MOONLIGHT SONATA
Disclaimer: Disclaimed! I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, boy boy romance - whatever you want to call it
Draco raised his large nose from the ground to the sky in order to look up at Blaise. The panther looked back down at him from where he perched on a suitable branch, ear twitching a bit and rested his head on his paws; blinking large yellow eyes with sleep still in them. Draco's first transformation had been rough on him, racking his body with pain. Instead of exploring like they'd planned, they'd found the large tree Draco currently lay under (and Blaise lay on) to rest. Now, Draco woke to a strange feeling. Blaise, seeming to sense it as well, had also awoken. Draco looked out into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest to listen. Something was approaching quickly from the depths of the forest now but didn't seem to be threatening to the werewolf. He looked to that direction, floppy ear raising with the other to listen more closely.
Whatever it was, he decided, it was no more dangerous than Blaise, probably less so. Blaise yawned, tail falling to twitch lazily in a show of agreement. It wasn't long before a large black dog bounded into their clearing. It slid to a stop instantly, drawing in its lolling tongue to snarl and crouch. Draco snorted and huffed in disinterest until he took the sharp breath and realized danger was close. Was it chasing the dog? Blaise growled and rose to his feet, climbing disjointedly down the tree. He yowled and hissed, swatting in the dogs direction so it would go away. He then managed to convince Draco that it was his own kind, most likely chasing the dog.
Just then, a large werewolf trotted into the clearing. Assuming Lupin's lessons were correct, he was infected. Draco knew instantly he couldn't trust the wolf to be under wolfsbane but what struck him as odd was that the snarling mongrel was still snarling at him, not the one behind it. The brown and gray werewolf made to lope up and stand over the top of the dog, head lowered and growling. Draco knew several things instantly. One, the dog was an animagus. Two, he could talk to werewolves in a more understandable way than he could Blaise and three, Blaise could be in danger.
"This is mine." The werewolf growled, "leave him alone." Draco was much taller that the werewolf and made sure to rise to his full height and snarl.
"This is mine. You go away."
"YOU FIRST!" the werewolf barked, showing teeth. He was older and clearly more dangerous than Draco, as well as not intimidated. He'd had longer to be a werewolf and probably knew how to fight better. He looked to Blaise, floppy ear going back down and the older werewolf instantly relaxed. "it's just Draco." Draco looked back, confused and nodded respectfully,
"Lupin."
The dog wanted to know how Lupin could know for sure and the werewolf sat down, pawing at his flanks to turn him around,
"He's got the floppy ear, see?" he jerked his muzzle to Draco, "and the panther, there. That's Blaise Zabini." He huffed at the air and smelled as the dog wanted to know if Blaise was dangerous. "he won't hurt me." Lupin yawned. Then the dog wanted to know how he could be sure it wasn't what Draco assumed to be the name for his father. "the floppy ear." Lupin repeated, stretching out his legs, "cub told me about it."
Blaise looked to Draco accusingly and hissed, raring up on his flanks to swat harmlessly at Draco's head and yowled with anger. He questioned if the cub was Harry, how Harry knew, and Draco's general sanity.
"Calm down." Draco yawned, "Potter is harmless." He lifted a huge paw to push at Blaise's head, knowing it would annoy him. Sure enough, Blaise hissed, tail twitching.
"We are leaving. Do not go further into the forest." Lupin told Draco, "it's dangerous." Draco attempted an eye roll at the irony but chose to ignore him and lay back down. Blaise circled a few times and then leapt back into the tree to lay back down, one leg hanging down.
When Draco woke this time it was to an irritated Blaise toeing his pain racked and naked body with his boot. Blaise looked none too happy and Draco inwardly cursed Remus Lupin and all his kin.
"It's near noon, off your neck." Blaise demanded, "I'm hungry." He tossed the bag they'd had sense enough to bring to Draco who slowly got up and got dressed. Once he'd swallowed down the pain potion they'd also thought to brew and bring, he felt a little better. Pulling a leaf from his hair, he carefully combed it so as not to raise suspicion. Blaise was still firmly set in his resolve to glower and glare.
"Oh take it easy, Blaise. He's just a shag."
"JUST A SHAG?! YOU'RE SHAGGING HIM TOO?"
"I can shag who I please." Draco growled, giving him a pointed look. Blaise glared just as strongly back, firmly reminding Draco that he feared no man and no creature.
"You may not shag Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs." He spat as they headed for the school as though he was Draco's handler, "what if you decide to stop shagging him and he blabs to the world? One accusation- especially from the bloody boy who won't die- would have you tested, registered, and royally fucked."
"Yes, well, it turns out I can't stop from my eyes and teeth changing when shagging so I don't expect I'll be shagging anyone else any time soon."
"Is he your mate?" Blaise demanded, shocked.
"He's my damn-this-curse shag, Blaise!"
"Exclusive damn-this-curse shag!" Blaise snorted, "and don't 'Blaise!' me either! Does he want to date you?"
"He's mentioned it." Draco shrugged.
"AND?"
"I told him I wasn't interested!" Draco snarled, "we're still shagging, what's the issue?!"
"The issue?! Have you shagged him since you turned him down? Have you?"
"No…" Draco frowned, "night… before last." He now saw where this was going as they stepped out of the Forbidden Forest and onto school grounds. Albus Dumbledore stood on the steps, looking out toward them and Draco felt ice run through his veins.
"What are you going to do when we get up here and find out the whole world knows?" Blaise asked quietly, eyeing the Headmaster suspiciously, "what are we going to do?"
"Gentlemen," the old Headmaster greeted them kindly, face grim. Both of them tensed and waited for the blow, "Severus tells me he sent you in search of more figgleberry, did you find it?"
"Not as yet." Draco replied, "all out so far."
"Perhaps check closer to the Black Lake?" Albus asked, "and I would say, Draco, you don't look terribly rested. A problem with your rooms?"
"None, sir, just… homework." Draco lied. Albus nodded though he clearly didn't believe it.
"Draco, I must ask you a serious question. It is of a very serious and dire nature." He looked to Blaise who just arched an eyebrow back, firmly planted where he was, thank you very much.
"I have no secrets from Blaise." Draco replied tersely as Harry, Ron and Hermione came out. "They do not have that same privilege." Draco added.
"Everything alright?" Harry asked the old man who nodded,
"I am sure it is, Harry, why wouldn't it be?"
"None of you look very happy." Harry shrugged, frowning questioningly at Blaise's intense glare, "we're… going to Hagrid's sir." Then they headed off, not looking back.
"You were saying?" Blaise pressed as Draco got the scent of danger close. Blaise apparently wasn't picking up on it.
"Draco, I mean to ask you if you wish to see your father." Dumbledore asked, "he is on his way now." Draco shook his head, attempting to calm down from the danger he knew was his own flesh and blood. Then, the wolf howled in the back of his mind, enraged, as a thought occurred to him. His eyes flashed silver and his fangs came out. Dumbledore turned to close and lock the doors instantly but when he turned back around, Draco was racing full speed toward the Gryffindors who hadn't seen or heard him.
"Well FUCK!" Blaise snarled.
"My thoughts exactly, Mr. Zabini." Dumbledore nodded, drawing his wand. "HARRY!"
The Gryffindor turned and his eyes widened to green saucers as he spotted the blonde. His arms shot out, pulling both friend behind him as he braced and commanded they didn't draw their wands. Blaise, being the fittest one there next to Draco caught up before his friend could make it and tackled him forcefully to the ground.
"Don't hurt him!" Harry wailed as they rolled, attempting to throw each other off, "don't hurt him!" Blaise had Draco in a head lock, snarling,
"AMICO! DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!"
"Let go!" Draco wheezed, "let go before you make me-"
"LET GO!" Harry roared, shoving Blaise off. He knelt next to the panting blonde, rubbing his back and whispering soothingly. "it's alright, Draco. Hermione and Ron? They're my best mates, they won't tell a soul, I promise." He looked up at them. Ron sighed as though truly being put upon,
"I won't tell."
"Neither will I." Hermione said, eyes wide and shaking her head. Draco glared at Blaise and then looked to Harry,
"Run." He wheezed, swallowing, "run." His eyes were still glowing and he'd bitten through his tongue and lower lip, stained red. "GO!"
"I believe, Draco, that that train of thought has already departed." Albus said as Lucius Malfoy approached, "you must answer me now, Draco, this instant."
"No," Draco rasped, staggering to his feet. Blaise helped pull him to, "I don't." Draco reached out and pulled Harry behind him protectively, bright eyes watching Lucius carefully.
"What is this?" Lucius demanded as Blaise huffed and took Draco's side, head high and chest out, wand in hand. Hermione and Ron decided that Draco had to get it from somewhere and gently joined Harry, easing behind the Slytherins.
"As Headmaster of Hogwarts, Lucius, it is my duty to inform you that Draco no longer wishes to speak with you. He has told me this himself. As a legal wizarding adult, you may not remove him. He has also requested sanctuary and asylum at Hogwarts which I, Minerva and Severus have granted."
"Draco?" Lucius sneered, glaring, "is that Harry Potter behind your back?" Draco tightened his hold and a low, terrifying snarl escaped his mouth, fangs showing. "I see." Lucius sneered.
"It would be most unwise to continue this, Mr. Malfoy." Blaise said, "Draco does not wish to speak with you and he is currently…" the Italian glanced up at the blonde's contorting face, "not feeling well."
"Perhaps join me for some tea?" Albus asked kindly, trying to ignore the battle between werewolf and man behind him.
"I should think not." Lucius snorted, looking to Draco again. He nodded, "I will take my leave." Draco stared back at him, a clear challenge, until he was gone and then fell to the ground; gasping for air. Blaise and Harry were immediately talking him down. Hermione looked up as other students were approaching to see what was going on. They hadn't seen Draco's face yet. She huffed,
"I said I won't tell and I won't. So… I'm sorry, Malfoy, I really am." She pointed her wand, "stupificus." Draco went limp. By the time the students came over, he was back to normal.
"Hurry!" Albust told them, "he's suffering an allergic reaction, go get Poppy in the Infirmary!" As soon as they were gone, he nodded, "20 points to Gryffindor for interhouse cooperation. Another 20 to Slytherin for House loyalty."
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