With Wings, You Can Fly

A.N: Hello! Oh dear, my updates are getting farther and farther apart o.O I don't mean to do this, but time just slips by so quickly and before I know it, I've negleted my lovely readers .

Draco: That isn't very nice. Appoligize. *sneer*

Me: I'm trying! Keep quiet!

Harry: Yeah, these people aren't following your story for nothing! I demand a refund!

Me: I'm not getting paid! This is fanfiction, if you remember. J.K. Rowling is the owner, and I own nothing. Except for the plot (; mwahah!

Draco: *facepalm*

Anyway! ONTO THE STORY! I hope you likeeeee :D please review (:

Chapter 4: Denial Isn't Just A River In Egypt

Hermione was on a mission. Her bushy hair was pulled back, her frown was set, and she had a snack in her pocket for later. In the next pocket was a reference book, a quill, and a small note pad. You could never be too prepared, after all. It had already been two hours, and she still hadn't found even a single hint as to what Harry was hiding from her and Ron. Her mind was screaming with suppressed knowledge, but it was evading her by just the slightest hair. She neared the restricted section, and noticed that Madam Pince must not have closed the fence that separated the two sections of books. She looked around, slipped in, and then closed the gate behind her. With a rush of excitement that Hermione only got when she knew she was close to finding the right book, the bushy haired girl walked in the direction of the 'Magical Creatures and Halfbreeds' section. That seemed like the most reasonable place to start. Pulling a book off the shelf that looked old and promising, she sat herself down by the bookcase to read.


Back in the common rooms, Harry was pacing around and sweating at the thought of Hermione finding out his secret. Ron was sitting on the edge of one of the armchairs, staring at his friend with one eyebrow raised and his arms crossed.

"So, do you have something to say mate?" Ron asked a perspiring Harry.

"N-no, why would you think that!" Harry's voice raised an octave and cracked.

"Oh, no reason." Ron scratched his face. "But you are pacing and sweating. I'd say that you have something to share."

Harry looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Aha, well it's a long story. Might as well wait for Hermione to get back..." Harry tried to prolong the inevitable. He was 99.9 percent certain that Hermione would come rushing back with all of his secrets in the next couple hours or so. The longest that information had ever evaded Hermione was 24 hours, and she had been sleeping for 10 of the 24 hours.

Ron nodded. "Right, well I'll be here if you need me." Ron understood what Hermione could be like, and knew that his questions would be answered soon enough. He sank into the armchair he was resting on. Closing his eyes he said, "Wake me when Hermione comes back."

Harry put a hand over his face. He might as well read some of his book while he had time to live. Hermione would probably be ending his miserable life soon anyway. Not that he was accepting his current state – oh no – he was just...humoring Draco, if you will.

Walking upstairs to his bed, he pulled the curtains around him and reached into his pocket and pulled out the small book that held his greatest fears, at the moment.

Opening the book was probably the hardest part, as he felt as if he was betraying himself by 'accepting' his fate. Though it wasn't accepting as much as it was curiosity.

"Hmmph," Harry snorted as he skipped the 'intercourse' section. Who needed that, anyway? What an awkward word...

Flipping the pages he reached the 'Abilites' chapter of the book. Skimming the page Harry found a section titled 'Powers and How To Deal With Them'. 'Powers? This could be interesting...'

'The Nephilim are part Vampire and Part Fallen Angel. This would create what some might know as a dark angel, which creates some interesting powers and abilities. Some of these will show on their own in time, and others must be carefully trained and practiced. Some of these abilities are: powers to heal, powers of seduction, powers to feel emotions, powers to smell the blood of a human/mate, powers of speed, strength, and agility, and last but not least, the power to read your mate's thoughts and respond to them.'

Harry stopped there and gaped openly at the book, even though it couldn't actually see his response to its words. 'The power to smell blood? What does that mean?' Harry vaguely thought about sucking someone's blood, and shuddered at the thought. He didn't think he would be able to drink blood, if that's what the book meant. He also wondered if he had any of these so-called powers. Not that he would actually have any, as this was a a prank...

Or was it?

Harry shook his head and slapped his own face. Right at that moment Ron walked in and gave his best friend a weird look.

"Harry?" Ron gave Harry a look that clearly said, 'Is my best mate going crazy?'

"Er, yeah?" Harry tried to hide the small book under his pillow.

"Hermione is back..." Ron smiled shakily and motioned for Hermione to come in the door.

"Hello, Harry." Hermione sat on the edge of the bed that Harry was seated on and patted his leg comfortingly.

"I suppose you're here to kill me now?" Harry closed his eyes and waited for his death blow.

"No, I was just here to say that you're a prat for not telling me this sooner, but I did manage to find this." Hermione grabbed a book from her pocket and let it drop to the red covers on Harry's bed. The book was worn and torn, and looked as if it might be a thousand years old. On the cover was a strange symbol that looked frighteningly similar to Harry's markings. "So, you're a Nephilim." Hermione stated.

Harry froze. "No, it's a prank."

Hermione nodded. "Mhmm, so you have markings, long hair, and new defined features?"

Harry stayed quiet.

Ron spoke up. "What's a Nephilim?" He asked Hermione.

"Good question Ron!" She picked the book back up and looked at Harry with a scolding frown. "A Nephilim a vampire and fallen angel halfbreed. Our dear Harry here happens to be the mate of one, which also makes him one."

Ron's eyes almost popped out of his head, but he tried to hide his surprise as best as he could so as not to upset his friend.

Hermione carried on. "You seem to be holding something back, Harry."

Harry shook his head. "But it's not possible! Malfoy wouldn't want someone like me! I'm Harry Potter, and he hates me! Did I mention that we're both blokes?" Harry was starting to get panicky. He grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her very close to his face. Their noses almost touched, and he yelled, "I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Hermione pulled back and wiped spittle from her face. "Well, Harry, you're just going to have to face the truth and do the best that you can with it. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No, maybe in a bit. I want to read this for a bit more. I need to calm down." Harry reduced his yell to a monotone 'inside-voice' and tried to smooth his features out. There was no need to let his friends be put in an awkward situation. His glamours were still off, so he looked rather regal as he smoothed his hair back and closed his eyes.

He motioned for Hermione and Ron to leave him be, and he shot Ron a grateful look for trying to act like he wasn't horrified by the thought of his friend being some sort of vampire-angel weirdo.

He settled back down with his book and tried to clear his mind.


Draco was at a standstill. He didn't know how to draw Potter in without scaring him to death, yet he couldn't help but think of him almost every waking second. His inner creature (we'll name it his inner demon) was almost screaming at him to just jump him and fall in love later. However, his inner angel was wanting to wait until consent was given. Draco had been sitting with Pansy and Blaise in the common room for quite some time now, and no one had said anything except for the occasional cough or position change.

Draco finally had enough of the silence and stood up. He stretched out and then said to Pansy, "Want to help me plot out my plan to capture Potter's heart?"

Pansy squealed and hopped up. "Yes! Even though he's not my first choice of partner for you, I have to admit that you would look simply amazing with him." Pansy jumped at the chance to plan out something. After all, Slytherins were all about plotting.

"Blaise, are you joining us?" Draco asked his other best friend.

"Ah, no. I have a meeting that I'm late for." Blaise loved his friends dearly, but he didn't share the joy of hooking Draco up with a Gryffindor. He would go to the library and find something interesting to read.

"Very well. Come along, Pansy. I have several ideas..." Draco grabbed Pansy's wrist and dragged her off to a secluded corner in the common room to plot.


Off in the other side of the castle near the lake sat a lonely figure. The figure had been plotting something of their own since the beginning of the school year, and had just recently been motivated once again after seeing a not-so-visually-pleasing sight. The figure had been used and abused, and fully intended to get back what they had lost. The figure stood up, grabbed their bag and the parchment they had been plotting on, and walked back into the castle. Oh yes, revenge would soon be theirs. It was just a matter of time.


Back where Harry was, he had just finished the chapter on Vampire Powers. The next was about the ways he could seduce and gain a mate, but he wanted to skip that as much as possible.

After thinking, Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and made his way out of the Gryffindor common room, sneaking past a cuddling Ron and Hermione. He intended to take a short walk to process all the information he had just discovered, but on his journey he bumped into the person he least wanted to see.

"Oomph! Watch it!" Draco stumbled back, not seeing who he had run into.

Harry just stared, not wanting to give away his position since he was still under his cloak.

Draco looked around suspiciously, feeling around in the air for something he couldn't see. He backed Harry into a wall without knowing it, and then felt something on his hand as he brushed the edge of the cloak.

Harry had his hands in front of his face as the cloak was whisked off of him, revealing him in all of his glamour-free beauty.

Draco almost couldn't stand it. His inner demon was making his vision blurry, only focusing on how amazing Harry looked, and how much he wanted him right then and there. His inner angel canceled out most of this, but even it wanted a piece of Harry.

Draco made sure he wasn't drooling, and then tried to grab Harry's wrist.

"What do you want?" Harry sounded panicky as he tried to tug his wrist back from the clutches of his 'enemy'.

"Just a word, Potter." Draco pulled Harry into a dark alcove.

Harry tried to resist, but he couldn't match the strength of his mate. After Draco had pushed Harry into yet another wall, he cleared his throat and tried to speak normally. "So what do you want, then?"

Draco almost said, "you", but resisted. "I just wanted you to know that I fully intend to carry out this mating business. You can resist, but a Malfoy always gets what they want. Also, I wanted to leave you this to remember me by while I court you." Draco captured Harry's lips into another kiss, yet this one was gentler than before. It was searing yet loving, and Draco thought his heart would burst.

Harry's heart was beating, and he didn't resist this time. He couldn't resist, and it was if his body had a mind of its own. He felt a tongue at his lower lip and his reflexes kicked in. He pushed Draco back, and knocked him over onto the floor. It felt as if a surge of power had just rushed through his arms and omitted it through his hands. Draco's head hit the floor with a dull thud, and Harry looked at his own hands in horror. He felt a stab in his heart, and realized that he had hurt his mate! He went into overdrive and scooped the larger male up in his arms, racing to the infirmary. He sprinted, almost impossibly fast, and made his way down flights of steps until he reached the doors to the hospital wing. Yelling out, he called for Madam Pomfrey.

"Harry! What's this?" the heavy set woman rushed to Harry's side and had him place Draco on a cot. After setting him down, Harry's heart gave a pang as he looked at the bloody face of his mate. He brushed a stray hair out of his face and then looked alarmed at his own actions and thoughts. He ran out of the infirmary as Madam Pomfrey started to question what had happened.

He couldn't deal with this. Racing back to where his cloak was dropped, Harry swept it back on and curled up near the alcove where everything had happened. He curled up under his cloak and started crying. He almost never cried, and the tears actually surprised him when he felt them streaming down his face. Why had he felt something when Malfoy was hurt? What was this feeling? He surely didn't know, and it was scary and new and strange. Harry just let the tears flow, and then closed his eyes. After a while, he stood up and made his way back to his common room. He walked back to his dormitory, not seeing Ron or Hermione. It was nearing dinner time, but Harry wasn't hungry. He decided to just go to bed, and maybe things would make more sense in the morning. He sure hoped so...


Ron and Hermione were in the Great Hall getting food when the saw a dark haired boy run past the entrance with a blonde haired boy in his arms. Hermione immediately stood up, and Ron soon followed after he was rudely pulled from his fried chicken and tasty pudding.

Mouth stuffed, Ron asked, "Was that Harry and Draco?"

Hermione glared and shoved a napkin into Ron's hands. "Yes, I think so. Let's go check it out."

The duo made their way out the Great Hall and just barely saw the ends of black hair rush around the corner. Sprinting, the red head and the bushy haired genius followed Harry and Draco.

They saw Harry rushing into the Hospital Wing, and then a few moments later they saw him race back out and towards their hiding place. Hermione covered Ron's mouth as he started to call Harry's name, and she pulled him into the shadows. After Harry had ran past looking like he was about to cry, Hermione pulled a shocked Ron into the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey was staring at the blonde in the cot with a worried look in her eyes.

"What happened?" Hermione made herself known to the rumpled nurse.

"I'm not sure," she replied, surprised to see Hermione and Ron there and not with their best friend.

"Looks like it hurts," Ron motioned towards Draco's bleeding head.

Madam Pomfrey suddenly remembered her patient and summoned a bottle of purple goop and a rag towards her. She wiped the blood off and then muttered a cleaning charm to sanitize it. She spread the purple goop over the cut and then they watched as the cut started to heal itself. She smiled and then waved her wand to check Draco's vitals. Seeming to be normal, she spoke again.

"He's fine, just unconscious. I'll just let him sleep here until he wakes up. Tell Harry that he's alright. He seemed awfully upset about something, I'd go check on him." Madam Pomfrey had a soft spot for the poor boy, and she worried about him often.

Hermione waved and said thanks, and then dragged Ron back out the Hospital Wing.

"What was that about?" Ron asked with a glance towards the infirmary.

"I'm not sure, but we should go find Harry." Hermione responded.

She and Ron walked back to the Great Hall and grabbed some food for their friend, as he hadn't showed up for dinner. Finding Harry asleep, they left the food and a note for him.


Draco awoke with a pounding headache. He didn't remember where he was or what he was doing, but he did remember that kiss with Harry. He didn't think that Harry would respond so quickly, but he seemed to enjoy the kiss almost as much as Draco did himself! That is, until Harry shoved Draco down and almost left an imprint of him on the stone floor. 'Ahh, that's what happened. I must have hit my head!' He looked around and saw that he was in the infirmary. When did he get there? Last he knew he was almost on the other side of the castle.

Seeing that her patient was up, Madam Pomfrey walked over to Draco and checked his vitals again with a wave of her wand. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, that was quite a bump on your head there!"

"What happened?" Draco questioned.

"Mr. Potter came in here running carrying you, though I'm not sure how he did that since you're bigger than he is. He just looked at you and ran out, but he seemed troubled. Did something happen between you two?" Madam Pomfrey was aware of their condition, and she gave Draco a stern look.

"Sort of, but I can't really explain it." Of course, Draco could explain it, but he didn't want to share his secret kisses with just anyone. Especially not middle aged medi wizards.

"Well, you're free to go, but you can stay if you'd like since it's the middle of the night." Madam Pomfrey sniffed, feeling that Draco was holding something back but not wanting to upset him.

Draco lied back down since his head still hurt and winced. "My head still hurts, do you have anything for it?"

"Here, drink this." Madam Pomfrey handed Draco a vial of liquid and Draco grimaced as he choked down the nasty tasting pain reliever.

He settled back down in his cot and then started thinking of Harry once again as Madam Pomfrey left him be. How he wanted to be with him without all of this confusing drama and uncertainty, but alas, he had to wait for his mate to come to terms with his new powers. He was certain that he had activated some sort of power in Harry, since he wouldn't usually be able to push him away so violently or strongly. It must have been a Nephilim power, and Draco smiled as he realized that his mate was coming into his powers quite nicely, even if it hurt him in the process.

While Harry obviously was undecided about his mate, Draco had fully come to terms with his mate and was decided in his mind and heart. Harry would be his mate, if it killed him. And with the strength that Harry just showed, that just might come true.

Draco chuckled and then fell back asleep, dreaming of his lovely mate with long ebony hair and sparkling green eyes, laughing and running with Draco. A fine mate indeed.


Ta-da! Oh dear, I've got plans for these boys! *evil giggle*

Now I just have to remember my updates...