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AnyankaEllie: Thanks so much for your review, I truly appreciate it! Of course Harry's temper is deliberate and with reason but I won't reveal too much ;) This chapter is probably still much in the observing secteur though more is happening. I'm still figuring this out as it were but there really should be more from next one on!

Chapter Three: Monday the 25th of November 1996

The little creature chirped and jiggled in Draco's grip. He looked at the feathers sticking out between his fingers and sighed. He would have felt sorry for it, had he not been feeling sorry for himself more. He opened the door of the cabinet just a fraction and released the bird inside before closing it again. He waited a moment for it to get used to the surroundings and be calmer. He could hear it screaming and banging against the walls. So he walked away, he's good at that. He transfigured a brick on the side of the room to show him what it was like outside.

The night had fallen. Students would be eating their dessert in the great hall. Draco quickly wondered if his friends at Slytherin would miss him complaining about this that and the other. He supposed they would; he is after all the star of their house. The sky was covered in thin clouds, the brightest stars could be seen through it. It felt cold, even to Draco who was indoors.

He turned round, back to the cabinet to fulfill his duty. The bird was still making a lot of noise and being distressed. Even though Draco wanted it to be calm, he didn't have time to relax both his and the bird's nerves. He took his wand out and pointed it at the door handle. With a deep breath he whispered the incantation. The cabinet shook and rumbled. Then there was silence. Nothing moved and no singing or screaming sounded from within. He opened it with hope.

He frowned to the sight that greeted him. The bird lay next to his feathers on the floorboards, motionless and cold. At first Draco saw this as good news. He could send an owl to his father to say that he had succeeded. They would come through one by one and die, he'd be the big hero then - take that Potter - but then he supposed his mum might come too. He sighed and sat down at a nearby chair. He wasn't cut out for this sort of thing. He's all mouth and no trousers. He has inferior beings to do his job. He watches from afar as his own game is played for him. He wants to be in the front line of the winning enterprise; purebloods are the future. But he doesn't want and he can't lift a finger to actually get it done.

He stood up and grabbed the bird, intending to throw it away. On second thoughts he turned and threw it out of his make belief window. The room would dispose of it. So he left, a failure once more.

It made him think of the time he got his mark. He had felt so proud and honored when his father told him. That was until he saw his master. He felt disgusted that such a half human should be the face of the future. That such an animal would lead them. That such a thing would touch him. He believed in purebloods and he then learned that the Dark Lord wasn't even one. He was nothing remotely like what Draco wanted to be. Receiving the Mark was no longer a privilege; it was just survival. He had felt fear and agonizing pain. He knew henceforth that that was the future; and it didn't smell like roses anymore.

He passed the entrance of the castle on his way to the dungeons. He heard no more sound from the great hall and supposed that everyone was already up in the common rooms. He stopped when he heard footsteps falter in front of him. There he was again, looking tired and pale, again.

"Ah. Finally alone" Potter said as he approached him.

"Did you want to do something naughty to me then?" Draco replied haughtily "Only I'm sorry I don't kiss without telling"

Potter reached his level and stood tall - for his length that is, Draco is naturally quite taller.

"I wanted to ask you something" He started. Draco crossed his arms annoyingly at this. As if he had time to waste on the likes of Potter "Why did you glamour me? 'bout a month ago. I know it was you"

Draco remained passive even though his insides were turning. So Potter did know and had simply never acted upon it. He shrugged calmly and answered:

"Because it was starting to annoy me and Merlin knows you are too thick to do it yourself" To this Potter didn't respond. They just looked at each other until the Gryffindor nodded and turned round. Draco supposed this was Golden boy thank you. He rolled his eyes and watched him leave through the main entrance and outside. As a prefect he should have stopped him but he guessed that he had had his dose of Potter for the day.

Upon his arrival at the common room, the girls all stood up to reach for him. Pansy grabbed his sleeve first and exclaimed:

"Oh boy did you miss something at dinner!" She stopped for a moment and looked at him curiously "Yeah where were you anyway?"

"Nevermind" Draco waved off "What happened?"

"Oh yeah!" She continued "So Potter and his goonies were at dinner. We don't really know what was said but at some point Weasley got up all angry and shouted at Potter. He then shouted too. Don't really know what they said, we only heard things like: it's always you, did you think of her? Who the hell are you anyway?! Stuff like that"

Draco raised an interesting eyebrow at this. So the Golden boy has lost it, and the Golden Trio has split up. He supposed her was the Weaselette. It did bring certain things to mind however. So Potter wasn't himself and Draco was starting to see a pattern. He went to his room without another word and sat down.

He stripped to the waist and lay down on the bed. It was end September when Potter first got ill, it was end October when Draco glamoured him; and it was end of November now. It came in a monthly cycle, made Potter look ill and made him act touchy. Draco sat up with a jolt. Potter had come into his inheritance, sixteen years old it made sense; and he had become a Mooner. A man who on a monthly bases… gets his period. It even explained the blood! Though Draco stopped that thought because he considered this to be gross.

He stretched back down with a frown. A bloody Mooner though; it was of such rarity that in his lifetime Draco shouldn't have seen one. Plus there were other symptoms of course, neither of which Potter seemed to have. He closed his eyes and imagined it, but it distressed him and he soon stopped. Somehow, even though it fit, it didn't seem right. He resolved to see Potter the following day.

He didn't. Oh he had looked for the oriole placed round his head but he hadn't seen it glowing at breakfast. He left soon thereafter but Potter was not in their shared Herbology at eleven either. He guessed that he had also skipped his previous lessons. He overheard the Gryffindor branch of the fan club talking; saying that he had never returned to bed. Seamus Finnigan who shares his room, later confirmed this. Potter was fast becoming the mystery of the school.

Draco then found Lisa Turpin, his own fan, just before lunch. He was going to change because his robes were covered in mud. She had tried to follow him to his common room when she tripped on something in the darkness of the dungeons. Draco turned round and sighed.

"This is borderline creepy. What do you want?" He demanded tiredly. The girl didn't reply and started sobbing.

"My ankle" She wined so loudly that it attracted the attention of Professor Snape who was still in his office cleaning the mess.

"What is this racquet?" He bellowed.

"Its this foolish Ravenclaw sir" Draco replied "She was stalking me when she tripped and twisted her ankle"

Snape rolled his eyes and twisted his robes.

"Take her to Madame Pomfrey Malfoy. You are a prefect after all" He said and left. Draco took one look at the girl and damned his luck. He did a levitation charm on her, because he most certainly will not touch her, and brought her away. As she continued to cry he thought it was a shame that he wasn't allowed to use a Levicorpus instead. He dropped her upon his arrival at the Hospital Wing. She reached out to hug him but he side stepped. Madame Pomfrey was busy with her just as Draco noticed the curtains closed round one of the beds.

He glanced at the matron and then slithered over there. On the bedside table were a pair of round black glasses so Draco moved closer. He pulled slightly on the curtain to reveal the Golden boys face. The latter was sleeping calmly as if he had never slept before. His arm and shoulder were covered in thick bandages. Probably not a mooner then, the Slytherin thought. Mooners do not get wounded, they just get moody. And Potter had been wounded the previous month too; he could hazard to guess that he was in here in September too.

Draco left quickly before Madame Pomfrey would notice him looking. He simply went to lunch and joined his house mates. Pansy remarked upon the fact that he hadn't cleaned and darling that he looked a shambles. Draco quickly scourgified his robes with a simple explanation of:

"Couldn't be bothered" He explained the whole Turpin affair and Blaise joined in.

"Honestly just do her!" He insisted "If you don't then I will"

"You're welcome to her"

Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table where Potter, for obvious reasons, was not. Weasley and Granger seemed unusually quiet; he also noticed that the Weaselette was missing too. He left early to return to the Hospital Wing.

Right on cue they crossed paths as Draco was arriving and Potter was leaving. They looked at each other; Potter still seemed so tired.

"Are you following me?" Potter asked and Draco raised an elegant eyebrow.

"Bit full of yourself aren't you?" He replied "Professor McGonagall sent me to get Turpin"

Potter started shuffling on his feet, going left to right, it was very annoying.

"Misplaced your Tampon?" Draco couldn't help but ask. Potter frowned at this.

"What?"

"Nothing" Potter continued his shuffling. Draco was getting annoyed "Will you stop that!" He demanded "What is it?!"

Potter looked up at him.

"Ok I'll just say it" He started "Could you glamour me again?"

Draco looked at him curiously. So boy wonder needed a favour. He considered this and grinned.

"Only if I can give you a black eye first" He decided.

Potter approached him and just as Draco opened his mouth to say something a fist connected to his abdomen and knocked the wind out of him. He held his stomach as he observed Potter looking at him with a challenging eye. So Draco took the bait and threw one punch to the boy's own abdomen - for good measure - and one to his face. He felt the glasses break underneath his knuckles and took a step back.

"Satisfied?" He demanded and Potter whispered a Reparo to his glasses before standing up.

"You got what you wanted" He said "Do it"

Draco twirled his wand and wordlessly fixed the glamour, he was used to it. He was disappointed to see the forming purle bruise disappear but was happy to see the rest go. If only to keep those groupies away.

Potter was greeted as a hero back from battle upon his return to class. Draco simply moved round the back to find his friends, who were also into the Potter Mystery. He probably didn't realise it, but he was deep into it too.

Hope you like it ! I am starting school again Monday so I won't be as quick I think. Knowing me I'll continue the two day streak haha but we'll see! Let me know what you think xxx