A soft sigh escaped his lips as he mentally begged for the night to last just a bit longer for them both, but it never does, and he is left to awake as the Slytherin everyone came to admire and hate at the same time. As the role model known to be the only one that can take on the Dark Lord's nemesis.

And they praised him for it…

The other students wanted to be him…

Rich, beautiful and just perfect in everyway.

And he deserved the attention because he was so perfect, but how much it was getting on his nerves. How much he was getting sickened by their false jeers and admiration. He knows the reasons behind their intentions now.

Motivate him to get rid of Harry Potter…

Offer him the greatest pleasures just to show the world that they are with the likes of Draco Malfoy. That they are worthy to be by his side…

He sees the reason why now, through the memory that he can never forget no matter what, even after six years. The reason why he was turned down, refused, dumped, just like that to a poor nobody that no one truly cared about.

Why the weasel was chosen over someone like him…

The one that nobody refuses, because how can you refuse a Malfoy?

But Harry did, and now Draco sees why.

"Because he's not like them…" his mind echoed over and over, and just after last night with him Draco was sure.

"He's not superficial…"

Weasley wasn't the most perfect person on earth, certainly not wealthy, and definitely not as…charming as Draco was made out to believe he was. And yet Harry still sought friendship in the red head, because that was more valuable then money, charm or any family name.

If only Draco had known that before…

Then he wouldn't have to dream about kissing those lips at night.

But somehow, even when the dream had passed and the person he sees in that meadow was no longer there, he still felt those lips on his at the moment. He squinted his eyes to focus in the dark, but he saw no one there.

Yet not as hesitant like in his dreams anymore, they were more urgent now as they pressed against his tightly, slowly trying to pry his lips apart. Draco felt his brows knit together, he was lost between the waking and the unconscious world. He debated whether to fully awaken or not, but if this was his dream still playing, the Harry of his dreams kissing him back like this, then he didn't want to lose this feeling. It was too good, too real.

But Harry's limits that he knew of were pushed when he felt hands pull off his warm blankets, an arm circle around his waist and a light weight press against the length of his body. Draco's eyes snapped open and a loud gasp was heard followed by some giggling.

"Oh my…"

"BLAISE!"

"Draco darling, I didn't know you sprout wings when you're pleasured. Makes me eager to find what happens to you during se--"

"BLAISE!! What are you-- shit!"

"My wings? But how?" he struggled to remember then cursed to himself as he pushed Blaise from off of him. Last night after he had seen Harry, he decided to go for some flight lessons, which then resulted in stealing kisses from a certain sleeping beauty from one of the towers of the school. He quickly tried to tuck away his stubborn new limbs.

"Oh don't panic love, I find them quite erotic"

"Blaise…just go away!! You're not helping"

"What? How dare you…?"

"Look I'm in a dilemma here, and all you're thinking about is sex!!" Blaise ran his fingers through his long, loose hair.

"I'm trying to give you what you want. So what if you're turning into a bird"

"What I want, Blaise? You're the one with sex on the mind 24/7! And I'm not turning into a bloody bird!"

"I just wanted to please you!! I just want to make you happy"

"Blaise the only way you can make me happy right now is by getting out of my life !!" Draco froze, as did Blaise. But it was too late, the damage had been done. Draco watched the other boy's pretty features turn hard and slowly tucked his hair behind his ear.

"Okay, I can clearly see that you're upset over something Draco, I just wish you would talk to me…" Draco sighed to himself out loud and pulled part of his blanket over his lap. He wasn't in the mood for this. He was irritated, confused, and his secret had partly been exposed to the other boy. But he was lucky that Blaise had been too horny to question his wings.

"Good day then…" he said as he stormed off out of the Slytherin dormitory. Draco shook his head and laid back down in his bed. Spreading his wings wide open for comfort.

He had to admit, along with his changing self this was bound to happen with Blaise. He didn't truly feel anything for the other boy. Blaise was merely a play toy for him. He only wished that he hadn't said anything until after he took care of his certain morning discomforts.

~*~

Harry was just coming back from his morning Quidditch practice when he was walking down the hall alone, while twirling the single feather with his fingers. He was on his way to get some breakfast when someone ruthlessly pushed him aside, knocking the feather out of his hand.

"Out of the way Potter!!" he got up just in time to see the back side of a raging Slytherin.

"What's the matter? Hall isn't big enough for you Blaise?" Blaise stopped and turned to face the offending Gryffindor.

"What's that Potter? You dare talk back to me?" Harry shrugged lazily and chose to ignore him when Blaise pushed him against the wall instead.

"I'm talking to you, you filth!"

"Yeah? Well that's good news. So what's eating you? Snape won't let you both go at it to raise your grade? He's not much of a morning person Blaise, try after dinner" Harry sneered and Blaise felt as though he had been slapped in the face with his words, and how dare he speak that way with him.

But Blaise was too upset to think of any way in which he can torture the school's beloved hero. So he presses Harry hard against the wall then pushes him aside to run down the hall in the opposite way.

So Harry finally made his way inside the Great Hall where he found another lone Slytherin having his breakfast already. But barely…

For a while he watched the blonde play with his food and randomly take bites out of it, it was clear that something seemed to be on his mind. So he rolled his brilliant jaded eyes, and made his way over towards the Slytherin table. Which of course, made quite a few heads turn his way.

"Hey…" Harry greeted which startled Draco out of his thoughts. The blonde felt his heart leap into his throat when he found the prized Gryffindor sitting right next to him on the Slytherin end of the hall. He looked around him, all surprised, and noticed a few eyes darting their way. But Harry seemed to pass everything off.

"Um…Potter, in case you got lost, but the Gryffindor table is three tables down"

"I know, I thought it'd be cool to start a controversy" Harry said with a shrug which made Draco smile half-heartedly.

"The things you do for attention, Potter" he muttered then focused his gaze back on his food.

"You seem pretty occupied, something on your mind?" again, Draco was surprised.

"You're asking me?" Harry looked around them.

"You are the only one here with me…" Draco thought for a moment, then shrugged off all awkward feelings he felt at the moment. After last night, he had thought, what else would surprise him about the boy wonder.

~*~

"So basically the honeymoon between you guys is over, huh" Harry yelled over to Draco who flew over him on his broom. Draco had gone into explaining the whole ordeal with Blaise and their chattering had led them to the outdoors back at the Quidditch pitch.

Draco eased his broom into normal speed and leaned over to rest his arms along the handle of the broom.

"Honeymoon? I would hardly even call it that…"

"But you had feelings for each other right?"

"No, not even Potter"

"That must be sad. Was he your first?"

"I beg your pardon…"

"I wouldn't waste my first time on just anyone, that totally kills the whole sacredness behind lovemaking. And I wouldn't definitely waste it on a guy like Blaise either. What made you go for guys anyway?" Draco's broom came to a complete stop.

"I am not discussing my sexual life with you…of all people" Harry shook his head.

"Oh gee, I don't see why. Then again you weren't the one that lavishly tried to kiss me in the infirmary the other day. Or did Madam Pomfrey's potions at the time, do a number on your sanity?" Draco glared at him.

"Shut up"

"Anyway I'm right? Right? And you know it"

"Look, nothing serious happened between me and Blaise. As tempted as I was, I didn't go for…you know…we were just… fooling around" Harry blinked for a moment than threw his head back in laughter.

"Are you telling me that you didn't shag Blaise?" as true as it was, Draco felt his cheeks flush.

"No…not really"

"Not really?"

"Look I wasn't really serious with him okay?"

"Oh yeah? so tell me then, was he not as good as your former lovers?"

"Former lovers? Potter, it was only Blaise that I almost…" he broke off, thinking back at the days of how his old, careless self seemed to lust after anyone that appealed to him. He felt disgusted now as he thought of how that landed him with someone like Blaise. Not that Blaise was a bad person, he just hadn't thought things through. And he was now glad that he hadn't gone any further with Blaise. Harry was watching him now and a look of disappointment seem to cross his face.

"Oh…that's strange"

"How is that strange Potter?"

"Well given the manner of your personality, I thought you had probably slept with at least half the school by now…guess I was wrong…" Draco heard this and felt his surroundings suddenly turn grim. His eyes had widened in disbelief, looking completely bewildered. Harry stopped his broom completely turned around to face him.

"What?"

"What? What?? Is that what you thought of me all this time? I mean damn Potter I was bad, I know I was. It's a fucking Slytherin trait! But to be the slut of the school is low, too low. Even for a bloody Slytherin!!" he yelled so loud that his voice began to crack. Harry was shocked to see that he was actually hurt by what he had said.

"Draco… I'm sorry, I never really knew you back then and I don't think I fully understand who you are now. As sad as it is but we live at a school where reputations are built on the rumors we hear"

"And you believed those rumors!!"

"To be honest, yes" Harry said which made Draco fall quiet all of the sudden. Not only had the boy wonder dumped him in their first year, he was now thought of as a slut in the mind of the boy who lived. Harry sighed to himself and backed up his broom to reach Draco's distance.

"I didn't believe those rumors at first, nor did I choose to want to believe them. Do you want to know why?" Draco looked away, he really didn't care anymore. He felt like no matter what he did, he would never appeal to Harry.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't think you were that kind of a person, Draco. As much as I hated you back then, I still believed that you wouldn't ever stoop that low." Draco sighed while shaking his head.

"But you were just unbelievable sometimes you know. You just kept doing these things to push me over the edge. I started thinking, that if you were that heartless to even members of your own house, than how can you possibly love anyone. Surely I thought that one night stands probably meant nothing to you if that was the case. You wouldn't care about hurting anyone's feelings in return for sheer pleasure for you." Draco felt dizzy and leaned over his broom again. Harry's words were weighing his mind down. So heavy, that he felt himself go down himself while on his broom. Harry had caught onto him and helped ushered him to the grounds of the Quidditch Pitch.

Draco landed onto his knees and felt like his head was about to split open. He felt so insignificant, so small that the stands around them seemed larger than usual. Like their towering bulks can come crashing down on him any second to crush the almost truth revealed to him about his former self.

It was true, Draco admitted to himself that he was like that. But he hadn't done anything whenever he was able to get anyone he desired alone. Some thing in the deepest conscious of his mind always stopped him, but he was never able to figure what it was.

But it didn't matter anymore, because he did say that he was changing. But to hear such words out of the cherished Gryffindor's mouth, Draco felt that there couldn't be hope for them. Any kind of hope to win his favor. But he wasn't going to give up. He wanted to prove to Harry that he was capable of changing that former attitude.

"Was I truly thought out to be like that Harry?" he exhaled, voice sounded like he was recovering from a panic attack. Harry watched him with much concern, and realized how much the other boy had truly wanted to get rid of his past image. He helps him sit up, and his arms stayed around the other boy as if assuring him.

"Draco you were only misunderstood, now's your chance to prove them wrong. I definitely was" Draco looks up at him, eyes locked on to emerald ones and tried to desperately tell them that he wanted to change without having to use words. But it was as if Harry had understood him all along as he nodded his head.

"I would help, Draco, however you must agree first whether you want to be helped or not" Draco looked away, partly with disgust. He vowed once that he would never ask Harry Potter, the one he had hated most, for any kind of help. But he fought off his pride as he agreed with himself that he wanted to be worthy, even if it meant to seek his aid.

He didn't dare meet the other boy's eyes as Harry helped them both to their feet. As Harry reached for Draco's broom, he was met with the silver orbs again.

"I'd appreciate that Potter" he muttered which only made Harry smile.

~*~

Night had fallen over the silent castle that was hidden deep from the eyes of the non-magical. But just over by the glassy lake lost among the white of the snow, where hues of the blue snow fairies glittered off the crystals of the snowflakes as they danced happily around the aura in which had attracted them to the site. A site of which stood a magnificent dragon and it's keeper, entangled in a strongly affectionate embrace. The white beast folded it's wings over the boy as Harry held onto it tightly, in disbelief of seeing it again.

And he stuck onto the soothing warmth of its body, listening to the rhythm of its deep breathing where fire boiled and waited to be exhaled. It's silver dipped fur felt so good against him as he suddenly realized the cold that was beginning to nip at parts of his exposed skin.

He had been preparing for bed after spending the whole day with the Slytherin of just sitting around the fire and talking to make up for all those lost years. Then a feeling had hit him, and he had ran out of the castle into the dead of the winter in only his slippers, pants and a thin white shirt. He had found that his feelings were true and that his beloved was waiting for him just near the sparkling lake.

"I'm so happy to see you" he muttered against its fur while sniffling.

"I thought I'd lost you, but you're here…" a smile cry escaped his throat, but he ignored the outstanding temperatures and still held onto his dragon. Draco was shaking his head mentally. The boy was really going to get it in the morning.

But it felt so good after a while of being cooped up inside the castle walls. His dragon self kept screaming for release, but he was in no shape to control that hunger nor to transform and satisfy that hunger. But he was free now and what a relief it was. But it was strange this time, he wasn't feeling his life draining away as he always did before.

His snout nudged Harry's face as he realized that there were tears on the boy's face. Harry stroked it's snout affectionately and laughed when it's forked tongue lapped at his cheeks gently. Draco was enjoying the sensation as well and he didn't pretend to have slipped by taking in the taste of Harry's lips too while lapping up his tears.

Harry closed his eyes and nuzzled the dragon's head, while unconsciously running his fingers over the pearly scales on its head. Draco groaned subconsciously, just by touching his scales sent shivers through the dragon's body and the salty taste of another human was strong on his dragon tongue. He couldn't believe how Harry was making him feel, even in dragon form.

But he felt that Harry was turning ice cold and tried to warm him up as possible as he could. He knew the moment had to end now or else Harry would freeze to death. But how was he going to tell him to go?

Harry's breathing became hitched in his throat as he felt his blood turn heavy in his veins. The cold winter chill was finally catching up to him, but there was so much that he wanted to tell his dragon.

"Go on back to the castle idiot, its freezing out here…"

But there was no way of telling him that without being exposed. He then realized that the boys tears were flowing in heaps and were even cresting on his pallid cheeks. Harry finally decided to go back to the castle himself, but his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't walk. So he stuck onto the dragon a little longer until his eyelids felt heavy, and Draco was clearly able to see him lose focus.

"I can't let you go now, its too late" he slurred as his jaw felt too stiff to move as well. Draco clenched his teeth together and concentrated on transforming back. Even if Harry was aware of the situation or not, he was the only one able to get Harry back inside now.

So that was when the other boy started feeling the changes. Harry felt the big bulk suddenly slim down to a very thin frame, and where fur used to be was replaced with flawless, ivory skin.

Harry pulled his head back and tried to focus his eyes, but all he was able to see was an outline of a boy and a pair of wings. He looked down to his waist and felt rather than saw, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his torso. He became confused, where was his dragon? Or was the cold altering his mind that much?

So he looked back up, eyes still scrunched in focus, and realized his own lifeless arms were around the slender shoulders of the other person. But he felt too numb, he had been out for too long that even his mind was getting numb. Too numb to even register the warm lips that were soon planted on his now.

And they were so warm that he felt life pour into him all of the sudden. He felt the warmth of the other person's tongue slip in gently, prying open his stiff jaw that suddenly felt free enough to do some exploring himself.

And he didn't waste time, once he felt his blood flow back into his arms, he wrapped them tighter around that person and allowed his fingers to trail over the roughness of the woven feathers meeting skin on Draco's back. Draco moaned softly at the sensitivity in that area.

His legs were no longer frost bitten as they felt like melting from under him, and he kissed that person back with much passion that the warmth given to him had stirred up. And his mind was now replaced with intoxicating feeling of it all instead of the numbness that couldn't allow him to think. Not that Harry wanted to think now, he just wanted to let the moment take its course.

But Draco had almost forgotten, and it took Harry to remind him as he was the first to pull away. Harry studied the other person's face while feeling so drunk, and Draco watched him screw up his eyes and thought for sure that Harry was able to see him clearly now.

"I see you in my dreams…who are you?" Harry managed to ask, his mouth didn't feel like it was his and couldn't speak right.

"My dragon…?" he said in hushed tones. No, this taste, these sensations, they were all too familiar to Harry. His emerald eyes then widen a little as he whispered softly and slowly.

"Draco…"

By being lost in the heat of it all, Draco couldn't focus on anything else. He had wanted this so much that it had almost made him forget that he could be exposed now that Harry was in his right mind again. So he suckled onto Harry's lips again that tasted like honeydew and Harry had let out a soft moan in protest. He still didn't know who this other being was, or rather, he wasn't sure. He didn't know whether he was dreaming again or not.

"Until you find me love, I will let you know" Draco replies between kisses then finally lets out a soft, long sigh against Harry. Draco opened his eyes from the daze to find Harry staring back at him dazed as well. Draco smiles and kisses him long and slow before he whispered:

"Somneus…" against Harry's swollen lips. Draco held him tighter against him and planted kisses all over his neck and cheek as Harry's head suddenly lolled onto Draco's shoulder with a sigh from the affects of the sleeping spell that he had cast on him. Draco then carefully carried the sleeping Harry in his arms and studied his face.

He wasn't wearing his glasses for once and his pale skin was flushed from the chilly air. There was no denying that the boy was just plain ordinary, but somehow, he was still beautiful in Draco's eyes.

His lips were fiery red, urging the Slytherin to suck on them again. But Draco knew if he were to kiss them again, he wouldn't be able to let go at all. So he stretched his wings out wide and planted a single kiss on Harry's cheek..

"Sorry about that love, but we can't have you see who we really are now can we?" he uttered in low yet subtle tone of voice. He then took off into the air and flew up towards the Gryffindor Tower to tuck Harry into bed.

And to possibly get…

…tucked in with him.

Draco liked that last thought.