Disclaimer: So not mine.

Warnings: Slash of the H/D variety

Author's Notes: I'm so, so sorry this took so long. I love you all so, so much! This chapter is dedicated to sillyfrog who, aside from being an awesome artist, also encouraged me to update this!

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Chapter 3: Hungry like a Wolf

I'm lost and I'm found,
and I'm hungry like a wolf.
- Hungry like a Wolf, Duran Duran

Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were worried. No, wait, not just worried, agonizingly fretful.

And bored.

Hermione sighed and slammed her History of Magic textbook shut. Even studying wasn't distracting her from the matter at hand – Harry was missing.

"Where do you think he is?" Ron asked as he balanced a quill on his nose.

Hermione sighed and snatched the offending object off of his nose. "I don't know," she said. "I hope he's alright, he was acting really strange this afternoon, and he's been gone an awfully long time," she paused, mouth pursed in thought. "Oh no! What if he's sick? What if he's passed out somewhere in the castle all alone?" Hermione's hand flew over her mouth and she stared, wide-eyed at the red and gold wall in front of her.

"Well," Ron said, eyes darting towards the trunk that sat at the end of Harry's bed across the dorm. "There is a way to have a look see."

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Harry was sick and tired of letting Draco Malfoy manipulate his body. He wasn't even in control and he could feel the ache in his legs and back.

'Malfoy! Malfoy stop and rest for a minute!'

"Why on Earth would I go and do a thing like that, Potter?" Malfoy panted. "You're very out of shape, you know."

'Out of shape my arse, Malfoy! You've walked us down to the lowest level of the dungeons possible!'

"Sure. Blame it on me."

'It's your fault, you wanker! I should charge you with kidnapping!'

"Potter! Did you here that?"

'Oh right, I'm going to fall for that one!'

"No seriously. Shut up a minute and listen."

Rolling his eyes – which he could tell really pissed Malfoy off – Harry did as he was told and listened. In the distance he could here a fast paced clacking heading towards them.

'Oh shit. What is it?' he asked Malfoy worriedly.

"I think… I think it's stilettos," Malfoy answered.

'Beg pardon?'

"Stilettos, Potter. You know, shoes?"

'I know what stilettos are, I just don't know what they sound like or why they'd be down in the darkest depths of the Slytherin dungeons.'

"Well obviously someone is wearing them."

'And we can ask for directions!'

Pushing forward with all his might, Harry managed to shove Malfoy to the back of his mind and take control of his body once more. "Hello!" he called, "Hello? Can anybody hear me?"

"Harry?"

Blanching Harry desperately tried to think of 101 non-embarrassing reasons for Remus Lupin to be in stilettos down in the dungeons.

"Professor Lupin?" Harry began walking towards the source of the call. "Professor I'm lost, I don't suppose you know the way out of the dungeons?"

Laughing, Remus Lupin came around the corner and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Two of you, one a Slytherin, and you couldn't find your way out of here? It's like a labyrinth Harry, just keep turning right and you'll eventually find your back to the main part of the school. Any more questions?"

"Err…" said Harry, ignoring the way Malfoy's laughter echoed throughout his mind, "what kind of shoes are you wearing?"

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By the time Draco and Harry had made it out of the dungeons and agreed that yes, Harry would be torn to pieces were he to enter the Slytherin common room, and no, Draco couldn't get clothes from his room, they were both starving and had missed dinner.

"I'm hungry," Harry said aloud, trudging slowly towards the kitchen. "It's all your fault for doing so much walking today. I didn't even have time to do my homework!"

'So tell your teachers we had trouble adjusting,' Malfoy snapped irritably. 'It's not like you'd be lying.'

"Hey," Harry said, stopping and standing stop still in the middle of the hall despite the protests of his stomach. "How are we going to handle our class schedule? We're not signed up for the same things."

'Time turned,' Malfoy answered airily. 'And a disillutionment charm of some sort. Or an invisibility cloak, but where on Earth would Dumbledore find one of those?'

Harry wisely chose to keep silent.

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After eating what seemed like an awful lot of food – although, Harry thought, he was eating for two now – Harry dragged his tired body up the stairs to Gryffindor tower.

"Malfoy," he said. "If you tell anyone the password to the Gryffindor Tower I'll rip your brain out through your nose. Flashbulb."

The door swung open and Harry mentally tried to shut up a snickering Malfoy. I wasn't that weird a password, after all.

"Harry," Hermione said, stopping him from walking up the stairs to the boy's dormitory and taking a well-deserved rest with a hand placed firmly in the middle of his chest. "We need to talk."

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