Warning: There is one bad word in this chapter. Proceed if you wish.


Unwanted Wings

Chapter Seven

Mating Symptoms, Quiddich Trouble, and a Mudblood

Draco entered the Grand Hall for breakfast with Blaise and Pansy. It had been a week since Draco lost his journal, and he still hasn't found it. He was a bit concerned that he hadn't found it… and that whoever had it didn't rat him out…

The three Slytherins took their seats at the Slytherin table. Draco found he wasn't that hungry, but he decided to stay with his friends. As usual, Pansy was babbling on about the latest gossip. This time it was something about a Ravenclaw tutoring a Hufflepuff and the Hufflepuff messing something up, causing the Ravenclaw to sprout wings where his ears should be. Draco ignored it, not caring about it.

The blonde Slytherin reached for his goblet full of pumpkin juice, and as he did he caught a glimmer of silver. Surprised he looked at the goblet and his hand, but nothing was silver nor out of the ordinary. So, Draco shrugged it off.

"Anyway… So, Dray… did you hear? They decided to hold a Yule Ball this year since it was such a big hit in fourth year!" Pansy exclaimed excitedly. Draco looked at her. "Really?"

"Mmmhmm!"

"Splendid." the blonde turning a fake smile to his friend, honestly not caring. Blaise looked to Pansy and said "Who are you going to ask, Miss Social-Butterfly?"

The Slytherin girl scowled him. "Don't call me that!"

Blaise laughed. Draco smiled at his friends. "Yes, do tell, Pans."

Pansy huffed once before cooling down. She then smiled and said "I don't know yet guys."

Blaise smirked. "Yeah right. You probably just don't want to tell us."

"Yeah." Draco agreed, smiling slightly. Pansy rolled her eyes irritatedly. "Now you boys, stop. I haven't chosen who will be the lucky guy to get to take me yet." She winked.

They all three laughed. Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table, the Golden trio were talking.

"What is Malfoy smiling about?" Ron asked as he watched the Slytherin trio laugh. Hermione turned her head around to look. "Oh, Ronald. Let them laugh. They are probably just joking around like we do."

Ron and Harry exchanged looks. Then, they looked at Hermione. "Listen, 'Mione… they are Slytherins." Ron stated.

"So?"

"Slytherins are evil!" he stated, leaning over the table, looking her dead in the eyes. She rolled her eyes. "No, only mischievous and sneaky."

Harry pursed his lips. Harry decided that he didn't want to join in their argument and looked over at Draco for himself.

The blonde looked to be having fun with his friends. His silvers were glistening with laughter. His pale pink lips were pulled up in an amused smile. His blonde hair he had started to wear it not slicked back. It looked… better. By far.

Harry looked away quickly. Where had those thoughts come from? Did he really think Draco looked good?

"Oi! 'arry! You listenin'? I was talkin' about the next Quiddich match." Ron broke the Gryffindor's train of thought. Harry blinked and looked at his best mate. "Yeah. What? Sorry."

Hermione pursed her lips. "You've been dazing out a lot, Harry. What is it that's bothering you?"

"Nothing's botherin' me, 'Mione. I'm fine. Really." he pressed, trying to show them he was. Hermione didn't look convinced one bit, but Ron nodded completely fine with that answer. "Alright. Well, anyway… Do you think that the Ravenclaws or the Slytherins will win tomorrow's match?"

Harry looked at Ron. "I think the Slytherin will. The Ravenclaws are good… But not that good." Especially since Draco is the Seeker.

Ron nodded, looking off into the distance with a sort of dazed thoughtful look, and spoke with food in his mouth. "Yeah. That's the only thing I'd give them credit for. And maybe potions…"

Alarm shot through Harry. "Oh no! I forgot to do my potions essay! Snape's gonna kill me…" He groaned. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "Well, if you'd do your homework…"

Ron's eyes widened. "We had homework for potions?!"

Hermione huffed. "Yes, Ronald! Didn't you hear him? He said that we had to right a twelve inch essay on the dangers of Amortentia."

Harry sighed. "I should go do it." He reluctantly got up. Ron did as well. "So should I."

The two Gryffindors headed back to the Gryffindor common room to do their required homework.


Out of the corner of Draco's vision, a flash of silver and pink, warm pink, flickered into his view. But when he looked up all he saw was the doors to the Grand Hall shutting. Hm…

Draco looked back at his friends. "I think I am going to go to the library before curfew."

Pansy looked at him. "Alrighty!"

Blaise nodded. "Alright. See ya later, Draco."

"See ya, Blaise." Draco said as he stood and left the Grand Hall, a few of the Slytherins glazes flicking over to him. He ignored them and left through the giant doors.

He wandered through the halls, not really heading for the library. He didn't feel up to studying right now, or even pleasure reading for that matter. He almost felt lost wandering the halls of Hogwarts, the school he's know for years. He felt… odd. Draco didn't know how to explain it.

The blonde shouldered his grey satchel, pausing in his walk. He felt confused suddenly. Why was he aimlessly wandering the halls? And why did he have a sudden urge to find his journal? Maybe he was just worried about it…? Hmm…

Still a bit confused, he began to walk once more, slower than before though as if in deep thought. He watched his feet as he walked. They were clad in a pair of canvas shoes that muggles wore, called Converse. They were black and white checkered, like a chessboard.

The Slytherin suddenly hit something, having walked into it. He fell to his bottom on the floor. He looked up at the thing he ran into, but… all he could see was the color pink, a warm pink. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, but still the shimmering pink silhouette of a human stood before his eyes. Panicked suddenly seized him.

"Malfoy?" a feminine voice reached Draco's highly trained ears. Still a bit panicked, he asked the pink image "Granger?" almost uncertainly.

"Are you alright?"

Draco was instantly alert and… confused. Granger? Being nice to him? Acting civil towards him? After all the mean things he was called and said about her?

He opened his mouth, but he can up speechless. Hermione smiled slightly at him. "I see. May I help you up then, or can you stand on your own?" she teased him a bit.

An insult instantly in his mind about how he can do it himself, he opened his mouth, but his tongue betrayed him. "Please… help me."

Draco wished he could hex himself or at least take back his words. He sounded so desperate and… vulnerable. He hated how weak he sounded. He didn't even want to admit to himself he was terrified, let alone Granger.

This momentarily surprised the Gryffindor. But once she got over her shock at hearing Draco sounding so desperate and in need of help, she set her books down on the floor and helped him up.

The moment he felt her touch, he tensed, unused to letting anyone touch him when he was in need, especially a girl. She paused her movements till Draco relaxed. Once he was standing she asked him "What is wrong that you needed help?"

Draco suddenly found himself shaking in fear. He could not loose his eyesight! If he did he didn't know what he would do! Hermione noticed his shaking.

"Malfoy?"

No answer.

"Malfoy."

Still no reply.

"Malfoy!" Hermione suddenly lost her cool. "Draco!"

This caused the blonde to snap back to himself. "W-What?"

She sighed tiredly and looked into the confused silver eyes of the Slytherin. "You tuned out for a bit. Are you alright?"

Still shaking Draco wasn't sure how to respond. He opened his mouth to attempt to, but nothing came out. Hermione silently guided him over to a deserted bench in the hallway and sat them both down.

Her arm still around his shoulders, she looked at him worriedly. Draco tried in vain to make out her face but could not. This caused him just more fear and a bit of frustration. The Gryffindor take a soft deep breath and said "Now… do you think you can tell me what is the matter?"

This caused the blonde's usual Slytherin side to snap out. "You want to know what's the matter, Granger?!" he seethed between his gritted teeth, causing the muggleborn to start in surprise. "I can't bloody see! All of you I can see is this bloody pink color! And it won't fucking go away!"

He had raised his voice on the last sentence, getting louder with every word. He turned his head towards Granger and could actually see the castle walls around her. He looked at the floor near her feet and noticed he saw the actual floor and not jut pink. But… what troubled him was Granger was still that horrid pink color.

Hermione watched him, hesitantly. She cautiously spoke. "Mal… Malfoy?"

Draco's attention snapped back to her. "Granger." he stated. She gasped softly. His eyes were glowing!

His usually silver-gray eyes were glowing like two twinkling stars in a clear night sky. The pupils could not be seen. All that Hermione could see was white light radiating out of his eye sockets. And just like a star, bits and pieces of different colors occasionally twinkled through his now blinding eyes.

Hermione's mind started to work as she sorted through what was going on. Draco's lack of vision, Draco seeing just the color pink, his glowing eyes… And for some reason, the blonde looked… shorter than last year… and more… feminine to be honest.

Sudden realization hit her. "You're an Angelus Humanae!" she exclaimed in a yelling whispered voice.

Draco's face paled, and his glowing eyes widened. "H-How… how…"

The Gryffindor smiled sadly. "I'm smarter than most, Draco. It was easy to figure out for me once I added up the facts. Don't worry." She added softly. "I won't tell."

The Slytherin suddenly blurted out. "Why?"

What was wrong with him today? He couldn't control his tongue!

"Why won't I tell anyone?" Hermione asked gently. When she received a slight hesitant nod, she continued softly "Because… though an Angelus Humanae is suppose to be dangerous… you just seem scared…"

With that she walked away before he could reply. He watched the pink figure walk away, and as she did his vision returned to normal. The pink faded into real colors, more correctly her bushy brown hair and the grey of her Hogwarts uniform.


Later that same day, Harry stood in the Gryffindor locker room as the dressed in their uniforms. For some reason, Dumbledore rescheduled the Quiddich match to this weekend, swapping the match with Slytherin versus Ravenclaw with the match Gryffindor versus Slytherin. But the Gryffindors weren't complaining. They loved a good challenge of a Quiddich game.

Harry swiftly put on his Quiddich robes. Then he got out his Firebolt. Being captain, all of his teammates listen to his brief plan to win before they broke and went out onto the Quiddich pitch.

Draco mounted his broom and waited up in the air for the snitch to be released and for the game to begin. The coach blew the whistle and threw the quaffle up in the air. The game had begun.

The Slytherin seeker looked to Harry Potter. His eyes watched the Gryffindors body language. His eyes would flick around looking for golden snitch before turning to the chasers and watching for a bit and then repeating the process. His muscles were tense yet loose, not tight, as if he could move at any given moment.

The blonde smiled slightly before he caught a glimpse of gold at the corner of his eye. The golden snitch flinted in front of his silver eyes. He was slightly startled, and Harry noticed. The snitch flew straight up, and Draco's gaze followed it. He then got into motion, Harry soon following.

The golden snitch lead them on a goose chase. It flew up high, then down low almost to the ground. It wove in an out of the stands and around the hoops. Draco nearly knocked into on, but a sharp turn upward had saved him, just barely.

Draco sped up as he got closer to the snitch. It flew up higher and higher, high above the field. Draco caught a glimpse of Harry out of the corner of his eye. He was catching up. With a determined glare, the Slytherin sped up even more and stretched his arm out to reach it. And just as his fingers brushed it, the snitch to a sharp turn and flew back down again.

Cursing silently, Draco almost fell off his broom as he turned his broom back down towards the snitch. He could see Harry in front of him now.

Draco sped up as both seekers headed straight for the ground. Pulling up suddenly, Draco saw the snitch swirl around Harry, spiraling around him and his broom, and darted up once more. The Slytherin seeker smirked slightly and looked around for the snitch once more, having lost sight of it.

His eyes widened as he saw a bludger headed straight towards him. He ducked his head just in time. His gaze hardened, and he turned his head to see the beater of the Gryffindors smirking. He scowled at the beater.

The blonde Slytherin suddenly saw Potter flying fast after something. Draco immediately sprang into action. He zoomed after Harry and the snitch. He caught up to them in no time. Both of the seekers had their hands reaching out towards the golden ball with wings.

Just as Harry's fingers close around the snitch, a bludger came out of nowhere and rammed hard into Harry's side. Giving a cry of surprise, the Gryffindor seeker was thrown towards Draco, successfully knocking the blonde off his broom. The Slytherin gave a cry of fear and surprise. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he fell. Suddenly his arm gave a rough jerk, his wrist having been caught by Harry, and he gave a soft cry of pain as he felt his arm being pulled out of its socket.

Draco opened his eyes and looked up as his savior, looked up at Harry Potter. His frantically beating heart started to calm as he realized he would not be hitting the ground and most likely dying.

As he stared up at Harry, he heard the defining silence of the shocked students and professors in the stands. He glanced down and saw a broom hit the ground, instantly snapping in half. It realized it was Harry's broom. Draco's eyes widened slightly. He looked back up at Harry instantly and found the Gryffindor to be watching him.

Harry couldn't believe their luck! His side where the blasted bludger hit him was killing him sure like bloody hell! But they were safe! They weren't falling to their deaths! He looked down at the Slytherin he was holding be the wrist as he went over in his head what had happened.

The bludger had hit him in the side, causing him so much pain! That little devil must have been flying at at least 80 mph, if not more! Anyway, the bludger had hit him and sent him flying into Draco sideways, knocking them both off their brooms. Harry, as he started to descend towards the ground grabbed a hold of Draco's wrist out of instinct and had also grabbed the blonde's broom at the last second. The golden snitch was trapped between the broom and his hand.

Harry didn't know what to do. How did he get back the broom with Draco in his hold. The blonde he realized was watching him. Suddenly, the Gryffindor had a brilliant yet dangerously stupid idea. Without even thinking about his idea and any consequences it may have, he release Draco's wrist and quickly swung onto the broom.

Loud gasps of shock and horror echoed through the Quiddich stands. The Harry Potter dropped someone! The very same guy who had the hero complex and wouldn't just let someone die! And at his own hand too!

Draco's eyes widened as he began to fall. He couldn't believe Harry would left him die! He didn't think Potter hated him that much. This hurt Draco to know that Harry would willingly let him die to save himself. Draco closed his eyes in painful acceptance.

Suddenly Draco landed on something. It sent pain through his lower body; his thighs, legs, and hips. He hissed in pain and found himself leaning forward in pain. His forehead hit something. His eyes instantly snapped open, and he almost fell off the broom, he realized, he was on. Suddenly terrified, his arms flew around the body of the person who saved him against his own will. He practically clung to said savior. Draco, against his own will again, began to tremble in fear and whimper softly once in almost painful relief.

Harry grinned widely like a madman. He couldn't contain his grin! His plan had worked! To flip onto the broom and catch Malfoy.

The Gryffindor seeker slowed the broom and glanced back at Draco. He could see the fear edged into the blonde though he couldn't see his face, which was pressed firmly into Harry's back.

The blonde's back was tense, and he was trembling, Harry noticed. His skin, where he could see it, looked paler than usual, and soft whimpering reached the raven haired teen's ears.

Having caught the snitch, he slowly descend to the ground, not wanting to go fast and risk scaring Malfoy anymore than he already was. The moment Harry landed he felt Draco's arms tighten around him. For some reason this caused the Gryffindor to smile.

"Harry! Are you alright?!"

Harry looked up to see his two best friends racing towards him with worry and relieve consuming their faces.

"Merlin, Harry! You scared us!" Ron exclaimed, breathlessly. Harry could tell he had given his friends quite a scare. Still on the broom and not noticing he was, the Gryffindor seeker smile slightly and couldn't contain his laughter.

Draco opened his eyes and saw the uniform of the Gryffindor's Quiddich team. His arms didn't loosen and he didn't move as he felt Harry's laughter rake through his body. He could hear the other two of the Golden trio yelling at him, well mainly Granger.

The Slytherin seeker slowly calmed down and heard someone say his name. He turned his head to the left and saw Blaise and Pansy looking at him with great relief, something he had never seen on a Slytherin before. It was… peculiar to see.

Draco release his death grip around Harry, much to the Gryffindor's relief. The blonde mad to get off the broom. His feet touch the ground, and he stood. He cried out in pain, surprise filling his features. His legs gave in at the knees, and he felt to his knees, which caused even more pain.

Blaise and Pansy filled with a worried panic. "Draco!" They both exclaimed. Professor Snape suddenly pushed them away, as they had been rushing forward. Snape knelt by his godson and met those silver eyes with his own black ones.

Draco's eyes were pools of silver liquid at the moment. The pain was evident in his eyes and expression. Professor Snape got to work checking him over. He tenderly forced Draco to lay back on the ground. The Slytherin hesitantly went with it, wincing in pain.

Professor Snape stretched his legs out slowly from their bent position. Draco saw white light and black dots across his vision as he cried out in pain at his godfather's actions. Professor Snape stopped when they were fully unbent. Draco relaxed once more, the pain having lessened quite a bit now that his legs weren't bent.

Snape touched Draco's ankle, pressing lightly. He received no reaction so he moved to the blonde's leg. He gently felt along his leg, from his ankle to his knee. The professor's eyes flashed as he found a slight break in the bone. He swiftly did the same to his other leg and found a similar break.

The professor gently lifted Draco up. He hissed in pain. Snape looked at his godson apologetically before carrying him away to see Madame Pomfrey.


Harry had dismounted the broom the moment Draco got off. He winced as pain filled his right side. He wrapped his right arm around his side, bending slightly towards the right trying to lessen the pain.

Hermione frowned sadly, her eyebrows furrowing as she did so. "Harry, you should see Madame Pomfrey as well. Come on."

"She's right, Potter. Poppy should have a look at ya." Professor McGonagall said sternly. Harry nodded in agreement. "Yes, ma'am."

Hermione smile slightly, worry still edged into her face. She gently helped Harry by wrapping her arm around his left shoulder and supporting him. Ron decide it would be best if he didn't try to help. So, he just accompanied Harry as they limped to the infirmary.


A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I had HUGE writer's block! So, please… Don't hate me. Next chapter will be with the two seekers in the infirmary and a bit more. So enjoy!