This chapter is dedicated to Relle, for giving me this idea… I couldn't quite kill her, but I hope you like what I do have done to her! Get Well Soon! [the bands of constraining blue light were inspired by Aliens Stole My Father. Or it could have been Aliens Ate My Homework, Aliens Stole My Sneakers, or Aliens Stole My Body. Lol. One of those]. Beta'd by Tas, luv ya wifey!

  A few hours later the sun was slanting through the large windows of the library, highlighting the dust motes that drifted through the still air. The golden beams also reflected off the glasses of Harry Potter, who was immersed in a large book, and glistened on the blond strands in Ginny Weasley's red hair.

  "Harry?"

  Harry jumped. "Oh! Hey, Ginny."

  "Can I talk to you?"

  There was a strange, hopeful look in the girl's brown eyes, and Harry smiled reassuringly. "Sure. Here?"

  "No, Madam Pince might yell at us. Follow me?"

  Harry left the book on the table and followed his best friend's little sister out of the large room. He had been looking for something to turn Draco's hair back to normal, but Ginny looked so upset. He was sure Draco wouldn't mind if he spoke to her for a bit. Ginny pulled him into a classroom and shut the door. Then she stood, looking at him.

  "Gin, what is it?"

  "Where have you been? I've been so worried…"

  "Didn't Ron tell you?"

  "No."

  "I've been with Draco."

  Ginny gasped. "That bastard? Why?" she growled, glaring.

  Harry shrugged. "I'm his mate – he's part veela. He can't cope without me."

  "And you've just accepted that?!" Ginny spat accusingly. "No, don't bother to make excuses. I don't want to hear them. I don't want you to say anything at all. You're mine, Harry Potter. It's time you admitted it to yourself."

  "Wha- Ginny? Yours? I don't-"

  She silenced him by pressing her lips to his. Harry pulled away, pushing her back gently. "No, Ginny. I'm with Draco now. I-"

  Ginny raised her wand and muttered 'constraigo!' Harry suddenly found that he could not move. He strained his muscles to get away as, once again, Ginny moved closer and pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes.

  "You will be mine, you are mine!" she whispered in his ear. "Admit it to yourself. No-one else means anything to you. No–one else but me."

  Harry couldn't even shake his head.

  "You cannot cry out, no one can hear you. You can only surrender to me."

  Harry's eyes widened. She was wrong. As Ginny started to undo the tie to his robes, he called out with all his mind;

  Draco!!!!! Help Me!!!!

  Ginny started to unbutton his shirt.

  Draco!! QUICK!

  There was no sound in return.

  DRACO!!!!

  And then, finally, he heard a reply.

  Harry? I'm coming!

  Please hurry! Draco!

  Harry was starting to panic – Ginny was undoing his jeans. His shirt was pooled on the floor around him, his robe flung carelessly on a chair. Then, at last, he heard footsteps thundering down the hallway.

  Draco had been happily reading a book, waiting for Harry to return to him. It had been hard, possibly the hardest thing that he had ever done, but Draco had insisted that he go. He needed to get his hair back to its normal colour as quickly as possible. A Malfoy with neon pink hair was a thing unheard of.

  Then – Draco!!!!! Help Me!!!! – had echoed into his mind. Draco jumped off of the sofa and headed to the exit, completely forgetting his hair.

  Draco!! QUICK!

  Harry was starting to sound really panicky. Whatever was wrong, Draco was willing to bet it wasn't good. Maybe one of the Slytherins had attacked Harry? Maybe Voldemort had gotten into the castle, and Harry needed his help? A thousand scenario's passed through Draco's frantic brain, each one worse than the last.

  DRACO!!!!

  Harry? I'm coming! He called back.

  Please hurry! Draco!

  He could feel where Harry was, and this 6th sense led him straight to the room where he was being held. The door was magically locked. Something was really wrong. Draco growled, and felt his nails begin to elongate and his teeth sharpen. He slammed his shoulder into the door. It creaked, but it was sturdy and he still could not give in. Eyes narrowing, he flung a fireball at the door, and it shattered. Harry was standing, trapped by bands of blue light around his neck, wrists and ankles. He was in his boxers, his clothes lying scattered around him. A figure with long red hair spun around as he entered.

  "You!!"

  But Draco was beyond replying. He sprang at the red-head with a snarl, and slashed four deep cuts across her cheek. She screamed, and he felt the white feathered wings burst from his back, sweeping chairs and tables aside into splintered piles.

  "Argh!" he moaned, flexing the blood covered appendages.

  She was backing away from Harry, his Harry, now. He stood in front of his love, shielding him with his hard-won wings. "Keep away," he hissed.  She collapsed into a corner, blood dripping down her cheek and staining her robes. "Harry?? Are you alright, love?" He asked frantically, spinning around as soon as he was sure that the girl wasn't going anywhere.

  A wave of his hand, and Harry was released. The Gryffindor stood there blinking, tears running down his cheeks as he stared at the being that was Draco.

 Draco had been wearing blue baggy jeans, covered in silver chains and artistic rips, and a white shirt. The shirt was now splattered with blood from his wings, which protruded from two long rips over his shoulders. His fangs showed through his parted lips, and his eyes were like liquid mercury. His nails had also grown; they were now wickedly sharp, and stained with Ginny's blood. His hair had grown longer, and seemed to halo around him. He looked like an angel, an angel seeped in blood.

  "Draco… Ginny!"

  Draco raised an eyebrow. "Who? Are you ok?"

  "The girl you just attacked. How is she?"

  "Oh…" Draco turned and stepped towards the girl, but she whimpered and pressed herself further into the corner. "She's scared of me, and so she should be. She tried to hurt you."

  "She didn't understand!"

  "She tried to hurt you."

  "Draco!"

  "She tried to hurt you."

  "But-"

  "She tried to hurt you."

  "Ok. Take her to the infirmary."

  "She doesn't deserve to be healed. She tried to hurt you."

  Harry sighed in exasperation, and pulled his trousers on. "Go get Dumbledore. Ok?"

  "Ok."

  "Change back first."

  "I can't."

  "Huh?"

  Draco now looked slightly sheepish, which looked ridiculous on someone with his wingspan. "I'm not calm enough. I'll be back soon."

 True to his word, five minutes later Draco returned with Dumbledore.

  "Whatever happened here?" the old wizard asked, taking in the smashed furniture and the blood splattered everywhere.

  "Ginny. She tried to… rape me, I guess you'd call it. She'd magically bound me, and was undressing me. I called for Draco, he showed up and… well."

  "I see. All right. Infirmary, all three of you. Come on, Miss Weasley. Harry, probably best if you didn't touch her."

  Draco had his eyes closed, and was trying his hardest to calm down. He felt Harry touch his hand, and the sharp nails vanished. Then Harry stroked his cheek, and when he opened his eyes they were their normal blue-grey. Harry smiled at him, and his hair grew shorter.

  "That's better. Now you look like my Draco again."

  "Your Draco? And I still have fangs. Not to mention wings."

  "No you don't. Have fangs, that is."

  Harry was right; the fangs were gone.

  "I kinda like the wings anyhow. Make you look like an angel."

  Draco was about to make a sarcastic retort, when he saw the appreciative, longing look in Harry's eyes. Biting back the comment, he stepped forward and swept the wings around Harry, encasing them in a bower of white feathers. Then, safe from prying eyes, he kissed him.

  "Ahem."

  With a sigh, Draco stepped back and the wings melted away. "Its ironic how they're so much easier to get rid of," he commented to no one in particular.

  "C'mon, Dumbledore said Hospital wing," Harry reminded him, tugging on one arm.

  "Well, we'd better not keep him waiting then."

  "Draco… after we've- well, um, when we're back home, we've got to talk."

  "Home?"

  "In our rooms," Harry corrected himself, flushing.

  "No, home is good. Those rooms can be home, if you like."

  Harry smiled up at the Slytherin, and Draco's breath caught in his throat. Harry Potter was undoubtedly the most bewitching person he had ever met.

  "Did it work?"

  "Sort of."

  "What do you mean, sort of?"

  "Well, she went up to him, and lured him away."

  "What went wrong?"

  "Malfoy showed up, out of the blue, and bashed down the door."

  "Dammit!"

  "She was quite badly hurt, she's in the Hospital wing."

  "I don't care about some fucking Gryffindor! I care about our plan being messed up!"

  "Hey! I suppose you wouldn't care if she died!"

  "Shut up. I'm trying to think."

  "Bitch."

  "Thank you. Now, shut it." Pause. "I think I've got it. You have to pretend to be friends with him again."

  "What?!"

  "Listen. Befriend him again, get close to him. I'll owl her, and see if there's anything that we can do at close range to separate them. Got that?"

  "I don't want to have to go anywhere near them! Why do I always have to do everything?"

 "I spelled Weasley, didn't I? And Potter would never trust me, hell, Draco doesn't trust me. But Potter trusts… trusted you. And he will again. He'll convince Draco. It has to be you, you idiot!"

  A sigh. "Ok. I hate you. I'll meet with you tomorrow; I have first period free. Do you?"

  "Yes. Library?"

  "No, too many people. Quidditch stands."

  "I'll be there."

  Footsteps fading into distance.

  "Damn her."

  "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, I'm sure that you understand that we cannot allow this sort of behaviour to happen again."

  "But-"

  "Listen to me! You are not to leave your rooms under any, and that means any circumstance! The only time I would permit it would be if Voldemort apparated into your bedroom, or if the castle started to crumble around our ears! Both extremely unlikely, as I'm sure you will agree. So; stay in your rooms. That is an order. I do not permit my students to become damaged if I can help it. I'm sure you understand. You will obey me in this matter."

  "But sir! Harry was only looking up something that would turn my hair back to its normal colour!" Draco protested.

  Dumbledore's eyes regained their twinkle as they took in the state that Draco was in. "I see. Well, I'm afraid that you will simply have to ask someone else to research for you. I would recommend Professor Snape. Now, GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!"

  "Sir yes Sir!" Harry cried, jumping up and pulling Draco with him. "Sir, terribly sorry, Sir! Won't happen again, Sir!" he tugged the confused Slytherin out of the room and dashed towards the nearest staircase.

  "What the hell?" Draco asked as soon as they were inside.

  "Huh?"

  "What was with all the 'sir yes sir!' stuff?"

  "Oh… Dray, you need to change… It was from Starship Troopers."

  "Star-what whaters?!"

  "Starship Troopers. I see that that's another movie that we'll have to watch. Now, you need to get changed. You have blood all over your shirt. Pick something that'll go with your hair. I'll call Dobby and see what he wanted when he came in."

  "Ok. Kiss me?"

  Harry smiled, and leaned over the back of the sofa to plant a lingering kiss on Draco's soft lips. He ran his fingers through the stained blond hair and giggled. "Off you go. See you soon, dumbass."

  "Not if I see you first, dork!" Draco returned as he clambered up the stairs.

 Grinning, Harry went over to the bell pull and pulled. A moment later there was a crack! and Dobby appeared, sobbing and clutching Harry's trouser leg.

  "Dobby is so, so sorry, Harry Potter Sir!" the distraught elf wailed. "Dobby never, never meant to hurt the Great Harry Potter who has always been so kind to Dobby! Dobby must throw himself in the lake and sink!"

  "No, no, Dobby, it's ok, seriously. I'm fine. I just wondered why you came in then, that's all. I'm not angry at you, not at all."

  "Dobby," Dobby started, sniffing, "Dobby wanted to ask Mister Snape if the laboratory was all right, and to ask all if they wanted tea or coffee, and to say that Mistress McGonagall was teaching after lunch! Dobby never meant to upset any cauldrons!"

  "It's ok, Dobby. But both Draco and I didn't eat much lunch, so could you send us up some food, please? And the DVD 'Starship Troopers', if it's not too much bother."

  "Nothing is too much bother for the Great Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squeaked. "Dobby will find you this DVD, if it is the last thing he does!"

  "Well, I hope it won't be, I've grown to like your hot chocolate," Harry said, grinning. "Off you go, now."

  "Thank you, Harry Potter Sir!" Dobby said one last time before he disappeared again.

  "Harry? What do you think?" Draco asked from behind him.

  Harry turned, and gasped. Draco was wearing low slung, tight leather trousers, black eyeliner, and nothing else. Harry was sure that there was nothing else, because the trousers – held together by buckles up the outside seam – were tight enough to show any underwear that he might have been wearing. He wasn't.

  "Harry? Opinion," Draco drawled.

  "I… uh… may need a cold shower if you turn around. Is that good enough?" Harry replied, not taking his eyes off the leather clad apparition walking towards him. "I may also have died and gone to heaven. How about that?"

  "Well, you did say earlier that I looked like an angel."

  Harry swallowed. "I know. I sent Dobby for food and the movie. Turns out he wanted to know if we would like coffee, to ask if the lab was ok, and to tell us that we have transfiguration this afternoon. Of course, what with the potion and everything, that will now be tomorrow morning."

  "One lesson a day, and no homework. I could get used to this."

  "Well, I'm not having another accident so that we can repeat this tomorrow!"

  The blond paled. "Of course not. Never, ever, do that to me again. Please?"
  "If I have any say in the matter, I won't."

  "Good," Draco growled, bending over and kissing Harry possessively. Their tongues fought an erotic battle for dominance as Draco climbed over the back of the sofa and straddled Harry's hips. The Gryffindor moaned, and pushed up as Draco's growing erection pressed against his own. Then he remembered something, and broke the kiss.

  "Wait… we need to talk."

  "But-!"

  "No buts, we can, uh, finish this later. C'mon, luv, control yourself."

  "I'll try," Draco promised. "Can I at least sit on you while you ask questions?"

  Harry coughed. "Uh, yeah. Ok. What was with the whole demon look, and why didn't you tell me before?"

  "I didn't tell you because I didn't think it would happen; I didn't think anyone would try and seduce you. Sorry. I should have known that with you being so sexy - half the school probably fantasizes about you."

  Harry blushed crimson, and looked away.

  "Don't be shy, love, it happens to be true. Anyway, you were at the Quidditch cup, you saw the full veela, remember? Only I have a lot less veela, and some other blood thrown in anyway, so my… transformation… isn't exactly the same. Still get the eyes, claws, wings and the ability to throw fire, though."

  "What do you mean, 'some other blood thrown in'?" Harry questioned, lying back and turning so that Draco settled alongside him.

  "Oh, the Malfoys have quite a… varied gene pool. I have some vampire, from father's side, and the veela from mothers'. I'm not sure, but I think there's some merperson blood in me somewhere, a very diluted strain though. And I think there could be some others, knowing the Malfoys."

  "What caused the whole… transformation?"
  "You being in danger. When the door wouldn't open, the claws and fangs appeared, and later on, the rest. I don't know the exact times, but if I'm only slightly worried, I only grow fangs, and my eyes get more silvery. That's the vampire, mostly, I think. The wings, well, I can call them out at will, but it hurts, so I usually don't unless I really need them. It's much easier to get rid of them, they seem to just melt away. They're the only thing I can change at will, the rest I have to be angry for. Is that all?"

  Harry nodded. "I think so, for now, at least."

  "Good. Kiss me?"

  Harry grinned, and tangled his hands in Draco's soft hair. Pulling the blond-and-pink head down, he lazily licked a stripe across Draco's bottom lip, before opening his mouth and sucking it into his mouth, where he proceeded to nibble with his teeth and caress with his tongue until Draco was squirming against him.

  There was a crack! as Dobby appeared in the room.

  "Fuck," Draco muttered as Harry turned away.

  "Food!" the raven haired Gryffindor exclaimed, scrambling towards the table. "And he got the DVD too!"

  Draco followed his mate-to-be, muttering under his breath and shifting to try and relieve the pressure in his trousers.

  After they had reduced the ciabatta, ham, humus, chicken slices, vegetable sticks and dips to crumbs, they settled on the sofa to watch the movie. Draco had discovered that having an erection in leather pants was not the most comfortable of things, and vowed not to ever do it again. Although the appreciative look in Harry's emerald eyes almost made it worth it!

  As Harry had supposed he would, Draco loved 'Starship Troopers', although all the muggle appliances – especially the guns - left him extremely confused.

  "Ok. So what was that game they were playing at the beginning?" he asked once it was over.

  "Uh… basketball, I think."

  "What's the point of it?"

  "Well, you have two teams, seven players, I think it is, on each one, and you're all on the ground. You have to try and put the ball – only one ball – into the other team's hoop, and stop them from putting it through your own. You can't run with the ball in your hands, you have to bounce it, and you can knock it out of the other person's hands. There are lots of other rules, but those're the main ones. Ok?"

  "Ok. And guns?"

  "Oh, they are way too difficult to explain properly. Um… they fire bullets, which are like lead missiles. And these bullets are shot with a lot of force – force created by an explosion of gunpowder – at someone or something. They're quite hot from the explosion, and they're going really fast, so they tear holes in anything in their way. That's about it."

  "Ok. And what was it he put in the giant cockroach?"

  "That was a grenade. You take out the pin, and about 30 seconds later, I think it is, the thing explodes."

  "Oh."

  Harry grinned. "Is that all?"

  "Not quite," Draco smirked. "What exactly were they doing in that tent…?"

  Harry smirked back. "Allow me to give you a demonstration…"

  They had just got rid of Harry's shirt when there was a cry from the corridor.

  "Oi! Dray! Let me in!"

  Draco groaned. "Blaise."

  "Oh. We've got to let him in, it's rude otherwise."

  "But- but I want-"

  "Later, baby, we have all the time in the world."

  Draco pouted, but went over to the portrait hole and swung it open, ignoring the protests of sir Cadogan. "Bonjour, Blaise."

  "Bonjour. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Blaise asked, taking in their shirtless state.

  "Nothing important," Harry said from the sofa. Draco snorted.

  "So, what's up?" the blond asked. He tried to put his hands in his pockets, before remembering that his outfit didn't have any.

  "Ah, I wondered if you'd mind guests for dinner?"

  "Guests? Plural?"

  "Oui, Weasley and myself."

  "Ron?!" Harry exclaimed. "I didn't know you two… spoke?"

  "We don't, normally, but I knew that he was your friend, so I… approached him. He was surprisingly ok. I asked if Granger would be coming, but he clammed up."

  Harry looked at the floor. Hermione's betrayal still hurt. Blaise looked apologetically at Draco and mouthed 'what did I say?'.

  "Elle nous amie pas."  [she doesn't like us]

  "Ah. Désolé."   [ah. Sorry.]

  Draco nodded at his best friend, and went over to sit next to Harry. Are you ok? He asked telepathically.

  Yeah. Was that French you telling Zabini what's up?

  Yes, it was. Hey, what do you say to Weasley coming over for dinner?

  Bring it on!

  Huh?

  I see that that's another movie that we shall have to watch. It contains lots of girls in cheerleading costumes.

  What's cheerleading?

  Dancing around in very short skirts and tight tops. Guys as well as girls.

  I'm in!

  "Uh, when you two have finished looking into each other's eyes…" Blaise said impatiently.

  "Hm?" Draco asked, looking up.

  "What about dinner?"

  "Oh, we think that's a cool idea."

  "Great," Blaise flopped into a chair with a sigh. "He should be here in about five minutes."

  "Huh?"

  "You already arranged it?" Draco asked, blinking at the other Slytherin.

  "Oui."

   Draco laughed. "You're impossible!"

  There was a knock on the portrait, and a yell. "Oi, Harry, tell this crazy bastard to let me in!"

  "Let him in!"

  "Are you sure, he could-" the knight protested.

  "LET HIM IN!"

  The portrait hole swung open and Ron ducked inside. "Harry, mate, you need a taller door. Zabini, hi again, Malfoy, greetings. Everything going ok?"

  "Yeah, we're cool. Have a seat. Shall I call Dobby and order dinner?" Harry asked.

  "I already did that, I went down to the kitchens. That's why I'm last. Didn't Zabini tell you?"

  Blaise looked slightly guilty. "Oops, I forgot. My bad. Dinner at six thirty. That ok with everyone?"

  "I think we'll manage," Draco drawled. "What shall we do until then?"

  "How about exploding snap?" Ron asked, pulling a pack of cards out of his back pocket.

  "Great idea!"

Relle – well, this Chapter is dedicated to you. holds mike close how do you feel about that? Lol. Hope you liked it, you gave me the idea! Thank you. I'm amazed you reviewed so quickly – I'd only updated the story about 30 mins before. Anyways, have a cookie! And get well soon!

Benjis VIP – sorry for the scare! But you enjoyed it, right? Hope you like this chapter too!

Driven to Insanity – huh? Draco has the pink hair, not Harry! And here's the next chapter… I hope by the time that I finish it that the wait will not be too long!

Kyra2 – He was there to tell them that Snape's time was up, and it was time for break, then McGonagall to teach them some Transfiguration. He was also checking that the lab that he had set up with some others was ok. And I don't want this story to be sunshine and fluffy bunnies. There has to be some conflict. Lol. Hope you like this chapter too!

Yana5 – well, Draco is a sweetie, deep down, underneath all the tattoos!

Brenna8 – I do try to make them enjoyable! Thank you.

Makalani Astral – Dobby wanted to tell them that it was nearly break, and to ask if they wanted refreshments. Also, he wanted to know if the lab was ok! I liked the way Draco brought him back too… it was a spur of the moment thing, but it worked!

Angelkitty77 – hehe! I was hoping for someone to drool, but that exceeds expectations! Thanks! Lemons are great, aren't they?

Jesse Drache – Glad you like it! I love punk!Draco too. I think we have more of the punk in this chapter…