A/N: Hi! I would like a beta if anyone feels up to the job, just email me or leave a message in a review, thanks.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry, not Draco... and if I have copied some other author besides J.K. Rowling then I will give credit where credit is due.

Warnings: This is slash, you know boy meets boy, boy kisses boy, boy loves boy... slash. Oh, and yes there is a Veela Draco in this fic, but it's not the main thing in the fic, I swear. It's rated M, well firstly because i don't really get the rating system and secondly because there will be heavy stuff later in the story And also there is some Hermione bashing, she's a right old bitch in this story.

Summary: Harry Potter wakes to find himself different, Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance. The two boys find themselves stuck at Hogwarts over the summer between their sixth and seventh year. DM/HP, HG/VK

Chapter 2

In the large manor appropriately named Malfoy Manor, a boy with silky white blond hair and silver eyes thrashed upon his bed. The white cotton sheets bunched in his fists the boy moaned in pure pain. His mind was blank from all thoughts except the pain that was cursing through his body.

His father Lucius Malfoy stood next to his bed, his eyes the same shade as his son's trained on the bed. The head of the Malfoy clan had bought his way out of the Wizarding Prison Azkaban with a few hundred Galleons. He knew that he would be needed when his son's Veela instincts took over his body. He had not gone through this; Narcissa was the part Veela in the family. Not that he had known that when the two had met, no she had not told him of her submissive stature of Veela till they were married and he could not do anything to stop it.

It's not that he did not like her, before she showed her true feelings for him, its just that he knew that he could never be her mate. He was forever and always in love with someone else. He had started his doomed affair with the younger man years before he had been forced by his pureblood family to marry her. He knew that he could never forget that man and he still had not.

She had married him for his power and his money. Not that the Black family was lacking in anything of fortune but she had craved more then what her sisters had gotten, she wanted the Malfoy name. Even her own instincts at saving herself for her mate to arrive had not diminished that thought.

But now Draco, his only child and the only thing good that had came out of his failure of a marriage was almost mad with the pain caused by the change and he knew no way to stop it or help. He felt completely powerless and insignificant, never had that feeling graced Lucius' mind.

"Father… dad… stop it… please." Draco pleaded over and over, his voice starting to get scratchy. Tears of pain rolled freely down the pale white skin, glistening.

Finally unable to stop himself he called the only person who could help, even though it pained him to admit it. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder he threw it in the fire calling out "Narcissa Black Malfoy!" in a slightly strangled voice.

Immediately he was rewarded with the sight of an annoyed pale blond woman with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"What the hell do you want?" she sneered, "As you should know I am busy today."

"Ah… yes the annual I-Want-To-Forget that I even have a son party. Well sorry to bother you, but you do have a son and he needs you." He peered at her, hoping that some maternal instinct would rush forth, "his change is happening." Understanding flared in her blue eyes, but then satisfaction took over.

"Good, the little tyke should be having fun." She glared at Lucius. "Don't bother me again with such trivial thoughts."

"Narcissa! He is your son, you have to help him!" Rage settled deep in his soul, briefly reminding Narcissa of the other reason she choose to get her parents to marry her to Lucius Malfoy. She shrugged it off, that man was long gone and in his place a man that she no longer wanted to be associated with.

"No." she said firmly, "Now leave, I have guest to attend too." she saw the look of rage intensify again. "For Merlin's sake the boy will be fine. Just a bit of pain and then he will be all well and bloody good again.

With that Lucius left, not wanting to see the bitch any longer. Returning to his son's side, Lucius ran a pale hand down his son's check. The boy thrashed all the harder.

"Dad, I'm sorry… I'm sorry." Draco's eyes closed, sweat poured down his face, soaking the front of his T-Shirt.

"Don't worry… you'll be fine. Just a little longer."

Point Of View Change

"Harry, Harry dear its time to wake up." Harry felt warm hands push against his shoulders. He thrust his face further into the pillow, not wanting to wake.

"Harry." The voice sounded urgent, if slightly annoyed. Harry rolled over and opened his eyes slightly. Flaming red hair, with only a few strands of grey greeted him. He groaned again and tried to fall back into the wonders of Dream Land. Molly Weasley humped angrily and pulled the blanket from the black haired boy.

"Harry! You must get up or you'll be late!" She pushed him slightly, this time Harry sat forward. Rubbing his eyes he looked around the blurry room, he could tell from the window it was too early to be up. Swinging his legs over the bed he let his feet dangle a bit before standing up. From the other room Harry could here, Mrs. Weasley's voice start to rise.

"Ronald Weasley! Get up!" Harry heard a loud thump followed by an even louder "Bloody Hell!" then what sounded like a slap.

A knock sounded at his door, taking his attention to the now arguing mother and son. He opened the door cautiously, knowing that the Weasley twins might have made him their silent partner but they would still more then likely play pranks on him. Instead he found Ginny Weasley standing at the door, still dressed in her pajamas. She smiled at him, if a bit sleepily.

"Hullo Harry." Her brown eyes studied him for a minute before she walked into the room. "I have something that I wanted to ask you about." She walked over to the door adjoining Ron and Harry's room and closed it quietly, Harry just caught a glimpse of Ron being held by the ear before it closed.

"So, first off, did you sleep well?" Ginny sat on one of the chairs next to the fireplace.

"Yeah, fine. Better then a expected actually." Harry said as he sat down, wondering what she could possibly want to ask him.

"Well, I have a quick question for you first. Are… are you interested in Bill?" Harry had not been expecting this at all, he stares shocked for a moment with his mouth hanging open before he could bring himself to reply. How could she have known? Had he been that obvious?

"Er… well… I guess." He felt that he should be honest with the girl.

"Oh so you do like guys then?" Ginny did not seem altogether that surprised. In fact she looked kind of happy about it all.

"Yeah… but could not you know tell anyone yet? I wasn't going to tell anyone till… well I had not thought that far ahead." He blushed slightly before he turned back to her.

"No problem Harry, I would never tell unless you wanted me to. You're secret is safe with me. But I wanted to ask what you thought of the Slytherins?" She leaned forward her elbows resting on her knees, intent on his answer.

"Well… in what sense do you mean? Personality? Body? Ability? What?" Harry could not fathom what this could possibly be about; Ginny had never showed a particular interest in Slytherins before.

"Well... ability what do you mean by that?" she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"I mean magically, stop reminding me that you are related to Ron." Harry said playfully.

"Then body first, and just the seventh years." Ginny lowered her eyes once she finished.

"Er… just the guys then? Well Malfoy's got a great body, I've… ah seen him before. He looks… well perfect. Zabini, I don't know never seen him, but he is tall." Harry shrugged, still not sure why the girl had brought this to him and not, say another female. Maybe he should get her to talk to Hermione; then again Harry could not see the bushy haired girl gossiping about boys and the like with Ginny. "I don't really know any others, as you can see I'm not even bothering to include Crabbe and Goyle."

"Oh, well personality?" Ginny asked.

"Malfoy's a git, though I guess he has toned downed since my fifth year. Zabini is… I actually have nothing bad to say about him. Nothing good though either. Magically both are rather good." Ginny nodded, she was about to say something again when Mrs. Weasley burst in the door. She looked momentarily surprised by Ginny's appearance in the room, but soon a large smiled fitted her face. She looked like Christmas and her birthday had just come.

"Ginny, dear. What are you two doing?" she asked her voice taking on a motherly hint.

"I was just asking Harry a question about his sixth year. Curriculum and all that." Ginny lied easily.

"Oh?" she smiled "Is that all?" Lowering her face to hide her grin Mrs. Weasley handed Harry a sheet of parchment.

August 2005

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that your Apparation test is scheduled for today at half past eight. You will be required to Apperate from a designated place to another in the time allowed. Report to the Ministry of Magic, Level seven Apparation Test Center, please allow thirty minutes of free time for study and waiting. Anyone that is late will not be allowed to take their test until at least one year latter.

Thank you for your time,

We hope to see you (ON TIME),

Margaret Kelly Head of Apparation Tests

Harry looked up, looked back down and read the letter again.

"Yes, Harry it's true. You and Ron have your tests today!" Mrs. Weasley said as she enthusiastically waved her arms.

"Yeah, mate we get to take our tests today." Ron said as he walked through the door, his face a bit red presumably from the argument with his mother.

Ginny stuck out her tongue. She would not be able to get hers for another year.

HPHPHP

"Ministry of Magic level seven." Harry and the others stepped off the lift. They had after much celebration on Ron and Harry's part finally made it to the office. Just in time too for the thirty minute study period.

"Ahh… Mr. Potter, here you go" the witch at the counter handed him a small book "just study this a bit and you should be fine." She giggled slightly before handing Ron the same book, with a bit more professional airs. She seemed to be affected by the "Harry Potter Syndrome" as Ron had named it.

"Sure thing, thanks." Harry said as the two left. Harry and Ron sat in a comfortable silence as they read the manuals for Apparation Most of it they all ready knew, a whole class being devoted to Apparition in the last term of sixth year.

Harry looked up just as Hermione Granger stepped into the room. Her bushy hair some what more tame then the last time Harry had seen her.

"Hermione, I'm so glad to see you." Harry stood, momentarily forgetting that this was his time to study. He extended his arms out to the girl.

"Harry. How good to see you." Hermione's lip was slightly upturned as if she had just smelt something unpleasant. Her eyes glowered at him. Harry lowered his eyes.

"Er… Ron's over there. I mean I know you guys saw each other earlier, but…." Harry shrugged, a grin on his face. He looked over her shoulder.

"Where's your mum and dad? Did they come?" The Grangers had always been nice to him, he wanted to say hello.

"Oh no, Victor took me. " She turned, her eyes searching for the older boy, spotting him she waved him over.

"Hello, Harry." Krum's gruff voice seemed slightly cold.

"Hey, how have you been?" Harry asked slightly bewildered. He caught Ron's attention over their shoulders.

"I have been fine. It vas a great year." Krum nodded his head.

"Granger" came Ron's voice, "Krum." Each in turn gave him a slight nod. It seemed as if Ron's hero worship of the Quidditch player was finally over.

"Harry, come on Dean and Seamus just got here they want to talk to you." Harry allowed himself to be lead away, still confused at the frown that Hermione had given him.

"What's up with them?" Harry asked as soon as they were out of ear shot.

"Nothing." Harry grabbed Ron's arm forcing him to stop.

"I'm not stupid, contrary to popular belief."

"I've never said you were stupid."

"Stop trying to change the subject. What's up with them?" Harry wanted to know why one of his best friends was suddenly cold and unresponsive.

"Listen if you really want to know we can talk about it latter. You don't need this with everything else adding to you worries. We have to pass our test remember?" Ron nodded his head, agreeing with himself.

"Fine, but I want your promise that you will tell me tonight?" Ron looked him in the eye, Harry could tell that he did not want to talk about it ever.

"If we can I promise to talk about it tonight, okay? Good then lets go over there" he pointed at Dean and Seamus "Dean was just telling us about this crazy celebrity in America."

"Harry James Potter! Harry Potter!" the witch at the counter yelled his name. It was time for his Apparation test. With a wave of his hand he stepped into the mahogany doors leading to his first real step at being an adult.

TBC