Disclaimer: (Forgot this last time but it's here now.) I don't own anything
so don't sue! All of this belongs to J.K. Rowling...well the characters
do...the plot is mine.
Warning: This is slash! Boyxboy! Homosexuality! If you have a problem with
that then don't read. Conservative criticism is welcomed though. And the
rating is there for a reason. There will be mature themes....I think...
Well I hope you like it...
Chapter 2
Draco Malfoy was having a bad morning. A very bad one. First of all, someone forgot to wake him so he missed breakfast. Then he couldn't find his robes and now...his hair was standing in every direction and no gel in the world seemed to be able to make it flat. It rather reminded him of that filthy Potter. He had to scream. Everything that happened last night suddenly came back to him and hit him with full force. What was that all about? Why did he let Potter touch him with those filthy little hands? He shuddered. He was thoroughly disgusted with himself. Suddenly he had to chuckle. His chuckle soon grew into hysteric laughter as he remembered what Potter said last night. That he, in his wolf form, reminded him of Malfoy. "Oh, Potty, if you only knew! The Golden Boy of Gryffindor being affectionate to no other than Draco Malfoy." He doubled with laughter but stopped suddenly and sighed deeply. Somewhere deep in his heart he had to admit he liked the attention he was getting. Not that he, Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, didn't get enough attention, but there was something special about this kind of attention. He felt...well...cared for. And not because of who his father was, because of his status, but, well...just for being himself. At that thought, he had to hit himself in the head with a hairbrush. What was he thinking? He didn't need that! He didn't need anyone caring about him! And especially not that...that little hero-wannabe! He strode out of the bathroom pleased with his thoughts and headed for the Slytherin common room.
Blaise was sitting on a couch looking bored as he waited for Draco to appear. He didn't even look up when he heard Draco coming down the stairs. "Bad dreams last night?" he asked as the blonde stood in front of him. Draco decided to ignore this and looked around. They were the only ones in the common room. He figured everyone else must be in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. "You know, you scared Crabbe and Goyle half to death with all your screaming about missing robes and what not. So I sent them down to the Great Hall for breakfast." Blaise explained. Draco looked at him a bit surprised. He wondered why Blaise stood behind waiting for him. It wasn't like him. It wasn't like any Slytherin to miss breakfast waiting for someone else. Unless... "Why did you wait for me then?" Draco asked, suspicion in his voice. Blaise had an evil little smile on his lips as he reached out and grabbed Draco's robes and forced the blonde to sit on his lap. Draco was furious, to say the least, as he fought the strong arms that were sneaking around his waist. "Do I need a reason to want to spend some time alone with my boyfriend?" the dark-haired boy asked in a husky voice. Draco was totally freaked out by now. "What the hell, Blaise?! Let me go this instant!" Draco screamed. This was so wrong on so many levels. What was Blaise's problem? Boyfriend?! "Who said anything about me being your boyfriend?!" He bellowed as he finally got rid of the other boy's arms encircling his waist and stood. "So that one night didn't mean anything to you?" Blaise asked, looking like a lost puppy. An evil, sneaky little Slytherin puppy, but a puppy none the less. "That was just for one night, you know that! And I told you not to EVER remind me about that again!" Draco's face was now red with anger and embarrassment. Blaise started laughing like a madman all of a sudden. He made Draco look embarrassed! This was hilarious! "I know, I know, sorry, mate, but I couldn't resist." Ha said between fits of laughter. Draco looked if possible even angrier and he growled. "If you EVER do that again, I swear I'll hex you so bad you won't be able to tell if you're a boy or a girl!" With that the two Slytherins left the common room for their first class.
Over at the Gryffindor tower Harry Potter was panicking. He woke up five minutes ago to find that he was all alone in the sixth year boys' dorm. Apparently they forgot to wake him. He was furious about this as he ran around the room like a mad hippogriff searching for his toothbrush, only to find it on Ron's bed. He swore, if he wasn't sure Ron and Hermione were together, he would have some very bad suspicions right now.
Ron and Hermione got together during the summer. Hermione spent a lot of time over at the Weasley's and all he knew was that during that time Ron and Hermione realized they had some romantic feelings towards each other. He was happy for his friends. They deserved some happiness and they sure seemed happy around each other.
Harry tried to flatten his unruly hair as he was thinking about this, but in vain. He gave up and ran to the dorm room to get his books. Once again he was late. And they had Potions! This was bad. He ran to the dungeons as fast as he could and burst in through the door panting. "Oh, I see you decided to grace us with your presence this fine morning, Mr. Potter." Snape said with a false soft voice, which was sending shivers of fear down Harry's back. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter!" he bellowed. The Slytherins snickered evilly at that while some of the Gryffindors glared at Harry disapprovingly. Ron and Hermione looked at him with sympathy in their eyes.
"Well, sit down already! Or do I need to write you an invitation?!" Harry quickly found a place to sit beside Neville and the lesson proceeded normally. Well, as normally as any Potions lesson does, with Snape taking points from Gryffindor and praising his own house, giving the Slytherins way too many points. Harry tried to keep Neville from screwing up their potion and, as strange as it was, he was succeeding. That is, until he had to go get some more ingredients and had to leave Neville unsupervised. By the time he got back, the potion was a nasty shade of brown. This was bad, the potion was supposed to be ice-blue. Just as Harry was about to put in some more ingredients the cauldron blew up, leaving Harry covered in sticky brown goo. He was thoroughly disgusted, but he didn't have time to do anything about it as he heard a rustle of robes and suddenly found himself staring into Snape's narrowed and very furious looking eyes. "What is this, if I may ask, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked with a calm voice that was once again sending cold shivers down Harry's spine. He gulped as he tried to look through the brown goo stuck on his glasses. "W-well, professor...I...we...and then..." Harry stuttered. He hadn't gotten over the shock from the cauldron blowing up in his face like that, and now he was scared to boot. "Detention, Mr. Potter! Tonight at eight pm. Now clean up that mess you created and then go clean yourself. You smell." The Slytherins laughed loudly at that and Snape smirked at Harry one last time before he went back to his desk. Harry glared at Neville who was looking at him apologetically mouthing the words 'I'm sorry!'. Harry just shook his head to say Neville was forgiven.
It was time for lunch and Harry was still sitting in the boys' lavatory trying to clean his glasses. He had taken a shower because the brown goo was all over his body and Snape was right...it smelled. Just as he was about to give up trying to make the glasses any cleaner and leave for a quick lunch, he bumped into someone sending them both to the floor. Harry had his face buried in the other's shoulder so he couldn't see who he had bumped into. But whoever it was, he smelled pretty good. Harry had to chuckle at that thought, but he stopped abruptly when the person, pressed under him, spoke. "You think this is funny, Potter? Now you ruined my new robes. You better not have made me smelly too." Harry knew that drawl all too well. It belonged to... "Malfoy! I don't smell! And for you information, it was you who ran into me!" Harry yelled but didn't seem to make any effort to get up. Malfoy seemed to notice that because he was trying to push Harry away from his body. "Would you get off me already?!" he screamed. Harry jumped off him in an instant, blushing madly all the while. When he realized this, he lifted his hands to his cheeks in horror. Why was he blushing? This was so stupid! He had to get out of here. Quickly! And so he ran for the door again and was out in an instant. Leaving a somewhat surprised Draco behind.
The nerve of that Potter! Jumping him like that! But he weighed so little. He probably doesn't eat properly. Wait! Who cares how much that golden idiot eats! It's his problem if he wants to starve himself. Who cares about him and those big green eyes of his! They looked much greener and bigger without his glasses on though, didn't they? Argh! Draco growled and buried his head into his pillow. It was very late and he was supposed to be asleep but he just couldn't. This was nothing unusual ever since that summer, when his father was taken to Azkaban. Of course, his father already escaped, but he went into hiding from the ministry and Draco had not heard a word from him since. This was highly annoying and it made him feel uneasy. He hated Potter for putting him through this. After all, it was all his fault Lucius had to hide in the first place. Draco got fed up with just lying around listening to his happily snoring dorm mates and decided to go for a walk. He sneaked out of the common room without waking anyone and headed for the Entrance Hall.
Suddenly he heard footsteps and quickly hid behind a statue near the double doors that led outside. He didn't see anybody but the footsteps passed him and he could feel someone's presence. He saw how the double doors opened seemingly on their own and suddenly a figure appeared at the open doors. It was dark but he could still tell who it was. He knew who the unruly raven hair, the slightly tanned skin and those emerald eyes belonged to. It was none other than the great Harry Potter. But even though he knew all this, even though he knew who this person standing only a few metres away from him was, it was like looking at an entirely different human being. This wasn't the Potter he knew. This was a boy who seemed so lost. So tired of all the burdens he had to carry on his shoulders. Tired of al the sorrow that surrounded him. Draco felt what little sanity he had slip away from him as he felt his body change almost on its own. He felt his teeth growing into fangs and his entire body changed until he didn't look like Draco Malfoy anymore. He didn't even look human. Where he stood just a moment ago, was now a big snow-white wolf.
He ran to the doors and slid through them before they closed. He looked around the grounds as he searched for that head with the raven hair. The green eyes that showed the other boy's feelings so well, like mirrors to his mind and heart. He spotted him standing by the lake like the night before. He looked so vulnerable in the pale moonlight and he felt that all he wanted to do was to protect him. He didn't understand why he felt this way. Nor did he care about finding out. He just ran smoothly to the boy. Even before he reached him, he saw the black-haired boy turn around and face him. A sweet smile graced his features but it never reached his sad emerald eyes. He reached for the white wolf and buried his hands in the soft white fur. He sat down encircling the wolf's neck with his arms and buried his face in the silky fur as well. "I knew you'd come." The boy whispered almost too silently to hear.
Chapter 2
Draco Malfoy was having a bad morning. A very bad one. First of all, someone forgot to wake him so he missed breakfast. Then he couldn't find his robes and now...his hair was standing in every direction and no gel in the world seemed to be able to make it flat. It rather reminded him of that filthy Potter. He had to scream. Everything that happened last night suddenly came back to him and hit him with full force. What was that all about? Why did he let Potter touch him with those filthy little hands? He shuddered. He was thoroughly disgusted with himself. Suddenly he had to chuckle. His chuckle soon grew into hysteric laughter as he remembered what Potter said last night. That he, in his wolf form, reminded him of Malfoy. "Oh, Potty, if you only knew! The Golden Boy of Gryffindor being affectionate to no other than Draco Malfoy." He doubled with laughter but stopped suddenly and sighed deeply. Somewhere deep in his heart he had to admit he liked the attention he was getting. Not that he, Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, didn't get enough attention, but there was something special about this kind of attention. He felt...well...cared for. And not because of who his father was, because of his status, but, well...just for being himself. At that thought, he had to hit himself in the head with a hairbrush. What was he thinking? He didn't need that! He didn't need anyone caring about him! And especially not that...that little hero-wannabe! He strode out of the bathroom pleased with his thoughts and headed for the Slytherin common room.
Blaise was sitting on a couch looking bored as he waited for Draco to appear. He didn't even look up when he heard Draco coming down the stairs. "Bad dreams last night?" he asked as the blonde stood in front of him. Draco decided to ignore this and looked around. They were the only ones in the common room. He figured everyone else must be in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. "You know, you scared Crabbe and Goyle half to death with all your screaming about missing robes and what not. So I sent them down to the Great Hall for breakfast." Blaise explained. Draco looked at him a bit surprised. He wondered why Blaise stood behind waiting for him. It wasn't like him. It wasn't like any Slytherin to miss breakfast waiting for someone else. Unless... "Why did you wait for me then?" Draco asked, suspicion in his voice. Blaise had an evil little smile on his lips as he reached out and grabbed Draco's robes and forced the blonde to sit on his lap. Draco was furious, to say the least, as he fought the strong arms that were sneaking around his waist. "Do I need a reason to want to spend some time alone with my boyfriend?" the dark-haired boy asked in a husky voice. Draco was totally freaked out by now. "What the hell, Blaise?! Let me go this instant!" Draco screamed. This was so wrong on so many levels. What was Blaise's problem? Boyfriend?! "Who said anything about me being your boyfriend?!" He bellowed as he finally got rid of the other boy's arms encircling his waist and stood. "So that one night didn't mean anything to you?" Blaise asked, looking like a lost puppy. An evil, sneaky little Slytherin puppy, but a puppy none the less. "That was just for one night, you know that! And I told you not to EVER remind me about that again!" Draco's face was now red with anger and embarrassment. Blaise started laughing like a madman all of a sudden. He made Draco look embarrassed! This was hilarious! "I know, I know, sorry, mate, but I couldn't resist." Ha said between fits of laughter. Draco looked if possible even angrier and he growled. "If you EVER do that again, I swear I'll hex you so bad you won't be able to tell if you're a boy or a girl!" With that the two Slytherins left the common room for their first class.
Over at the Gryffindor tower Harry Potter was panicking. He woke up five minutes ago to find that he was all alone in the sixth year boys' dorm. Apparently they forgot to wake him. He was furious about this as he ran around the room like a mad hippogriff searching for his toothbrush, only to find it on Ron's bed. He swore, if he wasn't sure Ron and Hermione were together, he would have some very bad suspicions right now.
Ron and Hermione got together during the summer. Hermione spent a lot of time over at the Weasley's and all he knew was that during that time Ron and Hermione realized they had some romantic feelings towards each other. He was happy for his friends. They deserved some happiness and they sure seemed happy around each other.
Harry tried to flatten his unruly hair as he was thinking about this, but in vain. He gave up and ran to the dorm room to get his books. Once again he was late. And they had Potions! This was bad. He ran to the dungeons as fast as he could and burst in through the door panting. "Oh, I see you decided to grace us with your presence this fine morning, Mr. Potter." Snape said with a false soft voice, which was sending shivers of fear down Harry's back. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter!" he bellowed. The Slytherins snickered evilly at that while some of the Gryffindors glared at Harry disapprovingly. Ron and Hermione looked at him with sympathy in their eyes.
"Well, sit down already! Or do I need to write you an invitation?!" Harry quickly found a place to sit beside Neville and the lesson proceeded normally. Well, as normally as any Potions lesson does, with Snape taking points from Gryffindor and praising his own house, giving the Slytherins way too many points. Harry tried to keep Neville from screwing up their potion and, as strange as it was, he was succeeding. That is, until he had to go get some more ingredients and had to leave Neville unsupervised. By the time he got back, the potion was a nasty shade of brown. This was bad, the potion was supposed to be ice-blue. Just as Harry was about to put in some more ingredients the cauldron blew up, leaving Harry covered in sticky brown goo. He was thoroughly disgusted, but he didn't have time to do anything about it as he heard a rustle of robes and suddenly found himself staring into Snape's narrowed and very furious looking eyes. "What is this, if I may ask, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked with a calm voice that was once again sending cold shivers down Harry's spine. He gulped as he tried to look through the brown goo stuck on his glasses. "W-well, professor...I...we...and then..." Harry stuttered. He hadn't gotten over the shock from the cauldron blowing up in his face like that, and now he was scared to boot. "Detention, Mr. Potter! Tonight at eight pm. Now clean up that mess you created and then go clean yourself. You smell." The Slytherins laughed loudly at that and Snape smirked at Harry one last time before he went back to his desk. Harry glared at Neville who was looking at him apologetically mouthing the words 'I'm sorry!'. Harry just shook his head to say Neville was forgiven.
It was time for lunch and Harry was still sitting in the boys' lavatory trying to clean his glasses. He had taken a shower because the brown goo was all over his body and Snape was right...it smelled. Just as he was about to give up trying to make the glasses any cleaner and leave for a quick lunch, he bumped into someone sending them both to the floor. Harry had his face buried in the other's shoulder so he couldn't see who he had bumped into. But whoever it was, he smelled pretty good. Harry had to chuckle at that thought, but he stopped abruptly when the person, pressed under him, spoke. "You think this is funny, Potter? Now you ruined my new robes. You better not have made me smelly too." Harry knew that drawl all too well. It belonged to... "Malfoy! I don't smell! And for you information, it was you who ran into me!" Harry yelled but didn't seem to make any effort to get up. Malfoy seemed to notice that because he was trying to push Harry away from his body. "Would you get off me already?!" he screamed. Harry jumped off him in an instant, blushing madly all the while. When he realized this, he lifted his hands to his cheeks in horror. Why was he blushing? This was so stupid! He had to get out of here. Quickly! And so he ran for the door again and was out in an instant. Leaving a somewhat surprised Draco behind.
The nerve of that Potter! Jumping him like that! But he weighed so little. He probably doesn't eat properly. Wait! Who cares how much that golden idiot eats! It's his problem if he wants to starve himself. Who cares about him and those big green eyes of his! They looked much greener and bigger without his glasses on though, didn't they? Argh! Draco growled and buried his head into his pillow. It was very late and he was supposed to be asleep but he just couldn't. This was nothing unusual ever since that summer, when his father was taken to Azkaban. Of course, his father already escaped, but he went into hiding from the ministry and Draco had not heard a word from him since. This was highly annoying and it made him feel uneasy. He hated Potter for putting him through this. After all, it was all his fault Lucius had to hide in the first place. Draco got fed up with just lying around listening to his happily snoring dorm mates and decided to go for a walk. He sneaked out of the common room without waking anyone and headed for the Entrance Hall.
Suddenly he heard footsteps and quickly hid behind a statue near the double doors that led outside. He didn't see anybody but the footsteps passed him and he could feel someone's presence. He saw how the double doors opened seemingly on their own and suddenly a figure appeared at the open doors. It was dark but he could still tell who it was. He knew who the unruly raven hair, the slightly tanned skin and those emerald eyes belonged to. It was none other than the great Harry Potter. But even though he knew all this, even though he knew who this person standing only a few metres away from him was, it was like looking at an entirely different human being. This wasn't the Potter he knew. This was a boy who seemed so lost. So tired of all the burdens he had to carry on his shoulders. Tired of al the sorrow that surrounded him. Draco felt what little sanity he had slip away from him as he felt his body change almost on its own. He felt his teeth growing into fangs and his entire body changed until he didn't look like Draco Malfoy anymore. He didn't even look human. Where he stood just a moment ago, was now a big snow-white wolf.
He ran to the doors and slid through them before they closed. He looked around the grounds as he searched for that head with the raven hair. The green eyes that showed the other boy's feelings so well, like mirrors to his mind and heart. He spotted him standing by the lake like the night before. He looked so vulnerable in the pale moonlight and he felt that all he wanted to do was to protect him. He didn't understand why he felt this way. Nor did he care about finding out. He just ran smoothly to the boy. Even before he reached him, he saw the black-haired boy turn around and face him. A sweet smile graced his features but it never reached his sad emerald eyes. He reached for the white wolf and buried his hands in the soft white fur. He sat down encircling the wolf's neck with his arms and buried his face in the silky fur as well. "I knew you'd come." The boy whispered almost too silently to hear.