I know I'm giving Draco a rough time with his housemates learning he's a werewolf, but I'm just following the stereotype Slytherin. Trust me, it's not going to get easier for Draco.

Chapter Eleven- Longing

Draco ignored the looks and whispers as he went to his classes Tuesday and Wednesday. However, by dinner on Wednesday, he wished they would talk about something or someone else. He saw Blaise and Pansy pass him as they left the Great Hall whispering to one another. His ears heard his name spoken by Pansy and his irritation started to grow.

I know I shouldn't feel irritated, Draco thought as he headed to Snape's office. But I can't help it. I want them to understand my position, but they can't look past the bigotry toward werewolves.

Draco entered the office after knocking and approached the desk where a cauldron sat along with several phials. Snape stood behind the cauldron and gestured for Draco to stand beside him. The dark-haired man watched Draco as he came around the desk. "Is there a problem, Draco?"

Draco looked at Snape with surprise. "You don't know, sir? All of Slytherin knows my secret. They've been shooting looks at me and whispering to each other since Monday."

"And that bothers you?"

"Yes, sir. I know I should not let it bother me, but it does. It would be nice if they understood and accepted my condition, but they don't want to associate with a…half-blood." Draco whispered the last two words with a tone of amazement. "Of course," he continued softly. "I'm not a pureblood anymore, but I never stopped to think about my blood status since first being bitten."

"That's because blood status isn't important to you anymore and I'll tell you something personal: I'm a half-blood."

"You, sir?"

Snape nodded. "Witch mother, Muggle father. You already know that it's not one's blood that makes him or her a great wizard or witch. Now, then, let's proceed with your lesson."

And so the next month passed with Draco suffering from the ill effects of his condition and the attitude of his housemates. He was relieved when April twenty-first came around for most of the Potions class would be absent due to Apparition tests. He arrived at class to see that only two other students were present: MacMillan and Potter. He ignored them as he took his usual seat.

Slughorn came in with his usual bouncy attitude and announced that today's class was going to be fun, due to most of the class absent. "I want you to brew me something amusing."

"And what exactly is amusing?" Draco asked irritably.

Slughorn waved a large hand. "Oh, surprise me," he said.

Draco frowned as he ran a finger down the table of contents. Amusing, amusing. Hmm, the Hiccupping Solution. That seems to qualify. Draco got to work with a small smile on his lips.

When Slughorn called time, Draco stepped back, pleased with his work. That feeling grew when Slughorn approached and beamed at the cauldron's contents.

"The Hiccupping Solution! Yes, m'boy this is indeed amusing and it is very well done!"

Draco beamed at his praise, but it was short-lived when Slughorn gushed over Potter's Euphoria Potion. Potter looked past Slughorn to Draco who shot him a nasty glare before turning around to clean up.

Draco let out a low growl as he emptied his cauldron. Potter outdid him again, just like he had been doing all year! How was he doing it? Potter had never been this good at Potions. That honor usually went to Granger.

Draco growled low again, but stopped mid-way. His growl sounded very wolf-like, but he had never growled before, so why now? Maybe because I'm rather angry as well as the full moon being tonight? That would make sense.

"Sir, would you like to try some of my potion?" came Potter's voice and Draco turned around to see Slughorn bustling out of the room as if he didn't hear Potter and then saw that Potter and he were the only ones left in the room.

"Teacher's pet," Draco sneered as he closed his bag.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Potter retorted.

"I will, but not because you said so." Draco swung his bag around and left the room. He was tired of Potter's arrogant attitude. What made him think he was so special? The prophecy, perhaps? Well, others might be impressed with Potter, but I'm not.

Draco was still mad about Potions class when he left the Common Room before dusk. As he headed for the exit, Pansy called mockingly, "Not feeling good, Draco? Maybe a stroll in the moonlight will help!" The room erupted into laughter that was quickly truncated as the wall slid shut. Draco stormed up the stairs to the seventh floor, but stopped short when he heard a girl's voice say, "Don't push, Dean. I don't need your help." He peered around the corner to see two people entering Gryffindor Tower.

Draco walked on, sparing a glance back at the portrait that guarded the entrance. If he had been sorted into Gryffindor, he probably would have had friends that would have stood by him after being bitten. He might have even told them, hoping they would stand by him.

But I'm in Slytherin and any friends one has would abandon you if you're not pureblood. I used to be that way and it took being bitten to change my beliefs.

Suddenly, Draco paused in his tracks. He had barely detected footsteps behind him and he glanced back to see no one. He sighed as he faced forward again. It was Potter in his Cloak once more. "Potter," he said. "I suggest you go about your business. Surely, you've better things to do than follow me." He waited for a response and heard the sound of retreating footsteps.

Good, he left. Not that following me would have done him any good. Hmm, I wonder why Potter's determined to follow me. I'm just going about my business. It's no concern of his what I'm doing. Draco smirked as he entered his sanctuary.

There was mention of moonlight in the chapter After the Burial in the HBP, but it didn't say what phase the moon was, so I decided to go with full moon. Harry spotting Draco going to the Room of Requirement is essential for the next chapter.