Title: Human

Author: Metis' mischief

Summary: Harry Potter's life changed drastically, turning around 160 degrees completely. In an accident, he turned into a creature of the dark, feared by all. When the temptation for the call of the blood and flesh becomes too much for Harry. He becomes desperate and seeks help but many of his friends and colleagues turned away from terror and disgust. True bonds are revealed. Friendships are tested. Draco Malfoy, an old enemy, unexpectedly, becomes the light of Harry's dark world.

Disclaimer: This scripture was based from the characters and scenes from the astonishing novels: Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling, and as an aspiring writer, I have no rights and claims to these fantastic novels but I dare say, what I only own are the ideas in this tale: HUMAN

Author's notes: This tale focus on the darker aspect of life, such as blood, flesh, temptation, betrayal, hatred, and revenge along with it is hope and love. You have been warned!

Message: I am trying to type faster and compose more diligent with this story but my work is hindering me, especially my schedule which mostly composite of graveyard shift duty. So, I am sorry again for the delay update.

From the previous chapter:

"How-" I began to utter but caught myself from asking. I blushed as I realize I was about to open up, of all people, is with Malfoy.

"I could tell by how you reacted and based on who you are, Potter." he smiled at me, in a lazy and kind of affectionate way, that it made me squirm uncomfortably as I realized that it felt strange within the pit of my stomach, not horrible but more of a pleasant feeling. "I could easily guess how your brain works weirdly." He smirked in teasing way.

'Whoa!' I blinked in dazed then shake my head to snap out of it as I began to sink in adoration and admiration for Malfoy 'This can't be happening.'

"Are you alright?" He asked as he saw me acting strangely.

I feel hot as I stutter: "Yes, just tired."

"Okay, then sleep after drinking this." He offered the teacup again.

I stared at the cup as I debated if I should take it or decline the offer more gently.

"Potter, it's given willingly and not taken forcefully." He said as he took my hand and placed the warm tea. "Just think of it as blood donation or to humor yourself think of it as how a donor mother gives her breast milk to another child." Then he took off as I laughed at his sarcastic comparison of my situation to a mundane matter.

"Thanks, Draco," I whispered as I stared warmly at the teacup at my hand.

End of the previous chapter.

Chapter 18: Fleeting feelings

Morning came.

I woke up, surprised. It was very rare that I would have a good night sleep without any dreams or disturbances with my overwhelming senses. Maybe that tea did help.

I have to thank Malfoy, somehow.

Standing up from the bed as I stretch my body; twisting my hips and pulling my back muscles with ease. Again, no ache. Usually, my body would have some pain from adjusting because of my transformation.

Simply amazing!

I wonder in awe. While I was busy thinking, a knock sounded from the door.

"Harry, are you awake?" Hermione asked through the door.

"Yes, I'm up!" I answered. "Let me change first and I'll be out."

"Okay. Wear something warm. Draco said we will be going outside, today. Something about testing about your abilities." Hermione uttered. "See you at the kitchen. We'll be having breakfast first."

"Sure." I muttered as I hop towards the drawers to grab some clothes. Pulling out a fresh pair of undies, a woolly fitted pair of black pants and a faded red turtle neck sweater matching it with a pair of black rubber shoes. Then finally, checking myself in front the mirror as I try to fix my helpless hair. It took me 6 minutes to finally give up on this bird nest hair of mine. At least, I am decent looking. I wouldn't want Malfoy to think less of me; If I am wearing something sloppy. I went out my room as I descended the stairs and walk with a skip in my feet as I slowly approached the kitchen.

"Hmm… Somebody woke up at the good side of the bed, today." A voice uttered from the stove, stirring at what was supposed to be a pot of soup, as he looks up when I entered.

Malfoy stood there, dressed with white loose shirt and soft-looking dark brown khaki pants that fitted him like gloves, with his hand holding the stirring spoon and his other hand on his waist, emitting that calm, elegant and mature aura that look so temptingly sexy.

I blushed at the sight of him as I felt my whole face burn, hotly. Dumbfounded by his beauty, I stood there like an idiot.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped in surprise as she ogled at me with her wide eyes open. "You look good in that outfit."

"Thanks." I whispered as I suddenly felt anxious as I fiddled at my sweater.

Laughing, Hermione with her good nature, patted me at my shoulder – reassuring me that I look just fine and making me relax. I glanced at Malfoy with great anticipation.

"Wow. Moine is right. That outfit looks good on you, Harry." Malfoy gaze held appreciation as he turns off the stove and walk towards me.

"H-Harry?" I asked as my heartbeat went wild from the moment, he uttered my name.

"Yes, Harry… Call me, Draco." He said in a very savvy tone. "Of course, that is if you don't like to?"

"I would! I like to!" I answered with so much vigor that made him, laugh at my antics. Yet, his laughter made me feel so hazy from its sound and a small electric tingle pass by my whole body with so much glee. 'Shit! I feel like I just like those squealing girls. This is so embarrassing!'

Hermione, from my side, raised one of her eyebrows in confusion and skeptically looks at me which made me calmed down. I scold myself for making an uncomfortable scene.

"Master, the bread from oven is already baked." The house elf called out. Saving me from further embarrassing myself as the awkward moment vaporized.

"Thank you, Tiffany." He spoke with such gentleness. "Let's eat." Smiling at us as he led us and took out some plates while Hermione also arrange the utensils on the table. I went on by helping by setting the mugs.

Tiffany levitates the basket filled of bread, the pot of hot soup and the teapot on to the table. Everybody settled down as each took a sit and serve themselves with a bowl of soup and a piece of hot pipping croissant, smearing with either butter or blueberry jam, and pouring for themselves a cup of tea to go along with their meal.

Before Harry could take a bite, Draco called out his attention. "Yes?" He asked as he was holding the croissant before his lips. He was seriously hunger.

"Are you fine with that only?" He spoke tactlessly.

"Oh." My eyes widen as I seriously forgotten my current situation. I can't eat normal food, not anymore. I sadly put down my food unto the plate before me.

"Give it to me." He said as he took look on my face. Maybe, he saw the defeat on my expression as he whispered to me.

With the question at the tip of my tongue, I silently pass over my plate towards him. He reaches out and place it on his side. "Tiffany, can you get the cooked bacon over the sink?"

"Yes master, with pleasure." Tiffany bounce from her sit as she was in the middle of her biting her bread and zoom towards the sink near the stove, coming back with a plate a big slabs of meat semi - cooked to Draco.

"Thank you, Tiffany. You are the best." He grinned at her as he took the plate.

Blushing, the house elf returns to her sit as she continued with her breakfast. Draco took his time into cutting the meat into length-wise strips then placed some on my croissant then pass it on to me.

"Here, try it out." He said after giving it to me.

"What it is?" I asked as my mouth watered from the appetizing smell and the meat looked so juicy and tender.

"Silver-horned hare." He answered, plain and simple.

"What?!" I shouted in shock as I returned my gaze on the meat, with disbelief. "For real? Is there such creature?"

"Yes, I guess here in our country, such creatures are rare but in the warm climate continents, they are mostly seen. The frustrating part is that meat on your plate is from an old one. We can't buy the young ones because that would be breaking the protection act on these guys but since eating it has good effects for the magical development of a wizard that's why even old beasts are still popular within the wizardry community. Don't worry it's not that expensive. Father bought it from the black market, which it was sold half the original price." He explained as he took a bite from his cut croissant.

"I would pretend I didn't hear that for the sake of Harry, Draco." Hermione warned as she sips her tea, staring at Draco with reprimanding tone.

Nodding to Hermione as a thanks for understanding and eventually returning his gaze at me, he gestured me with a urging nod to take a bite at the meat which was put on the top of my bread. Gulping, I, courageously, took a bite.

The meat and bread inside my mouth was like a heaven to my taste buds.

It was so delicious!

I close my eyes savoring the food as I moan in delight. The food in front of me, immediately, continuously to enter my mouth as I eat more with a happy tune, humming away. I never thought I would enjoy eating this much after what happen to me. I was definitely wrong!

As I open eyes after finishing that delectable dish, I realizing everybody were staring at me, with an exception of Tiffany, with a mixture of relief and amusement on their expression.

I cleared my throat awkwardly.

Giggling at my embarrassment, Hermione return to her breakfast with a much more relax gesture as she was happy for me. Well, she always cared for me, that I am grateful for her. She then was in deep thought, fueled by my reaction to the said experiment that was on going, which is my food intake.

I sighed. Typical Hermione…

Slowly glancing at the other person in the room, as my curiosity and my short-lived courage urge me, my body froze as soon as I caught a glimpse of him. He was staring at me with such intensity and a lazy and pleased smile appeared on his pink and plum lips. A hot rush spread throughout my body, I felt too warm underneath my skin and a chill electrify me to the bones. I told myself to breath as I become nervous and giddy at the same time.

'Shit! Shit! Stop, Harry! You have Ginny! Stop crushing on Draco Malfoy!'

"Satisfied?" He asked in a whisper-like tone that had an additional effect on me as it brings more - the disturbing tremors in my body. I felt drunk, fulfilled and overloaded in all my five senses and in a crazy way, I was bursting with happiness that I couldn't describe what was really happening to me. Confused, I bow my head and muttered: "Yeah."

"That's good to know." He said as he returns to his tea, sipping in a sensual and elegant way. "Harry…"

Another shiver runs all over my body as he spoke my name. I was filled with anticipation. That's when I know I had it bad.

'God-damn it!'

I've become too conscious upon discovering my new profound emotion towards my so-called savior, long-time rival and now my ex-enemy. I subconsciously, glance towards him and couldn't stop myself from fidgeting about my appearance and I, even, watch out on how I should act in front of him, despite of my reluctant to accept that – this is really happening to me at this point of my life.

As agreed, after finishing our breakfast, we went out to try out some of the theories that Hermione and Draco have formulated on the past few days when I was still was knock out.

As we exited the beautiful tiny mansion, what greeted us was the warm ray of morning sunlight and the overgrown yet elegant garden of Draco. An aroma of herbs, and flowers gently float over us as the fresh and cool wind had blown towards our direction. Just beyond the makeshift fence, made of the stock up white stones, were rows of pines and wild bushes - a formidable barrier, if I say so myself as it did its purpose of hiding the whole infrastructure.

"So, our agenda for this day are 2 main points. Firstly, we're going to test your abilities." Draco spoke as his eyes wander from greenery of the lush forest to my very own emerald eyes, making me conscious as his silvery gaze stared at me with interest and intensity.

"I-." I started as my voice crack and my heart galloped a mile away. I cleared my throat as I felt the warm blush crept over my cheeks. "Mione and I already tested it out"

"I know." He said in a matter-fact tone.

"Then. Why?" I asked him.

"I want to compare them from the previous data, there might be another development in terms of skills or feature that might have escape your notice." He explained in his cool and alluring voice.

"Oh. Okay." I muttered feeling like an idiot. 'I should have thought of that.'

"Then, the second agenda is we should really hunt some creatures for your consumption, Harry." He said afterwards as he took out his wand and casting a spell to let us out from the barrier of his huge cabin.

"Hunt?!" Both Hermione and I asked at the same time with flabbergasted expressions on our faces.

"Yesssh…" He smirked at us as he slowly answered, prolonging the 's'-sound of the word, making gulped hard. He trudged through the forest path and we hurriedly follow him.

"How? Where?" Hermione asked in surprised tone. She was just as bewildered like me at the thought of us hunting in the deep forest.

"My. My. Hermione, I won't even suggest it. If, I didn't know how to. To answer your question. Yes, I do know how and to answer the question: where. We'll just have to find them, right?!"

He shrugged both of his shoulders in a relax and arrogant manner, which frustrate me to no end.

'I wish I can snatch the smug look on his face.'

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