An experiment

'It's going to be a nice day.' Draco thought, staring through one of the windows as he walked down the corridor.

The sun was shining (which was a miracle by itself since it was November), the birds were chirping, there were no people blocking his way, and there was an upcoming Quidditch game later that day. Which he had been looking forward to ever since his house had started their training.

He had worked his body to the limits. At practice, he had ran his lungs out and climbed hundreds of walls. Knowing Harry's speed had increased considerably. And needing to keep up with him. Not knowing if he could beat him.

But that didn't stop him from being right on his heels though.

Yes, they had become friends, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do everything in his power to beat Gryffindor. Every game he had given it his all, running as fast as he could while searching for the snitch, focussing on even the tiniest of movements, even when he was mostly...

Who was he kidding, Harry was always on his mind!

BUT! But, yes there was a but. When he was playing the game, he would make his main focus the snitch. And he didn't let himself get distracted by a sweaty, huffing Potter that moved every muscle in his body to the max.

Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed Hermione making her way towards him, calling out his name. Okay, maybe a little bit. But he would be too busy focussing on the game and giving it his all to try and defeat Harry, wanting to know what his reaction would be once they'd won.

Okay, maybe a little bit. But he would be too busy focussing on the game and giving it his all to try and defeat Harry, wanting to know what his reaction would be once they'd won.

"Draco?"

Would he be disappointed?

"Draco."

Of course, he'd be disappointed. But knowing the raven-haired boy, he'd probably take it like a man and congratulate Draco with the price.

"Draco."

Maybe he'd even give him one of those beautiful crooked smiles he always gave the other houses when they won.

"Draco!"

"WHAT! I heard you the first time!" Draco yelled as he turned to look at the slightly irritated brown-haired girl. Hermione gave an exasperated sigh before shaking her head in fondness.

"Thinking about the Quidditch?" She asked, a small smile tucking at her face. Draco frowned as he looked at her with confusion before she explained, "Harry looks that way too before a match, not being able to answer my questions as he's too engrossed in thinking what he should and shouldn't do." She got a thoughtful expression on her face as she stared into space. "Ron however always worries himself into pieces before a match."

She whined before slapping her hand over her mouth to stop the sound from leaving her mouth. She blushed as she looked at Draco.

"Why aren't you with him then?" Draco asked, curiously as he saw her worried but also guilty stance.

"T-there isn't time for that. Listen I need your help with some-" Hermione started but was cut off by Draco leaning against the wall of the corridor.

"Alright, what did you do?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling as he heaved a sigh. When she didn't answer, Draco watched as she made an effort not to look at him, nervously playing with her fingers.

"That doesn't matter-"

"What did you do?" Draco asked in a demanding tone, making Hermione crimp into herself.

"Nothing, just…Uhg!" She said trying to sound innocent but stopped the act after seeing Draco's cocked eyebrow. She stepped towards him and leaned against the spot next to him on the wall. "I'm getting sick and tired of myself Draco." She groaned.

"One moment I'm trying my best to make him happy and the next I'm calling him out on something that wasn't even his fault. I don't blame him if he's loathing me by now." She said as she lowered her head in shame. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I haven't been acting like myself lately and instead like a total bitch."

"Maybe," Draco said, turning his head to get a better look at her. "But you know that Weasley isn't that dense. He values you, and your friendship. You know he's noticed there's something wrong, I mean, he still watches you with a look of concern. And it's not like he's a saint."

"Just apologize, I don't know, maybe even tell him about him being your-"

"You know I can't do that," Hermione said, making Draco step in front of her while trying to hold her gaze.

"Why not! It's not like he doesn't care about you! He's been acting more careful and responsible around you then he's ever been in all of his time at Hogwarts! It's not like he will ban you from being yourself because he's your mate! It's not like he hates your guts! If I ever found myself a mate, I'd jump into their arms, demanding they would never let me go! So why can't you let yourself and him be happy, by withholding such information?" Draco begged, tears threatening to spill out of his sockets as he thought about his mate.

Ever since he was a pup, he'd dreamed of finding his mate not soon after his 18th birthday. Someone who'd love him unconditionally, someone who didn't mind his lack of communication skills, that would look out for him. And after he'd fallen in love with Harry, he'd tried to stop himself from wishing the sweet raven-haired boy would be that person but wasn't able to. So when he'd stepped into the Great Hall and saw Harry's clumsy arrival, he couldn't help the disappointment flooding through his vanes as he didn't feel it.

The pull he'd read about, heard about, when seeing your soulmate, he didn't have it with him.

He'd been careful not to show it, not to get affected by it, but it had hurt to feel that tiny bit of hope being extinguished.

"Because I'm scared!" She yelled, no longer hiding behind her bushy hair, and staring straight at Draco. "Ever since I felt that rope pulling me towards him, I've been afraid! It's nonsense, I know! But that doesn't stop it! I promised him I'd tell him, and I'm planning to, but I won't be able to if you or him are pushing me!" Draco looked as she breathed heavily in and out.

"Sorry, didn't mean to make you upset." He said as nice as he could muster, frowning at his sudden outburst.

"No, it's fine." She said, still trying to get her breathing under control. "Stupid emotions." She whispered, but Draco heard and turned his frown towards her. She rolled her eyes at the display. "Told you I wasn't acting like myself, especially these last few days. Got in tears when I got

"Told you I wasn't acting like myself, especially these last few days. Got in tears when I got mail from my parents, saying I shouldn't forget to floss. Got all angry when I saw Lavender looking at Ron last Friday and not to forget getting all worried after Harry told us-" She suddenly stopped, her eyes bulging as she tried to fix her mistake.

"I mean, when Harry told us he had gotten detention with Snape. You know how it goes." She said as she laughed nervously. "All of my emotions have turned into a turmoil, you know."

Draco stared at her with a puzzling gaze, contemplating if he should point out the unmistakable lie in there. But deciding not to, since he was quite confused as well. Why did he react like that? He never reacted so strongly to something trivial like that before. And when he thought about it, he was acting a bit strange too. Like when he saw Harry standing in front of the headmaster's office, he was acting like a complete Hufflepuff as he watched Harry's face turn into recognition by seeing Draco.

Like when he saw Harry standing in front of the headmaster's office, he was acting like a complete Hufflepuff as he watched Harry's face turn into recognition by seeing Draco.

Draco watched as Hermione's face turned into one of realization, as she began speaking frantically. "O God, o God! How could I've not noticed! How stupid can I be?" She squeaked, but before Draco could comment on her question, she pointed a finger at him and said; "Don't answer that. Oh my God! I need to make preparations!" She was ready to run off before she stopped herself and looked at Draco.

"I almost forgot! Draco I need your help with something." She said seriously.

"Depends on what you're going to ask." He said, shrugging. She bit her lip, trying to come up with the way she was going to ask him. Before she rolled her eyes and just spat it out.

"I need your blood." She said, making Draco frown with a look of suspicion. "It's for an experiment, you know for, ehm… it's about a… I just need a pure-blooded werewolf's blood okay."

Draco still looked at her with a bewildered expression, before slowly saying; "Okaaaay."

Her eyes lid up as she pulled out a needle and blood bag out of nowhere, and took Draco's hand to put the needle in.

"You do know what you're doing right?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, my parents are dentists. So you could say they are doctors." She answered, tracing the spot on his arm she's going to use.

"Aren't they for teeth?" Draco asked before he let out a hiss, as she put the needle into his skin. She smiled at him, and Draco just thanked his fast healing powers. When she was done, Draco rubbed the spot and waited for it to heal completely before starting to move towards the Great Hall.

"Wait!" Hermione said as she moved in front of him, halting him in his steps. He gave her a questioning look before she bit her lip and shook her head.

"You know what, it can wait. Good luck on the Quidditch pitch." She said as she started shaking his hand with a smile. "I wish your house luck too, if we weren't going to pulverize it," Draco smirked, making Hermione roll his eyes as they walked next to each other towards the Great Hall.

Harry's p.o.v

Harry bit his bottom as he stared at himself in the mirror. He felt uncomfortable as he watched himself move in his new Quidditch robes.

Madame Hooch had given them to him at the same time as his special running shoes. It had been obvious that he needed new ones, but Harry hadn't actually thought much about them. After practice, he'd just threw them on his bed, not really caring until now how they looked.

He felt strange, seeing the familiar outfit on an unfamiliar body.

The fabric hugged his muscles really well, making them pop even more. The red color making Harry's eyes stand out and his hair was still as unruly as ever. Seeing himself like that made him feel awkward and insecure. He had made a good job out of ignoring his new body, but he didn't know what to do when people were constantly looking at him with such strange expressions. He was also getting tired of people coming up to him and just standing there, waiting for him to notice them.

Harry looked away from the mirror, deciding to give his thoughts a rest and instead watched as his friend rubbed his neck and murmuring complaints.

"Ron stop being such a drama queen, Hermione has already healed the wound with your wand," Harry said fondly.

"That doesn't stop it from hurting! I can still feel it, and it's sore." Ron pouted. "You know how hurtful it was for you to throw up right after you fed on me. I don't care what you're tasteless tongue says, I'm delicious." Harry let out a small laugh, as Ron put on his Beater's cap.

"Of course you are," Harry said sarcastically before he felt his stomach grumble. Making him remember the hunger he was in. He scrunched up his face as he tried to repress it, willing himself to try and focus on the upcoming match. When he opened his eyes again, he met with Ron's worried face.

"I'm sorry my blood didn't help." He said, sitting on his bed as he watched Harry.

"Not your fault," Harry said, giving his friend a reassuring smile. "Let's just hope Hermione thing she can't tell me works," Harry said bitterly.

"I know you're angry at her," Ron said.

"Of course, I'm angry. Yes, I didn't tell you guys about my-" Harry said before he was cut off by his rumbling stomach. He sighed before moving on. "affection. But why is she withholding information about me? And she also practically, demanded you to let me bite you. Blaming you."

"Yeah, she has been acting off these past few months. But… so have we once. I mean, I didn't believe you when you told me about the goblet even though you never lied to me, and you went feral on Malfoy for no particular reason." Ron said, making Harry give him a puzzled look. "I'm just trying to be a bit understanding here."

It was quiet for a moment before Harry asked; "Since when did you become so mature?" Ron got a look of annoyance on his face before he threw a pillow at Harry, who laughed at the childlike display.

"Shut up," Ron said, throwing another pillow in Harry's direction.

Harry put his shoes on. "Come, we need to go or they'll start without us." Ron groaned but moved to stand up and follow Harry to the Great Hall.

When they arrived, they saw Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table her focus on a book that was lying in front of her. They walked towards her when she noticed them she quickly stuffed the book away and made room for them.

"Hey, Hermione," Ron said smiling at her and making her smile back.

"Hey, guys." She said as they took the offered seats in front of her, Ron quickly picking a loaf of bread and eating it before the clock would chime and they needed to go to the pitch. "Listen, I want to apologize. It wasn't fair of me to just act that way towards you two."

"No harm done," Ron said as he stuffed his mouth with bread, and making Hermione's guilty stance loosen a bit.

"It's sore," Harry said in a whiny, mocking tone. On which Ron stuck out his tongue and said; "Shut up."

"Oh! By the way, would you drink this for me?" Hermione asked, pushing a goblet with red liquid in it towards Harry. Harry blinked at it, turning to see Hermione expectantly watching him. He took the goblet in his hand and stared suspiciously at it.

"Sure, but what is it?" He asked.

"An experiment," Hermione answered. Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged, before taking a small sip.

His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he tasted the rich flavor. He couldn't help it as he gulped the drink and moaned all the while. How long had he gone without such tasteful food? The mixture of sweet and salty together with a bit of iron made it one of the most amazing things he had ever eaten in his life. And after so long with tasteless muke, he couldn't help but lick inside the goblet, searching for more.

After there was nothing left and Harry faced Hermione, who had a big smile spread across her face.

"More." He demanded, but Hermione just shook her head.

"Sorry Harry, but I don't have lots of this stuff so you can only eat this much a day. I still got enough for the rest of the week but-"

"More!" Harry growled. Only thinking about wanting more, more, more!

Ron slapped him on the head with the Quibbler, hard.

"Down Vicky!" He said, making Harry fall out of his trance and blinking furiously. "

"Ow," Harry said as he rubbed his head. "You didn't need to hit me that hard."

Ron cocked a brow, making Harry roll his eyes.

After Harry's speech in the locker room, the team started walking towards the pitch, ready for battle. When they came across the Slytherin team.

"We're gonna kick your asses!" Katie Bell yelled, on which Harry wanted to facepalm himself.

"Not if we kick your asses first!" Crabbe yelled back, making the two teams erupted in a shouting match. Harry shook his head, before noticing silver eyes boring into his.

He turned his gaze to meet Draco. Draco smiled at him and gave him a greeting nod. His stomach felt strange by the gesture, even though it had been filled a few minutes ago. Still, Harry felt his legs go weak as he saw that adorable smile on the Slytherin's face.

'Wait. Adorable? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!'

"Harry? Are you coming?" He heard Ginny ask, not having noticed that the team had moved towards the pitch. Harry shook himself into focus before giving a little smile to her.

"Yep, coming." He said, trying to suppress that panicky voice in his head.

How could he have let this happen? How?!

Harry watched as the Slytherins' table cheered in happiness. After their team won.

Their team won! And it was all his fault. If he hadn't been so…

What had he been doing?!

When the game started Harry and Draco both took off and tried to find the snitch, running through the obstacles as they were on each others backs every time one of them saw the snitch.

And that was the problem. Harry hadn't noticed it for one moment.

Instead, he was, he was… distracted.

Not able to help himself as Draco occupied almost all of his attention. The blond-haired boy almost fell off one of the pillars, making Harry want to run towards him and completely ignoring the snitch that was flying right beside him. Felt himself slowing down as he watched Draco's backside muscles move in certain ways that made his head spin. Tripping as Draco smiled at him, his cheeks pink and rosy from running which made for the most captivating-"

Harry stopped his thoughts, finally noticing that he'd moved towards the exit of the Great Hall, while others were partying or sulking.

He frowned and turned to see Draco, still in his Quidditch robes, his eyes shining with something Harry didn't know as he smiled at him… and almost giving Harry a heart-attack.

"Jesus Draco! Please stop sneaking up on me it's not good for my heart." Harry said, one hand on his heart as to prove his point.

Draco just kept smiling, his hands behind his back as he looked a little upwards to meet Harry's eyes. And only now did Harry noticed the sudden hight difference.

"Please, you've survived a lot more than that," Draco said teasingly. Making Harry's heartbeat go faster.

"Great game," Harry said a genuine smile plastered on his face as he stuck out his hand. "Congratulations on your win."

Draco's eyes seemed to sparkle again, making Harry's throat go dry. And giving him a strange urge to lock him up so no one else would ever see those beautiful eyes except for him.

"Thank you, told you I was going to beat your ass one of these days," Draco said, his hand eagerly shacking Harry's. Harry let out a small laugh, trying not to dwell on his strange mind and instead, enjoying the little time they had. Not able to let that soft hand go.

Draco's & Hermione's p.o.v

It was morning and Draco was having his breakfast, he looked over at the Gryffindor table to see Harry staring at him with a little smile on his face.

Draco ducked his head, trying to will away his blush.

Hermione picked up some ham on her plate as she looked at Ron whose eyes were threatening to close. She smiled fondly at him as she watched the effort he took to not fall asleep on his cereal.

She looked beside her to see Harry watching her with a pleading gaze.

"Fine, give me your goblet." She said, on which Harry eagerly gave it to her. She picked up her back, making a small opening to make sure no one sees what's inside of it and grabbing the blood bag out of it. Harry watched almost transfixed as she poured in the blood, licking his lips. After she handed it to Harry, he gulped it straight down.

Draco watched happily as Harry drank from the goblet again. He'd noticed that the vampire hadn't been eating that well lately, so he was relieved to notice Harry eating again. Even when he was a little disappointed, knowing it was just blood from some random muggle.

He took a sip of his own drink when someone called for him.

"Hey Draco, long time no see," Blaze said, as he came to sit next to Draco. Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I was kinda trying to keep it that way," Draco said, trying to distract himself and looked back at the Gryffindor table to meet Hermione's eyes. She smiled at him, and gave him a little wave before she quickly prevented Weasley falling on his breakfast.

"Ouch, that hurts my feelings. I thought we were friends." Blaze said as he pouted. "And as your friend, I want to look out for you. I mean, that Mudblood is one thing, but Potter too?"

Draco growled low in his throat. But Blaze didn't seem to catch on.

"You're not honestly stopping your friendship with me, us, for that scar-head?" Blaze said pointing to Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and Pansy.

"Shut up Blaze, and by all means fuck off," Draco said as he sipped his drink, letting Blaze walk back to his original spot in a daze. Draco didn't care about them anymore.

They never were his friends, maybe they tried to be in their own twisted ways, but Draco had no longer any desire to have friends like that.

Especially when he found two amazing ones.

As time went by, and Ron got awaker by the minute. Hermione felt her body grow hot. Her breathing got slowly more elaborate and her hands started shaking a bit.

Draco rubbed his sweating forehead with the back of his hand. He looked around and saw some people do the same.

Hermione got slightly dizzy as she smelled Ron's scent heavy in the air. Seeing him look at her with a worried expression asking her if she was okay.

Draco loosened his green tie, trying to get some air as the need to run to Harry became stronger and stronger. He looked to the Gryffindor table to see Hermione as disheveled as he was, and he didn't need to read her mind to know what this was.

"Heat."

Hello PEOPLE!

To begin this long ass A.N, I want to apologize if you think Hermione has been acting like a bitch. I didn't want to make her one, I still have trouble with writing her p.o.v and Harry's, but I hope you still enjoy the story.

I've good news and I've got bad news... Let's start with the good.

So good news is that I've found this site that helps with my horrible grammar and stuff like that! And after seeing all the mistakes that I've made, I'm really grateful for you guys putting up with it. I've also mended my earlier mistakes, YAY!

Bad news is... I'm going on a vacation again. Well, it's good news for me but bad news for you all since I won't be able to update the next one/two weeks. I try to make it after one week, but I'm not sure.

Sorry for the cliffhanger.

My apologies for forgetting to do this last week but: Thanks for following/favoriting/reading this fic!

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