgasmic bliss that left me in a euphoric haze remained with me until we got home. It blocked all attempts by Jeph and Frank to ask me what happened at the club, why I had a ridiculously goofy 'I-just-hooked-up' grin on my face, why I wanted to get home so quickly (seeing as apparently I dragged my brothers from the club, insisting that they take me home). The only thought filtering through the fog was the memory of Mikey's hand slipping into my back pocket and his breathe ghosting over my ear as he said...

â�œMy number. Donâ�™t hesitate to call me ASAP. In fact, call me as soon as you get out of here. Promise?â�

A shudder ran through my body as my mind wondered back to the amazing things my little piece of perfection to my cock, as he sucked and licked and...the mere thought made my nether region twitch, the anticipation of a repeat not lost on me in my current state.

"GERARD!" Came the shout from my brothers in an attempt to gain my attention.

"Hmmm..."

"What is going on with you Gee? You pulled us out of the club, away from some very willing and easy young ladies that we were hoping to bring home, you've got this ridiculous expression on your face and you haven't said a word since we left the club. What happened back there?" Frank asked with a frown, successfully conveying his worry for me.

"Oh, I think I know, dear brother Frank. Our flaming older brother got some ass tonight." Jeph smirked while Frank's eyes gleamed at the revelation.

"First, don't be so vulgar. Second, I did not get 'some ass' as you so eloquently put it." I replied, hoping that my annoyance at having my post-orgasmic euphoria interrupted by my somewhat vile younger brothers.

The smirks held a firm place on their lips as I walked away from them as quickly as I could, without drawing unwanted attention to myself, hoping to get some time alone to call Mikey. Once I was certain that I wasnâ�™t being watched (or followed) by my dear brother, I ran to my room, closing and locking the door behind me, relieved to be able to finally dial those seemingly innocent numbers.

I dialled the number and waited anxiously as it started ringing. The butterflies from earlier in the night set in once again, making my stomach feel like it was going to explode with repressed excitement. My heart hammered against my rib cage, trying to break free from its confines, trying to show the world just how much I felt for this guy, this Mikey Way, that I had only just met. In that very moment, my head started to work against my heart, the negative thoughts crept in, the thoughts that said I wasnâ�™t good enough, that if I wasnâ�™t good enough for Xavier than how could I even hope to be good enough for Mikey.

â�œHello? HELLO?â� the calls through the phone brought me from my musings.

â�œOh...ummmm...is this Mikey?â� I stammered, the thudding of my heart almost impossibly loud in my ears now.

â�œYeah, whoâ�™s this?â� he sounded almost annoyed and the fear set in again.

What if he didnâ�™t want me?

What if tonight was just a onetime thing, even though he said it wasnâ�™t?

What if all he wanted was a quick fuck?

There was no way I could handle that, not after Xavier, not after that betrayal.

â�œLook, who is this? Is this some kind of joke? If it is Iâ�™m going to hang up right now.â� Mikeyâ�™s voice once again brought me out of my thoughts.

â�œNo, donâ�™t hang up. Itâ�™s me, G-Gerard. F-From the club earlier.â� I quickly blurted out, afraid that he would make good on his threat to hang up on me, I didnâ�™t think I would have the courage to call him again.

â�œGerard? Hey, Iâ�™m so sorry. I thought you were a stupid kid trying to prank me or something. Iâ�™m so glad you called. How are you doing?â� the excitement I could hear in his voice washed away all the negative thoughts that had begun to consume me.

â�œOh, thatâ�™s ok. Iâ�™m sorry for not responding straight away, I guess I was just a little nervous. I made a promise to call you, didnâ�™t I? Besides, I had to call you; I had to talk to you more.â� I answered, blushing despite the fact that he wasnâ�™t there and that I had no reason to be embarrassed.

â�œReally? Still thinking about that blowjob, huh?â� Mikey giggled down the line.

â�œWell, it was the best blowjob Iâ�™ve ever received, so I guess if I were to say â�˜noâ�™ I would, in fact, be lying.â� I answered, not aware of where this new found confidence came from.

â�œSo...I think I already told you this, but youâ�™re really amazing Gerard. Thereâ�™s definitely something special about you. Do you perhaps want to go out on a date with me? Iâ�™d really like to get to know you better.â� I couldnâ�™t help but notice the uncertainty in his voice, as if he truly thought that I would say no to seeing him again.

â�œOf course Iâ�™ll go on a date with you.â� I responded, not caring in that moment whether he could hear the excitement in my voice, not caring if I sounded like the desperate 24 year old man I was.

â�œOk, great. Well, I best be off to bed, but how about tomorrow night we meet up for dinner at about 6? Iâ�™ll text you tomorrow about the finer details.â� Came the hopeful reply.

â�œSounds great. Iâ�™ll talk to you tomorrow. Night.â� I answered; pretty sure the goofy grin I had on my face would be a permanent fixture for quite some time to come.

â�œNight, Gerard.â�

I was so happy, elated even. I quickly shed the clothes I was wearing and flung myself into bed, hoping that it would ease the excitement, to no avail. Surprisingly, though, I noticed that I had quickly started drifting off to sleep, the thought of my encounter with Mikey, the following night to come and a feeling of hope following me into the land of nod.

Sorry it took so long. I'm hoping to have this finished in 5 more chapters. Also, sorry that it's so crap. It's far below my usual standard!

"Clipping the Wings of Fallen Angels" - Chapter 1 - Dream or Vision?

Ok, if you need to catch up on the prologue...it's here...now on with chapter 1...I'm warning you it's short and it may be a long while before the next update.

The trip to the hospital was quiet for our hero, Jepha Howard. He didnâ�™t take in the panicked questions from his friend, nor did he hear the paramedic beside him trying to calm said friend, to no avail mind you.

The only thing that ran through his mind was the woman in his dream. Or was it a vision? He couldnâ�™t tell which category it would have fallen into, though the thought of it being a â�˜visionâ�™ seemed ridiculous to him. The word conjured images of strange women with frizzy hair, arms weighed down by numerous bangles and rings, wrapped in knitted shawls and enveloped in a constant cloud of fragrant incense.

But the argument of what to call what he saw in those brief moments that seemed like hours, only served to pull his mind away from what he really wanted to think aboutâ�¦that woman. There was something other-worldly about her. He was certain that she was real; he never doubted that for a second. He could still feel the strange mixture of warmth and ice cold of her hands on his skin, could still feel her breathe ghosting over his face as she made her plea for help. Yes, she was real.

And the image was clear in his mind, as if the image was imprinted on his brain, something he would never escape in all his days. Her skin was pale, almost ridiculously pale, her hair was like a flowing river of fiery red, her eyes a piercing blue that seemed to reach into the deepest, hidden regions of his very soul.

But yet there was something about her that he couldnâ�™t put his finger on. Something about her wasnâ�™t right. She seemed too good to be real, too perfect to be human. The feeling wouldnâ�™t leave him; it festered in his mind as though its goal was to slowly send him into insanity from not knowing the truth about her.

He could vaguely feel and hear the ambulance come to a halt, signalling his arrival at the hospital. Certain things became clear to him in that moment. He would eventually have to explain to his friends what happened and he was sure that keeping the information of his â�˜visionâ�™ to himself, while basically living with his 3 friends, was an impossibility.

Another thing he was sure of, and that scared him the most, was the possibility that he would never see her again. That the woman of his dreams was deemed to live in his dreams for all eternity; that never the two should meet. He had come to the point in a very short period of time that he could not live without her and the mere thought that he would never see her again brought him great pain.

He could only hope that she would meet him again.

Even if that was only in his dreams.

Most ridiculous thing I've seen...

Ok, so I saw this girl (she's about 15) saying that as soon as she's old enough to leave home, she's going to move to Forks, Washington.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't there NOTHING there?

What does she thinks gonna be there?

"Oh, I'm going to go to forks and I'm going to meet Edward Cullen and we're going to fall madly in love and he'll make me a vampire and like...it'll be awesome!"

-_-

Let me lay it out for all those that want to go to Forks...

Edward Cullen doesn't exist!

There are no vampires in Forks!

La Push isn't full of werewolves who may or may not imprint on you!

Forks is smack bang in the middle of nowhere with nothing around it!

Clear enough for ya??

Oh and one more thing...

GROW THE FUCK UP!!

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Tip #5: Make sure that, when in public, your boyfriend's hand has a permanent place up your skirt or down your shirt.

Tip #6: The way to attract a man is summed up in one word: Nipples.

Tip #7: When in doubt resort to nudity.

Tip #8: Being friends with Joe Francis gains you access to the best guys.

Tip #9: Having more than 1 guy on the go at a time doesn't make you a slut, you're simply, like, so hot.

Tip #10: It always helps to be born in the best family. If you aren't, then tough luck icky poor person.

Tip #11: Tattoos on a guy are ok...just as long as they have heaps of money!

Tip #12: You must assume your gender roles always by wearing excessive amounts of pink. It turns men on.

Tip #13: One must always have a small ugly dog with them. They frighten away all the uglies...

Tip #14: And have so many, that you never actually care for them! Because you are out with your latest man!

Tip #15: One must always refrain from wearing underwear. This allows the paparazzi full view of your vag at all times.

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My new fave song...

Is...

Thou Shalt Always Kill by Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip.

I actually have Jackson Rathbone to thank for this. It was on his iTunes celebrity playlist and I just love it. The lyrics are so amazing and so true.

Lyrics...

Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim;

Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets;

Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrat in vein;

Thou shalt not think that any male over 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile, some people are just nice;

Thou shalt not read NME;

Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they have become popular;

Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry;

Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover;

Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover;

Thou shalt not buy Coca Cola products;

Thou shalt not buy nestle products;

Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend bestfriend, take drugs and cheat on him;

Thou shalt not fall in love so easily;

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pantsâ�¦â�¦use it to get into their heads;

Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks;

Thou shalt not attend an open mic and then leave as soon as you have done your shitty little poem or song you self righteous prick;

Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just because you once saw a girl there that you fancied that your never going to fucking talk to;

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were;

The Beatles.
Were just a band.
Led Zeppelin
Just a band.
The Beach Boys.
Just a band
The Sex Pistols.
Just a band.
The Clash.
Just a band.
Crass.
Just a band
Minor Threat.
Just a band.
The Cure
Were Just a band.
The Smiths
Just a band.
Nirvana.
Just a band.
The Pixies
Just a band
Oasis.
Just a band
Radiohead.
Were Just a band.
Bloc Party.
Just a band.
Arctic Monkeys.
Just a band.
The next big thing
Just a band.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries;

Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling where never part of the four elements and never will be;

Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;

Thou shalt not pimp my ride;

Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster;

Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness;

Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit;
When I say â�œheyâ� thou shalt not say â�œhoâ�;

When I say â�œhipâ� thou shalt not say â�œhopâ�;

When I say, he say, she say, we say â�œmake some noiseâ�â�¦..kill me;

Thou shalt not quote me happy;

Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture;

Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me;

Thou shalt spell the word phoenix : P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X regardless of what the Oxford English dictionary tells you;

Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at the club last night by saying â�œis it?â�;

Thou shalt think for yourselves;

And thou shalt always;

And thou shalt ALWAYS...kill.

I just LOVE this!!

THANK YOU JACKSON RATHBONE!!

Oh, on a side note...Taylor Lautner is a fan of The Used (and therefore, now has a higher standing in my opinion), Ashley Greene has AWESOME taste in music and Kellan Lutz's playlist is just about full of my fave songs!!

"Hidden Nature" - Chapter 2 - Dreams

(Picture originally by Kittiekittiemow on Photobucket, words added by me)

Chapter 2 - Dreams

The dark figure of a man walked towards Draco. His stride was confident and strong. He was still out of focus. But unlike the mystery manâ�™s previous visits, Draco could begin to make out features, though not enough to recognise who it was. He could see the manâ�™s hair was silken ebony, he was of average height and he seemed to have a slim but toned body. All Draco could do was stare, as if his life depended on the enigma that made his way towards him.

â�œDraco,â� the man called to him.

The voice was as smooth and seductive and sounded more like music to Dracoâ�™s ears than anything else. The figure stopped before him, just far enough away that he couldnâ�™t be in focus to Dracoâ�™s eyes.

â�œDraco. Find me Draco. Please find me. I need you, Draco. Come to meâ�¦â�

Draco was pulled from his dream by the sound of the compartment door opening. Cursing himself for not putting a stronger locking charm on the door, he looked towards the door to be greeted by the smiling face of his only fellow eighth year Slytherin, Blaise Zabini.

Draco allowed a smile to appear on is face. However, his smile faltered when he saw the change in Blaiseâ�™s expression. His friendâ�™s smile quickly morphed from the friendly, open smile that he was famous for among those who knew him, to what was supposed to be a suggestive smirk but came off more as leering. His eyes glazed over as he began to take in Dracoâ�™s form, drinking in every change in his physical appearance. Draco could have sworn that before long his friend would have started drooling, something totally undignified and completely un-Slytherin.

When Draco realised the boy was making his way toward him, swaying his hips far more than necessary, it was time to speak up.

â�œZabini. Come any closer and I wonâ�™t have any problem hexing you,â� Draco threatened, â�œSnap out of it!â�

Blaise stopped moving at once, shook his head and looked at his friend with confusion.

â�œWhat the hell just happened, Draco? And what the hell happened to you?â�

This was the moment Draco feared. He knew that many within the Wizarding community adored Veela, and not just because of the Allure. Veela were respected for their poise and grace, not to mention their loyalty to family and their determination to get what they wanted. But for Draco, having spent his entire life spouting Lord Voldemortâ�™s opinions on half bloods and magical creatures, it seemed to him that he would be mocked purely for being his true self.

Nevertheless, Blaise had always been one of Dracoâ�™s closest friends. He knew that this was a friend he could trust. Besides, it wouldnâ�™t be long before the whole school became aware of the change in Draco.

â�œBlaise, I donâ�™t really know how to say this,â� Draco sighed, collecting himself before continuing, â�œThis summer, I was told the truth about who I am. You see, my parents are both Veela and, therefore, so am I. My parents chose to protect my identity from the Lord Voldemort.â�

â�œThe only way to do this was to hide my true self from me my entire life. This way he could never try to read my mind and find the truth. I had to take a potion everyday to conceal my emerging Veela traits. I was always told that it was a potion to promote good health.â�

â�œBut now that Voldemort is gone, I donâ�™t have to hide anymore. I came into my inheritance as soon as I stopped taking the potion after my parents explained everything. So, here I am. This isâ�¦me.â�

The feeling of having the weight of his secret lifted from his shoulders was like no other. Draco had feared the reaction of those around him, feared just saying the words he knew to be true. But now, having said the words and not being ostracised by one of the few friends he had left, he felt free.

â�œWow. Thatâ�™sâ�¦soâ�¦cool! And I gotta say, youâ�™re totally hot!â� Blaise replied after letting it all sink in.

â�œUmmmâ�¦thanks. I think,â� Draco allowed a smile to show, â�œBut just so you know, Iâ�™m taken.â�

â�œYou have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?â� Blaise asked in a poorly disguised tone of disappointment.

Only Blaise knew that Draco liked both girls and boys. Not that Blaise really minded. He himself had a preference for men, something everyone was well aware of.

â�œNot exactly,â� Draco started, â�œPart of being a Veela is that I have a mate out there somewhere. Well actually, heâ�™s on this train.â� Draco ended with a dreamy smile.

â�œOh right. I remember mother telling me something about Veela and their mates once. How would you feel if itâ�™s someone you canâ�™t stand?â�

â�œI guess weâ�™ll just have to deal with that when we get to it,â� Draco sighed; worry once again bubbling to the surface.

Harry walked towards the figure before him. He had experienced this dream before. He felt a pull towards the shadowed figure that he couldnâ�™t explain. As he drew closer he realised that he could make out some basic features of the man before him. The man was tall and of slight build. He had long, fair hair. He seemed familiar, but Harry just couldnâ�™t place the man, he just wasnâ�™t clear enough from that distance. He came to a stop. He wanted to move closer, to see the mystery that stood so close and yet so far. But, as if an invisible barrier held him back, he could move no closer.

â�œHarry,â� he heard the voice call to him.

His voice calmed any apprehension Harry felt. Harry had always worried about the fact that he was dreaming of a man, but upon hearing the soothing voice that penetrated deep into his soul. He no longer cared that, while he had always thought he was straight, he was dreaming of a man who seemed to regard him so lovingly.

â�œHarry. Iâ�™m coming to find you. I need you as much as you need me. Fear not, my love. Iâ�™ll be with you soon. I will come for youâ�¦â�

Harry felt himself being shaken, and though he didnâ�™t want to live his dream world and that man that lived there, he slowly opened his eyes. His friends looked worried about him, a look he knew all too well.

â�œWhatâ�™s wrong?â� Harry asked groggily.

â�œYou were mumbling in your sleep, baby. Are you ok?â� Ginny replied.

â�œYeah, Iâ�™m fine. Just dreaming.â� Harry answered; smiling at his girlfriend in a way he had hoped was reassuring.

Harry could tell that Ginny was not fooled. She knew he had been having these strange dreams, the contents of said dreams were still unknown to her however, and it worried her greatly. His dreams had changed so dramatically in the last few weeks. The nightmares of the final battle and of his dead family and friends had plagued him since that horrific and triumphant day. But only a few weeks ago, they changed. He no longer screamed for lost loved ones in his sleep. Nor did he battle long dead enemies. While he and Ginny didnâ�™t spend nights together, the amount of time spent at The Burrow had the entire Weasley family well aware of the terrors he saw only in his sleep.

This change of dreams worried Ginny even more than the nightmares. The change could mean absolutely anything. Even more distressing for the girl was the fact that Harry refused to discuss the dreams. She felt that they made him more closed off than the nightmares had, and that terrified her.

Much sooner than both boys had hoped, the train arrived at Hogsmede station and their Thestral drawn carriages awaited them. Both Draco and Harry were apprehensive about returning to Hogwarts, and made the decision that neither would go without the other.

As both boys climbed into their separate carriages, and noticed the gasps of shock and awe around them as their fellow students, all of whom had been a witness to death, saw the Thestrals for the first time, they both shared the same line of thought.

Pictures of mere children fighting against war seasoned Death Eaters, the school being blown apart by spells that missed their targets, bodies of brave souls who fought for the light. These were the pictures that overwhelmed their dreams. These were the pictures that drew the boys together.

If only they knew that in that moment they were sharing the exact thoughts and emotions as the other and that the stabbing pain in their hearts was not their own hurt and anguish.

Dracoâ�™s arrival in the Entrance Hall was much as he had expected. Half the students there turned and stared at the Veela. Draco knew that the Allure would pull the Wizards and Witches that had weaker magic, the stronger the Wizard the less effect the Allure would have on them. The weakest of the ones that stared, about 50 in all, began to make their way toward Draco as if in a trance.

Dracoâ�™s fear built up within him until it was overwhelming. With only Blaise with him to help, Dracoâ�™s mind began to think of the one friend that he wished could be with him now but that he knew could not.

â�œSchool is going to suck so badly,â� Harry sighed as he flung himself onto Dracoâ�™s king-size bed.

Draco looked over at his friend of only a couple of months, a small smile playing upon his lips. Harry had been more of a friend than anyone else, well, as good a friend as Blaise at least. The thought of school made his smile falter though. He knew that they couldnâ�™t be seen together for fear of what people would think.

â�œSoâ�¦I guess we wonâ�™t get to hang out again for awhile?â� Draco asked quietly.

â�œYeah. I wish we could just be friends and not have to worry about what people think. But we all know how Ron would react, not to mention Ginny,â� Harry sighed in reply.

â�œButâ�¦youâ�™re one of the only friends I have now,â� Draco whispered, trying desperately to hide the tears that threatened to fall.

â�œIâ�™ll always be there, Draco. If you need me, Iâ�™ll be thereâ�¦â�

The panic had started to set in. There was no way that either Draco or Blaise could hold off the 40 odd students that were making their way toward the boys. Draco couldnâ�™t control his emotions any longer; he trembled with fear and tried to back away from those around him.

He closed his eyes and fell to his knees, just hoping that if he could hide away everything around him would disappear. His very soul cried out for help, he could feel its song, feel it calling to the one person who could calm himâ�¦his mate.

After a few seconds, which to him felt like forever, he felt calming warmth wash over him as a hand gripped his arm.

â�œDracoâ�¦â�

Harry stepped through the main doors to see that half of the students there stood transfixed by something he couldnâ�™t see himself, while the other half of those students started to converge on the hidden person or object that held them in a trance.

â�œI wonder whatâ�™s going on.â� Ginny asked from beside him, clutching his hand even tighter.

Harryâ�™s curiosity got the better of him and he tried desperately to get a better look at what had everyone so hypnotised. It was in that moment that he heard it. A song floating towards him. Such a sad song.

â�œWhereâ�™s that music coming from?â� Harry enquired to the friends that surrounded him, only to be greeted by confused and worried looks.

â�œWhat music mate? I donâ�™t hear any music,.â� Ron spoke up, speaking slowly as if he thought that Harry had finally lost it.

â�œYou canâ�™t hear that?â�

â�œNo, Harry. There is no music,â� Hermione reiterated.

Harry would have argued the point if the pain in his chest hadnâ�™t increased at that moment. He needed to find the source of the song and as if he were lassoed by an invisible rope, he felt like he was being pulled through the crowd until he stood before a kneeling figure. His eyes were closed and fear and panic radiated from his body.

There before him sat his friend on the verge of tears and for reasons Harry knew not, he fell before him and grasped his arm firmly. The boy before him physically calmed down, much to Harryâ�™s delight.

â�œDraco? Open your eyes.â� Harry whispered.

Dracoâ�™s eyes snapped open at his words, his voice like sweet honey. Draco reached out toward the other, wanting nothing more than to feel the protection of his friend. Harry acquiesced and quickly pulled the silver haired boy into his arms, calming both boys at once, while their audience looked on in shock. Those previously held captive to Dracoâ�™s beauty stood immersed in confusion.

â�œWhat on Earth is going on here?â� Professor McGonagall demanded while forcing her way through the crowd, â�œMr. Potter, Unhand Mr. Malfoy at once. I will not have you attacking a fellow student in this manner,â� gesturing to the way in which Harry had his arms wrapped firmly around his former enemy.

â�œProfessor,â� Draco spoke up in little more than a whisper, â�œI think thereâ�™s something you should know.â�