A/N: Finally some h/d slash! Sorry it took so long! REVIEW! XX to all the ppl who reviewed on my last chapters. I love you all
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Chapter Five
"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Somebody was screaming and, suddenly, the cloying darkness was gone from Harry's head and he could feel soft hands trying to stroke him but he recoiled from them as he felt blood running down his temple.
"Harry, Harry! Are you alright?" Who was that, Harry wondered. He couldn't remember anything – only darkness and the cry of a wounded soul. His own? It had felt almost like his own, so familiar, and yet somehow foreign. Harry didn't have time to ponder it because an annoyingly high pitched voice was shrieking,
"WHAT DID YOU DO MALFOY? Why isn't he looking at me?"
"Look in the mirror and you will see wh-" Somebody snarled back but was cut off by a voice that reminded Harry of a library, cozy and smart.
"What is going on here, Gin? I heard you screaming…"
"As did the rest of the ballroom!" Somebody snapped and Harry decided he didn't like the voice – it reminded him of an annoyingly whiny dog.
"Shut up Ron! Hermione, Malfoy did something to Harry! He started hitting him and suddenly Harry like fell and now he won't get up or look at me or anything!" The girl – Gin – said and Harry fought the urge to plug his ears from her grating sound.
"Harry?" Said the girl, Hermione? Harry could feel her gently propping him up and then his hands were being taken away from his eyes and he, blinking rapidly, looked up into the five faces staring down at him.
None of them looked familiar. The two girls – one a red head who would have been pretty perhaps if her cheekbones could be dug out from below the pounds of makeup she had on, and the other a bushy haired brunette who made Harry feel instantly comfortable – a man – whose yellowy eyes made Harry shiver in fear – and two boys – one a red headed, big nosed peasanty one and the other, an angel.
Taking in the gently falling platinum locks, the pale and silky skin and rosebud like mouth Harry carefully stood, wiping the blood off his hand and holding it out to the blonde.
"Hi. I think my name is Harry. What's yours?" He tuned out the loud squawking of the others – except for the man who merely sneered – and waited for an answer.
"What the fuck are you playing at, Potter?" The boy snapped and his voice was like his body, cold and beautiful.
"Answer the boy, Drake." The man commanded and Harry stiffened as he saw the ways the mans fingers dug into the beautiful one's skin.
"Tom Marvallo Riddle." The boy snapped and the others gasped, which made Harry raise his eyebrows in confusion.
"It's nice to meet you, Tom." Harry said, taking one of Tom's limp hands in his own.
"Are you retarded, Potter? I say the name of Voldermort and you say your pleased to meet me? As if we haven't known and hat-" Tom was cut off by a pinch from the man, who Harry decided had to be his father. Nobody said anything for a moment until Harry, wanting to continue the conversation, said eagerly,
"Is Voldermort a nickname?" Stangly, Tom said nothing – only glaring resentfully which, unfortunately, gave the girl a chance to talk as she hugged onto his arm.
"Oh, Harry. Why are you acting like this? Why are you talking to him." Hoping that Tom wouldn't think that Harry was somehow connected to the bitch in anyway, Harry said,
"I am sorry, miss, I have no idea who you are. Therefore, I would appreciate it if you LET GO OF ME and allowed me to finish my conversation!" God He thought in disgust as she started crying and the redheaded boy began cracking his knuckles, and then who's God?
"Who am I?" Harry asked, speaking only to his angel.
"How should I know?" Tom snapped, only to be reprimanded again by his father.
"Why do you hate me?" Harry asked, wondering why the word hate summoned up images of a red-eyed, snake-like man.
"He doesn't hate yo-" Tom's father tried to cut in but was cut off
"Will you walk outside with me?" Harry begged, annoyed with the fact that anybody would try to butt into this.
"NO!" Tom snarled at the same time his father hissed,
"YES!" After a heated staring system, Tom lowered his head and, grabbing Harry's arm, began pulling him outside ignoring the reactions of the guests who all seemed frozen as they watched them. It must be because Tom is so hot. Harry decided, knowing it couldn't possibly be him the were all staring at.