(Not) Romeo and Juliet

Sumary: Draco Malfoy, a cold pureblooded wizard, was the Slytherin Ice Prince. Harry Potter, a happy go lucky hero, was the Gryffindor Golden Boy. They came from two Houses with a long and heavy rivalry in Hogwarts history. When they found love in each other, could they fought all the differences and faced all the prejudices? When their Inheritance came, would their love enough to fight their own instincts? Their story was very much like Romeo and Juliet. But they were not Romeo and Juliet, were they?

Warning: Slash with Harry/Draco pairing. Mpreg. Creature fic. Situated in seventh year, ignore OoTP, HBP, and DH

Rating: T

Disclaimer: am not blonde, am not an English woman, am not married with kids. AM NOT JK ROWLING! So, obviously, Harry Potter world's not mine.. :tears:

A.N. I've finished it this morning, and can't wait to post it! Enjoy!

It's been beta-ed by Ayanna88 and re-beta-ed by thewarchangedpeople. Much love for both of you!


Chapter 1

Something's weird

Harry crossed to the wall between platform nine and ten, followed by his best friends, Hermione and Ron, his godfather, Sirius, and the rest of Weasley clan. He smiled upon seeing the buzz of activities of the Hogwarts students and their families on platform nine and three quarters. He always felt like he was coming back home every time he entered the platform at the start of every new term. He felt like that every time he left London to go to Hogwarts. Oh, yes! Hogwarts was far more like home than the Dursley's. Even now, when he lived with Sirius at number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Hogwarts was still his first home. His musings stopped when he felt Ron tap his shoulder and flicked his chin to the small family across the platform.

"They look gloomy, don't they? Looks like someone died." he whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry focused his gaze on the three Malfoys'. Indeed, they looked gloomy. Narcissa Malfoy even had tears flowing down her cheeks. Lucius Malfoy, who always looked like a cold marble statue, had his brows knitted in a frown. His hand was on his son's shoulder, who had his head lowered, also looking sad. And maybe a bit angry. His father said something and the youngest Malfoy looked into his father's eyes and said something to with a scowl on his pale face. His father backed up a bit, looking a little paler. Narcissa said something and hugged her son tightly, who hugged her back just as tightly. And then, he let his mother go and said something, probably a good bye, and stepped onto the train.

"What do you think they were talking about? What made his mother cry like that?" Hermione asked the two boys beside her.

"Don't know. Maybe You-Know-Who finally killed his aunt, you know, Bellatrix Lestrange," Ron said. Hermione frowned.

"I don't think so," said Harry, his eyes still glued to the two older Malfoys, who were hugging each other. His friends looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Malfoy doesn't seem close to his aunt. And he didn't just look sad but also angry. Maybe, something about what his parents were doing this summer or something like that. Not about Lestrange, though."

"Hmm. Maybe. But, it's weird to see the older Malfoys cowering from their son, right?" Hermione said. She saw that angry expression on Draco's face and the animosity too. But Ron decided to put the discussion about their Slytherin rival aside.

"Who care why he was angry at his father. Maybe he just didn't get a new broom for his birthday! Spoiled little snake!" he spat. Hermione and Harry exchanged a look and wisely decided to stop talking about the blonde and his family.

But Harry still took a look at the elder Malfoys with curious eyes until Mrs Weasley tried to give him a final goodbye hug.

xxXXxx

In one of the compartments, Harry leaned back in his seat, his face looking at the moving scenery outside the window. He kept silent even when the train finally starting moving. He was still thinking about the scene he had witnessed before. He was intrigued, very much by the scene made by the Malfoys. It was weird, as the Malfoys rarely showed much emotion. So, the tears of the mother, the obvious wariness of the father, and the anger of the son were intriguing, indeed. Harry wondered what big thing could make the trio's Malfoy mask brake.

Well, he didn't know much about the two older Malfoys, but what he knew about the son was that he never let his guard down and always had that stony, cold expression on his face. Seemed like he never showed any emotion at all. Well, except when he laughed or smirked or sneered at Harry and his friends. That's why Draco was called The Ice Prince of Slytherin by most of the students. A little ridiculous, Harry thought, but it was true. Draco Malfoy was a very cold being. With his aristocratically haughty face, pale skin, and platinum blonde hair, he indeed was like an Ice Prince. Anyway, that was one of the reasons why his angry and sad face was very weird occurrence. Especially when that anger was directed at his ownbut why?Harry asked himself.

"...ry, Harry. Harry!" Hermione effectively cut off his thoughts with a wave of her hand in the front of his face.

"Wh... What?"

"What were you thinking so seriously about, mate?" Ron snickered at Harry's startled face.

"Um Nothing?" he said. Hermione raised one brown eye-brow disbelievingly.

"You are still thinking about Malfoy, aren't you?" she asked.Damn, Harry thought,she's too smart!

"Well, yeah... Sort of... What? It was weird! He rarely shows any emotion but, he and his parents were clearly showing it! It was weird, don't you think?"

"Yes, Harry. But it has nothing to do with us. Maybe it's just a family problem." Hermione spoke to him slowly, knowing that her black haired friend had a very unhealthy obsession with Malfoy. Always wanted to know everything about the blonde boy, more so in their sixth year when Malfoy became colder and colder to the world. 'I'm not obsessed; I'm simply gathering information about him. Knowing the enemy is important, Hermione!' he told her when she confronted him about his overwhelming obsession.

"Yeah, that could be the case. But what if he received an assignment from Voldemort and it was a very hard task that his parents and even he was sure that he couldn't accomplish. You saw that his mother clearly didn't want to let her son go to school this year and his father was worried about something. And he was angry probably because his father let Voldemort give him a task that he didn't want to do?"

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look. They stared at Harry with desperation written on their faces. "You are beginning it again, Harry. Your obsession with that ferret face." Ron stated with something akin to disgust when he said 'ferret face'. Hermione nodded her head slowly. Harry looked at them in anger.

"I told you, I am not obsessed with him! I'm simply curious! He was being out of character and I will find out why, whether you say I should or not!" he gave his old friends one last angrylookand departed with his invisibility cloak in hand.

"Well. Let him go for now, I guess." said Hermione tiredly and received a nod from Ron in answer.

xxXXxx

Harry was still fuming while he walked down the train corridor with nowhere in mind. He ignored all the stares and murmurs the students gave him along the way. Somehow, Harry was already numb to it all now. Maybe six years of practicing was finally showing up. But then again, this year the murmurs and the stares on the train were not as intense as last year when the prophecy had been leaked to the media and he had become the Chosen One. Silly. What Chosen One? He was only a seventeen year-old boy who had these thick ugly glasses in order to see clearly and was overly thin. Just because of a stupid prophecy and a disturbing lightning bolt scar, he had become the Chosen One? Hermione had even told him that he even had his own fan club now. With quite a few members. God. Did these people have nothing else to do? Anything else to think about besides him?

A black eye-brow rose when a girl stumbled out of a compartment because she was so busy staring at him that she didn't realize her friend had opened the door from the outside. He huffed in annoyance when another girl was bold enough to approach him and, with a shy manner, tried to give him a box of chocolates, which he kindly refused. Really stupid. They should idolize someone more worthy of being an idol. Not an ordinary boy like him! A thin messy boy who became famous just because of the scar left by some psychotic bastard. They should find someone who was much more handsome, graceful, had silky platinum blonde hair, and with beautiful gray eyes... Okay, stop right there, Harry, there is no need to think about Malfoy like that in the middle of the train!Harry scolded himself.

Speaking of the gorgeous devil...

He quickly hid inside an empty compartment and the blonde walked right passed him. Harry put on his cloak and followed the Ice Prince to his Slytherin compartment. He noticed a number of differences in the blonde. Firstly, he was paler than he had been the year before. His skin seemed almost transparent now. Secondly, his face was somehow more divine, more beautiful, despite the paleness. Malfoy had always been a pretty boy, but now he was just wonderfully, unimaginably gorgeous! Harry's face burned with that thought.

Oh, well, he IS breathtakingly pretty. it's almost unearthly. cleared his throat nervously as if there was someone there to hear his thoughts.
Thirdly, his eyes were somehow glowing. Instead of the stormy grey, like usual, which were already lovely, they were now like pools of molten silver. And lastly, he was moving more gracefully than before. Not that he was ever a clumsy guy, but his movements were just flawlessly elegant now. Harry didn't know a person could move that beautifully. Almost like dancing to his own beat.

Harry stopped his musings when he saw Draco enter one of the doors and before the blonde could close it, he slipped inside. He climbed into the luggage rack and prepared to eavesdrop. He saw Draco sniff the air and then look to the place where he was crouching. For a minute, he was afraid that the blonde knew that he was there, somehow. But Draco then reverted his attention back to his compartment mates.

"What happened to you this summer, Draco? We never saw you after the Dark Lord moved his headquarters from your house..." that was Parkinson speaking.
"Yeah, more so after your birthday. You didn't even reply to our letters. You know, the Dark Lord was furious with your family. Especially with your father. He was angry when he failed to bring you to the new HQ to be marked last summer." Zabini said. Harry saw that the blondes face didn't change from the bored mask that he wore but a flash of worry did flicker in his silver eyes.

"It's none of your business." he said coolly.

"But, Drakie dear " Parkinson slipped her arms around Draco. Harry snickered when Draco slapped those arms away, making Parkinson scowl. "We were just worried, you know. Disappearing without any news isn't your style."

"I had a situation with my In with my parents. A massive situation. And again it's none of your bloody business. And Pansy, stop calling me that!" he stated firmly. Parkinson seemed to want to ask him about it again but stopped when Draco gave her a very cold look. Even Harry shivered in his hiding place.

xxXXxx

The train arrived at Hogsmeade station in no time. The Slytherins' began to leave the train, but Draco remained in his seat.

"Draco?" Zabini asked, but the blonde only waved his hand dismissingly. The dark-skinned boy lingered a second, only to raise his eyebrow to the blonde. Harry stayed quiet in his uncomfortable hiding place hoping that the blonde Slytherin only lingered to fix his shoes or something, but his hopes were dashed when Malfoy looked up in the exact spot where he was hiding and spoke.

"You do love hiding behind your cloak and eavesdropping in the luggage rack, don't you, Potter? Do I have to body bind you again like last year or can you get down and show yourself?" he asked. Harry sighed and climbed down before pulling his cloak off. He didn't want to be bound and get kick in the nose like last year, thank you very much.

"How did you know I was there? I didn't nudge anything this time " Harry said shamelessly. Malfoy only rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Potter. Let's get off the train before it goes back to London." Harry followed Malfoy off the train, still wondering how Malfoy could know he was there. "So, get something interesting in your, uh, spying activity?"

Harry eyed Malfoy warily. Should he tell the blonde the truth about his curiosity about him? He and Malfoy seemed to have a kind of truce since last year. Or so he thought. They hadn't fought that year. Not even exchanging angry words! Malfoy hadn't thrown a hex at him, or anybody else for that matter, like he used to. Even when Ron tried to provoke him into a fight, he just sent a cold glare at the red head and went on. Not even a sneer! But he and Malfoy never had a civil conversation either, only a nod here and there. So, what should he tell the blonde?

"The interesting thing that I heard was just that Voldemort's lair had been moved from you manor and that you are not a Death Eater. Oh! And your your massive situation with your parents! But you didn't say a word about that after " he trailed off when he saw Malfoy gave him an amused look. "What? That was interesting." He muttered.

"Why did you decide to eavesdrop on me in the first place?" Malfoy asked, after they had walked in silence for a while. They hadn't caught the last thestral carriages to Hogwarts.

Harry, with all his bluntness, answered without thought. "I was curious about the scene your family made at the platform." And then he blushed when he realized he had blurted out what he didn't want the blonde to know.

"Scene?"

"Well, yes. You and your parents acted out of character this morning. You know, with your mother crying all over you and all. So, I got curious and when I saw you wandering along the train corridor, I decided to follow you, in case I got some answers. Was it because of your, err, situation? You know, the out of character acting thing?"

Malfoy only sent a smirk at him and before Harry could demand the blonde to simply answer him, they arrived at the gate. "Now, how do we get inside?" Harry watched as Malfoy leaned close to peer between the bars of the gate with narrowed eyes.

"Let me." He sent a beautiful silvery stag through the gates.

They waited in silence for someone to fetch them. Harry stole a glance or two at Malfoy, who only stood very still with his fascinating silver eyes looking at something inside the gate. After a while, Harry realized that Malfoy didn't blink his eyes even once and his chest didn't move up and down, as if he wasn't breathing. He looked like a statue. A very still marble.That was impossible. He can't not be breathing.

Again, his musings were interrupted when Hagrid came out and opened the gates for them. Soon, Harry found himself talked animatedly with the half giant, while Malfoy quietly followed behind them.

xxXXxx

When they arrived at the great hall, they were welcomed with the expected murmurs and stares. Harry watched all this with amusement as he waved to the blonde when they separated to go to their own tables. The gorgeous blonde only raised an amused eyebrow and gave Harry a nod with something that looked like a small smile. Harry took it as a smile, anyway, and grinned at him. He chuckled under his breath when the murmurs became louder upon seeing this exchange. Potter and Malfoy had been known as arch enemies. A legendary school rivalry! They had never exchanged friendly gestures like this. They just never did that!

You could guess, that the loudest murmurs came from Harry's own House table. They all knew that Harry and Malfoy had stopped fighting last year, but those two didn't simply become friends, they had just, stopped fighting! But this, the waves and the smiles What happened between their Golden Boy Hero and the Prince of the Snakes?

Harry sat between Ron and Hermione and muttered a quick hello to them, before ravaging a bowl of treacle tart. He was hungry! But he stopped eating when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him from his right side. It was Hermione. "What?"

"Why are you late, Harry? And why were you with Malfoy?" she asked. Harry put down his fork and gulped down some pumpkin juice before answering.

"Well, you see..." he began to tell her about his little adventure on the train. Hermione listened to him with her brows getting higher and higher. "And then, I sent my patronus and Hagrid let us in. The end!" he said and began eating his dessert again.

"You never learn, do you, Harry? Or is it you just like to eavesdrop on Malfoy on the train?" Harry chuckled.

"That's what Malfoy asked me when he found out I was there. It was also weird, 'Mione, when he knew I was there! I'm sure I was hidden well! How do you think he knew?"

Hermione's brows knitted in a frown. She opened her mouth to answer, but Ron decided to interrupt their discussion.

"That's not important, Harry. What were you thinking chatting with a Slytherin like that and becoming sudden friends with that ferret face?" Harry lifted a thick black eyebrow at a fuming, red-faced, Ron as if to ask 'what do you mean by that?'.

"He is an enemy Harry! He is the leader of those slimy snakes! He is the son of a Death Eater who happens to be You-Know-Who's right hand man! You can't be friends with him!"

Harry's eye-brows both lifted at this. "Enemy? As far as I know, my enemy is Voldemort. And Malfoy is certainly not Voldemort. And I don't care who his father is."

Ron eyed him sharply. But he said nothing else and began to stab his dessert with his fork furiously. Harry shrugged and faced Hermione, who watched him warily, once again. "So, 'Mione, how do you think Malfoy knew I was there?" he asked the brilliant witch, as if Ron had never interrupted them. Hermione looked at Ron once again before answering.

"I don't know, Harry. Maybe he saw your foot or another part of your body?" Harry shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. I was sure I hid myself well this time. Really!"

"Hmm... That is weird. Did you find anything else you feel is odd about Malfoy?" she asked. Harry opened his mouth to tell Hermione about the physical changing but resisted. The physical changes were not too significant and maybe he was biased by his feelings toward the blonde. So, he simply shook his head.
"If not, well, maybe you just didn't hide yourself well enough and Malfoy happened to see that." Harry nodded his head but promised himself that he would find out more.

xxXXxx

Harry began his "Malfoy Investigation" as soon as he could; the next morning. He watched Malfoy at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He eyed Malfoy in the Potions class that they shared, almost blowing up his cauldron and getting twenty points taken from Gryffindor. He almost lost one of his fingers when he tried to listen to what Malfoy and his friends were talking about in Herbology. He didn't take notes in History, instead staring at the far away expression that Malfoy wore in that class, not that he usually took notes, anyway. He tried to follow Malfoy everywhere if he could. He checked the Marauders Map every time he couldn't follow him. He even spied on the Slytherin Quidditch team's practice under his invisibility cloak only to find the blonde wasn't Slytherins' seeker anymore.

That was one of the odd things that he found out, after almost two weeks of practically stalking the handsome blonde. And believe me, he found many strange things.

First, he rarely saw Malfoy eat anything. Even when he sat at the table for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. He only saw the blonde drink something. A cup of something in the morning, maybe tea or coffee, and he once saw the Ice Prince drink a pint of he didn't know what it was actually. He just knew that the liquid's colour was dark red, so maybe it was red wine. So, yeah, Draco Malfoy seemed to be on a diet. But, even though he never ate anything, the blonde didn't look thinner than he used to be, only paler. That was odd, right?Maybe he took all his meals in the kitchen...Harry tried to rationalize in his mind.

Secondly, Malfoy seemed to like to walk alone, now. Of course, his stupid minions, Crabbe and Goyle, still followed him everywhere he went. But, the pug-face girl, Parkinson, or the dark-skinned boy, Zabini, were rarely with him, when, usually, the girl had a hand constantly on the Prince, much to his distaste, and the boy always engaged the blonde in chats. But now, the gorgeous Slytherin was almost always alone. Harry never counted Crabbe and Goyle as companions, because, really, those two idiots were just too stupid to become decent chat partners. Malfoy as a loner was an odd thing, because Harry knew how the blonde loved to be in the centre of attention.

Thirdly, he found out that, maybe, Malfoy had a problem with blood. They were in a joined potions class one day. They had to make a Heredity Potion, which needed one drop of their blood in it. When Professor Slughorn said that in the beginning of the class, Malfoys' eyes widen and there was a flash of panic on those silver pools. Then, when they began to prick their fingers with a needle, Malfoy seemed to go paler. He gulped and watched Blaises' bloodied finger with wide eyes. Harry saw Malfoy take in a deep breath but it seemed to make it worse. Malfoy closed his eyes and put his right hand above his nose. But before that, Harry swore, who sat very near the blonde, he heard a growl and saw a glimpse of sharp fangs. But it happened so quickly that he was sure no one else had seen them. Not even Zabini, who was far too concentrated on their potion.

Lastly, and maybe the strangest thing of all was, when he was unable to follow Malfoy and instead checked the map, he'd never see Malfoy's name on it. He only saw Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe wandering the castle's corridors without their boss. Where did he go? Did he go outside the castle grounds? To Hogsmeade, maybe? But what did he do in Hogsmeade alone? Harry wondered.

Harry thought about this all the time, while keeping an eye on his Slytherin crush. He got his answer after a month of spying on Malfoy...


A.N. That's it! anybody knows what happened to our gorgeous blonde? Tell me what you think!