Pairings - Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter

Rating – M

Summary – Draco Malfoy: Gay and proud of it… gets turned into a mouse by his fiancé Pansy Parkinson.

Harry Potter: In love, pain, and denial.

The Lovers: Lonely, but not alone.

Warnings - This story is SLASH/YAOI (m/m pairing), so if you don't like it, you should leave now. May contain coarse language, sexual content, rape and any other bad thing your mind and obviously mine came up with.

Disclaimer - Harry: Ok, the writer of this story does not own anything affiliated with Harry Potter…except this story and this disclaimer too! So what are you going to do? Sue me? Yes, sue a tiny little slash character if it will make you feel any better!

Draco: Oh, original disclaimer, Potter!

Harry: No, not really, I need a new writer!

(Brought to you by Geco and Geico commercials)-and the writer! Hey, how come I'm not mentioned in the brackets?

Authors Note - Hey everyone! It's back! The fic that started it all! I am so happy to be posting the first fic I ever wrote, back up! I hope everyone likes and enjoys it! Please read and review!

Beta's Note - Props goes to me for changing Pansy's hex from "Hexamousse Mouseamouse" to "Perognathus dorsatum". Much better, I'd say. Lol.

So let the magic begin…


Lonely, But Not Alone

Chapter One - Transformation

"Broken off? Are you insane? You can't just break our engagement off." Pansy spat at me. Like I cared.

But I am a Malfoy after all, so of course I, the Slytherin Prince, am going to have a come back for that little pug faced bitch!

"Bugger off Pansy, I don't love you, I'm gay, and I love...well you know who I love, myself, and that's it!" That's what I spat at the pug.

"What are you talking about, vermin? You're a Malfoy!" Pansy chucked back her evil laugh, "And Malfoy's don't know how to love."

I hated it, I hated how her voice sounded when she said that last line. Malfoy's don't know how to love. She's one to talk!

Maybe she was right, but at least I know how to not love an evil little pug faced bitch like herself. I snarled and turned on my heel to leave with my Slytherin robes fluttering behind me like my fathers or Snape's would have. Old habits die hard. I thought to myself on my way out.

"Perognathus dorsatum!" I heard Pansy yell with her wand held high.

I think my heart must have skipped a beat as I turned back around asking her. "What in God's name are you doing!"

I swear my whole body froze as Pansy's hex sealed me in place, slowly changing me, the Slytherin Prince, into what some would call... rotten vermin.

"Don't worry Draco, it won't hurt a bit, and this way if I can't have you then no one will." Pansy seemed proud to spit that little obvious statement in my face. Damn her and her pathetic jealousy!

I was suddenly on the ground and twitching beneath my now baggy and black Slytherin robe. I finally got out from being smothered beneath my robe, to meet an evil scowl on Pansy's face.

"Well, I'm off to Potions class. Ha, won't Snape be pissed when he sees his perfect student is missing! Maybe you can run to your boy toys for help. Oh yeah, they don't know about you being a mouse, now do they?"

Damn bitch, I hate it when she makes a point! Damn, I'll show that baboon who she is dealing with! You can't outsmart the Slytherin prince and get away with it!


"Ron, wait up!" I heard Harry yell, running slightly behind Ron with a small piece of toast in his mouth.

The green-eyed boy looked so sexy with that piece of toast in his mouth, I just wanted to have my mouth in his, but no, toast had to take my place. Wait just a bloody minute, what am I saying?

"Hurry up mate! We can't have the day end with being late for potions; you never know what Snape will do. He could give us detention for three weeks just for being late."

Wow, for once the weasel isn't being an idiot! If I know Snape, and I do, he would give someone detention for showing up ten seconds late.

I could see Pansy and Hermione entering the potions class, each scowling at one another.

I, on the other hand, had cursed all the way down the hall to potions, something about how the other Slytherins were all being real gits, and how much short legs sucked, but at least my speed was decent. I was also mumbling slightly about how Potter was looking really ravishing today with his messy bed headed look, his piercing green eyes and tighter-then-usual robes. I slipped through the door in the nick of time.

"Yes, we made it mate!" The Weasel had said, quickly, as Potter stepped into the classroom.

"Ron!" Potter said softly, "Something isn't right!"

I loved how sweet Harry's voice was, but it made me sick to think that that sweet breath was being wasted on the Weasel. Wait a minute…what the fuck am I thinking? It must be the curse of being a mouse!

"What's wrong mate?" The Weasel asked Potter.

"Well, err, Dra…I mean Malfoy isn't here." Potter murmured, not quite sure why he had just said that, I guess not knowing how his best mate would take that comment made him frightened even more so, but what did he expect? The Slytherins had been the Gryffindors' enemies for centuries.

The Weasel gave Potter an odd look as expected and had asked him the most obvious question, "And that's a bad thing?" Potter didn't reply with the most obvious answer.

Hmmm, so Potter has noticed that I am missing. Damn the Weasel; how could he not have noticed my absence from my favourite class? I would have noticed if he were gone from a class. I guess that's what I get for noticing the fashionably weak.

"Does anyone know where Mr. Malfoy has gone off too?" I could see Professor Snape scowl over the room.

"Oh I know! I know! He's sitting on his new rat ass near the Weasel hoping the damn git will notice me, and cause an uproar." I said sarcastically to myself. I mean why not say something; I can have hope that somebody one day will hear me down here.

Snape stalked towards Potter and the Weasel. "I would suspect you two have nothing to do with this?" He scowled some more with his long nose sticking upwards. "Hmm, no, I suppose not."

Now this is where I thought I could have some fun, or at least a chance to get noticed, and hopefully returned to my normal body and size.

"Ahhhh!" Ron shrieked.

Awe, the Weasel actually yelped.

Everyone's attention went to Ronald Weasley immediately.

"And what is wrong with you Mr. Weasley?" I heard Snape say with his low, hoarse voice.

"I was attacked!" the Weasel screeched.

"Yes, alright, stop interrupting my potions class Mr. Weasley, unless serving an 8 o'clock detention with me is appealing to you."

Man I love Snape, I think it's because he reminds me so much of…well, myself!

Weasel boy gulped loudly, and the mudblood gave him a look, which clearly stated that if he weren't able to behave himself he wouldn't get his usual surprise dessert from her that night.

"Sorry, Professor Snape but I swear, I really was being attacked!"

Damn right he was.

"Ron!" Harry snapped, "Get over it mate!"

Somehow the ring in Potter's voice towards the Weasel boy gave me shivers through my whole body.

"Well, apparently Mr. Malfoy has decided to skip out on class today, so on with the lesson." Professor Snape said. He had decided that a good silencing potion was just what his class had needed to learn, and after putting the instructions on the board, stalked throughout the class to see what was brewing.

Granger had been clenching her chair after she had noticed what or should I say who was attacking her precious Weasel.

"Bloody hell, that hurt you bloody git!"

"Ms. Granger! Mr. Weasley! Can you not contain yourselves? Sit down this instant, and explain yourselves!"

Did I mention to you all about how much I love this man? Well, I do!

"Well Professor, you see, I was in the middle of writing down your lesson, when something attacked me again, and then Hermione just started screeching and clenching to her chair." The little bloody Weasel spat out.

"You call that an explanation? Detention! For the next two weeks, you will serve it at 8pm every night." I could see Snape steeping his fingers, as if the detentions were given from sheer spite.

"Damn that Weasel, he can't even clue into the fact that I am down here." I snapped to myself.

"Mione. Calm down." Weasel boy whispered.

I guess I will just have to change my tactics.

I saw Snape turn and raise an eyebrow, and look at the boy. He looked aggravated and curious as to why Weasley had an uncomfortable face on him, as if he were a child who needed potty training. "Testing me today Mr. Weasley?" He snarled.

"No sir, sorry sir!" Weasel had said while looking nervous, and jumping up and down suddenly.

Well, although no one else knew why the Weasel had that "needed to be potty-trained" look on his face, I on the other hand did know why.

"It's got me! It's attacking me again; stop it! Make it stop!" Weasel-head kept screaming while jumping up and down like he had ants in his pants. Well that's the term Blaise Zabini had used, if only at that time he knew it was I, Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince of mice, and not the pathetically weak ants.

I was crawling up the Weasel's pant leg in hopes that someone would see me squirming upward. I could sense Pansy staring the situation up and down. I went to crawl my way around and bite the little Weasel where it really hurt, but I ended up tickling him with my damn fur. Damn mice for having fur! It ended up with the Weasel boy falling to the floor and me scattering around in his pant leg trying to get out for air. I finally came to the end of the pant leg where I saw a bright light and felt the cool air blow across my furry face. As I came out, I saw a hand stretched out. It was the hand of that mudblood still pointing at me and standing on a chair.

"It's a mouse, a mouse was attacking Ron!" that had been the first thing to have crept through my ear when coming out of the hot and tight pant leg.

The next thing I knew I was being picked up as I was panting from my little run about. I guess the cool air I felt against my furry face had been the air of the hand sweeping down to catch me.

"What a disgusting looking rodent," I heard my favourite Professor say, while holding me in a tight squeeze so I could barely breathe.

"Well, I don't think he is disgusting at all. I actually take a great liking to the little fellow." I could here Potter say faintly.

"Well you would, wouldn't you Mr. Potter. Class get back to your seats, as for this thing…we will keep him in a cage for potion experiments, and I don't want to hear a word about it, especially from you, Mr. Potter!"

I sat in my new home, my cage. I decided not to play on the squeaking wheel in case they decided to kill me for interrupting the class. I had a small water and food dish laid out, so I got up for a drink. I got to the water dish and I saw Potter staring blankly at me. I took a few sips of water while watching Potter and wondering just what he was up to.

I now decided to try some of this shit that they called food. Hmmm I guess it's not that bad, I thought to myself while nibbling on tiny pieces of mouse feed.

"Now turn to page three hundred and ninety-two of your potions text book" I heard Severus say slowly but loudly enough for me to get my gaze off of the food.

Although I think my eyes were best staying gazed on my food instead of Potter, who had kept getting my attention quite well. Potter with his emerald green eyes had been staring at me throughout the whole class.

I took my eyes off of Potter for one minute to take another drink until I noticed his eyes were locked on me again. He keeps gazing at me as if he knows who I am. Potter is smart, but not that smart; I mean how could Potter possibly know it's me, if Granger doesn't even notice?

No, no, it's not possible, so what is he really up too? I must wonder.

"Excuse me Professor Snape, what kind of mouse is that?" Potter decided to speak out loud with no permission.

Snape turned, to Potter and glared evilly at him before replying. "How am I supposed to know, Mr. Potter? I am a Potions Professor, not a Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Now stop interrupting my class unless you want detention like Mr. Weasley."

"It's just that I've never seen a mouse with such coloured fur and such silvery-blue eyes before." What the hell is Potter thinking? Bursting out while in potions class like this. I think I am going to have to keep a good eye on Potter. He seems to be really interested in my whereabouts as a mouse.

Snape's anger kicked in like it usually did when his patience with Potter had drawn to its end. "Damn it! Mr. Potter I am trying to teach a class here!" Snape snapped.

Potter just looked down and nodded, but then went to speak out once again.

"Potter don't even say a word, I think we need to teach you a little lesson." Snape turned and scowled at me. This is the first time I have ever been scared of Severus. He looked at me like he was going to set me to a blaze. I then scurried to the other side of my cage as if knowing what was coming for me.

"Watch and learn Mr. Potter, see what happens to things that don't matter in this world." Severus started to snarl closer to my cage one step at a time as if he were the real animal.

As Snape came closer and closer I could feel my tiny mouse heart beat loudly and as if skipping a beat sometimes. I scurried around fearfully. I couldn't believe that for the first time I, Draco Malfoy, was scared of Severus Snape.

I looked around the room and saw Pansy scowling about, almost laughing at the fact that my favourite professor was going to be the one who does me in. I then looked at the rest of the Slytherin house; they all looked at Severus as if he was doing the coolest thing a professor has ever done before.

Oh great, just what I needed. I so wanted to see the git and his mudblood girlfriend watching my execution. Even though they didn't seem at all that pleased at Snape's decision to kill me.

I think I looked over just in time to see the young Potter scowl viciously while having a very light, soft and soundless tear drip down the side of his cheek which I was probably the only one to have noticed this, seeming as how I have a keen eye sight as a mouse.

While staring in plain fright of the sight of my death coming upon me, Potter decided to grow a backbone apparently. I have never seen Potter like this before. Out of the few years at Hogwarts where I have spent time with the likes of Potter, there has never once been a time where I have seen him cry nor fight for something he wanted to keep.

Could Potter really have a thing for animals? That was definitely something I could throw in his face later.

Well, assuming I survived.

Oh shit, why can't Snape realize whom he is trying to kill?

Snape was now scowling over my cage with his wand held high and chanting a small spell.

"Expelliarmus!" I could hear Potter yell with his wand held high. I can't believe that git actually disarmed a Professor.

"Potter! If you know what is good for you, you will hand my wand back to me!" I heard Snape yell at the boy, in an even angrier voice than usual.

"Tarantallegra!" I could hear Potter yell. That had been the same spell I had used on him during second year, the one that had made you incapable of controlling your own legs. Well it seemed Potter did know a few ways to defend something or should I say someone. If only he knew whom he was trying to save, he probably would have let me fry to death if he had known who I really was.

Potter then grabbed the cage with me inside. Rather quickly, might I add? He then ran alone out of the potions classroom. The Weasel and mudblood were speechless and had no intentions of making Snape even more furious; they stayed in the potions room.

Once Potter had run to an abandoned classroom he had sat comfortably at a windowsill and he set my cage down beside himself. My heart that was racing had now stopped, and started to steady. Potter looked out at the evening sky through the window. I started to look at the git, wondering what he was up to.

Potter glanced at me, and when I thought I was going to be a goner from his hands, I looked at his face that had given a slight smile.

"Are you ok?" Potter had asked me in a gentle voice.

Yes, I'm just fine Potter, I'm in a mouse's body and I'm just singing about how life is just so grand! As if he could hear anything from me anyway.

Potter then placed his hand on the opening of the door of the cage and offered his hand out to me. Now in any other case I would not have taken his hand, but I am a Malfoy and there is no way I can stay locked up in that cage all day! Being a mouse or not, it's no place for me.

Potter then lifted me up. As I got on his hand, he brought me pretty close to his chest and stared down at me while petting my soft fur. My nose started to twitch as he petted my fur. God knows why, but when he held me I felt so calm and warm in his hands, I have never felt such heat before, such passion, but why with Potter?

"I'm so glad you are safe!" Potter murmured softly.

What was Potter thinking? And why was he staring at me like that, with those green eyes?

"Hmm, you are such a cute animal. You actually remind me of someone." Potter claimed.

So Potter thought I, a mouse, reminded him of someone. Well that's interesting seeing as how I'm a mouse.

Potter then held me higher to his face. His smile was unworthy of me looking upon it, or so that's how I felt.

"Hey little guy." Potter said sweetly, "You are going to need a name." then I swear Potter's smile got even bigger. I have never seen the git smile so much in my life. It was kind of sickening, but I couldn't help but love it.

"Well you can name me Draco, seeing as how that's my name." I said to my self sarcastically. Yes, like Potter would really name his new pet mouse after his worst enemy.

"Well what should I name you, my little friend?" Potter asked as if a mouse could really talk back to him.

Potter then got up and set me down on the windowsill. I watched him walk away from me and I thought he was about to leave me for good until he turned and said, "Now don't go running away on me! I need to find you a good name." Potter hissed.

Well if you ask me, Draco is just fine, but Malfoy could be changed.

Potter was now at the end of the classroom roaming through books. I got irritated that I couldn't see what he had been looking at, so I scurried of the ledge in order to see what he had been reading.

I was now on the cold hard floor running towards the table he was near, I then jumped to get reach of a tablecloth and then started to climb up the tablecloth. Potter was sitting at the table, and I guess he must have looked up and saw that I was missing because he had jumped up and started running towards the ledge we had been sitting at, he had kept the book he had in his hands with him, while open on a page still. Potter then started making little noises as if a mouse would really come to him that way.

Potter looked in the cage to make sure I hadn't gotten back in, and then he had rushed around the room on that side looking for me, he had noticed that he had shut the door on the way in, so there was no possible way I could have gotten out. I swear Potter looked saddened as if his pet had died. Well I guess me being a mouse and running away would be like a pet dying, but at least I was running towards the git and not away from him, so what was Potter's damn problem?

I started to really twitch, and I guess when twitching, it made some noise because Potter's great emerald green eyes shot back up to me, now fully on the table where he had been sitting just a few moments ago.

Potter had then slowly walked over to the table and rubbed my cheek softly stating that I had scared him, and was to never scare him again.

Well I nodded as if I was really going to keep that promise, but I am a Slytherin still after all. We're ruthless but most of us do know how to keep promises.

Potter then resorted to looking about his book again; I had now gotten the chance to see the book title. It had been called pet names. It must have been some sort of Muggle book because I don't ever recall seeing one before.

Potter then smirked and stared at me, I curiously looked at him back.

"How about Abraxas?" Potter smiled while saying it, it made me kind of melt.

I guess I gave Potter a look of approval, which of course… I was really, but that's not the point. I guess Potter saw this, and decided to nod and smile while saying that it was settled; my name from now on would be Abraxas.

He then put the book back and quickly, but carefully, picked me back up in his warm and tender hands. Potter then took me over to sit on the windowsill again. I guess this was a relaxing place for the young Golden Boy.

We must have sat there for hours just gazing out the window with each other. I think this had to be the longest period of time I had spent with the Golden Boy. I am surprised that he kept me content.

The moon outside was barely showing. It was being buried by the dark clouds, yet it shown so brightly. It was as if it were announcing that from this day on, life for Potter and me would never be the same.

Potter was still constantly petting me against his chest, which I didn't mind for the most part. I couldn't get enough of his touch. Who would ever guess that I, Draco Malfoy, would feel content with Potter?

I suddenly started to hear a gurgling noise and looked up at Potter.

"Wow, I must be hungry!" Potter stated but didn't move. I leapt off of Potter's grasp and ran to my cage and carefully bit on some food while bringing it to Potter, I thought that seeing Potter's smile wasn't good enough for me right now, I had to hear him laugh. I expected that my thinking he could eat mouse food would make him crack a bit.

And just as I thought Harry had started to laugh and then suddenly slowing down his laughter his smile died.

"But I can't eat this, I need some human food." Potter had said seriously. I almost went mad with laughter, of course. Being a mouse, you wouldn't be able to see me laughing but I assure you that I really was. I couldn't believe how serious Potter sounded when talking to me… a mouse.

"Well I guess I should get some real food, and we should head back to the dormitory soon anyway, it's already almost past curfew." Potter said with his sweet and innocent voice that could give someone a tooth ace.

Wait a minute! Dormitory? Did Potter say, dormitory? I can't go to his dorms! He's a Gryffindor, and I'm a Slytherin, and stuff like this… just doesn't happen!


To Be Continued…