Hey guys I'm back! Sorry it took a while but I'm really trying hard to write as good as I can- but also as fast as I can.

To justaislinn- About the books, I really wanted to incorporate modern pop culture into my story, and add references that people could relate to. Those are also some of my favorite books which I thought could fit into my writing, despite the timeline. This story is not based in a specific year or anything and I understand that Draco seemed to pick girl books I just didn't think it was a big deal. Also those were only a few of the books he bought. Some of the genres you mentioned could've been in his pile (It wasn't really a set list) I'm sorry if it seemed to mess up the story for you. This is one of my first stories and I'm still trying to learn as a writer. I really changed Draco's character in this story because I wanted him and Harry to develop a good relationship. I wanted Harry to seem a bit shocked and paranoid and confused at the time but I suppose it could've come off wrong, and I apologize. By ability to practice magic, I really did mean like ability to cast spells. The alternative would be him becoming completely magically drained. Like no power at all. No magical core. I didn't mean something sneaky or completely underhanded, although he is a Slytherin, because I wanted this to be sincere. Also I'm sorry for anything not aforementioned that you found...Ahem, /interesting/. I will continue to write thank you! :)

Ron Pov

"Look, I get that you can be nice to the bloke- not that he deserves it- but you told him about your...condition, too?" I hissed at Harry, as he rolled his eyes. I trying to be sensitive, but I could tell that I was failing. "This secret is slowly not becoming a secret! I mean to be a secret, something's got to be kept secret, but you're not being very secretive if you're telling Draco bloody Malfoy all about it. He'll dig his slimy claws into your secret and make it even less secretive when he tells the entire wizarding world your secret...I used that word way to many times, didn't I?"

"Only a few, Ron." Said Hermione. The carriage, pulled by invisible horses, moved steadily towards the school. "I for once am agreeing with him. I don't think you should've told Malfoy the whole story. If you wanted to befriend him, you should've gone with another route. I do think he's changing. I noticed different quirks about him at Florish and Blott's, but that doesn't mean he's 100% trustworthy yet." She finished, and glanced at Harry's reaction.

Harry didn't seem to like either of us telling him he'd made a bad choice. He had the same expression on his face that Ginny had made when Mum was lecturing her on how to act decent in front of boys. I would never understand Harry. I loved him like another brother, but he was just so different from anyone I'd ever known. Sometimes I wasn't sure if that was a pro or a con.

"I didn't really mean to tell him everything. I was just so nervous that he was going to tell someone, and my shock from him seeing me hadn't gone away yet. My head was on overdrive and I just blurted everything out." He said.

"Maybe he used a spell on your mind. You know, to make you say anything he asked you to?" I asked.

"No, Ron, it was nothing like that. He really seemed to be in awe of me. It was flattering and weird at the same time. He closed the compartment door too, like he was trying to make sure no one else saw me. He didn't even seem to be affected by my...climate." Harry said, choosing his words wisely, even though we were alone in the carriage.

"Harry, you're in a sound mental state. You don't seem to be using a crazy amount of your Winter Phoenix powers at this time. You are literally just sitting there, and I am sittting across the carriage from you. I am affected by how cold it is right now. I'm wearing my sweater under my robes and it's not even cold outside. Harry. How on earth was Draco not affected by you? I've only got one idea, and I don't like it." Hermione said.

"What about a warming charm?" I asked, and Hermione turned her head to look at me so fast that her hair flung around her shoulder.

"Draco wouldn't have thought to use one right now, it's not cold outside, and Slytherin dormitories are in the dungeons, where it's cold a lot of the time. He wouldn't have needed one." Hermione said.

"This is why you're the brains of our group." I said, chuckling. That made the bells start, and Hermione and I glanced at Harry, and burst out laughing. The novelty of the noise would never wear off, and I was certain that we'd be laughing at him for ages.

We talked about quidditch for the whole ride to get to the castle. By talked I mean Harry and I talked and Hermione scoffed at us and muttered under her breath while we were strategizing. She'd never understand the importance of our favorite sport. It wasn't because she was a girl because I knew plenty of girl quidditch players. I didn't think I'd ever know why she'd prefer a book over more entertaining things. I didn't think I'd ever understand her at all, but that didn't mean she wasn't interesting. And I couldn't figure out why she was that either.

Draco pov

I didn't know how to react. It wasn't like a dream. It wasn't like a nightmare. It was just like we'd all fallen into some sort of abyss of chaos. Like the rules of life and morality didn't apply here.

My brain couldn't have concocted such a crazy turn of events. The weirdest thing wasn't even the fact that Harry had grown wings. Not that he had psycho killer frost powers. Nope. Not even the fact that he'd been in an American laboratory for insane experiments on humans over the summer holidays. It was that he'd even told me any of it at all.

I'd already speculated that it was a ruse. That him and his friends had been trying to freak me out or make a fool of me. I just couldn't wrap my head around this new information. I didn't think even the great Hermione Granger could make this stuff up. I knew it was real, but real life and reality didn't match up with their own descriptions. They had a whole new meaning. They'd been submerged into new uncharted waters that were harsh and brutal, but beautiful and enticing. The allurement of this creature that I'd met, the one with the face that I'd scorned for years, was something that I couldn't fight. I would never escape the delicate forest of his eyes, nor would I have the willpower to find anything as stunning as his ebony locks that had been bleached to match the antarctic snows.

I watched Harry enter the great hall, with the finality of his secret regulating the beats of my heart. I knew I'd fallen right then and there. I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay away. I wished with everything that I had that I would be able to make everything work between us. As long as he felt the same way. Oh the scorn I would feel to be rejected by him again, and after all this time too. I knew it was sudden, but I also knew that it was strong...and real. I hadn't felt something real in a long time, and even when I had, it had been an obligingly fake illusion. I needed this to happen. I needed it to work. I needed him to fix me. I needed him. I needed the one and only Harry fucking Potter, and there was no getting around it.

As I walked into the great hall, laughing at something I hadn't' heard Pansy say, I caught that golden gryffindor's eye, and my heart skipped a beat. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, but they didn't seem to cease their infernal fluttering, which only made my hands shake slightly and my whole brain short-circuit. This was all happening so fast and I couldn't keep up with my rampant emotions. I was just along for the ride, while my heart drove me into a downward spiral towards complete infatuation with my enemy. Last year, I would've fired a few well placed and silent insults at him in my head and had a nice chat with Blaisè about quidditch or some gossip he'd just found out. This was crazy. I must be insane. No, it was deffinitly those disturbingly perfect feathery appendages that happened to be attached to the person that up until a few months ago, I thought was the worst person in the whole wizarding world.

"Draco, dear, have you even been paying attention? Are you sick? You never get sick! You should go see Madame Pomfrey." Said Pansy in her trademark high-pitched voice. I'm not really sick, I thought, only sick of you.

"I'm fine Pansy, but if I need anything I'll tell you about it. Promise." I said, without glancing at her. She always wore too much makeup, and pretended we were friends, even though I'd seen her telling a trashy gossip whore of her's what a 'gay and prestigious bastard' I was. Well, at least she was partially correct. I was definitely gay... Not that she really knew that, though.

I sat silent while each new first year was sorted, The sorting hat sang its song, Dumbledore said his speech, and this new pinkified teacher said her bit on how she was going to teach us in a Ministry fashion. It was all-inclusive of hidden derogatory comments about our previous teachers and how we were basically just going to read books for the whole school year. I swear to Merlin I wanted to walk up to the podium and hex her clothes to a normal color as well as cut out her vocal cords so I wouldn't have to hear her little 'tut's when she wanted something, like she'd done as soon as Dumbledore's speech had been almost over. Everyone was falling asleep and everyone just wanted her to shut up so they could have food. I felt the same way.

I looked over at Harry and his friends only to notice Granger sporting her 'in-depth thinking' face. I smiled at that. I knew she was analyzing every little bit of what our very own Professor Umbridge was saying. Weasley was just staring longingly at the table as if wishing the food would just appear even though the Professor was still in the middle of her speech. Harry was just sort of sitting there with his head down, string at his hands. When I looked at him, he looked up and met my eyes from across the great hall, and smiled. It was that dazzling smile that made me wish I could pause time and never have to worry of anything else. I smiled back and we just kept smiling back and forth until the professor decided enough was enough and her long-winded explanation was over. Neither of us had payed a whole lot of attention, which I was sure would. Get us into trouble in her class, but I didn't really care that much then. The food appeared and Harry turned to his friends to enjoy his dinner with them, and I turned to Pansy and Blaisè to eat with them.

"So, who were you looking at?" Asked Pansy. I had a mini panic attack. She would find out. Harry would blame me and he would hat me forever.

"No one, and even if I was, what if I wanted to keep it a secret? Maybe you shouldn't pry so much into my life." I said, surprising myself with the response I'd given her.

This year was going to be a real adventure, especially with the new information I'd just learned.

Three weeks later

Harry and I would meet up with each other three nights a week. He would tell his friends that he was going to go study, and they had asked plenty of questions, but he made up a perfectly old answer for each of them. I had told Blaisè and Pansy that I was going to go study, but they hadn't cared much and hadn't said a word as I went to leave.

Harry an I met each other at what he called the Room of Requirement, and he'd help me with spells while I'd help him with potions. He was actually really funny and it was a relief of tension to be with him. We'd go through books to see if we could find out any more about the Winter Phoenix and everything we learned surprised me. He explained a lot about the bird. He told me that they would choose a mate for life, and that they were extremely protective of their families. He explained that if they'd chosen a mate that wasn't a Winter Phoenix, but another breed of bird, then they would transform their mate into a Winter Phoenix too. The weirdest thing he taught me, however, was that the Winter Phoenix would die by bursting into snow, and if it went untouched and unmelted for a few hours, the Phoenix would be reborn as an adolescent. Together we found that, if mated, a Winter Phoenix would go through the process with it's mate and intervals between the process could be a couple months to a couple decades. You'd never know when you were going to be reborn. It was kind of scary.

What if the dying part had been grafted into Harry, but not the rebirth part? What if he couldn't find a mate? A drifting hoped that it would be me, but then again, one can only hope. And even if it was me, would I, or his mate be turned into an actual bird or the 2% bird hybrid that Harry was? Everything was just very weird, and all our questions were left unanswered.

The most amazing part of meeting him on those days was when we would will the room of Requirement to become an outdoor quidditch field. Harry would practice his flying, and I would practice mine...on the broom that is. He let me use his firebolt, which was amazing, and he'd do flips around me in midair. His wings were flawless, and they were powerful too. They were pure and strong and they shone in the synthetic sunlight that the room provided.

I just wished I could tell Harry how I really felt, but if he didn't recuperate my feelings, I wasn't sure I could make it back anywhere close to sanity.

Harry pov

After school had started, everything seemed to settle back into routine, and comfort. Not that I find comfort in routine, but it was nice to know what I was doing and where I needed to be. Nothing was hazy or vague or a huge puddle of turmoil. The real icing on the cake of school starting was spending time with Draco. It was easy to be myself around him, and I didn't have to worry about him finding out about my secret because he already knew. He'd show me quick shortcuts in potions, and simple ways to brew them better. While I taught him everything I knew about DADA, which I was surprised to learn I was getting a higher grade in than him.

I tried to teach him to conjure a patronus, but his always came out fuzzy, like someone had smeared a paintbrush across his canvas. I told him we'd eventually work it out, but he just kept trying. Draco was really stubborn about it too. He'd try once or twice every time we met, but he'd never seem to make any progress. I suggested using different memories of his but he'd just nod, and we'd go along with whatever else we were going to do that day.

My favorite thing that we would do was when we'd turn the room of Requirement into a quidditch pitch, and fly around. I'd let Draco use my Firebolt, which he loved, and we would do flips and twists and air-acrobatics that no pair had ever done before. It was amazing to fly. I also didn't mind impressing him. He would hover on the broomstick agape at me when I'd do a particularly complicated movement with my wings. He'd just stare at me and this little smile would form on his lips and I'd try to keep my balance in the air and watch it get bigger until he realized what he was doing and would shout something along the lines of 'Oi! Why don't you be more careful next time? You almost knocked me off of the broom!' Then he would zip away, and speed around the field until we would get bored and would do something else.

One time we let a snitch loose in the room. We won't ever do that again. We were both chasing after it, laughing and joking and mostly just messing around, when something inside my brain switched on. Draco said that my eyes turned this silvery blue, and that my wings were like vibrating really fast, but all I could remember was my vision going haywire. I must've blacked out because the next thing saw was Draco kneeling over me, paler than normal, and shouting my name.

"Harry! Harry!", he yelled.

I just groaned in response.

"Oh thank god you're you! Do you know what just happened? Do you remember doing that? Are you ok?"

"What? What did I do?" I said groggily, trying to sit up. I couldn't though, I was really sore. "Why does everything hurt?"

Draco bit his lip. "You're sure you don't remember anything?"

I let out a little chuckle. "I remember trying to catch the snitch with you, but then everything goes fuzzy." I felt a bout of pain sweep over my body. I knew I'd broken at least my arm. "Ugh. Do you know what it's like to physically feel your body healing? It sucks. It hurts like hell.", I said, and winced.

"That can't be pleasant, no. I wish I could help...Do you want to know what happened?"

"Did I do something stupid?"

"Sort-of"

I sighed. "Tell me."

Ok, I'm sorry It took so long to write, but I will hurry up to write the net chapter, and I'm really sorry. I tried to make it longer and I wrote more answers to reviews below.

Brina- Hello! I'm glad you like the story! I actually do plan to have the flock come in soon, like a chapter or so maybe. It will be a surprise and it will be the worst timing. I hope to be posting every other week, but Honors classes are really hard to keep up with, so we'll se how that goes!

Guest- Yes this is Drarry because I am Drarry trash.

Ok, faithful readers, thank you for reading my story! I'm sorry I take so long to update, but I'm really drowning in homework. I'll update as soon as I can! Byeee