Chapter 2-Teaching Student

Beverly: ok, the same thing but Draco's POV

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            I'm staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. All that bloody energy keeping me awake. Stupid wings! Hm. I grimaced. With my troubles containing my energy, it must be really bad for Potter. Ha! Probably using it all on the Ravenclaw seeker. I heard a growl. Funny, everyone's asleep. I can tell by decibel of snoring. So what was that? I would not growl because of the girl and Potter… would I? What a thought, of course not. I really should get to sleep. I released my wings. Still, I wonder what Potter's look like.

            I woke up and looked around. Wasn't I in bed? And didn't I have my wings out? I was in some kind of forest and I could easily see the full moon… wait just a second. It was ¾ waning tonight! Ah, I must be dreaming. Hey! Isn't that Potter? Maybe he's finally decided to tell me, though he'll probably have second thoughts and I'd have to force it out of him. Oh well, he could use a scare.

            "I've been waiting, Harry."

            What'd I just say? Oops. Let it go, Potter. It's just a dream. Oh, who am I kidding. If he has wings, he knows dreams like this are really the people within them. Bet it took a lot for him to get this far.

            "I'm sure you've had this dream before."

            I stood up and brushed myself off. It's satisfying to be taller than Potter, even though it's only because he slouches. Otherwise, we'd be the same height

            "So, you're finally ready."

            Someone was being quiet today.

            "What do you mean?"

            Well, if he was going to play innocent. I wonder why I can't see his aura. It is a dream after all. Anyway, he should figure it out already, but if he needed proof.

            "Let me show you something, Potter."

I released my wings and he just stared at me, mouth agape. Ugh. He just won't give! I mean, that he doesn't want to show me, that's understandable, but that he acts surprise, I just can't stand. I was going to force his wings out and make it PAINFUL too. After all, my specialty IS destructive energy.

            "Lets see how you react to THIS."

            He watched me form a ball of energy. Oh yes, this was going to HURT. Oh, I nearly forgot. It WOULD help if I put a 'wing' spell in. Bright bolds of gold-silver bolts ran through blood red. Of course these colors would show up, their MY three colors after all. I wonder what Potter's are. Speaking of Potter, he looked scared enough. Good, he should be. He shut his eyes tightly as I sent the ball at him. His wings appeared, covering him entirely. I thought he wouldn't bring them out until the spell hit and forced them out. Oh well, not that it… WHAT? Where did all my energy go? It just disappeared. Oh, wait as second. Potter's specialty is protection, isn't it? Guess that makes sense, being he was in mortal danger so many times and always got out of it. It would help a little, wouldn't it? So what are his colors? Royal Purple. With the way everyone treats him like a god, it's to be expected. 'Oh, look. It's Harry Potter of the lightning bolt scar! It's the Boy Who Fucking Lived!' Emerald green. The eyes. Sapphire. Now I wonder where that one comes from. Hmph. And it actually looked good on him. Damnit.

            "Beautiful wings you've got there, Potter."

            Godamnit. That's the second time. Might as well keep talking.

            "I knew they'd show up if I sent something that strong at you."

            "What in the bloody hell are you talking about, Malfoy?"

            I couldn't see what he was doing, hiding behind his wings. I found it extremely annoying.

            "Those wings of yours, of course."

            No use playing around.

            "I don't have wings."

            God, this Gryffindore is stupid! Not his wings. And I suppose the fact that they're attached to his back doesn't mean anything.

            "Of course you do! Now move them aside so I can see what you're doing."

            Annoying little git. Quit playing with me, It's not going to work. I was gonna kill Potter one of these days. Ah, there. He's moving them. He wrenched them sideways in a stiff fashion. You know, the way no one would EVER move a limb. I heard a crack and his left wing hung limp. I guess I was wrong, though I would never admit it. I am a Malfoy after all.

            "So, Potter, this is your first time, isn't it?"

            He nodded.

            "Yeah."

            Father would have beaten me for speaking in such a way. Isn't good enough, he says. I smiled. Potter looks funny. Well, I guess he doesn't know about pets then. I put 2 fingers to my mouth and did a rather new achievement to me. I whistled. I heard a snort behind me and stood still, relaxed. I noticed Potter's eyes bulge. Not everyday you see a dragon respond to whistles. Especially a dragon like mine. Now it was his turn.

            "Go ahead, Harry, whistle."

            Oh God, not again!

            "I can't whistle."

            "Neither could I, before. Now whistle."

            He rolled his eyes. That would have gotten me in trouble too. He put his index and thumb inside his mouth, looking defiant. The noise sounded like Madam Hooch's whistle. His eyes widened in surprise. Oh wow, he could whistle. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. His animal stepped into the ring of light. Pure white, like the rest of them. Only its eyes were the color of Potters. The unicorn's horn was intertwined blue and purple, but above all, It's best feature was the aura. Of course, it was identical to Harry's… Bright emerald green, swirls of cold sapphire running threw it, evershifting.

            "An unusual match you've got there, Potter."

            "Right back at you."

            He was still staring wearily at the creature behind me, amazed. Huh, what was that? Oh yes, internal time clock. It must be 6:30.

            "I aught to get going, Potter. See you around."

            I stretch my wings, since I would wake up as long as I was more than a silhouette. And Potter was staring.

            "Yours are just as long, you know."

            I left, instinctly making a show of myself by stopping, from Boy Who Lived's POV, exactly in front of the full moon, showing an 'angel-like,' I guess you could say, shadow.

            'I aught to get going, Potter. See you around.'

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Beverly: My favorite part's the silhouette… Yay. Anyway, Review and hope to see you next chapter.