With Wings, You Can Fly
Disclamer! None of this is mine, except for the plot, and maybe a few characters later in the story!
Author's Note: THIS WILL EVENTUALLY HAVE DRACO/HARRY! Meaning, BOY ON BOY ACTION! I warned you...:D But if you're here then you probably already know that, so please don't post any nasty comments! (: *glares*
Chapter One: Draco's Pain
Draco stood up and stretched his back. Lately he had been feeling achy and a bit stiff; especially in his upper back. It was two weeks until his seventeenth birthday, and Draco wanted to be able to have fun without an annoying sore back to worry about. Plus, he would be going back to Hogwarts in three weeks. After the war, many families had decided to send their children back to school to finish their seventh year they had missed (or had been present for, but because of the Dark Lord hadn't learned anything). Pansy, Blaise, Vincent, and Gregory were also going, so at least he wouldn't be alone. It would be an interesting year.
Miles away, Harry Potter was pacing the floor of his best friend's bedroom.
"Oi! You're going to walk a path into my floor!" Ron huffed as he sprawled out on his bed.
"Hmmph." Was his black haired friend's reply.
"You shouldn't worry mate, I'm sure my sister still likes you!" Ron didn't quite hit the mark of Harry's problems, but Harry didn't correct him.
"Err, Ron, why did you bring Ginny up again?" He stopped pacing for a brief second.
"Because mate! You've been pacing like that since you heard she was coming back from her friend's house this evening. I know that you kind of abandoned her after Dumbledore died, but mate! I know she still fancies you. You can go back any time, I bed she'll be thrilled to know you're back." Ron hardly took a breath, and Harry stared in amazement. That was probably the most he had heard Ron say at a time.
"Right, well I'm not worried about that so much as I'm worried..." Harry was cut off as Mrs. Weasley burst through the door ordering the two teens to start picking up for Ginny's arrival. Harry and Ron shared a look of disgust, and started working on the house before Mrs. Weasley could badger them again.
"Draco? Where are you darling?" Mrs. Malfoy knocked on her son's bedroom door. She had been a lot more motherly since Lucius had been put into Azkaban.
"Right here, mother." Draco tried to massage his own back, but it didn't quite work.
"Is your back still hurting you?" Narcissa cooed, with a hopeful expression that Draco didn't catch.
"Yes, mother. Quite badly, actually." Draco winced as he stretched in such a way that didn't feel too pleasant, flicking his shoulder length hair that he had grown out over the summer and end of last school year.
"I'll send Blinky to give it a good rub for you dear. Don't worry, it shall pass in time." Narcissa said with a wave of her pale hand.
"Thank you, mother. Draco gave up trying to massage his own back, and laid down on his silver and green bed.
Moments later, Blinky appeared and began to massage Draco's aching back. Draco gave a sigh of relief, and tried to fall asleep to the soothing motions on his back.
"Welcome back, Ginny dear!" Mrs. Weasley threw herself at her only daughter, and gave her a crushing hug that only a mother could give. Ginny had been gone for most of the summer, and Mrs. Weasley missed her dearly.
"Thanks mum, I missed you." Ginny hugged back.
"Yes, well go get cleaned up for dinner and yell at your brothers please." Mrs. Weasley busied herself with cleaning the table off and setting up for dinner.
Ginny tramped up the stairs and knocked on Fred and George's room first. Fred answered and told Ginny that they would be down after they completed their new list for their joke shop. It was a booming success, but they were taking some time off before their siblings went back to school. Ginny came upon Ron's room and knocked.
"What?" Ron yelled.
"It's me, mum says it's time for-" Ginny's eyes opened wide as she saw who was sitting by her brother. "Harry?"
Harry's eyes also widened, but for different reasons completely. His breath was suddenly knocked out of him as Ginny grabbed him into a hug and squeezed him tight. "Ginny! Hi..." Harry wheezed.
Ginny suddenly went red and ran from the room.
"See?" Ron grinned at Harry, but for some reason Harry couldn't return the happy expression. He actually felt a sinking feeling that could be described as dread.
Draco was feeling much better after his massage, and felt like going on a walk around the manor. He had been walking as often as his back would allow him, and found it pleasantly calming. He mainly visited the vast library, where he would sit in his favorite black arm chair and read an intriguing book about mythical creatures or ancient civilizations. Draco wondered what it would be like to fly without a broom, and have beautiful wings of pure white. Of course, that was just a thought. Draco shivered as he thought of his Malfoy blood being ruined. Not that he was particularly proud of his name at the moment, as his father turned out to be a failure and an embarrassment. Draco's features hardened as he thought of the last moments with Lucius. As he recalled, it had been in the Dark Lord's presence, and Lucius had been trying to sell Draco out to save himself. Not one of his finer moments, and he was now paying for it in wizard prison.
"Good riddance," Draco mumbled to himself as he walked past the front doors of the manor.
Dinner was going as planned, except for a certain Harry Potter. Right now, a certain Ginny Weasley was sitting as close to him as humanly possible at a dinner table, with her hand inching oh-so-slowly up his thigh.
"Umm, Ginny?" Harry said weakly, not enjoying her invading hand.
"Just relax, Harry." Ginny tried to smile seductively at him, but it turned out to be more of an unattractive grimace. Gone was the blushing girl from earlier.
Harry pried Ginny's hand off of his inner thigh, right before she reached something a bit more sensitive. She gave a pout, and started talking to Fred and George who were sitting on her other side.
"Ron, will you switch me places? I have to talk to Hermione about something." Harry whispered to Ron.
Hermione, who had arrived while Harry and Ron were just finishing up cleaning, was sitting on the other side of Ron.
"Sure mate, but don't you want to sit with Ginny? I saw what she was doing..." Ron waggled his eyebrows, despite the fact that it was his sister he was talking about.
"Later, I just have to talk to Hermione about something REALLY important." Harry picked up his plate and scooted it over while Ron did the same with his.
"Harry? Why are you switching Ron seats?" Ginny's eyes narrowed at Hermione.
"I just have to talk to Hermione about school." Harry lied.
"Oh, well come to my room after dinner. I have something for you." Ginny whispered past Ron.
Ron once again waggled his eyebrows at Harry, who rolled his eyes.
Draco walked along the path through the gardens, lost in though.
'Was I meant to be this person? Do I have to live this life? It seems that everything is lost, now that my father is in Azkaban. My mother is happier, but we can't carry on alone. What do I have to live for? Can I actually make my own decisions? I never have before...would I make too many mistakes? Probably not as many as my father did. Why do I have to be on the bad side? Could I have been on the light side? Are there sides anymore? Would I have been friends with Potter? Did I want to be? Do I want to be?'
These thoughts ran rampant in Draco's mind as he wandered. He put his hands in his blonde hair and tugged wildly.
"Damn this back ache!" Draco yelled, feeling a bit better after actually projecting the words not just from his mind, but with his voice.
Draco went back inside eventually, as it started to get dark and dinner would be done soon.
Harry stood in Ginny's room, waiting for her while she was gathering something in the closet.
"Ready, Harry?" Ginny asked.
Without waiting for his reply, Ginny walked out of her closet. Harry's eyes grew as he saw what her outfit consisted of. Or rather, what it didn't consist of. Harry noticed that it didn't consist of a bra, as Ginny was a bit pointy in the front of her -really- low tank top. She had on a super short skirt, and Harry could tell that she didn't have anything on under it. She also had on stilettos. He also noticed that it didn't consist of any modesty, and that Ginny was slinking up to him. Ginny grabbed his crotch, and Harry yelped.
"Gin-umphh! Sto-stop!" Harry tried to push her away, but she just grabbed harder.
Ginny crashed her mouth against Harry's, still groping him. Harry was NOT enjoying this, as he wanted a relationship, and not just a physical one. Plus, he didn't want Ginny. She was like a sister to him! Ginny's tongue pressed against Harry's firmly closed mouth, and she tried to gain entrance. Harry grabbed both of her hands and pushed her off of himself.
"Ginny! What are you thinking?" Harry practically screeched.
"Don't you want me?" Ginny batted her eyelashes.
Harry shook his head. "You're like my sister, Ginny! I just can't, not anymore! I thought you were the one for me in sixth year, you were my escape. But I think that's all you were to me, and I feel terrible Ginny, but we can't see each other. I'm sorry." Harry ran out of her room as fast as his legs would carry him, not stopping to see the look on Ginny's face.
Harry slammed the door to Ron's bedroom after he flung himself into the doorway. Breathing heavily, he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Harry?" Ron cautiously asked.
"What did you guys do?" Ron asked, grinning.
Harry glared at his lap, and buried his face in his hands. "She tried to come onto me."
"That's great! I mean, gross and a bit disturbing from my perspective, but good for you mate!" Ron slapped Harry on the back.
"NO! It's not great! She has no self respect, and we're not even dating!" Harry wanted to scream, 'plus I don't even find her attractive!', but he spared his best friend's feelings for the time being.
Ron screwed up his face. "So, you don't want her?"
"No! I mean, well, no." Harry looked defeated. "She's like a sister, and I just can't. I just...can't." Harry repeated to himself, looking miserable.
"Did you just leave her alone, then?" Ron asked.
"No, I told her I didn't want her." Harry said, realizing what that meant. 'Mrs. Weasley is going to hate me!' Harry buried his face once more.
Once the initial shock of being rejected settled in Ginny's system, she settled on ignoring Harry as best as she could, not looking or talking to him. Mrs. Weasley didn't treat Harry any differently, except she shot him and Ginny worried looks throughout meals. The rest of Harry's summer went relatively well, and September first came fast. Soon it was time to board the Hogwarts Express and rejoin his friends and teachers.
"So Draco, how did your summer go darling?" Pansy sat herself between Draco and Blaise.
"You sent me letters all summer Pansy, and I answered them." Draco glanced at Blaise, who was trying not to laugh.
"Most of them..." Draco added while Pansy playfully pushed him.
"Well, how's your back? Is it better?" Pansy rubbed Draco's back with a concerned look on her face.
"It's a bit better, but it feels as if something is trying to push out of my skin! It's so nasty." Draco shuddered and tried not to think about it.
"Awh, well maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey." Blaise added in. Pansy nodded in agreement.
"Fine, but I'll do it tomorrow after classes." Draco scowled. He absolutely loathed the hospital wing.
Draco then looked over at the Gryffindor table, and noticed Potter staring at him. He looked spaced out, and rather unwell. Draco felt a tingling in his back, and shook himself back into the conversation with his friends. 'Stupid Potter...'
Over at the Gryffindor table, Harry was trying his best to smile and laugh with is friends. His fallout with Ginny felt terrible; it was like losing a sibling. He would have been happy to be her friend, but she hadn't even glanced at him all summer. Ron and Hermione carefully skirted over any mentions of Ginny after Harry exploded on them for asking about their situation.
"Harry! Oi!" Ron yelled Harry's name to wake him from his daze. Harry came back to reality, and realized that he had accidentally placed his hand in his mashed potatoes. He wiped his hand on his napkin, and then grimaced at his food.
"Aren't you hungry?" Hermione said with worried eyes, pointing to Harry's hardly-touched plate. "You usually eat at least two platefuls, and desert!"
"I haven't been very hungry lately, I guess. I ate breakfast though...sort of..." Harry pushed his corn up the potato mountain, making the kernel commit suicide into the gravy lake.
"That's not healthy mate, why don't you go to the hospital wing?" Ron also looked worried for his friend.
"Maybe tomorrow, after class. I don't want to miss the first day!" Harry grinned, and his two friends calmed down after he managed to shove a good sized portion of food down his throat, without much difficulty.
"Everyone! I hate to interrupt you from your wonderful meals and interesting conversation, but I'd like everyone to welcome our new professors!" Dumbledore stood at his seat and waved his arms at the entrance to the Great Hall. There stood two men, one with sandy hair of medium length, and one with black hair of the taller sort.
Harry stared as he recognized the two most important adults in his life.
"I'd like you to welcome Professor Sirius Black, our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and Professor Lupin, our recovered Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Dumbledore began to applaud the new teachers, and the students followed suit. Harry, Ron, and Hermione clapped the loudest, and the two men looked at them and winked.
"It is with great pleasure that I tell you that former Professor Hagrid and his new wife Madam Maxime are now happily married and celebrating their honeymoon in Romainia!" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling.
The entire Great Hall was filled with thundering clapping, except from the Slytherin table. They never clapped.
The feast contintued with happy feelings and much eating. That is, until one of the Slytherins gave Ron a dirty look. Looking back on his words one day at the Burrow, he recalled telling Harry and Hermione that he wouldn't take any crap from the Slytherins that year. Gathering his Gryffindor courage, Ron stood up and flung his mashed potatoes right and the glaring – now surprised and slightly potato ridden – Slytherin's face. After 3 seconds had passed and all had processed the situation, food was flying across the room and splattering on the floor, walls, and student body. Ravenclaws and Slytherins teamed up while the Hufflepuffs hid under their table. The Gryffindors held their own agains the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. Few remained without food somewhere on their body, and in some cases, were physically rubbing food into their opponent's face. Hermione was locked in battle with Pansy Parkinson, and Hermione had just finished smearing chocolate mousse onto Pansy's face and hair. Ron, however, wasn't faring too well in his current situation. Blaise Zabini and the Slytherin that glared at Ron were ganging up on him and chucking bits of ham and gravy onto his back as he tried to escape. Harry and Draco were the only two not engaging in the food fight. Instead, they were intensely staring each other down. Having a sudden urge to reach out, Harry brushed his hand along Draco's arm. Draco was about to push Harry's hand away when he felt a shock go through his body, mostly in his torso and back, and almost rendering him helpless. Forcing himself to stay upright, Draco sprinted out of the messy Great Hall and down to the dungeons. Once in his rooms, he slumped to the floor and tried to overcome the great straining feeling on his back. His arms itched wildly, and he frantically scratched at them, leaving five angry red lines on either arm. Draco thought it would never end, and slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
In the Great Hall, Harry was having a different sort of problem. His torso and arms felt like they were on fire, and he yelped in surprise as the fiery feeling started spreading, and it felt like it was going deeper and deeper into his skin. Harry was writhing on the floor in pain, and the students and teachers were all staring at him. Dumbledore rose and swept Harry into his arms and carried him out of sight and into the Hospital Wing. Hermione and Ron started in shock and soon ran after their best friend, wondering what had happened to cause him such obvious pain. Neither of them were even close to guessing the truth.
Draco woke up to a dull ache in his back and arms. He also noticed that it was very dark, yet sort of a pleasant darkness that felt warm and comfortable. He suddenly sneezed as he felt a feather brush against his nose.
'Wait...a feather?' Draco thought as he swept his hand across his itchy nose. His eyes opened as wide as they could go as he found the source of the feathers. He felt the muscles in his back ripple as giant feathery wings of pure white opened and spread to a wingspan of six yards. Draco spread his palm against the soft feathers and then looked in surprise at his hands. They had intricate designs in an inky black color spiraling and swirling up and around his arms and onto his upper torso, as the found with further inspection. Standing up, Draco realized that he had been laying on his shirt that was now in shreds. Looking in a mirror in his rooms, Draco saw that the designs went all the way up onto the left side of his fact and up into his hairline. There they ended on his upper body, but what of his lower body? Draco quickly undid his trousers and slipped out of them, as well as his silk boxers to unveil the black pattern swirling below his bellybutton onto his waist line and trailing down his right arse cheek. It ended there, apparently. Draco looked up from his torso and started at his reflection. His jaw line seemed more angular and pronounced, but was still soft enough to not look harsh. His eyes were a mixture of a light and dark grey color that seemed to pierce through anything. They were more silvery if one looked close enough. Draco's hair had also grown. Instead of being shoulder length, it had grown to be waist length. It seemed to shimmer and almost sparkle as Draco moved. It was such a pale golden color that it reflected sunlight as if it were swallowing it up and projecting it back out from the strands. After pulling his pants back up, Draco immediately fire-called his mother, who might be able to tell him what in Merlin's name was happening to him. He dreaded her response though; would she still want him as her son?
TO BE CONTINUED!
Author's Note: here it is! My first chapter (and first attempt) of a Harry/Draco fic! I actually have more written, but I think it'll do nicely in the next chapter n.n
This is the first fic i've ever posted on this website! I have a deviantart account, Errkahh, but I only have a story that I've made up on there! (Check that out maybe?) :D Well, I hope someone reads this! COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED! I don't think there should be too many mistakes, but I didn't edit! Though I usually don't make mistakes...(; TA TA!
PS: SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS! D: