Disclaimer: Not mine! They all belong to Rowling. Though I wouldn't mind
keeping Draco. ^^
Warning: DH slash and some mature themes.........well, as mature as I can get......^^
A/N: A huge thanks to all of you who reviewed. Such lovely reviews! Thanks to all of you. And I'd also like to than Ice Angel6 for letting me know what I should correct. I didn't know about the parallel between my fic and that other one. Thank you for letting me know about that. I promise to do something about that. But since the basic plotline is so similar it is going to be a bit difficult but I will do my best. Yes, the grammar and the spelling. I noticed that too after I read it. Well, I don't have a normally functioning grammar and spell check and I don't really know where to find one. So if any of you could help me with that I would be very grateful. Same goes for the formatting. I am new here. This is my first fanfic ever so please bear with me.
Chapter 3:
Again Harry was sitting by the lake just like the night before. He had spent the evening cleaning up the Potions storage room. Without magic. All because of that sadist Snape. He was ready to just fall asleep in a heap on the floor, but he didn't really want to spend the night in a stinky Potions storage room, so he forced himself up to his dorm where everyone was already asleep, save Ron, who was out in the common room having a snogging session with Hermione. They didn't even notice Harry as he walked in through the portrait hole and Harry didn't really bother to try and have a conversation with them.
He just wanted to sleep. His body felt heavy and he had to force himself not to actually crawl up the stairs. When he finally made it upstairs and changed into his pyjamas, he crawled into bed but as soon as his head hit the pillow his eyes opened wide and suddenly he didn't feel like sleeping at all. This irritated him to no end and he tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position in which he could finally fall asleep but to no avail. He felt his body needed some rest, but sleep just refused to claim him and the more he thought about this the more irritated he got and this only made him even more awake.
Finally he just gave up and like last night, he snuck out to sit by the lake. He felt so lost and, corny as it sounds, he just needed a hug. Someone to hold. He came to think about the beautiful wolf he met the night before and he wished the wolf would appear. Almost as an answer to his unspoken plea, he felt eyes on him and he turned around.
And there it was. The white wolf from last night. It seemed even more beautiful than he remembered it. He felt the sorrow in heart ease at the sight of the wolf. It didn't disappear, but it was easier not to think about it.
On nights like these, when the moon shone brightly on the night sky and the stars were twinkling like silver droplets and he just couldn't sleep, all the sorrow, all the memories came to haunt him. And he would just sit by the lake all alone and think about all the people that were dead now because of protecting him. Never once did he want to take his own life though. If he took his own life then all the people that died for him would have died in vain. He didn't want that. He was just sad because it seemed people around him were dying. He didn't really blame himself for their death. There was a time when he did. But he just sat and thought about all the deaths and realized that he really couldn't have done anything to prevent them. So that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he just couldn't handle the loss. First his parents and now Sirius. So on nights like these he just sat there by the lake and thought about all this. Tried to find a way to just get over it already but it seemed the more he tried, the more lost he felt.
He stroked the wolf and bent down to put his arms around its neck. He buried his face in the soft fur and whispered almost inaudibly.
"I knew you'd come." He felt the sorrow ease even more and inhaled deeply, his nose still buried in the wolf's fur. The wolf smelled familiar somehow. He knew this scent. It was a bit like vanilla and coconuts and something more. Something personal. He just couldn't figure out who it belonged to. Well, he didn't really care enough to find out right now.
Suddenly he felt something moist touch his neck and he froze for a moment and looked at the wolf sitting in front of him. Apparently it had licked him. Now it was looking at him with a bit of sympathy in its beautiful silver eyes. Harry had to laugh at that expression. He remembered what the wolf looked like the first time he saw it. Like some kind of bratty prince or rather like a king. How it had looked at him like he was nothing. And now, here it was looking at him with eyes full of sympathy and worry. The wolf looked a bit surprised at first and it stepped back. Seeing this, Harry reached out for it and smiled at it a bit reassuringly. "Oh, I'm sorry! You just looked so cute like that. Looking all concerned and all. But I'm okay......really." The wolf looked at him almost insulted. 'Cute'? He wasn't cute! Handsome, good-looking, damn sexy. Yes. Cute? No way! Harry laughed even more at that. And the wolf looked even more insulted and started moving away from Harry, but the boy stopped it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." He apologized as he tried to calm himself. Somehow he noticed he was a lot more relaxed around his newfound friend. It was easier to just be himself around the wolf. He knew the wolf didn't care whether he told him what was bothering him or not. That somehow made things easier. He could tell it everything when he was ready. And IF he was ready.
For now, though, he settled with caressing the soft fur and scratched the wolf behind the ears. He found his wolf friend liked that. It closed its eyes and growled appreciatively. Harry smiled and kept scratching him. "You know, I think I would like to keep you." Harry said thoughtfully.
The wolf looked up at Harry at that, a little alarmed. Keep him? That was against the rules. Harry couldn't keep him. It stepped back a few steps and Harry looked at it surprised. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked as he reached for the wolf again.
But the wolf growled and showed its white fangs. He looked at Harry as if warning him from coming any loser. Harry was a little frightened now and very surprised. Why was the wolf acting like this? Just moments ago it almost looked like an innocent little creature.
It reminded him of a hamster Dudley had once when they were six. Dudley called it Chubby because it was pretty fat for being a hamster. Well, at least when aunt Petunia bought it. After it lived for a month in Dudley's care, it became very thin and always had a panicked expression. Except when Harry was around. Chubby loved Harry the most. He would always relax as soon as Harry picked it up and began stroking it. Now hamsters are known for their speed and for never ever being in one place for very long, but Chubby could stay in Harry's hands for hours and make little squealing noises of appreciation. Unlike when it was squealing for its life whenever it was in Dudley's fat hands.
Harry moved backwards a little not wanting to chase the wolf away even further but it was too late for that because when he looked up, the wolf was already gone. "No! Don't leave me!" Harry screamed into the cold night.
Draco ran. He couldn't believe he was so stupid. What was he doing letting Potter touch him like that?! It was absurd! He wasn't allowed to be near humans when in his wolf form. Let alone Potter! He ran even faster. He didn't know where, he just had to run away. He didn't even know where he was. Suddenly the silence of the night was broken by a heart wrenching cry. "No! Don't leave me!" Draco closed his eyes, not caring if he bumped into anything and just ran even faster. He had to get away.
When he felt he was far enough, so he couldn't hear Potter's cries, he stopped and looked up at the moon. He could still feel Harry's scent on himself.
"Potter. What have you done to me?"
The next morning Draco didn't show up for breakfast. He just couldn't face Potter. He just went haunting in the Dark Forest to keep himself from starving. The whole day he felt Blaise's and Pansy's eyes on him. They were watching him, he knew that. He tried to avoid them as best as he could, not wanting to be confronted about his strange behaviour.
That night he couldn't fall asleep. Not that that was new. Only this time he didn't leave his bed. He tossed and turned in his bed but he refused to go out. Somehow he knew Potter would be out there, and if he left his dorm he would go and find him.
He couldn't do that. He wouldn't. He wasn't allowed and he didn't need that anyway. He didn't need Potter stroking and caressing him affectionately. He didn't need Potter to tell him that he was beautiful. He didn't want that. But then why on earth couldn't he fall asleep? What was his problem? And why did he just keep thinking about Harry's eyes and his soft voice?
This was unbelievable! He growled and turned around again. He would NOT leave his bed! That was just out of the question.
"Having nightmares again?" a dark voice asked from somewhere behind his drawn curtains. He heard the curtains being opened and looked up to meet the amused eyes of Blaise Zabini.
"Blaise." He said quietly so he wouldn't wake up the others.
Blaise sat down on his bed and looked at him. The moonlight from the small dungeon window hit him from behind and suddenly he looked almost frightening. He glowed. His eyes were hidden in the shadows as was most of his face and it looked almost as tough he didn't even have a face.
"Draco." Blaise answered moving a bit closer. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I need to ask you something and I know you will tell me the truth." He said. His voice was serious now and cold. It almost made Draco shiver. "Yes? What is it?" Draco asked seemingly annoyed but deep down he was a little bit uncomfortable with the dark-haired boy's seriousness. "Last night you were out again." Blaise stated. He knew about Draco's little nightly strolls but they had never talked about them before. "Yes, what about it?" Draco asked looking straight into Blaise's eyes. "You smelled like a human. Who were you with?" Blaise's eyes glowed yellow but only for a second.
Draco moved away from him and snorted. "It's none of your business who I was with. I never go around asking you who you were with, do I?" he said sharply. Who did this guy think he was? His father or something? "Oh, sweetness, but it IS my business if you are seeing humans when you are in your wolf form." Blaise said with a false sweet voice, cupping his chin lightly. He placed a tiny kiss on Draco's jaw and drew back. "If I ever find out you are seeing some human in your wolf form again.......well, do I need to continue?" he said looking very pleased with himself as he stood and flashed Draco a grin and blew him a last kiss before drawing the curtains surrounding the bed back into place and going back to his own.
Draco sat in his bed still shocked about the little talk he just had with Blaise. How could Blaise tell he was with Harry? He had showered before he went to bed. That should have cleared all evidence. He shrugged and found a comfortable place to sleep in. It didn't matter how Blaise knew. This would never happen again so he didn't have anything to worry about. With that thought he let sleep take him.
A/N: Well that was it for now. Thank you for reading and please review.
Warning: DH slash and some mature themes.........well, as mature as I can get......^^
A/N: A huge thanks to all of you who reviewed. Such lovely reviews! Thanks to all of you. And I'd also like to than Ice Angel6 for letting me know what I should correct. I didn't know about the parallel between my fic and that other one. Thank you for letting me know about that. I promise to do something about that. But since the basic plotline is so similar it is going to be a bit difficult but I will do my best. Yes, the grammar and the spelling. I noticed that too after I read it. Well, I don't have a normally functioning grammar and spell check and I don't really know where to find one. So if any of you could help me with that I would be very grateful. Same goes for the formatting. I am new here. This is my first fanfic ever so please bear with me.
Chapter 3:
Again Harry was sitting by the lake just like the night before. He had spent the evening cleaning up the Potions storage room. Without magic. All because of that sadist Snape. He was ready to just fall asleep in a heap on the floor, but he didn't really want to spend the night in a stinky Potions storage room, so he forced himself up to his dorm where everyone was already asleep, save Ron, who was out in the common room having a snogging session with Hermione. They didn't even notice Harry as he walked in through the portrait hole and Harry didn't really bother to try and have a conversation with them.
He just wanted to sleep. His body felt heavy and he had to force himself not to actually crawl up the stairs. When he finally made it upstairs and changed into his pyjamas, he crawled into bed but as soon as his head hit the pillow his eyes opened wide and suddenly he didn't feel like sleeping at all. This irritated him to no end and he tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position in which he could finally fall asleep but to no avail. He felt his body needed some rest, but sleep just refused to claim him and the more he thought about this the more irritated he got and this only made him even more awake.
Finally he just gave up and like last night, he snuck out to sit by the lake. He felt so lost and, corny as it sounds, he just needed a hug. Someone to hold. He came to think about the beautiful wolf he met the night before and he wished the wolf would appear. Almost as an answer to his unspoken plea, he felt eyes on him and he turned around.
And there it was. The white wolf from last night. It seemed even more beautiful than he remembered it. He felt the sorrow in heart ease at the sight of the wolf. It didn't disappear, but it was easier not to think about it.
On nights like these, when the moon shone brightly on the night sky and the stars were twinkling like silver droplets and he just couldn't sleep, all the sorrow, all the memories came to haunt him. And he would just sit by the lake all alone and think about all the people that were dead now because of protecting him. Never once did he want to take his own life though. If he took his own life then all the people that died for him would have died in vain. He didn't want that. He was just sad because it seemed people around him were dying. He didn't really blame himself for their death. There was a time when he did. But he just sat and thought about all the deaths and realized that he really couldn't have done anything to prevent them. So that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he just couldn't handle the loss. First his parents and now Sirius. So on nights like these he just sat there by the lake and thought about all this. Tried to find a way to just get over it already but it seemed the more he tried, the more lost he felt.
He stroked the wolf and bent down to put his arms around its neck. He buried his face in the soft fur and whispered almost inaudibly.
"I knew you'd come." He felt the sorrow ease even more and inhaled deeply, his nose still buried in the wolf's fur. The wolf smelled familiar somehow. He knew this scent. It was a bit like vanilla and coconuts and something more. Something personal. He just couldn't figure out who it belonged to. Well, he didn't really care enough to find out right now.
Suddenly he felt something moist touch his neck and he froze for a moment and looked at the wolf sitting in front of him. Apparently it had licked him. Now it was looking at him with a bit of sympathy in its beautiful silver eyes. Harry had to laugh at that expression. He remembered what the wolf looked like the first time he saw it. Like some kind of bratty prince or rather like a king. How it had looked at him like he was nothing. And now, here it was looking at him with eyes full of sympathy and worry. The wolf looked a bit surprised at first and it stepped back. Seeing this, Harry reached out for it and smiled at it a bit reassuringly. "Oh, I'm sorry! You just looked so cute like that. Looking all concerned and all. But I'm okay......really." The wolf looked at him almost insulted. 'Cute'? He wasn't cute! Handsome, good-looking, damn sexy. Yes. Cute? No way! Harry laughed even more at that. And the wolf looked even more insulted and started moving away from Harry, but the boy stopped it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." He apologized as he tried to calm himself. Somehow he noticed he was a lot more relaxed around his newfound friend. It was easier to just be himself around the wolf. He knew the wolf didn't care whether he told him what was bothering him or not. That somehow made things easier. He could tell it everything when he was ready. And IF he was ready.
For now, though, he settled with caressing the soft fur and scratched the wolf behind the ears. He found his wolf friend liked that. It closed its eyes and growled appreciatively. Harry smiled and kept scratching him. "You know, I think I would like to keep you." Harry said thoughtfully.
The wolf looked up at Harry at that, a little alarmed. Keep him? That was against the rules. Harry couldn't keep him. It stepped back a few steps and Harry looked at it surprised. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked as he reached for the wolf again.
But the wolf growled and showed its white fangs. He looked at Harry as if warning him from coming any loser. Harry was a little frightened now and very surprised. Why was the wolf acting like this? Just moments ago it almost looked like an innocent little creature.
It reminded him of a hamster Dudley had once when they were six. Dudley called it Chubby because it was pretty fat for being a hamster. Well, at least when aunt Petunia bought it. After it lived for a month in Dudley's care, it became very thin and always had a panicked expression. Except when Harry was around. Chubby loved Harry the most. He would always relax as soon as Harry picked it up and began stroking it. Now hamsters are known for their speed and for never ever being in one place for very long, but Chubby could stay in Harry's hands for hours and make little squealing noises of appreciation. Unlike when it was squealing for its life whenever it was in Dudley's fat hands.
Harry moved backwards a little not wanting to chase the wolf away even further but it was too late for that because when he looked up, the wolf was already gone. "No! Don't leave me!" Harry screamed into the cold night.
Draco ran. He couldn't believe he was so stupid. What was he doing letting Potter touch him like that?! It was absurd! He wasn't allowed to be near humans when in his wolf form. Let alone Potter! He ran even faster. He didn't know where, he just had to run away. He didn't even know where he was. Suddenly the silence of the night was broken by a heart wrenching cry. "No! Don't leave me!" Draco closed his eyes, not caring if he bumped into anything and just ran even faster. He had to get away.
When he felt he was far enough, so he couldn't hear Potter's cries, he stopped and looked up at the moon. He could still feel Harry's scent on himself.
"Potter. What have you done to me?"
The next morning Draco didn't show up for breakfast. He just couldn't face Potter. He just went haunting in the Dark Forest to keep himself from starving. The whole day he felt Blaise's and Pansy's eyes on him. They were watching him, he knew that. He tried to avoid them as best as he could, not wanting to be confronted about his strange behaviour.
That night he couldn't fall asleep. Not that that was new. Only this time he didn't leave his bed. He tossed and turned in his bed but he refused to go out. Somehow he knew Potter would be out there, and if he left his dorm he would go and find him.
He couldn't do that. He wouldn't. He wasn't allowed and he didn't need that anyway. He didn't need Potter stroking and caressing him affectionately. He didn't need Potter to tell him that he was beautiful. He didn't want that. But then why on earth couldn't he fall asleep? What was his problem? And why did he just keep thinking about Harry's eyes and his soft voice?
This was unbelievable! He growled and turned around again. He would NOT leave his bed! That was just out of the question.
"Having nightmares again?" a dark voice asked from somewhere behind his drawn curtains. He heard the curtains being opened and looked up to meet the amused eyes of Blaise Zabini.
"Blaise." He said quietly so he wouldn't wake up the others.
Blaise sat down on his bed and looked at him. The moonlight from the small dungeon window hit him from behind and suddenly he looked almost frightening. He glowed. His eyes were hidden in the shadows as was most of his face and it looked almost as tough he didn't even have a face.
"Draco." Blaise answered moving a bit closer. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I need to ask you something and I know you will tell me the truth." He said. His voice was serious now and cold. It almost made Draco shiver. "Yes? What is it?" Draco asked seemingly annoyed but deep down he was a little bit uncomfortable with the dark-haired boy's seriousness. "Last night you were out again." Blaise stated. He knew about Draco's little nightly strolls but they had never talked about them before. "Yes, what about it?" Draco asked looking straight into Blaise's eyes. "You smelled like a human. Who were you with?" Blaise's eyes glowed yellow but only for a second.
Draco moved away from him and snorted. "It's none of your business who I was with. I never go around asking you who you were with, do I?" he said sharply. Who did this guy think he was? His father or something? "Oh, sweetness, but it IS my business if you are seeing humans when you are in your wolf form." Blaise said with a false sweet voice, cupping his chin lightly. He placed a tiny kiss on Draco's jaw and drew back. "If I ever find out you are seeing some human in your wolf form again.......well, do I need to continue?" he said looking very pleased with himself as he stood and flashed Draco a grin and blew him a last kiss before drawing the curtains surrounding the bed back into place and going back to his own.
Draco sat in his bed still shocked about the little talk he just had with Blaise. How could Blaise tell he was with Harry? He had showered before he went to bed. That should have cleared all evidence. He shrugged and found a comfortable place to sleep in. It didn't matter how Blaise knew. This would never happen again so he didn't have anything to worry about. With that thought he let sleep take him.
A/N: Well that was it for now. Thank you for reading and please review.