Author: Shinigami, Meg

Disclaimer: Harry and the gang and anything concerning Harry Potter belong to .Rowling and etc. and Beauty and the Beast belong to all those stories created especially Disney. But the way this is written is all mine, I call it appropriation using the Harry gang

Pairings: Dm/Hp, Rw/Hg, suggestions of Sb/Rl maybe even a dash of SS with them. Oh and a very infatuated Pansy mooning after Harry.

Warning: SLASH!!!!! YAOI!!! HOMOSEXUALTIY!!! Whatever term is comfortable for you. Though it's relatively mild since I'm not really a romance writer and this is a fairy tale.

An: I don't know if they had leather back then, and yes, I love, dressing Harry up. They should make that into a game. Yeah this took forever to for me write up, boy I'm lazy, it is so boring, nothing real exciting happens in this chapter so I thought to make up I'd leave it at a bit of cliff hanger, yay, go me! Oh yeah sorry its so short...

Oh the last bits were written up while I had a fever, throat ache (can't swallow or breathe) I think I'm coming down with something. I'm really sorry this took so long.

Response:

To: Louis the Sarcastic Muse

Yup Shinigami, I know Duo uses in it Gundam Wing and it's also in Yami no Matsue, now that's a dark slash anime! Everyone should watch it! I haven't watched InuYasha or Hellsing and I think it's in both of them as well. I don't really want to get a beta, I'm not all that great with deadlines lol, too much pressure. Shanks so much for the reviews!!!!

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Chapter three

Harry woke to a dull pain in his ankle and a more aggravated pain in his stomach, not to mention the headache pounding between his eyes where he had left his glasses on. Shivering, as he hadn't bothered to use the blankets, he sat up. He looked out the window and realized it wasn't dawn yet, the sky still held onto the inky darkness.

He wondered where the kitchen was as another wave of hunger assaulted his senses. Carefully swinging his legs off the bed, he touched the ground with his toes. He persisted with a bit more pressure on both feet then winced and lifted his leg off the floor when a pain flared on his bruised ankle.

He fell back on bed, and covered his face with his hands. He took a deep breath and let it out while moving his hands away from his face. He pushed himself back up with his hands, gnashed his teeth in determination and put his feet back on the floor. He ignored the pain which was throbbing from his ankle, after a few second on the floor the pain started to die down. Harry exhaled in relief, slowly he pushed himself onto his feet and almost passed out, he stood frozen in pain. Taking small breaths, he waited until the pain faded down.

His chest rose and fell with each small pain filled breath. Sweat breached his forehead, dampening his unruly hair which was hanging over his forehead, some tendrils drifting down to his cheeks. Harry half limped, half hopped slowly to his bedroom door, then rested his forehead on the cold wood. His hands found their way to the doorknob he twisted and pulled slowly trying to keep himself unnoticed and unheard.

"Hello there, is there anything we can help you with?" A diminutive voice asked, Harry sucked in a breath in surprise. He looked down to see two teacups who looked exactly identical, not that he expected teacups to look much different to each other.

"What are you?" Harry asked as he twisted himself around to follow the diminutive creatures with his eyes. The two teacups let themselves inside his room they helped each other up his nightstand.

"Well we are many things really, twins for starters,"

"Teacups obviously as well,"

"And we are inventors..."

"Of all things mischievous."

"Well you could say we didn't always look the way we do now"

"We happen to be cursed, the lot of us."

Harry watched as they finished each other's sentences, they grinned, well at least Harry thought they were grinning.

"I'm Fred."

"George."

"We have to keep an eye on you..."

"Or Malfoy will probably smash us to pieces. Guess we're expendable." They snigged.

Harry wondered how two teacups were going to keep an eye on him, well in the state he was in now he could understand but under normal circumstances he could easily outrun the two teacups. "Is Malfoy the beast?" Harry asked quietly interrupting something or the other the teacups were saying.

"Well yes though you better not call him a beast though, he's slightly,"

"Sensitive of his looks." George finished. "So what were you up to then?"

"Er... nothing." Harry said unconvincingly, they peered at him suspiciously and laughed in unity. That would probably be one of the strangest things Harry had ever heard in his life, he couldn't help but smile as well.

"What's the commotion in here then?" A motherly voice asked from behind Harry. He turned around carefully keeping most of his weight off his left leg. A stern teapot stood there, glaring at the two teacups.

"We just thought some conversation could get ...er..."

"Harry," Harry supplied.

"Yeah, could get Harry more settled into his new ... home." The teacups looked innocently at the porcelain Pot.

Harry watched as the pot made her way up to his nightstand with the two teacups, standing together they all looked related, but then again they were all kitchen appliances. Harry leaned against the door, he pressed his hand over his stomach and rubbed lightly trying to ease his hunger pangs. The morning sun had started to lighten the outside sky and the cooking appliances were talking again.

"Harry dear, this place isn't so bad really. Why don't you get yourself ready for breakfast then? I'm sure Sir Draco Malfoy will be up to escort you to breakfast." The pot and teacups said their goodbyes and left the room, Harry watched them hop onto a wheeled table and speed away. Harry couldn't help but give a crooked smile, well that was an interesting means of transport.

Harry didn't understand his position here, they were acting like he was a guest yet he wasn't allowed to leave, like a prisoner. What a contradictory position he thought to himself perplexed... but then again nothing here seemed ordinary. Harry sighed as he turned to the wardrobe, and jumped back startled, then winced when the pain jolted him in his left ankle.

The wardrobe was staring at him. He'd guessed some of the furniture would be alive, but this was just ridiculous, everything was alive. Where was all the normal furniture? He'd guessed that they had gotten him some clothes as he couldn't wear the same thing day-in day-out but he was not changing in front of a possible person turned wardrobe.

"Erm hello." Harry said cautiously, the wardrobe seemed to brighten when Harry spoke, its doors flew outwards while it spoke to reveal clothes hanging from a wooden rod, they flew about while the wardrobe talked.

"Well isn't this just exciting! And damn you're sexy too, great. It's going to be so much fun to dress you up! I'm Blaise, and I know who you are, so what should you wear this fine morning then?" it asked much too forwardly, Harry watched and registered that the wardrobe sounded slightly more female, least he hoped it was female.

"Um anything," Harry said as he hopped back to his bed, now that his morning exploration of the castle had been ruined, he did not feel like obliging the beast. He said he'd stay, he never said he'd listen to him.

"No! No!" The wardrobe shook her head furiously, "that will not do!" Blaise stopped talking and studied Harry up and down. Harry felt a blush rise over his cheeks, a wardrobe was checking him out, he rubbed his eyes, he needed to get out more. "Here try this out then."

The wardrobe flung a pair of three quarter tight leather pants. The pants were slightly red as opposed to black and the waist started low with leather hoops that had a piece of leather rope through it. Harry stared at it and knew his face had gone red, no way was he wearing something so provocative. The wardrobe also pulled out a rough sleeveless shirt it was white and spotless.

It was also short.

He realized he would not be able to lift his hands up without exposing his stomach. Harry turned to glare at the wardrobe.

"Isn't there something less... more modest in there?" Harry finally asked, Blaise yawned.

"Why would you want anything modest? Go show your sexy booty." The wardrobe giggled and then apparently went into hibernation. Harry hopped over and tried to pry the doors open, it wouldn't budge. He knocked, shouted and even kicked it, which sent him in spasms of painful regret.

Harry sighed and touched the clothes, he heard the wardrobe shake for a second before a pair of boxers was thrown in his face.

Harry felt very self-conscious as he waited for Malfoy, he had managed to pull his boots on and realized the swelling had almost disappeared, the pain was still relevant but it wasn't that painful anymore. He noticed he didn't have a cloak to hide in either as he had used it to wrap his godfather's leg in.

That got him thinking about his surrogate father, he hoped he was alright. Hoped help had arrived in time, hoped he had found Lupin and Snape.

Harry's pants had ridden down again, he grabbed two loops and pulled them up again, these were very irritating pants he realized. Next time that wardrobe opened he was going to go inside and choose for himself what he was going to wear. He had to wonder though how the wardrobe had gotten clothes his size and all, that did seem somewhat strange.

A loud bang erupted from the door, and the door groaned under the pressure of the loud banging. Harry frowned, he wasn't deaf, that beast sure had a lot of nerve, Draco did whatever he pleased and didn't care about anyone else in the process. Anger flared through Harry, Draco was no better then what Pansy was, except without her looks.

"I'm coming! The door sure isn't going to appreciate you for doorslaughter..." Harry retorted angrily to Malfoy's knocks, his anger making him feel brave. Harry limped to the door and jerked it open hoping the beast would fall over or something. Malfoy wasn't as inclined to oblige though.

As soon as he opened the door, Malfoy seemed to have gone immobile. Harry heard him take a deep breath and saw him just staring. Harry turned red from both anger and embarrassment, feeling self-conscious again. They both stood silent and the tension was building to breaking point, if you listened carefully enough, you could have heard a pin fall.

Harry slammed the door in Malfoy's face.

He wasn't quite sure if it was because if he had stood there a moment longer he would have slapped the beast or because his pants were sliding down again. Anything to break the beast's seemingly immobile state and that surprised look. Harry was not feeling flattered by being gawked at.... not one bit... his heart was not racing, his cheeks were not stained red and butterflies had not decided to take over his hungry stomach.

And he was not in denial!

The knocks sounded again from the door, this time without the pounding behind it. Harry's fingers was still holding the doorknob and he realised it was getting slippery with nervous sweat, he quickly opened the door again.

Draco took a deep breath, "... Breakfast awaits."

"Is that a request or an order?" Harry asked irritated. "I might be forced to stay here but don't think for one minute I'm going to do everything you say because I won't and you can't just order people around anyway its rude and it shows you have no class and the best way to get respect is by showing kindness well sort of because you can't just go around throwing your weight and thinking your all big that everyone will do whatever you want because I won't and I'm sure others, well the appliances or humans will be with me and then you won't have anyone that'll listen to you but they might, you wouldn't hurt them or maybe you would and that could be bad but.... Um...." Harry started fidgeting and stopped babbling, a new thought had just popped into his mind, what if the beast wanted to eat him?

"Are you finished? The beast finally said, letting Harry rant and get all worked up, amusedly.

"Are you going to eat me?" Harry said quietly and quickly, taking a step back and wincing.

"If I had required a snack, I could command my chiefs to prepare quality food, considerably surpassing that of a skinny underfed babbling idiot." The beast shot back insulted.

Oh. Harry looked at himself self consciously... skinny? Underfed? He hadn't thought he was all that small, well compared to the beast he'd understand the comment and he wasn't as big as his godfather... wait a minute this wasn't suppose to be about him!

Harry glared at the beast and then tried to stomp away angrily, this would have been much more intimidating if he wasn't limping for all he was worth. Harry hid the limp quite well in his mind, but then again he and the beast didn't seem to be communicating on the same wavelength.

A large hand rested on his shoulder making him stop his vigil, Harry tilted his head back too look at Malfoy. Before he could mutter a word the beast had bent down and hoisted him off the floor.

"Yikes! D-Dra-Draco!" Harry shouted as he fisted his hands in Draco's shoulders, grabbing the beast mercilessly. His heart had decided to slam against his ribcage he wasn't quite sure what emotion was accompanying it... probably fear. "I can walk," Harry mumbled looking anywhere but at Draco's face.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, call me Malfoy." The beast mumbled back vaguely, Harry stopped squirming and thought about his slip up, he'd called him Draco... why?

"Um... Harry Potter," They then sped down the stairs and into a massive dining room, the room had wooden framed windows, the panes crystal clear letting the morning sun glide into the room hospitably.

Funny how this mansion had seemed so much more uninviting last night, much more frightening and deserted. Much too quiet. Alone. Lonely. Hurt.

The table was set out nice enough, fresh flowers even donned the table. Harry held onto the Beast, as he didn't seem to be letting Harry out of his hold any time soon. "Well now that we've got my position out of the menu and cleared up... err... you can let me go... um Malfoy." Harry strained Malfoy, if he wanted to be called that, then fine Harry could deal with that.

The beast let him go as soon as he started talking, making Harry stumble unprepared. Harry held onto Malfoy's arm but let go quickly. They both took their seats at opposite sides of the table, this was quite a distance.

"So...err... how does this curse thing work? Will I turn into-"

"That is NOT open for discussion!" The beast roared making Harry shut up immediately. Okay so maybe he should leave the conversation topic open for the hot-tempered hairy idiot sitting in front of him.

His earlier hunger seemed to have suddenly vanished, probably taking his sense of enjoyment from life too. Harry slouched on the table and watched the beast eat, well would have if the beast was eating. Instead, Malfoy seemed to be in another world staring out the window.

Harry was about to talk when the beast suddenly spun his attention back to Harry and started talking. "There are several rules you need to abide by, you may not enter the west wing, for absolutely any reason. If you have a problem or are in need for something, my servants will attend you. Everywhere else is open to you except leaving the premises without my permission." Here Malfoy stopped talking and stared straight at Harry making sure he was getting the point across. "Lastly I want to ask something of you."