AN: Life sucked for me big time. Sorry for the long hiatus. Had to get my life back in order. A big shout out to the people who reviewed/favorited/set to alert this story and my others. I will be getting to them. Just have a little more faith and patience.

AN 2: Someone mentioned my stories are too long to be considered drabbles and s/he hated it. I didn't much care but it did interest me if I could make shorter stories. So from now on, it's going to be either one long story/drabble or shorter drabbles of different pairings and situations in each chapter. Enjoy! ;)

AN 3: This chapter contains a few little teasers for the next upcoming chapter(s). ^.~ Feel free to PM me via email or send me a text via Wechat. My ID name is wolfsapphire. Email's in the profile page.

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Disclaimer: I don't own and will never own the Harry Potters characters. The Great Witch of Great Wizarding Britain JK Rowling owns them.


Weasley


"What are you doing here?" A cold, cut-through-glass voice stopped them on their tracks.

Turning around, the two shivered as they took in the younger female's form. The girl's face was ashen grey and her eyes bloodshot red, showing how tired she was but the furious set of her face, lips twitched to a sneer worthy of Severus Snape, and the stiffness of her body underlined her fury.

"Hermione"

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I asked." Her tone higher and harsher. "What are you doing here William?"

"I came to see Harry..." The redhead's voice drifted off as he noticed the brunette's sneer deepen.

A shiver ran down his spine at the glare the bushy-haired girl gave him. "I just want to apologize..."

A dark look crossed her face. "Well, it's a bit too late for that, don't you think?" She replied sarcastically, interrupting the redhead.

Bill narrowed his eyes, his temper starting to flare. Ignoring Fleur's tightened grip on his arm, the male argued. "I never meant to hurt him."

Hermione eyes' flashed. "Hurt him?" The teenager let out a snort. "This, dear William."

Hermione gestured her hand to the scene behind them. "Is not the product of a mere disgruntlement of hormones getting over the best of a person."

The brunette sneered again. "This is what happens when a person finds out the love of his life is actually leading him around by screwing with a relationship-wrecking whore..." At this, Hermione threw a knowing glare at the blonde half-Veela trying to hide underneath her scrutiny. "Under the guise of a creature bond and having the nerve to flaunt it in his face!"

Fleur's face turned red with indignant anger. "I've heard about your intelligence from William." Oblivious to Bill's small wince as her nails dig into his skin, Fleur continued. "You, of all of his friends, should know that we can not control who our creature wishes to bond to!"

Hermione matched the blonde's glare with her own. "I do read a lot of books." Her eyes knowing, she continued. "Which is why I am calling on your bullshit of a bond..."

Her glare turned to Bill. "...as I've tried to explain to you before over the letters we've sent to you."

Bill, who was ready to spit out fire, had a confused look on his face. "Letters?" He echoed. Neither noticing Fleur's face paling at the mention of it.

"WILLIAM ARTHUR WEASLEY! WHAT NERVE YOU HAVE COMING OVER HERE AND BRINGING THAT SCHEMING TWAT ALONG!?" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed out, making the three jump in surprise.

All turned to where the sound originated from and saw the infamous Molly Weasley with her hands on her hips, a deep disapproving scowl on her face.

"Mum..." Bill began as the redhead matron walked over to them.

"Don't you "Mum" me William!" Molly said, tossing a disappointed glare at him. "I don't know why on Magic's given life that you think you can go here and bring that creature along." The woman sneered the last part as she glared angrily at Fleur.

Bill frowned. "Mum, I..."

"What's all the noise here?"

"Why is Mum shouting?"

Bill breathed out a sigh of relief. His brothers would hopefully make Hermione and their mother see sense. Then he paled, realizing exactly whom those voices belong to and nearly whimpered a groan.

His fears were proven true when none other than the Weasley twins, Fred and George, appeared and Bill noticed their eyes darkening as they looked upon the scene.

"Well, what do we have here?"

"Our oldest brother finally shows his face."

"How do you reckon this miracle came about, Forge?"

"I don't know Gred. What I would like to know though."

"Is why you..."

"Brought your birdie along as well." Both twins chorused. Her deep blue eyes shimmering with reigned anger.

Bill finally had enough. "Stop alienating Fleur! We are mates I should think my own family would respect that!"

"Bill." came Arthur's voice as he shoved the curtain aside to move over to the gathering group. The Weasley patriarch eyed the rest of his family, "I believe this discussion is best left outside."

"Dad, I ..."

Arthur interrupted him, "Not now Bill." The eldest Weasley male shut his eyes and rubbed the balding spot on his head. "I think its best you should leave." He finally said.

"Good riddance I say!" George murmured to his twin. Although everyone present could still hear him, as was his intention.

"Too true!" Fred agreed.

Bill frowned grimly. His deep blue eyes not able to hide his sadness and internal conflict.

Hermione shot one last glare at the couple and the last final thing that made Bill both confused and worried.

"We are not done yet William." The girl's glare deepened as her eyes focused on Fleur. "You could do without the trash next time though." She stage whispered, successfully smothering her smirk amidst the twins' chuckles.

Fleur's eyes brightened in anger, a retort ready when Bill interrupted by just nodding and apparated the two of them out.

"I hope she gets splinched." muttered Ron who had shockingly been silent the entire time as he made his way over next to Hermione who was still staring at the same spot that the couple apparated from. "Why didn't you try to tell him?" He asked neutrally, no accusation in his tone.

Hermione turned to face her boyfriend and gave a sad smile. "You know he won't be able to listen. At least, not without her around."

"About that," piped up Fred. "We may be able to get the bird away from him."

"But not more than a couple of hours." added George.

"Hm...I may have an idea." Charlie suddenly said, gaining the remaining Weasleys and Hermione's attention.

"Really? Let's hear it."


Yule Ball


Harry sighed unhappily as he took in the couples dancing in front of him. Parvati had long since given up on getting a second dance from him and had gone to find someone else. Not that Harry truly cared.

And compared to what people think, Harry wasn't ever interested in asking Chang. It was more like he had to ask her since Ron noticed him glancing over the Ravenclaw table and came to the false conclusion that he was staring at the raven-haired older girl.

Not that Chang wasn't pretty, Harry admitted. Just that she wasn't exactly his type.

"How are you doing there Harry?" A semi-familiar voice asked him from behind, making the teen glance back.

"Oh, hi Percy." Harry greeted almost shyly. He didn't really know the older redhead as much as he knew Ron and the twins.

Percy smiled and sat on his own seat besides the emerald-eyed teen. "Having a good time?" He asked.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so."

Percy frowned a little as he noticed the empty seat on Harry's other side. "Pardon if I seem rude, but where is your date?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." Harry answered. His gaze swept over the people still dancing on the floor. "I guess she found a partner to dance with."

"And you're okay with that?" The redhead male looked at him disbelieving.

Harry turned his gaze back to the other male. "I guess so. I mean, I never really wanted to take her but you know." The younger teen made gestures with his hand and continued, oblivious to the amused twist of Percy's lips at his actions. "I had to find someone to go with since I'm a champion and all that." Harry grumbled out the last part.

Percy rose an eyebrow at Harry's tone. "You're not happy being one of the chosen?" He asked.

His voice neither disbelieving nor accusing, just curious.

Harry shook his head. "I never even placed my name in the first place!" He said vehemently, his eyes stared down on his hands gripping the table cloth. "Not that anyone really believes me..."

"I believe you." Harry almost didn't hear Percy's murmur. Shocked the raven-haired male glanced up and saw the small understanding smile the older male gave him. For reasons yet unknown, the sight made Harry feel as if someone had cursed him with a tickling stomach.

"You do?" Harry asked, wanting verification of what he heard.

He grinned happily as Percy nod his head with a slight blush on the redhead's face. Harry was unaware the reason for it was that when he smiled, his emerald eyes brighten up and further enhancing his blossoming beauty.

"Would you like to dance Harry?"


Surprise?


"Beloved, what are you doing?" Hadrian couldn't keep the amusement hidden in his voice.

Emerald eyes glanced over the scene. Walls, once a pure creamy soft white, were splattered with chunks of blue and brown mixture. The cabinets and everything else were amazingly spared unlike his lover and the table the blonde was standing over as Hadrian noted when his gaze turned to the other male.

Lucius gave a sheepish grin, making him look silly with his face littered with bits of the same mixture found on the walls. The blonde had a wand on one hand while his other gripped a half-empty bowl, leading Hadrian to one conclusion.

The blonde had tried to cook and failed. Spectacularly.

"Well," He murmured good-naturedly. "At least you haven't set fire to anything unlike before." Hadrian's titled his head at the memory of that incident. "Though I still can't figure out how you managed to burn water to the point that you set fire to the stove." He murmured to himself, not wanting Lucius to hear that last part.

"I was trying to bake you a cake." Lucius pouted.

Laughing softly, a smile etched from Hadrian's lips as the male walked over to the other and hugged him. "That's very thoughtful of you Beloved. Thank you." He said and both shared a chaste but loving kiss on the lips.

"Little one, I'm getting your clothes filthy." Lucius warned him, an arm reaching out and curving around his waist to pull Hadrian closer saying a different matter.

"Hmm...I don't care." Hadrian answered. "And don't call me little one. I've almost as tall as you." Lifting his chin up a bit, Hadrian licked off one of the dessert mixes from the blonde's face just near the upper corner of his mouth. "Hmm...Delicious." He proclaimed before continuing.

Rolling his silver eyes, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, Lucius replied with an almost snottily tone and thus earning a small jab on his side by his lover. "Little one, being over six inches taller than you still means that you're smaller than me and thus I will continue to call you that."

Lucius, his tone taking on the normal loving tone he used for Hadrian, added. "And stop licking my face. It's unsanitary and you're not a dog."

Hadrian hummed. "I didn't hear you complaining when I did so last night." He said huskily.

Emerald eyes peered through long curled eyelashes as Hadrian gave the other male a smouldering look. Lucius stared at his lover and nearly gulped.

"Well." The blonde said, his own silver orbs thinning as his pupils dilated. "That is an excellent point. Shall we discuss this further in our bedroom?" He added with a smirk.

Hadrian smirked in reply. "I'd thought you'd never ask."

"Happy Birthday Little one." Lucius said before he passionately kissed the raven-haired male.


Blossoming


Harry hummed to himself as he walked down Gryffindor Tower, lost in thoughts.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined what the few past weeks would be like. Ever since that first day he flirted with Marcus Flint.

Harry smirked. The reactions of the other students were hilarious. People kept coming up to him afterwards to warn him about the older Slytherin, or as in the case of some of the other Slytherins, jeer at him about how Flint would just use him.

Honestly, Harry wasn't some wild-eyed, naïve day-dreaming damsel. He knew that the Slytherin had a reputation of having multiple flings, sometimes all at once, then leaving broken hearts as he dumped them all for the next male or female that caught his attention.

However, Harry knew what he wanted and he wanted the handsome Slytherin. If only for a while, then so be it. No strings attached then.

By this point Harry had already arrived at the main floor and was heading to the Hall for breakfast when a larger, bulky male stepped in his line of view and stopping Harry in his tracks. A quick glance over showed the male had short cropped blonde hair and wore Ravenclaw robes. Another glance showed that the two are alone.

"Yes?" Harry asked, tilting his head slightly to meet the unknown male's brown eyes.

The male grinned. "I was wondering if you're free for this Saturday at Hogsmeade?"

Harry blinked. The Ravenclaw was pleasing to the eye but he wasn't interested. Especially since Marcus would be accompanying him already to the village.

"I'm sorry but – " Harry was startled when the Ravenclaw suddenly grabbed his right hand.

"I'll make it worth your while." The Ravenclaw purred as he brought himself closer to Harry's space. The male's eyes took in a certain glint, telling Harry exactly how he would be making it up to the emerald-eyed teen.

Disgusted, Harry wretched his arm away and took a large step back. His left arm reaching for his wand within its holster as he did so. A frown on his face and a curse ready on his lips, Harry was again interrupted by a cold, drawling voice behind him.

"I believe Harry was trying to tell you that he is not interested."

Marcus appeared out of the shadows, his face could've been set in stone if not for the assuring smile he sent at Harry as he placed himself in between the two.

"I wasn't talking to you, Flint!" spat the Ravenclaw. The male's own arm was reaching for his wand when another pushed against his throat suddenly, making him choke.

The Slytherin glared at the other male, pushing his wand further against the other's skin in a painful manner. A wordless chant and the tip of Marcus' wand sparked a bright red.

"Marcus." Harry warned the Slytherin; more concerned that Marcus may get into trouble and thus won't be able to take him to Hogsmeade. The emerald-eyed teen voiced his thought out.

The Slytherin scowled but conceded. With one last menacing glare, Marcus withdrew his wand but didn't tuck it away. Instead, Marcus took a step back to curl his free arm around Harry's waist securely.

"Leave." Marcus growled. His dark eyes staring into the Ravenclaw's until the latter turned his gaze away.

"You don't deserve him, snake!" yelled out the Ravenclaw. He sent Marcus one last glare before he left swiftly as the Slytherin's wand sparked to a deeper red in retaliation.

Marcus turned his gaze towards Harry once the Ravenclaw was long out of sight.

"You're mine Potter." He growled out and, on a show of great strength, used his arm around Harry's back to push the smaller younger teen up and crashed their lips together.

Not wanting to fall off, Harry wrapped his arms around Marcus' shoulders. A few seconds later, Harry felt a hand softly grasping the strands of hair at the back of his head and pushed to deepen the kiss.

Harry closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. He had never felt as safe as he did in Marcus' arms.

Soon after, the kiss ended. Breathing harshly, Marcus gently set his forehead against Harry's. Once the two caught their breath, Marcus opened his eyes to stare into Harry's. A deep blue-almost black shade against shining emerald eyes.

"You're mine Harry." Marcus repeated. The male hugged the teen closer as he moved his head back and kissed the corner of the teen's flushed lips.

"I won't let anyone else have you."


AN 4: *grins* Do you hate me now? Lol.

As you can tell, I have a habit of linking stories together. So it may not be the last you'll see of Bill/Harry nor Marcus/Harry. I quite like writing Percy and Lucius/Harry is simply delicious. What type of relationship do you think they had/have/will have hmm?

I also like that a few of you caught what I intended on the first story. That is that it's not a love at first sight thing between Harry and Marcus. I hate those types…But rather a sneaky way of flirtation with the intent to catch someone's interest. If it will progresses to something else, who knows? XD

Sorry about the format. It drove me crazy since I love my spaces. :(