Disclaimer: Because I am too lazy to do this every time, see chapter one and/or two.

Warnings: For generalization, see chapter one. I noticed that I forgot to mention that there'll probably be Mpreg (male pregnancy) in this story and thought I should let you all know. Nothing really major to mention in this chapter; except maybe, naked boys and Harry's oddness?

A/N: Here is another chapter for my wonderful reviewers (and readers I suppose) thank you all for liking my story (though I have no idea why) and I have decided that I am going to try and answer any anonymous reviewers here so that they don't feel left out. Once again thanks and please read and review ciao.

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Chapter Four: Oh, Crap!

Harry decides that suing God round about now sounds right…

The next day Harry told Ron and Hermione what he had witnessed in the Slytherin carriage of the train, conveniently forgetting Malfoy's oddness, and explained to them what he thought it meant. Hermione seemed willing enough to at least consider his theory, whereas Ron was completely against it, claiming that Malfoy was probably showing off for Parkinson; which didn't sit too well with the Ghast, though he refused to acknowledge it. It seemed that Hermione and Ron, especially Ron, wouldn't believe his theory until he had solid evidence that the younger Malfoy was a Death Eater and if that was the case then he wouldn't rest until he had the proof he needed. For a moment Harry's thoughts paused in puzzlement as he remembered his conviction of the night before to ignore Malfoy and here he was deciding to get to the bottom of what the blond git was up too. With a shrug, and ignoring the weird looks Ron and Hermione gave him, Harry started walking again and decided that his own peace of mind was unimportant when it came to keeping the school safe from teenage Death Eaters. Dammit! Now he had the music for teenage mutant ninja turtles in his head, bloody Malfoy!

Once they reached the Great Hall, the three friends sat down in their usual spots at the Gryffindor table and begun to eat; with two of the three talking quietly together and trying to ignore the weirdness of the silent one and chalking it up to A) He was a newly awakened Ghast and/or B) Was still depressed at the loss of his Godfather. They would've been surprised to know that Harry wasn't thinking about either of these two things and was instead trying to think of a way to get Malfoy to confess, while also illogically blaming the blond for the TMNT music being stuck in his head.

'… He's our hero, gonna take… no, wait, that's Captain Planet, never mind.'

The-Boy-Who-Lived was oblivious to the stares he received at this random outburst, not realizing that he'd said it out loud, and didn't even pick up on the giggles/chuckles he got from those who knew what he was talking about and couldn't believe that he'd said such a thing. Harry had a peaceful, not to mention oblivious, breakfast, drank his goblet of blood, which the house-elves had been instructed to send to him with his meals and then waited patiently for Professor McGonagall so that he could work out his timetable. After helping Hermione with her extraordinarily large timetable and Neville with his, McGonagall turned to him and set him up with his own; which included Potions, as Professor Slughorn wasn't as big of a whiney bitch as Snape and so Harry could go for his dream of becoming an Auror.

Woot! Go new teachers! Even if they did want to turn you into a trophy for their collection they were still better than snarky, slimy Professors that hated you because of your father.

Ron chose, and was allowed, all the same classes as Harry and because of this the two of them had free time for the first period, though they would be having DADA after it. Harry wasn't too enthusiastic about it, had Dumbledore informed Snape of what he now was? And if so, did that mean Snape would be less inclined to bully him? He could only hope so, as he really didn't relish the thought of trying to eat his DADA class because Snape didn't know how to live and let live. It's not like he'd gone back to the past and told his father to bully him, so why take it out on him now? Harry and Ron spent the time before Defense lounging around their common room and when it was time for class they reluctantly headed down to the classroom and joined up with Hermione who had just had her first Ancient Runes class.

Snape spent the first few minutes or so of the lesson making out with the Dark Arts with his voice and then informed them that they would be learning how to use non-verbal spells. So the class split into groups of two to practice and of course Hermione was the first to successfully cast a shield without saying a word. Most of the class was cheating and muttering spells under their breath but Harry could hear them anyway and it was slightly annoying. Snape of course ignored Hermione's success and instead headed straight for Ron and Harry and after telling Ron he was useless turned quickly on Harry to "show Ron how it was done". As soon as he saw Snape turning towards him, wand poised to attack, Harry's instincts screamed at him to defend then attack and so he did. A shield came up around him without him having to say a word and because of its strength it sent Snape flying backwards but Harry wasn't done. His instincts had also told him to attack and so that is what he did, as Snape rose to his feet, Harry was suddenly there and without any warning punched him in the solar plexus and would have continued if not for Ron.

'Harry, mate, stop!' yelled Ron urgently and was glad when his best friend turned to him and calmly walked away from the Professor, completely ignoring the shocked stares of the class of gasping breaths of said Professor.

Harry received detention of course and soon after the class ended, with pretty much the whole class eager to spread the news that Harry Potter had socked Snape, the least favorite teacher, in defense. Soon after leaving class a young Gryffindor boy came and gave Harry a note from the Headmaster stating that they'd be having their first lesson that Saturday, it looked like Harry wouldn't be able to do Snape's detention. Ron and Harry didn't have any more classes until after break, when they had Potions and so they did homework until then and once it was time they went down to the dungeons with Hermione, who had no classes just before Potions either. Upon reaching the Potions corridor, Harry stopped in his tracks as it seemed his luck was messing with him again and thus Malfoy was in his class; wonderful. Ron and Hermione had stopped to look back at him in enquiry and so they missed seeing Malfoy glance over his shoulder at Harry, wink and then go back to his talk with his Housemates.

'That's it, I have officially entered the Twilight Zone, no need to worry about anything because it's not real' muttered Harry to himself, ignoring the odd looks from Ron and Hermione who had heard him and the snort of amusement that he heard from Malfoy, who couldn't of possibly heard.

'Harry that was an excellent punch you landed in defense' said Ernie Macmillan, the only Hufflepuff in the class and a friend to Harry despite his pompous attitude.

Of course this statement from the Hufflepuff caused the four Ravenclaws and four Slytherins to turn and look at him but, thankfully, before anything else could be said Professor Slughorn walked out of the classroom and invited them all in. Harry was especially grateful for this as he had felt another of those embarrassing whines coming on when Malfoy looked at him. He didn't know why he kept Whining like a scolded puppy and frankly he was grateful that the sound of them entering the class covered the sound, though he seemed that Malfoy heard him somehow as he gave Harry a quick grin before entering the classroom.

The three friends, along with Ernie, took a table near a cauldron that had a potion in it whose scent was incredibly intoxicating while at the same time it filled Harry with a great sense of uneasiness; he recognized the smell but why couldn't he place it? As Slughorn asked the class about the different, already brewed potions, he had around the room; Harry tried to think on where he had caught that scent before. Who did he know that smelt like grass, dirt, trees, water, sunlight on heated objects; the crispness of a full moon night and the scent that you catch around heavy thunderstorms when everything smelled like ozone and underlying it all was a feral intensity that made his mouth water.

Quite literally, Harry found to his disgust and as covertly as possible he wiped away the drool and hoped he wouldn't do it again. It wasn't long before Slughorn got to asking what the potion in front of Harry and his friends was and of course Hermione's hand was once again shot into the air and as she answered the question Harry inwardly groaned to himself. Of course it had to be a love potion, wonderful, and its smell was what attracted him most? According to his nose it was some sort of wild animal and… wait! Did that mean that he'd already met the other Ghast? That would explain a lot but he didn't think it was so as he didn't remember any strong urges to rip someone's clothes off. As the class went on Harry tried to ignore the love potion and even managed to win a small vial of Felix Felicis, liquid luck, thanks to his new best friend, the Half-Blood Prince.

It seemed that Hermione, who was obviously jealous, and Ginny, who no longer trusted books, didn't like the idea of him following the written instructions of whoever had owned the old text book he was using before him. For crying out loud, it was an old text book not a Voldemort possessed diary, they didn't need to get so aggressive about it, it's not like it was going to possess him and get him to kill everyone. It didn't need to as it seemed that he was perfectly capable of doing that all on his own, thank you. The Ghast in him was very disappointed with Hermione for not being happy for him, all he was doing was following instructions after all, and so he found himself pretty much ignoring her for the whole week and it wasn't until the weekend that he even felt like talking to her again. Talking with just Ron wasn't any fun, especially when the other boy didn't want to listen to any of his theories on Malfoy.

'Just give it a rest would ya? Your obsession is starting to worry me' said Ron as he and Harry headed down to breakfast on Saturday morning.

'I am not obsessed with Malfoy!' said Harry hotly.

'Look, if you're so interested in what Malfoy's doing then why don't you intimidate him with the info that you're a Ghast?' grouched Ron angrily as he and Harry travelled down a, thankfully empty, corridor together.

'And say what? "Hi Malfoy, I'm a Ghast and if you don't tell me what the pedophile snake has you doing then I'll bite you", yeah, I see that working real well' said Harry sarcastically and the two boys turned a corner where they both instantly froze.

'Pedophile snake, Potter?' questioned Malfoy, raising an eyebrow in inquiry as he looked at Harry and completely ignored Ron.

'I… uh… RUN' said Harry and at the last word he did just that, he turned tail and fled back the way he came, not understanding why he was running from Malfoy but obeying his instincts anyway.

Ron watched his best friend away in bemusement and waited until he was out of sight before turning back to Malfoy, only to discover that the blond had also disappeared. With a shrug, Ron decided to head down for breakfast, after all Harry was a Ghast and could look after himself, if Malfoy got himself killed then who was he to complain and besides, he was hungry.

Harry was lost, no, scrap that, he was doomed! Why did he run away again? Oh, that's right, because Malfoy had shown up and his instincts had told him to flee and so he had and because Malfoy always seemed to scramble his brain these days he had ran without thinking. So here he was glaring at a wall that had the audacity to block his way, it's not his fault he ran down a dead end, nope, it's the walls for getting in the way. The worst part of it was that Malfoy had somehow kept up with him, of course Malfoy kept up with him, when did he ever get a break? On the other hand, if he was courageous enough, as Gryffindors are meant to be, he could always ask Malfoy what Voldemort had him doing. Down side, that meant he'd have to talk to Malfoy and he wasn't sure if he wanted to, not with Malfoy's current bizarre behavior.

'Couldn't you just leave me alone?' asked Harry softly, when he heard the footsteps behind him stop.

'Now why would I do that?' asked Malfoy in amusement, watching the boy in front of him with a strange intensity.

'Because deep down you're really a nice guy?' said Harry still staring at the wall in front of him and hoping Malfoy would leave.

'Really? And how do you plan on getting me to leave you alone, by telling me that you're a Ghast?' said Malfoy and because he was watching the younger boy so intensely he saw when Harry's body tensed at his words.

'So you heard that, did you?' said Harry, still refusing to turn and look at the blond and now with his bloodlust once again increasing.

'I did' said Malfoy, pulse speeding up as he felt the younger boy's bloodlust.

'And yet you don't seem afraid? Why is that?'

'Why do you think?' asked Malfoy with a strange sort of growl to his tone, moving closer to the "Chosen One".

'It was you, wasn't it? You're the one that bit me.'

'Yes,' said Malfoy in a breathy tone moving yet closer to the other Ghast, 'I was hoping you'd die, you should've died, it is believed that only one in a hundred will survive a bite. So imagine my surprise when I saw you in Madam Malkin's that day and it was even more surprising that I did not want to kill you.'

'So that's why you kept looking in my direction even though I was hiding under my Invisibility Cloak, you could sense me' said Harry, his brain starting to feel foggy again as he sensed the older Ghast moving closer but he still had enough sense to wonder, *I agree with Malfoy, why do I not want to fight him? According to Ron, a male Ghasts predisposition to other males is to attack first ask questions never, so then why? It makes no sense, does Malfoy know the reason why?*

'Yes, and it was confusing that instead of attacking me you were hiding from me and at first I was disturbed that I myself wanted to…'

'Wanted to what?' asked Harry, finally deciding to face Malfoy but it seemed that that was what Malfoy was waiting for, for as soon as he was facing him Malfoy forcefully grabbed his upper arms and slammed him backwards into the wall, successfully pinning him once again.

Of course Harry tried to free himself, after all he was being pinned by another Ghast and his life was probably in danger but unlike the time on the train, this time he couldn't free himself and he realized that the only reason he could before was because Malfoy wasn't expecting it. This time Malfoy was expecting him to try to free himself and wasn't letting go, which was weird, shouldn't he and Malfoy have the same strength? Curious about this Harry raised his eyes to Malfoy's with the intention of asking him about it but whatever he might have said died when he found himself looking into the taller boys greyish-silver cats eyes. Malfoy was no longer hidden behind an illusion charm and without it he really didn't look human and definitely didn't look like someone you wanted to cross.

'I didn't understand and so I sent an owl to Mother, asking her to send me the journal of Lucian Malfoy, the last known pure Ghast of the Malfoy line until I myself was born' said Malfoy moving, if possible, even closer to the shorter boy.

'What did you find out?' asked Harry curiously; shifting uneasily as there was something in Malfoy's eyes that made him feel weird.

'That can wait, first remove your illusion, I need to know if it's true' said Malfoy, the strange look in his eyes intensifying.

'What the hell? No, I won't' said Harry stubbornly.

'Remove it' said Malfoy with a deep rumbling growl.

'No.'

'Yes' insisted Malfoy and this time his lips drew back from his canine teeth in a snarl.

'Fine, but you're going to have to release one of my arms' said Harry, subconsciously turning his head to the right slightly in submission.

'Why would I have to do that?' asked Malfoy suspiciously, knowing that Harry would try anything to escape.

'Because the spell wouldn't work on me directly and thus had to be anchored to my glasses.'

'I see' said Malfoy blandly and Harry felt a strange whooshing sensation and suddenly his glasses were flying off and with their removal his features reverted back to his original look.

'Bastard' stated Harry with a slight growl.

'So it's true,' said Malfoy, closing his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again there was a look in them that Harry really didn't like the look of, 'I'm going to release you Potter so that we can talk civilly and I suggest that you don't try and escape as you won't be able too.'

'Okay,' agreed Harry, too curious to try and run anyway, 'But why wouldn't I be able to escape?'

'Because dominant Ghasts, which I am, are physically stronger and faster than submissive Ghasts, which you are' replied Malfoy watching the younger boy closely for his reaction to this statement.

'Uh… Malfoy, I'm a boy' said Harry, enunciating each word carefully.

'I know.'

'So I can't be a submissive.'

'That's not true, it seems that the magical community has forgotten that there were such things as male submissive Ghasts and that those males had wombs and could bear children.'

'Ah, so… what you wanted to do instead of killing me was…' started Harry but he was unable to finish the thought, it was too embarrassing.

'Rip your clothes off and fuck you? Yes' said Malfoy calmly, still watching Harry closely and thus he saw the telltale sign that he was about to run again and quickly caught him and pinned him up against the wall again.

'Let me go!' snarled Harry angrily, struggling to free himself from the larger Ghast.

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No, I quite like the idea of dominating you.'

'Dammit Malfoy! Go find yourself a different submissive to dominate' growled Harry, somehow knowing that what Malfoy had said about him being a submissive was true, even if he didn't want it to be.

'No, there is no guarantee that there's another submissive out there somewhere and besides, you're mine, my bite changed you and thus you belong to me.'

'But…' started Harry but he was unable to continue as he didn't know what to say to Malfoy's words, he saw sense in them and so he even stopped struggling to escape.

'Good,' said Malfoy gently and he shocked Harry when he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy in a gentle, yet firm, hug, 'And now you have a choice to make.'

'What kind of choice?' asked Harry, face going red in embarrassment when he realized that he was leaning into Malfoy's embrace.

'There is something I need to do and you can come with me willingly or forcefully. If you refuse to come then I will have to take you with me and I will see to it that you never see your friends again or you can come of your own accord and when we get back I will tell you what the Dark Lord has ordered me to do, it's your choice.'

'That's not much of a choice you know? But I suppose I'll come with you, it's too draining to argue' said Harry with a pout, which for some reason caused a rumble deep within Malfoy's chest.

'If you want to keep your virginity I suggest you never use that face in front of me again,' said Malfoy in a deep, husky tone, 'Now don't take this the wrong way but you're going to have to remove your clothes.'

'What?' yelped Harry in shock and he pushed away from the taller boy and was so shocked when Malfoy allowed it that he just stood there in bewilderment.

'We are going to shift to the Ghasts true form and in doing so any clothes we are wearing will be destroyed, but if it makes you feel any better you can keep on your underwear' explained Malfoy passively, showing no sign of his inner turmoil at the thought of his little submissive naked.

'Ghasts have a different form?' asked Harry in wonderment, forgetting about the whole stripping thing, until Malfoy started to remove his own clothes that is and so he spun around and yelped out, 'What are you doing?'

'Silly little one,' said Malfoy with a deep chuckle, 'Do you not remember me saying that changing rips clothes to shreds?'

Hearing Malfoy's tone change near the end of his sentence caused Harry to spin back around in curiosity, only to stop gob-smacked at what he now beheld. Where Malfoy had been standing was now what looked a lot like a wolf but this wolf stood six foot eight at the shoulders and had the ears, feet, tail and, of course, eyes of a feline. The Ghasts tail was twitching gently behind it as its submissive stood and looked at it in awe and then, when his submissive moved close enough to pat him, a deep rumbling purr started in his chest.

'You're magnificent' said Harry in a breathy kind of whisper as he reached out a hand to pat the thick, white coat in front of him.

'It is time for you to change little one' said Malfoy in his deep rumbling voice.

'I don't know how' complained Harry and he nearly pouted again but he remembered what Malfoy had said earlier about pouting.

'That is okay, little one, I will help you' reassured Malfoy and he lowered his head to gently butt against Harry's chest, knocking the smaller boy back slightly.

'Okay' said Harry and, feeling his face heat up once again in embarrassment, removed all his clothes bar his boxers.

Once he was as naked as he felt comfortable with in front of Malfoy, Harry stood and waited for the help Malfoy had said he'd give him but it seemed that the older boy was too busy inspecting him. Shifting nervously from foot to foot under the other boys stare, Harry was just about to say something when Malfoy raised his head and let out a resounding howl. A howl that clawed at something deep within Harry and with a grunt of pain he dropped to his knees, his mind retreating deep within as the pain of his first change took over; as a Ghast was always nothing but instinct when they were in their true form for the first time.

'Up you get little one' said Malfoy to the bundle of black fur at his feet and causing the younger Ghast to look at him with its emerald cats eyes and to release a low whine of remembered pain.

'I know little one, but the pain has gone now, up you get and we can go' said Malfoy, his heart twanging painfully at the whine of his submissive.

With another little whine the smaller Ghast lurched to its feet, limbs still twitching slightly from the change. As his little submissive got to its feet, Malfoy examined him and came to the conclusion that he was too cute, as Harry in his true form stood at around five foot ten at the shoulders and his build was a lot more slim lined and petit when compared with Malfoy's own heavily built form. As dominant Ghasts needed to be all muscle so that they could fight for, and keep, their mates. That is why they were stronger and faster than the submissives but the submissives were stronger when it came to magical power. With a shake of his head to clear it of unneeded thoughts, Malfoy nudged his little one and, with the younger Ghast stuck to his side like glue, turned around and headed for the shadows of the corridor.

The two Ghasts stepped into the shadows and disappeared.