Story time!
Chapter Three
Next morning, Draco woke to the sounds of five Gryffindors yawning, stretching, waking and changing. He blinked sleepily, still in his dog form, and lifted his head out, and saw -
BLOODY HELL.
Harry was, apparently, the most wide awake boy of the five, and was currently changing. Okay, put it this way - lifting the shirt over his head, displaying his tanned and muscular chest. The pup suddenly found himself wanting to drool, but stopped himself just in time. No, no... no! thought Draco frantically, shaking his head a bit. No dirty thoughts! That's a big no-no to you, Drakey darling...
"Oi Harry, your Sibelian Musky's awake!"
Harry scowled. "Ron, it's not Silbelian Musky, it's Siberian Husky. Geez, can't you get at least the breed right?"
Ron shrugged as Harry turned, leaned over, and picked up the pup. "Fine, dog expert, I didn't know."
Draco looked up at Harry with his adoring puppy eyes, and Harry almost melted. "Hey, Astrel, I need to go get breakfast, okay? You stay here and be good. Or well, you can go around if you want. I'll be back after all the classes, k'?"
Astrel-Draco whined, then gave a tiny bark, tail wagging furiously once again. The other four boys crowded around Harry's shoulder, looking at the pup. "Say, Harry, that pup sure is cute, ain't he?"
"Of course!" Harry retorted, and leant forward to place a gentle kiss on the puppy's wet nose.
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Draco rushed back to his dormitory, tiny paws pounding on the cold stone floor. He hid in the shadows as Pansy Parkinson came out of the portrait hole, and ducked in. He managed to slip into the sixth year dormitory room unnoticed, then changed back into himself.
Glancing at the watch, he groaned. Only five minutes left before classes. Can't do much except to conjure up a sandwich then head straight for class, eh? He grabbed his wand, conjured up a sandwich, gathered up his books, then exited the Slytherin sixth year dormitory hurriedly, at a stalking gait. Running pass the portrait and stuffing the sandwich whole into his mouth, he almost collided into Crabbe and Goyle who were heading towards their next class - potions.
"Hey, Draco," greeted Crabbe. Draco groaned at their never changing greeting inwardly, and replied with a wry, "Hi."
The three of them walked towards the Potions classroom. His heart came up his throat when Draco saw that Harry and his two best friends were already standing outside the Potions classroom. Before he could say anything, Ron caught sight of him and a frown was seen on his face almost immediately.
Suppressing the urge to go over to Harry and press himself onto his chest, Draco barely managed to place a sneer on his face and spit out, "What Weasley? Only just realized how filthy you are?"
Harry and Hermione whipped around. "What did you say, Malfoy?" glared Ron, making the other two grab hold of his sleeves.
"Leave him be," said Harry, emerald eyes piercing into emotionless silver ones. "He's just a piece of scum."
Draco tensed, hurt spreading over his fragile heart. Tears unwillingly sprang up in his eyes, and he only managed to blurt out, "Crabbe. Tell Snape I'm not well," before fleeing away towards the dungeons.
*surrenders* I KNOW, KNOW, KNOW that this is a BLOODY SHORT chapter, but I updated at the very least? Finals are coming soon, but I'll try my best. Review please!!!
- Wolfress
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