A/N: ok so this is a long one, hope you all enjoy it, and I want to say thanks again for all the support, I know my spelling and grammar are not the best (by any means) but I do have a wonderful beta now, called 'TheGingerbread Man15' so she'll be working her way up behind me, so the chapters will soon be edited. In the meantime here it is… enjoy. ^_^

I want to dedicate this chapter to iceheart for the unbelievable reviews, thank you soooo much you made my day, I can't believe you've read and reread my other story, I makes me happy all the way down to my toes. Grins. You rock. This one's for you.

Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort using powers gained form his newly acquired, very rare and extremely powerful Animagus form. But this extraordinary gift has its downsides. And when Harry imprints on a stranger in the wood will he be able to complete the bond or should the question will he want to. Ok so this is my second ever story and first ever Harry Potter fic so R&R.

Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, though I wish I did.

Warning: this story contains YAOI boy/boy don't like don't read.

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Chapter Seven

Things were getting out of hand.

Ever since Harry had found out that Malfoy was the dragon almost a week ago now, his emotions had been spinning out of control. One minute he was peaked with inexplicable need to be near the other boy. A need that seemed like it was growing, with what felt like every hour ( for he had not met up with the dragon since he had discovered his identity, and the emptiness in his chest was growing unbearable). And then next minute he was being plunged into the darkest loathing for his rival turned mate- for there was no disputing that that was what the Slytherin was- even if Harry hated to admit it. The Gryffindor couldn't take it anymore, it was too much! A teenage boy just didn't have the emotional range or maturity to deal with this roller coaster of feelings.

In a word it was exhausting.

The dark haired saviour was currently sitting in the last class of the term. Unfortunately it was transfiguration. He didn't even dare look up at his head of house as she explained about the assignment that the class was to complete over the Halloween holidays.

As he had predicted McGonagall had been outraged that he and Malfoy had failed to complete the cleaning task she had set them during their last detention, as punishment she had decreed that they make up the missing time by performing another, even more unpleasant task tonight.

So when everyone was heading home for Halloween or relaxing in their common rooms Harry was to be forced into spending an immeasurable amount of time doing god only knows what, with the one person he could not handle being around right now. Yes McGonagall was evil genius.

* Flashback *

" But Professor, doesn't Malfoy usually go home over the Halloween holidays?" Harry tried to protest.

"Mr Potter I'm sure I am thoroughly impressed by your somewhat oddly extensive knowledge of Draco Malfoy , however I do not appreciate your interrupting me." Harry blushed red as the elderly witch glared pointedly that him. "As I was about to say, Mr Malfoy is spending the holidays here this year and so is able to participate in the penalty for skipping your detention."

"But why-" Harry couldn't stop himself from trying to ask. Why was Malfoy staying in school? He would have thought the blond's mother would be desperate to have him at home as much as possible, what with Lucius being locked up and all…

"Potter unless you would like dentations until you graduate you had better stop asking questions and leave my office right now, I have a lot of marking to be getting on with and your stimulating conversation is not helping get it done any faster."

Harry stood up from his chair sulkily. Trying to remember that he did actually like the woman that sat behind the large wooden desk across the room. Sometimes it was surprisingly easy to forget.

* End of Flashback *

As Harry's thoughts came back to the present he realised with some disconcertment that his gaze had once again come to rest on the blond Slytherin. Trying to be inconspicuous about it, he let his eyes trail over his…mate- yep that was going to be a tough one to swallow.

Well the Slytherin was good looking Harry had to give him that. He scanned the other's long slim build and pale skin. Ok so maybe good looking wasn't the word- hell, half the girls in school were crushing on him with that 'reformed bad guy' act he had going on.

He watched as the blond swept the silky stands of nearly white hair from his eyes before he continued to write. Malfoy must have stopped gelling it back after the war, now the soft tresses fell freely about his face in stylish bangs, while the back of his hair was clipped short. 'It suits him' Harry mused. It softened the Slytherin's sharp features giving them an almost vulnerable look while at the same time half veiling the blond's striking grey eyes as if to hide a mystery that lay deep within those unfathomable orbs.

Unfathomable orbs that sudden turned to lock with his shocked green ones. Crap.

Harry felt his face heat up as he realised that he had had caught staring. Again. The Gryffindor was just about to hurriedly advert his gaze, when he spotted the bloom of pink the spread across Malfoy's pale cheekbones. Not able to prevent it, his eyes flickered back up to meet the other boy bewilder Grey ones. Yes Malfoy was defiantly attractive, 'Merlin I think I really might be gay… Damn!' Something in his face must change because Malfoy's eyes swiftly went form confused to spiteful before the blond turned away with a sneer.

'Great. Just my luck to be suck with a mate who hates my guts.' Harry thought turning away from the other boy as well and started to copy the homework assignment of Hermione's notes- he given up trying to read Ron's, he was sure that the redhead even had trouble understanding the chicken-scratch he called writing.

After a few minutes of writing his thoughts drifted back to Malfoy, 'But if he does hate me all that much, then how come he got hard that time and how come he kept coming to meet me all those nights?

When he had first found out, Harry had hoped the Draco might not have figured out that he was the Lyfth but he had soon come to realise that the Slytherin was sure to know, he had been too close to Harry during the final battle not to have seen his Animagus form (even if he didn't know what exactly it was) and he had also, Harry had remembered, made a few weak insults, to do with Harry's hair looking like a lions main at the war trials.

'Oh shit, what if- what if Malfoy does hate me and it's just the Magic of this imprinting malarkey that made him do all those things.' What was he thinking about of course it was just the magic, it all made since now, why Malfoy had stopped insulting him and why the blond couldn't bear to look at him and even why the dragon had disappear off and on when they had first met in the woods.

Oh god He was and idiot, how could he not have realised this before. Sure he hated that he had imprinted in the blond but in the end it was his issue and now he was dragging the blond down too. He wondered if the Slytherin knew what was happening to him? He'd have to tell Malfoy at some point. ' Yeah, I can just see how that would go; hey Malfoy I hope you don't mind but I've imprinted on you, and now you're my destined mate, so whatever weird attraction your feeling for me is just this Animagus magic trying to help me get in your pants.' Yeah he could see that going down well. Not.

Suddenly a memory of Hermione speaking about imprinting jumped to the front of his mind "-it binds the Lyfith, heart and soul to this being, it's mate, practically stripping it of it's free-will. It becomes their whole existence with no guarantees that the other will feel the same way."

But if it wasn't the imprinting magic then…no, no it had to be the magic, maybe the books got it wrong. Because if they were right that meant that Harry's heart soul, and joke of a free-will would soon belonged Malfoy who would have no reason, not to take full advantage of the young saviour. Suddenly telling Malfoy about the whole mates thing was at the very bottom of his 'things I would rather chew my own arm off than do' list.

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Harry said his goodbyes to Ron and Hermione at the front door of the school and watched them climb onto the Thestral drawn carriage that would take them to the train station. The couple planed to spend the Halloween holidays at Hermione's parents house and come back late Tuesday night ready for classes on Wednesday morning. As Harry waved them off he sighed, he had known about their plans for a while now but after recent events he really wished the pair could stay and help distract him from more sensitive thoughts. He still hadn't told his best friends about the dragon and now with it turning out to be Malfoy, he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to. Ron would probably keel over- and then what he'd have, a mate he despised and a dead best friend. Joy, just what every seventeen-year-old boy wants (he chose to completely ignore that buzz that he heard when he thought of despising the blond).

"Knut for your thoughts?" a deep, familiar voice asked from behind him.

"Remus!" Harry exclaimed when he saw the werewolf, "you said in your letter that you wouldn't get here until Sunday." Harry accused throwing his arms around the older man.

"Haha, take it easy Harry." Remus laughed, patting the young Gryffindor on the back fondly. "Your right but I found myself able to come a day or two earlier, I do hope you don't mind too much." Remus smiled.

"Of course I don't mind, it so good to see you, it's been so long!" Harry said with conviction as he finally released the other man and stepped back.

"Harry I live with you in Grimmauld Place and you've only been at school for a month or two" the werewolf chuckled. " I would have thought you would've had been getting sick of the sight of me."

"Don't be stupid your family, you can't get sick of family." Harry said the word family warmly and realiseed that he felt lighter somehow- though the familiar emptiness in his chest still throbbed. Suddenly an image of Malfoy spread out beneath him, his creamy cheeks tinted pink and his breath huffing in out in small pants, came to his mind. Harry quickly shook his head and tried to suppress the warmth that tingled through his stomach before he turned away from the wizard in fort of him.

"Harry?"

"…"

"What's wrong Harry?" Remus asked, coming up behind the teen and taking him by the shoulders and slowly turning him so they faced each other once again. Some thing was different about the boy, Remus noted now, he look somehow diminished and yet at the same time completely and startlingly limitless. His werewolf senses registered the differences too. "Shall we go back to my office and talk?" the fair-haired man suggested, looking down at Harry. When the teenager gave a small nod Remus turned and guided them down the corridor.

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"Well that is something." Remus said once Harry had finished telling him about all Animagus information that Hermione had found since they had started school, "Why did you never mention any of this in your letter Harry?" The ex-Marauder asked, taking a sip of tea.

"I-I don't know I guess I didn't want you to be worried." Harry quickly defended himself.

"Oh Harry of course I'm worried but I also know that you can deal with this, you've so much strength in you, you get that from James, you know." The werewolf said softly as he refilled the cups with the steaming teapot.

"Well I don't feel very strong right now." The young Gryffindor muttered glumly.

When he was finished pouring Remus looked up at Harry, a question in his eyes "Is it that your afraid of imprinting, or that you already have?" He watched as the-boy–who-lived splutter for a second before he continued " you've already imprinted on someone. Yes? Can I ask who?"

"Mm I-I don't know, I mean yes…I think b-but I don't know who it is," Harry scramble for an excuse, he couldn't tell Remus that he'd imprinted on Malfoy but maybe he could tell the werewolf about the dragon. "Mm you see they're a dragon."

Harry could see Remus trying very hard to keep a straight face and take in the absurd piece of knowledge he'd just blurted out but after a few second the Dark Arts Professor's face broke into confusion. "You imprinted on a animal?"

"No! No god no eew gross, no on another Animagus. A dragon Animagus but I don't who it is." Harry corrected fast.

"I see, well that makes a lot more sense." Remus visibility relaxed and Harry almost wanted to laugh at the ex-Gryffindor and what he must have thought. " Have you had much interaction with this dragon then?" the older wizard asked.

"Um , yeah I guess I have…well we go running at night-"

"You've been going outside, pass curfew?" Remus interrupted looking with disapproval at Harry's sheepish smile. "Never mind, I should have guessed, please continue."

"Well that's it really." He didn't want to say, that he'd stopped going to meet the dragon, because then Remus would want to know why. So instead he decided to ask about another issue that the werewolf might be able to help with after all Remus had been mated to his godfather Sirius. "But well I think that it might- that it could be a…boy." Harry said the last word in a whisper as if it was a curse word and he was five.

"And how do you feel about that?" The Dark Arts professor asked calmly.

"I don't really know, I mean I never really… you know fancied any boys but then I guess I've never liked any girls that much either. Well there was Cho but kissing her was pretty gross, all wet. Yuck. Then there was Ginny and I knew she wanted me to ask her out, but I was really busy with the war and she's Ron little sister and I didn't you know…well yeah." Harry finished in a rush sucking in a shaky breath. " Did you fancy boys before Sirius?"

A bit taken aback, Remus blinked, and then smiled ruefully shaking his head. "No I didn't, but I did love Sirius very much." The wizard said softly his eyes growing sad.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, it must be painfully to lose a mate." Harry apologised, knowing it's still hurt him to think about his godfather sometimes.

"Yes it is Harry, one of the most painful things I've ever gone through. I hope it's something that you never have to experience." The man said and Harry could never imagine himself loving Malfoy that much, that he'd be torn the way Remus was now if he ever lost him. When Harry had lived together with the werewolf over the summer, he had heard the wizard crying out his godfather's name a few times late at night, especially the full moon was near.

"But don't be sorry for talking about him, god know Sirius loved to be the centre of attention, so unlike me, we were complete opposites and yet somehow managed to balance each other out perfectly. I miss him everyday." Remus's crooked smile was still a little forlorn.

"How did you tell him that he was your mate?" Harry asked, shifting forward on his seat.

" Ha, well I didn't actually, he told me as it turned out" the fair-haired man said and smiled brightly at some memory.

"What?"

"Yes well, let me see, I had known that Sirius was my mate of nearly two months, and yet I couldn't quite bring myself to tell him, I was scared of wrecking our friendship, you see. But the wolf's instincts to claim it's mate were getting harder and harder to repress but still I held back. Of course both Sirius and James knew that I'd eventually find a mate, those two knew all my secrets except for the fact that my mate was to be one of Sirius. Well I thought they didn't know but then one night Serious just came straight up to me, where I was reading in the corner of Gryffindor common room and said 'It's me right, I'm your mate?' he didn't even let me answer before he kissed me right there in front of everyone. But that was Sirius, he always faced things straight on and never stopped to think them through." Remus shook his head in amusement.

"Didn't he ever mind being someone's mate and not having any say in it." Harry asked, thinking of Malfoy.

"No I don't think he did mind," Remus answered "And although it was because of my being a werewolf that caused us to become mates, it was his choice to complete the bond and he did so willingly.

"Oh, well that's nice, I guess" Harry said trying sound sincere but all he could think was that there was no way the Malfoy would willingly be bonded to him-not that Harry even wanted him to be- god his life was messed up.

"Are you worried about forcing whoever this dragon is into being your mate? " the fair-haired wizard asked intuitively. "I sure this imprinting thing is quite I bit different from werewolf mating but in the end it's about find your soul mate, isn't it. The one person who is perfect for you, so you shouldn't worry about it too much Harry, if this person really is your mate then they can't be all that unwilling. And also you mustn't forget that a dragon is a magical creature too, so whoever he is, he's probable got some predestined connection to you too, you know. There are a few breeds of dragons out there that have predetermined soul mates.

"How do you know that?" Harry asked, not able to believe that he'd never thought about the fact Malfoy also had a magical creature for an Animagus form, 'Hm, wonder if he can do anything…dargony in human form.'

"Well as you can imagine I have done a fair bit of reading on the subject." Remus smiled indulgently; as if he were talking to a small child- really Harry could be thick sometimes. You shouldn't let Hermione do all your research for you, the older man reprimanded; it's your life after all.

'Hn like I could forget.' Harry grinned a little embarrassed but nodded. He felt a lot better after talking to the werewolf. "So do you want me to help you unpack?"

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Draco looked at the remains of the request he had written to his mother asking to go home for Halloween, it had been return a few days ago ripped to shreds and the pieces cursed to gave who ever touched them a severe case of bursting boils- a clear no if there ever was one- at this point he was worried about were he was going to live if his mother wouldn't accept him back into the Manor when school was finished. Technically Malfoy Manor as well the majority of the Malfoy inherence had passed to him when his father was incarcerated. He would receive the rest when he turned eighteen, maybe he could stay in the London house, until this things with his mother had blown over. He did like the city.

Shutting the drawer that contained the cursed fragments of paper, the blond looked down at his watch. Shit. He couldn't put it of for any longer, standing the Slytherin prince made his way from his empty dormitory and to the castle entrance were he was to meet McGonagall and Potter for what was hopefully their last distension together- god he was about ready to be nice to Hufflepuffs if it meant he'd never have to do another detention with the Scarhead. The Gryifindor would probably bring up his hard on and call him a discussing fag.'Just get it over with Draco, you can do this.'

When he got there Potter was already standing with McGonagall. He didn't look at either of them; instead he pretended a mild fascination with the buttons of his shirt.

Soon enough McGonagall had them both outside standing in front of that nutty Gamekeeper's hut, waiting while she knocked on the door. After a few minutes the door cracked open to admit the bearded oaf. "'ello there Professor" the half-giant greeted in a rumbling grit.

"Rubeus, these are the students I promised you, if you could please explain what they are to do and put them to work I would be greatful. If that's all, than I be on my way. The witch finished and started to walk back toward the light of the castle, Draco would have given his left arm to go with her.

"'ello there 'arry, what are you doin' here? Got yerself into a spot of trouble again, eh." Hagrid chuckle good naturally.

"Yeah something like that." Draco heard the Gryffindor answer, the blond gritted his teeth in annoyance. Damn McGonagall, she was a bloody witch and not the magic kind.

"We're not here for you to try tried and improve your pitifully poor conversation skills Potter." The blond spat. He turned to the half-Giant "What is it we're supposed to do and please Merlin tell me we can do it separately, I can feel my brain cells dying just by standing this close to Potter."

"Now Mr Malfoy don't be goin' and yer kickers in a twist." Hagrid cautioned and Draco heard Potter trying to stifle a snigger and not doing a very good job of it. His steely eyes narrowed menacingly but the Gamekeeper continued "I'm afraid that you'll both be going into the forbidden forest together, you see Professor Sprout is looking for a rare plant called an Urainain Fux Fern, and it only grows in this here wood," the big lout announced proudly. At this point Hagrid started to rummage through his oversized pockets and pulled out a crumbled piece of parchment, which he of course handed to Potter- the staff in this place were ridiculously biased.

"This will be what your looking for 'arry." Here's yer glove's and bucket's and whatever you do, don't touch the leafs with yer bare hands, d'ya hear. Nasty results, nasty." The half-Giant grimaced then after a second smiled brightly "Of you go then."

'Perfect' Draco thought tetchily. As he and Potter made their way beneath the dense, overgrown trees. It was weird to be together in this forest in their human forms, it seemed so much bigger and foreboding. Unconsciously he took a step closer to the boy at his side. He hadn't been here with Potter in Animagus form for a while. Potter hadn't shown up at their clearing for the last week for whatever reason, not that Draco patricianly cared, but it was just bad manners to break an appointment without informing the other party first. Then he remember that he had done the same thing a few times to the Gryffindor, but well…that was a completely different situation…

"Lumos!"

The blond turned just in time to be blinded by the white light that erupted from his so-called mates wand.

"Bloody hell Potter watch where you're pointing that stick of yours, are you trying to do, blind me permanently?" Draco hissed rubbing his tearing eyes. Suddenly he felt a rough hand on his jaw lifting his head up.

"Stop struggling, let me see… " He hear Potter voice close to his ear "your fine." the wizarding hero said, still holding the blond's chin firmly with warm his fingers "there permanent damage." Draco concentrated on blinking the spots from his eyes for a minute, before he even realised that Potter was still touching him.

"There better not be." the blond said gruffly, trying not to blush idiomatically as he pulled away, a little reluctant to lose the pleasant flickering that had trickled through his skin at the contact.

"What this plant look like then." Draco said roughly trying to get his mind to focus.

"Hm, what? Oh here." the Gryffindor held out the parchment the Hagrid have given him for Draco to see.

"Right then, you look to the left and I'll search to the right, ok?" Draco inquired gruffly. When other boy nodded they set to work. They kept their backs more or less together as they searched in silence, once or twice the bumped into each other but neither commented when this happened, instead they focused on the task.

After a short while Potter spoke up, "you finding anything?"

"Nothing, Merlin I'm beginning to doubt if this so called 'Fux Fern' even exists.

"I know right, McGonagall's probably sadistic enough to have us out here searching for something that doesn't exist.

"Are you mocking me Potter" Draco demanded, abruptly defensive.

"What! No, I'm agreeing with you, you twit." Potter laughed.

"Oh" Draco said feeling slightly embarrassed now. "Maybe we should split up and look?" the Slytherin suggested uncertainly.

"No, no you heard Hagrid, we have to stay together. Harry said quickly, knowing that they had both walked through this forest many times by themselves and yet he was unwilling to part from the other boy now, the emptiness in his chest had begun to loosen with Malfoy's nearness and his loathed to part from it.

"Alright then…" Draco conceded, echoing Harry thoughts; that they had both been out here by themselves plenty of times, though Potter didn't know that, but surly the Gryffindor wasn't staying with him out of concerned for Draco's welfare? No point thinking about it, Merlin only knew what the Wonder boy's reasons were, probably some moronic hero complex that even extended to the people he didn't like. The boy was an imbecile

"Hey did you hear that?" Potter abruptly asked in a whisper.

"Hear what?" Draco wondered, looking around.

"That" Potter said urgently but still quietly, "Here, shine your wand over here ." the dark haired boy demanded but he didn't wait for Draco to comply but instead grabbed the Slytherin's bear forearm in his tanned hand and pointed both their wands toward a darkly shadowed area of the forest. For the space of three heartbeats they stayed like that, Potter with his chest brushing Draco's back , their left arms extended and Potter's wand caught between his palm and the back of Draco's as the other boy still clutched at the blond's hand. They were both completely focused on the deepest part of the remaining shadow. Draco could hear it now too, like a rustling of shoes on dried leafs. Draco strained his eyes painfully, something was moving in the darkness he could almost- suddenly a little squirrel jumped out of the shadow and Draco heart nearly stop. Fuck…you've got to be joking me.

"Oops" Potter said form behind him, and Draco could feel the words vibrated through his back-when had they gotten that close? "Guess it was just a squirrel."

Draco whose heart was still beating like a hummingbird's rolled his eyes "Gesh, Potter, way to overreact much?" then he was smirking.

"Hn, well at lest I didn't jump when the bloody thing jumped out of there." The Gryffindor shot back.

"I didn't jump!" Draco protested, spinning around to face the other boy only to find himself too close of comfort, all words dyed on his lips as he felt the Gryffindor's breath on his face, the dark haired boy smiling. They were nearly nose to nose-and really Potter wasn't that much smaller than him after all, it must be his bad posture, the slob was always slouching- These irrational thought buzzed around the blond's head as he stood there motionless, starring once again into the sea of green, that were the other boy's eyes. And then Potter was leaning in, just like before.

-Crack-

Both boys sprang apart, and turned quickly towards the noise that had been too close and too loud to have been a squirrel.

There standing not ten feet away was a strange wizard hooded and cloaked, beneath the shadow of a twisted, ancient tree. A second later two more wizards moved out of the darkness to stand behind the first.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded roughly, raising his wand.

"…"

Draco moved closer to the other boy's side and raised his own wand as Potter said, "Trespasser are not tolerated on these grounds, you'd better move along." Still the strangers said nothing. Draco didn't like the look of this, who were this people? Why were they even here in the Forbibben Forest in the middle of the night?

The first curse was cast without warning and hit of Harry hastily raised shield just before it could hit Draco. Stunned Draco raised his own shield, his hand growing cold as he gripped his wand too tightly. Three hexes came together this time as the strangers yelled out various spells but Harry and Draco were ready of them this time. Harry counter one of them and deflected a second, Draco counter the third shouting "Locomotor Mortis" but the cures was merely redirected to hit a near by tree.

The next few minutes were lost to battle; the deadly lights of curses and jinxes lit the night air in a barrage of colours. Draco's breathing was growing more and more laboured and he could hear Potter breathing just as heavily. This wasn't good.

"Avada Kadavra."

Draco threw himself to the damp ground just in time to avoid being hit by the killing curse and rolling quickly to his feet, he spat "Flipendo" and the wizard who had cast the unforgivable few backward and hit his head of a tree. But as Draco watched this, one of the now unconscious wizard's companions threw 'Expelliarmus' and the blond's wand flew from his hand and landed a few feet back into the forest.

Form the corner of his eye his could see Potter caught up in a fierce battle with one of the strangers. The other, the one that had disarmed him was moving toward him slowly with a raised wand, a curse forming on his cracked lips. Draco's mind was blank, was this how he was going to die? A Hex hit him in the shoulder, he didn't know what it was but he could feel the blood trickle down his arm.

"This is for betraying our cause, traitor" The hooded stranger growled.

"Malfoy, quickly change into the dragon!" he heard Harry scream form where he fought his own duel.

Draco blinked. With propose and direction once again the blond teen threw himself out of the way of the oncoming unforgivable. And sprinted for his wand. Grapping it tightly, he slipped straight into the necessary mindset- at once thankful that he changed nearly every night. For the change came quickly, now in his dragon shape he whipped around to face his pursuer. Swinging his head low to meet the man's eyes he bared his razor sharp teeth. A sinister growl came form his deep within his chest. The man before looked terrified, Draco grinned darkly. Pulling damp air into his lungs until he felt the familiar itch and catch fire, then suddenly scorching flames were bellowing form his open mouth. The enemy wizard shielded himself and quickly backed away as fast as he could. When the flame died out, Draco slowly began to circle his prey.

"Jinkins we weren't told about this" the stranger screamed at his companion who was now fending off and a huge winged lion. "We were told it was just going to be the boy, by himself!" the retreating man cried as he reached the tree where his friend was still unconscious.

"Ok fine, lets get out of here" the one called Jinkins called back looking more an a little frantic quickly the dark wizard threw one last weak cruse at the Lyfith before, then immediately disapparated.

The wizard who had fought Draco grabbed hold of his fallen companions robes and disapparated too.

Draco didn't change back straight away. He was still on high alert, he was worried that they- whoever they were- might come back, it wasn't until he felt a cool hand on his flank that he looked away form the spot the strangers had disappeared to where Potter was standing beside him in human form once again.

"It's all right Malfoy, they're not coming back" Harry reassured the dragon "Well of now a least, you can change back."

Draco trying to calm his heartbeat to do just that, when he finally felt the shifting of light at triggered the transformation, he open his eyes to a much lower vantage point.

"Your bleeding!" Potter exclaimed moving quickly to the blond's side. "Come on, we have to get you to Pomfrey." The boy-who-lived said pulling at the blond's uninjured arm.

Draco stopped the Gryffindor by grabbing the boy's arm. Potter looked back at him inquiringly. "How long have you known?"

"What?"

"How long have you known that I was the dragon?" Draco asked again, and watched as understanding settled over the Gyrffindor's face.

"Mm a-about a week, I guess, since the night of the last detention." Potter replied softly.

The Slytherin felt his cheek flame at the other's mention of that night. "You, you should had said something." The blond hissed with more venom then he intended, snatching his arm away form the other teen.

"Yeah, like your one to talk ,you've known it was me form the start!" Harry shot back, not at all sure why he was shouting as he watched the Slytherin march of into the woods without saying anything, heading for Hogwarts. That wasn't fair, if Malfoy wanted to start on who was in the wrong, he'd have to take some of the blame himself. He rushed to catch up with the blond stopping just in front of the now indignant boy barring his way. "Well that right isn't Malfoy, you knew, didn't you?"

"If you don't mind, I like to get my arm seen to." Draco huffed, looking a little uncertain and very uncomfortable.

"Oh it's not going to fall of right this minute." Harry dismissed, stepping closer to the blond and smiled in amusement as Malfoy stepped back to keep the space between them.

"Fine alright, yes I knew, how could I not with you lording it around." The blond snapped.

'Lording it around' Harry thought bemused. He took another step toward the Slytherin and watch as his counterpart took another step away looking a bit flustered now. Harry grinned, it was weird seeing Malfoy like this; so unsure, almost shy.

"Can we just go now?" The blond demanded.

"One more question?" Harry asked, grinning freely now.

"Grr, what?!" Draco growled out from between clench teeth.

"Do to hate me?" Harry asked, staring at the pale boy intensely.

The blond's head snapped up at the unexpected question "What?" he asked confused, what was Potter playing at. But the dark haired teen just kept staring at him waiting. "O-of course I hate you!" Draco said firmly "you're the bane of my god damn life, alright now let's go" the blond finished with a huff, about to push past the other boy, he'd had enough of whatever weird game Potter was playing.

Harry grinned wider as he heard the lie buzz beneath the blond's words. Malfoy didn't hate him, and that was all he needed to know right now because he couldn't stand the emptiness another minute. Just as the blond was about to slip by, Harry stopped him.

"Look Potter-" but what ever Draco was going to say was stopped short as the Gryfindor's lips covered his own. He struggled for a minute until he felt Potter hand slip up his back to cup the back of his neck. The blond felt something wet and warm slid over his bottom lip-dear sweet god, it was Potter tongue, what the hell, that idiot think he was doing! 'he had better not be planning on putting that any where near my' but the thought was cut short when the dark haired boy slipped his tongue inside Draco's mouth, running it along the blond's own. Potter kissed him deeply, moving his mouth over the Slytherin's teasingly. Draco couldn't pull away, he could feel the other boy panting against his mouth, feel as his strong arms encircled him until he was completely surrounded and warm. But it wasn't until he felt a gentle nip at his bottom lip that he started to really kiss back.

The blond struggled against the other boy's embrace until he got his arms free, once they were, Draco brought them up to tangle his hands in the Gryffindor's perpetually messy hair. Forcing the dark haired boy's mouth to open wider Draco deepened the kiss even more. He couldn't help the moan that slipped out, as Potter flicked his tongue over his. His body was trembling with the sparks of pleasure always erupted over him whenever the Gryffindor touched his skin, but right now it was doubled, tripled. And at that moment, Draco hoped that they would never stop.

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Yay they kissed! (Finally)

So what do you think? The next chapter should be a good one; I've got some fun stuff planed. Teehee. So review.

Also I just want to say to everyone reading this flick, I'm sorry about the vagueness of the side plot (aka. Jinkins). I want it to be a surprise and so I'm trying not to give too much away at the start, it will eventually come out into the open, but please bear with me till then and remember that is my first time writing anything like this, I hope that I'm not screwing it up to badly. ^_^

And thanks for all the helpful hints and suggestion on how to make this story better, after all that what it all about. grins.

It's proven that reviews help you type faster. Grins.

-wingedstranger