Harry was finishing his essay late at night and watching Draco at the same time. Over the last few days, ever since the discussion with Snape, Harry seemed to be keeping an eye on Draco more. Possessiveness took over him. He couldn't help raking one eye over the boy's sleeping form when they shared a bed during night.

Draco was faring no better; because they could feel each other's emotions, he could tell when Harry was watching him. Not that he minded of course, he did a little looking of his own. Protectiveness took over him. He could immediately catch Harry out in the crowd, not because of his recognisable unruly black mop of hair, but because the Gryffindor seemed to glow a bit. He automatically reached to his right shoulder to feel a long, thin, cursed scar that Harry healed; and to his chest, where Sectumsempra had once sliced his chest open.

The raven haired boy's thoughts went back to their sixth year, in the bathroom and he looked up to see Draco touching the scars, wincing slightly. Immediately, Harry was by Draco's side, apologising over and over, "Draco, I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't know what that spell did..."

"Harry it's okay," he smiled at the worrying Gryffindor, "it's in the past."

"That doesn't matter," Harry shook his head, his eyes filling with tears, "the evidence is still there. The fact that I hurt you to the point where you almost died." He laughed cruelly, tears spilling from his closed eyelids, "Last year I would've been ecstatic to know I could win."

"Times have changed. Things have happened that we can't change. These scars," Draco unbuttoned his shirt to reveal, "are just one example of that."

"I j-just feel so guilty about h-hurting you..." Harry sobbed. Draco immediately pulled the crying boy into his boy, cradling his head against his chest. It was just instinctive now; he had to protect him for reasons he didn't know why. There was no disgust in touching Potter, just the need to see a smile on Harry instead of the result of having the world on one's shoulders.

A wave of sadness washed through him; he remembered when his mother was put under the Cruciatus by his father, when Harry rejected his hand on the train, when Voldemort cast a spell even worse than the torture curse on him and to look up to see his mother's grey eyes in tears or his father's expressionless dead ones. Memories burst through Draco's mind, most were his, but some weren't; there was one thing certain, all were bad.

A small black haired boy cornered by towering bullies...Green eyes teary with worry as a grown man yelled and hit him...Sitting in a tall man's lap, watching bubbles burst from his wand as a beautiful lady with flowing auburn hair laughed

Then watching my mother fall to the ground; I shook with fear as a hooded man with snake like eyes and a murderous face approached me. He raised his wand, a flash of green light erupted and all was gone except the cries of my dead mother that echoed in my mind for years to come.

My parents...my life...my enemy...my destiny

His parents...his life...his enemy....his destiny

Harry

Harry!

"Harry, Harry, p-please h-h-he-help," Draco was sobbing now, the tears brought by relived memories rolled down his cheeks to fall off his pointed chin and into Harry's hair. The Gryffindor looked up at his shaking soul mate, and realised what his mood has done. Slowly, he brushed the tears off Draco's pale face and planted a butterfly kiss on his neck. Draco's okay now, Harry told himself, He's neither dead nor dying. The tears stopped flowing but he was still shaking, "I'm sorry," Harry whispered, "This is my fault."

Draco shook his head, taking deep calming breaths, "I just need to control my emotion, that's all. I just remembered some bad things and lost control."

"No, you see, it's the bond. I felt depressed, so it was transferred onto you. Oh dear god, that slimy git was actually correct."

The blonde chuckled, "That slimy git is my godfather, and a spy for the Order."

"He's still a slimy git." Harry couldn't be bothered asking how Draco knew of the Order.

"True..."

"We need to learn to control out emotions; I mean, whoa!"

"What is it Harry?" Draco asked, his shoulder length hair shining. Harry got out of Draco's embraced and offered a hand, "Come see for yourself." Frowning, Draco took the offered hand and his silver eyes widened at their reflection. Instead of being an average height teenage boy, Draco's body was covered in muscle, giving him a lean, agile build. He was slightly taller, now rivalling the height of the Weasel. His platinum blonde hair reached the tips of his shoulder, tousled and light gold and blood red razor feathered wings stretched majestically from his back, lined with glowing silver. His eyes were liquid silver and shone like the moon. "Gryffindor colours; how nice." Harry commented. Draco blushed, noting the observation, before raking his eyes over the raven haired boy.

The former boy had a well toned, slightly tanned, petite body. But the angelus/everto side of him had him having a similar build to Draco, just with broader shoulders and shorter legs. His height shot up significantly, just a bit taller than Draco's previous form. Harry's hair still stuck everywhere, in that 'look-everyone-I've-just-been-shagged' look and grew down to his collarbone. His golden skin made him look like he spent his entire life tanning on the beach. His wings, razor feathered like Draco's, were black and ruby, lined with a burning emerald. The same colour and shine as his eyes.

"What do you think people would do if I walked to class like this?" Draco wondered

"Well," Harry answered, "first, they would gape at you even more, then they would try to make a move and finally, they would be flying across the room or under severe pain, courteous of me."

"Severe pain?"

"Nobody touches my mate." Harry growled; his green eyes then widened, if they had not clearly understood why that statement was just said out loud. Draco grinned at Harry's stammering, "I-I-I don't know w-what I j-just s-s-said..."

Draco chuckled again and cradled Harry in his arms, avoiding the relaxed wings as he did, "I understand..." he whispered.

"Does it hurt?" Draco asked, as he hovered over Harry's chest. The blonde lightly touched Harry's newly healed neck.

"Yes, but not as much anymore."

Draco nodded and resumed his healing. Sectumsempra was a difficult cut to heal and he needed all his concentration and knowledge, "You didn't have to do that for me you know."

"Yes I did," Harry replied fiercely, "I stand by what I said before. Nobody touches my mate." Draco smiled and kissed Harry on his forehead as he mulled over that afternoon's events.

---Flashback---

Harry and Draco were leaving Defence against the Dark Arts, ignoring all the looks that they were receiving. A lot of them were just relieved that they have given up fighting over something that was so trivial, but a lot of them also felt betrayed that the leaders of their house no longer nurtured the tradition of house rivalry.

"Harry!" Said wizard turned to meet face to face with Ron. With his face as red as his hair, he growled, "Mate, why in the name of Merlin are you with that ferret?"

"Ron," Harry replied calmly, "Draco and I are now friends."

"Friends?" he howled in disbelief, "And since when was Malfoy Draco?" The redhead turned to Draco and shouted, "You fucking brainwashed him you git!"

"I did nothing of that sort Weasel," Draco drawled, but reached for his wand, "it was his choice; his idea really."

"Liar!" Ron roared, "SECTUMSEMPRA!"

"Ron, no!" Harry yelled and pushed Draco out of the offending curse. Harry screamed in pain as the curse cut his neck and chest, stretching over from his shoulders to his hip. "Harry!" Ron and Draco both yelled. Ron made a start to Harry but Draco shoved him not-too-lightly out of the way. Hermione and Blaise rushed to his side the moment they could get through the crowds. "Clear off Weasel!" Draco hissed warningly. His body already started to change, his hair lengthened and large wings soon sprouted from his back, forming a protective dome over Harry,

"Clear the crowds. I need to get him back to our room." Students were massing in numbers as they all tried to get a look at the commotion but a small pathway was formed when Hermione and Blaise started shouting orders, and hexing those who didn't obey. The rest just cowered under Draco's aura as his rage shook the castle. "We've got to get him out of here! Both of them!" Hermione cried to Blaise.

Draco's eye's burned as he strode through the castle carrying his bleeding mate.

---End Flashback---

"Ron will come around." Harry reassured. Draco growled but kissed Harry slightly on his forehead, neck and chest. He pulled back and watched the wounds heal.

Someone was knocking on their door. And whoever they were, they were impatient. Couldn't blame them though, it was hours past curfew. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He opened the door to a fidgeting Hermione and a-

"Need any more help with researching?" Blaise barged into the duo's private rooms and made a bee line for a new book that arrived for them that morning, which none of them have bothered to read, called Pleasurable Desires: The Karma Sutra of the Wizarding World.

"No," Draco said slowly, raising a pale eyebrow, "You just help yourself."

"Thanks;" Blaise chuckled, "now let's see what we have here." He muttered.

Harry looked up from his Transfiguration essay, just one waiting in his to-do-before-he-got-screwed-for-not-handing-it-in-on-time list, and smirked at the conversation. Rolling his eyes, he looked over at Draco, who was lounging his elegant body on their bed, reading. Feeling Harry's gaze on him, the blonde looked up and smiled. A genuine smile, ignoring Harry's double take as the brunette was not accustomed to anything but smirks and insults. He stood up and walked over to the large window that overlooked the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.

"Pretty isn't it?" Harry asked, moving to stand next to Draco, ignoring the scene behind him. Blaise was shoving sex books under Hermione's nose and wagging his eyebrows suggestively. Her response was to cuff him over the head, "I never saw the world like this until I came to Hogwarts; before I discovered magic my life was nothing."

Draco's eyebrows shot to his hairline at these words, "Famous Harry Bloody Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, The Boy who Lived, and The Chosen One, never cared for life before he discovered magic?"

"That's the thing; I'm not one of those things. I'm just Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter. I was almost sorted into Slytherin," Draco did a double take on that confession, "but I begged the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor."

"Good thing it did," Draco mused, "The other houses would've had no chance whatsoever in Quidditch." Harry laughed slightly, "I feel like going for a run."

"Yea same," the blonde replied, "the moon just seems so pretty tonight. But we'll never be allowed outside the castle at this time of night." Harry grinned broadly and started towards his trunk.

"Harry?" Draco asked, "What are you doing?" The brunette was rummaging through his trunk, throwing his possessions all over the floor; the Slytherin frowned at his newly formed mess, he was not cleaning that up. Harry emerged, grinning, from the pile of discarded junk holding a large silvery cloak. "Is that what I think that is?" No, Draco thought, that can't be...

"It's an invisibility cloak Draco," Hermione chuckled from her position on the floor, "Harry's had it since first year."

"Hermione, look at this..."

"That's...vulgar Blaise. Don't get any ideas."

"Don't worry, I've already got them."

The girl blushed furiously and thumped a heavy looking book at Blaise's head. Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "They are so going to get together."

"Right, when hell freezes over!" Hermione screeched, "Where are you going?"

"For a walk," Harry answered simply.

"You know that we can't be outside our dorms right?" Blaise asked uncertainly as he subtly put Screaming Magic and Red Hot Sins inside his bag.

"Why were we given so many of those books?" Draco asked, disgusted.

"Because I'm nice, I'm going to let you guys have this one," Blaise said, "Pleasurable Desires: the Karma Sutra of the Wizarding World, this is my favourite and the best."

"How generous of you" Harry muttered sarcastically

"You're going out? Now?"

"Obviously..."

"It's the moonlight isn't it?" Hermione asked, with a small smile on her face as she looked up from her book.

"H-how did s-she..." Draco stammered

"It's Hermione Draco," Harry explained, "She knows everything."

"Yea," Draco said, "There's something about it...what is it?"

"See for yourself," she replied, "I've got a feeling tonight will give you lots of answers."

"And I think tonight would give you a lot of answers," Blaise purred, "And experience."

"Answers to what?"

"How effective these sex books are..."

"Bloody Merlin! What is wrong with you?!"

"I'm a horny teenager, who finds himself quite an expert on all sex books, sitting next to a pretty girl. Does that explain enough?"

Harry merely laughed, removed his arm from Draco's shoulder and hummed happily as he walked towards the door, beckoning Draco to him. The blonde missed the warmth immediately and couldn't seem to get the feel of Harry's hot breath on his neck, nor the intensity of happiness in those bright emerald eyes.

"So what exactly does the moonlight do to them?" Blaise asked Hermione after they left.

"The moonlight shows them who they truly are, and where destiny put them."

"...that was just maddeningly unhelpful."

The moonlight glowed against the dark starlit sky. Harry breathed in the fresh air as the duo made their way to the Forbidden Forest. "Harry look," Draco whispered.

"What?" But he didn't need an answer. He could already feel his body changing as the light shone on him. Emotions surged through his body like the ice at the welcoming feast. One certain emotion ran high and low, deep and shallow; but he couldn't identify it. He turned to Draco, and sighed as he saw his mate bathed in the moonlight, glowing his eyes and wings.

"Draco, beautiful...mine." Before he could stop himself, or question what in Merlin's name he was doing, he grabbed Draco by the arms and pushed his lips against the others. Draco responded immediately. It was a slow, passionate kiss under the night sky. Their wings unfurled and glowed more brightly than ever. Tongues slid against each other lovingly until their lungs cried out desperately for oxygen.

Holding each other's foreheads close to one another, Draco whispered, "William Shakespeare, great grandson on Merlin once said; 'To be or not to be, that is the question.'"

He cast his silver eyes on the lustful green, "To be or not to be, Harry?"

The brunette didn't even hesitate, "To be."

A/N: Yay! Happy finish to a new chapter

Nothing really happens here I suppose...but anyhow I would really love reviews.