Finding my Wings

Tzee

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any shape or form, sadly. No profits are being made from this either, again sadly.

I'm not going to give away any of the story in the warnings, so remember: This chapter is rated for bad language,(swearing people, not my bad grammar), but a scene may be a tad offensive to sensitive viewers(but nothing serious, just an injury). Also, this story involves male/male relationships, so if that's not your thing, look away now!

Okay, on with the show!

Prologue: Oops!

Draco's point of view:

For a whole five seconds I was completely frozen with shock. My brain went offline and I think I forgot to breathe. Then I unfroze, and the entire lost five seconds came streaming into my consciousness in a sensation not unlike being woken by a particularly jarring alarm bell. A single thought rang out louder and more clearly than all of the other noise in my head; Harry Potter had kissed me.

It seemed as though everyone else in the great hall was yet to recover from the shock of the accident. The Ravenclaws still held their air of omniscience in their shock and the Hufflepuffs looked as though their weak little hearts had given up in fright. My own Housemates were agape with horror, in an uncharacteristic display of emotion, and the Gryffindors looked just plain murderous.

The looks on Granger and The Weasel's faces took the cake though. Granger's hair looked like it had tripled in size, and there were about ten books at her feet, while her arms clutched at the empty space where they had been. Weasley was similarly horrified; having flushed the deepest shade of red imaginable, with his bulbous eyes widened to such an extent that they pushed his eyebrows into his fringe and out of view.

And then there was Harry. Potter hadn't moved from where he had fallen on top of me, and a rosy flush began creeping up his neck. He looked as though he wanted to say something, and the tip of his tongue darted out to moisten his lips nervously. But before he could say anything, before the hall could break into excited chatter, I screamed.

Harry's point of view:

Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Holy mother-fuck. Great bloody buggering fuck. Of all the stupid, clumsy, idiotic, downright insane things to have happen, I had to kiss Malfoy. Great. I could have been attacked by Death Eaters, sworn at Snape, even spontaneously combusted, but no, it had to be a kiss with Malfoy. Well Fuck.

I needed to say something, anything that might lessen the pain of my impending doom. I wet my lips with my tongue. They tingled uncomfortably. Just as I was about to apologize, his eyes rolled back into his head and he screamed.

I got the shock of my life and leapt away from where he was now curled up on the floor. I drew my wand, wary. Several first years scurried from the room.

Draco's scream died as a gurgle in the back of his throat. Despite Hermione and Ron's calls of warning, and despite what all my senses were telling me not to do, I dropped to his side, and tried to rouse him.

"Malfoy?" I touched his shoulder.

His eyes were unfocused and stray tears slid from their corners. I doubted he was conscious, but I tried again anyway.

"Malfoy, can you hear me?" with the hand still on his shoulder I shook him gently.

The tiny breathy moans he had been making stopped suddenly, and beneath my hand his shoulder began to shake slightly. I looked up to find his entire body was shaking. For safety's sake, I let go of him. His shaking grew steadily worse until he gave a piercing shriek, and something bloody erupted from his back. It took me a minute before I noticed that they were wings.

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