Disclaimer: Again, not mine. I'm just borrowing them for this story.
Warning: DH slash. Shounen-ai. Homosexuals. Call it whatever you want.
A/N: Wow! I already have 18 reviews! And none of them are flames! Thank you all! You are wonderful people! Oh yeah I was supposed to thank my dear friend Gwengara last time only I accidentally deleted that part. I'm sorry!
She is the best friend in the whole wide world and actually it is thanks to her that I am writing and posting this story because she started to write this really good fanfic (you should go and check it out if you like the anime Prince of Tennis or Tennis no Ohjisama) and I was so touched by it that I began correcting this one and writing it again. Well anyway...thank you Gwengara. You're the best..right after me. I would also like to thank Shiry for offering me to help me with the grammar and spelling. Thank you! Now enough of my blubbering and on with the next chapter.
Chapter 4
It had been a week since the night when Harry met the white wolf for the last time. Over that week he grew even more distant from his friends and he almost never spoke. Not even if someone tried to talk to him. He didn't even look at anyone anymore, he just walked away.
Ron and Hermione were worried about him but he wouldn't talk to them so they couldn't do anything. They knew something must have happened and they wanted to know what it was but it was a bit hard with Harry not even looking at them let alone talking.
Hermione wanted to go and tell Dumbledore or professor McGonagall but Ron talked her out of it, saying that kind of thing would only make Harry angry with them. Besides he really didn't think that Harry would tell the professors anyway.
Once again it was late at night and Harry was wandering the corridors. He didn't go to the lake any longer. The first two nights after the wolf's disappearance he sat there, almost expecting it to be there. But it wasn't and Harry had to realize it wouldn't come back. It hurt to know that. It hurt because before he even met the wolf, he promised himself he wouldn't make any real friends. That was why he distanced himself from Ron and Hermione, too. He didn't want to lose anyone close to him again. He just couldn't deal with the pain.
Now that rule was broken and it hurt. It hurt so much he wanted to scream. He was angry with himself for letting the wolf so close. For letting it affect him like that. He hardly even spent time with it yet he felt like he actually found a friend in the white beauty. It was so stupid.
As he walked around the castle scolding himself he heard a noise. He didn't even know where he was anymore. As he walked further down the corridor he could hear the noise was coming from a room not too far from where he stood. He hesitated for a second then started walking in the direction of the noise.
He realized it was music. Soft tones of a piano reached his ears and he felt he wanted to hear more. No he needed it. The music was almost overwhelmingly sad. He stopped in front of a painting of some old pianist. "Password." It said in an annoyed, almost malicious tone. Harry was a bit surprised at that. How did the painting see him? As he looked down to his hands he realized he was indeed visible. How...? Oh yeah! He forgot he didn't bother taking his invisibility cloak when he left. He couldn't find it in all the mess on the floor so he left without it, knowing full well if he was caught there was going to be hell to pay. He didn't care though. Right now he just wanted to get past the painting so he could hear the music. "Um..eh..Moonlight sonata?" he said the first thing that came to his mind and was about music. "No, that's not the right password," the malicious painting said.
"But that was last week's password so if you tell me why you want to get in there I just might let you in," the pianist said looking mischievous. "Well I heard this music and I really want to listen to it only I can't hear it that well out here," Harry answered looking almost desperate.
The painting seemed to feel sorry for him because suddenly there was a door in front of him instead of the painting. "Go on kid. Merlin knows not many young people appreciate good music nowadays," the pianist said looking at him, his eyes looking somewhat softer.
Harry opened the door slowly not wanting to startle whoever was playing as well as not wanting to be seen. As he opened the door and peered in he saw a room that was half as big as the Great Hall. There were candles everywhere and it made the room look warm and inviting. On the other side of the room there were huge windows. This must have been some sort of ballroom Harry concluded as he kept looking around. Suddenly he froze in his spot.
There in the pale moonlight that was streaming in through the huge window was a black piano. A boy was sitting there playing the sad song that had drawn him here in the first place. The boy had silver-blonde hair that was glowing beautifully around his head. His pale hands were moving smoothly over the piano as he played. He had his eyes closed and he looked so sad and so lost. He was beautiful. Harry couldn't find the words to describe this beauty. His breath hitched and his stomach started making little flips.
The boy stopped playing as the song ended and opened his eyes looking straight at Harry. Silver met emerald and something clicked in Harry's head as he realized who the boy was.
"Malfoy?" he asked silently, still too shocked to actually scream like he wanted to. The boy playing was Malfoy?! Oh Merlin! This was bad! He almost panicked. He didn't even know what was worse. The fact that just a few moments ago he thought Malfoy had looked beautiful, not at all Malfoy-like. Or that he was caught staring at him. Or that he was caught at all.
He decided it didn't matter what was worst and started thinking about how he would get out of this situation. He couldn't just run away. That was out of the question. He wasn't some coward. He just had to calm down... just a little bit more and..
"Potter! What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your comfy bed drooling on your lion plushie?" Malfoy snarled, clearly very irritated that Harry found him here playing some sad song on the piano. Which just happened to be his favourite one.
"I didn't know you could play the piano." Harry said quietly. Damn! That wasn't what he meant to say! He was supposed to say something insulting back but his brain just didn't seem to work properly. "Yes well people with a little sophistication and class usually know how to play an instrument or two." Malfoy drawled from the other side of the room. "Did you want anything else? Because if you came to annoy me.." he added but was interrupted by Harry's voice. "Could you play something for me?" he asked mentally kicking himself a hundred times. What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to say THAT! He started wondering if he had actually lost it totally this time. He was ready for St. Mungo's, he was sure of that.
Malfoy looked dumbstruck. Did he hear right? THE Harry Potter, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor house, the Boy Who Lived was asking him to play him something? Surely he must be mistaken. He couldn't have heard right. Yes, yes that was it. He was going mental. He was hearing things. This was bad. "Did I hear you right Potter? You asked me to play something? For you?" he asked gaping like a fish. It wasn't very attractive.
Harry nodded a slight blush creeping on to his cheeks. Malfoy was going to tease him for this for ever. Merlin, he hoped that if he prayed enough the ground would open and swallow him whole. But the ground stayed as it was, it didn't seem to have any intention whatsoever to do so.
Finally Draco seemed to recover from his shock for he closed his mouth and smirked. "No." he said simply and looked straight into Harry's eyes. "W-what?" Harry looked at him. He seemed utterly confused. Though he shouldn't have. He should have figured Malfoy would say no. After all they were rivals and they hated each other. "I said no." came the reply. Malfoy was still looking at him trying to figure out how he would react but the boy in front of him suddenly became expressionless and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess that makes sense." he said and turned to leave. He started to feel a bit tired. It must have been because all the weird things that had happened during those few minutes. He didn't even want to think about any of it he just wanted to sleep.
"Who said you could go Potter? You know I'm still a prefect. That means I can give you detention for being out after curfew." Harry turned around and met Draco's evil smirk. Ever the Slytherin. He just couldn't let this slide now could he. But that made sense as well. They were rivals after all. "Yes, that may be but I'm not the only one who is supposed to be in bed. If I'm not mistaken you're not in bed either and it doesn't look like you have prefects' duties since you are sitting here and not walking the corridors." He retorted and smirked at Malfoy who looked like a fish for the second time that night. He didn't think about that.
Harry was pleased with Malloy's response and he hurriedly left the room. As he left he didn't notice the pair of yellow eyes on him from a corner not far from the room he just exited.
Draco sat there by the piano for a long time after Potter left. He didn't understand what had happened before. He didn't understand why Potter asked him to play. He didn't understand a lot of things right now.
He had been avoiding Potter that whole week. He felt that if he didn't he would probably go and search for him at night. But he didn't. And that was a good thing. Right? Because he, Draco Malfoy, wasn't supposed to spend hours at a time, being caressed by Harry Potter. Not to mention in his wolf form. If Blaise knew he would be dead.
This last week was quite a confusing one. He didn't understand why he just didn't seem to be able to forget those hours he spent in Potter's company. It was just Potter after all. He was frustrated by this and all week he walked around and exploded over nothing. He actually made some first-year cry. He could tell Blaise and Pansy were suspicious but he didn't care. He avoided them too. The last thing he needed was the two of them starting to question him. This of course only made them more suspicious.
And that was why Blaise was now standing in the doorway studying Draco's features. Draco seemed troubled. He wondered why and who or what made his Dragon that way. It didn't suit him at all. He heard Draco groan. The silver-haired boy hadn't noticed him yet. Slowly and silently he walked across the room and sneaked up behind his Silver Dragon and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Something is bothering you my Dragon." He placed a soft kiss on the other boy's earlobe.
Draco wasn't surprised at all at Blaise's sudden appearance. He almost expected him to confront him sooner or later. He wasn't very happy about that but there wasn't much he could do about it. He pushed Blaise away and turned around to face the other boy. "Nothing is bothering me. Now if you excuse me I was practicing my new song here." He let anger and irritation seep into his voice. But Blaise wasn't ready to give up that easy. He caressed Draco's chin with one hand and leaned closer to him whispering in a husky voice. "Liar. You weren't playing when I came in." he looked deep into the other boy's silver eyes as if trying to search for an answer deep in his soul.
Draco pushed him back again clearly fed up with the others constant touching. He wasn't his toy. What was he thinking? Just because they slept together that one night it didn't mean he could invade his personal space whenever he felt like it. He just didn't seem to get the message. "It is none of your business what I was doing before you came in. And would you kindly remove yourself from my personal space?" he said pushing the other even further. "I don't like your attitude Dragon. You sure didn't seem to mind me invading your personal space that night a few moths ago." Blaise said hurt by Draco's words.
He didn't like the others behaviour these days. It made him uneasy. Draco was his and no one else's but now Draco was acting like he didn't even care anymore. Before this strange behaviour from Draco's side started he would let Blaise hold him and kiss him once in a while. It wasn't anything they talked about afterwards and Blaise was sure Draco had some feelings for him. He figured Draco just wasn't ready to take the last step and admit they belonged together. He tried to be patient with him but his patience was at its limit and now he started to suspect there was something else threatening their relationship.
"I told you not to mention that again. It was a long time ago and things change. When are you going to understand it didn't mean anything to me?" Draco said harshly his eyes glowing with anger.
He understood Blaise had some feelings for him and he tried to be careful not to hurt him too much. That night and even before he thought he had feeling like that toward the other boy but he wasn't sure. Now he knew he just wanted some kind of contact. Someone to hold him when he needed it. It may have been a bit unfair to Blaise, who hoped they could be together but at the time he didn't care.
Suddenly he found himself being pushed up against the cold window by Blaise. "You are trying my patience Dragon. I gave you all the time you needed to get used to this but you just don't seem to even try. I'm still willing to give you all the time you need but I need to see a serious change in your attitude." With that he moved even closer and before Draco even had the time to protest he kissed him fiercely on the lips.
Draco tried to push him away and struggle free but to no avail. Blaise was taller and stronger than him and he held his arms in place above his head. The kiss ended quickly to Draco's great relief and Blaise let him go. Draco was about to start yelling at Blaise for kissing him like that but Blaise was already on his way out of the room.
In the doorway he turned though and looked at Draco. "That was so you wouldn't forget who you belong to. Good night my Dragon." And he was gone.
Draco was shocked. He just stood there trying to figure out what just happened. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He was totally freaked out by Blaise's last words. Who he belonged to? Blaise thought he belonged to him? This night just kept getting worse.
He decided he didn't want to think more about this tonight so he sat there for a while so he wouldn't have to meet Blaise again in their dorm room and an hour later he walked tiredly to his dorm and to his bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell into uneasy sleep.
He dreamt that Potter was calling out his name but he couldn't see him. He searched for him everywhere but the more he searched the darker it got and he couldn't see anything. Suddenly strong arms wrapped around him and he found himself staring into a pair of black eyes. The eyes started to change colour and soon they glowed yellow. The arms around him disappeared and a black wolf stood in front of him. A voice echoed in his head: "You belong to me Dragon! Don't ever forget that!"
A/N: Wow! This chapter took forever to write. And I'm pretty sure it's the longest one yet. Well I hope you liked it and that some things cleared up a bit. Now please review and I'll put up the next chapter.
Warning: DH slash. Shounen-ai. Homosexuals. Call it whatever you want.
A/N: Wow! I already have 18 reviews! And none of them are flames! Thank you all! You are wonderful people! Oh yeah I was supposed to thank my dear friend Gwengara last time only I accidentally deleted that part. I'm sorry!
She is the best friend in the whole wide world and actually it is thanks to her that I am writing and posting this story because she started to write this really good fanfic (you should go and check it out if you like the anime Prince of Tennis or Tennis no Ohjisama) and I was so touched by it that I began correcting this one and writing it again. Well anyway...thank you Gwengara. You're the best..right after me. I would also like to thank Shiry for offering me to help me with the grammar and spelling. Thank you! Now enough of my blubbering and on with the next chapter.
Chapter 4
It had been a week since the night when Harry met the white wolf for the last time. Over that week he grew even more distant from his friends and he almost never spoke. Not even if someone tried to talk to him. He didn't even look at anyone anymore, he just walked away.
Ron and Hermione were worried about him but he wouldn't talk to them so they couldn't do anything. They knew something must have happened and they wanted to know what it was but it was a bit hard with Harry not even looking at them let alone talking.
Hermione wanted to go and tell Dumbledore or professor McGonagall but Ron talked her out of it, saying that kind of thing would only make Harry angry with them. Besides he really didn't think that Harry would tell the professors anyway.
Once again it was late at night and Harry was wandering the corridors. He didn't go to the lake any longer. The first two nights after the wolf's disappearance he sat there, almost expecting it to be there. But it wasn't and Harry had to realize it wouldn't come back. It hurt to know that. It hurt because before he even met the wolf, he promised himself he wouldn't make any real friends. That was why he distanced himself from Ron and Hermione, too. He didn't want to lose anyone close to him again. He just couldn't deal with the pain.
Now that rule was broken and it hurt. It hurt so much he wanted to scream. He was angry with himself for letting the wolf so close. For letting it affect him like that. He hardly even spent time with it yet he felt like he actually found a friend in the white beauty. It was so stupid.
As he walked around the castle scolding himself he heard a noise. He didn't even know where he was anymore. As he walked further down the corridor he could hear the noise was coming from a room not too far from where he stood. He hesitated for a second then started walking in the direction of the noise.
He realized it was music. Soft tones of a piano reached his ears and he felt he wanted to hear more. No he needed it. The music was almost overwhelmingly sad. He stopped in front of a painting of some old pianist. "Password." It said in an annoyed, almost malicious tone. Harry was a bit surprised at that. How did the painting see him? As he looked down to his hands he realized he was indeed visible. How...? Oh yeah! He forgot he didn't bother taking his invisibility cloak when he left. He couldn't find it in all the mess on the floor so he left without it, knowing full well if he was caught there was going to be hell to pay. He didn't care though. Right now he just wanted to get past the painting so he could hear the music. "Um..eh..Moonlight sonata?" he said the first thing that came to his mind and was about music. "No, that's not the right password," the malicious painting said.
"But that was last week's password so if you tell me why you want to get in there I just might let you in," the pianist said looking mischievous. "Well I heard this music and I really want to listen to it only I can't hear it that well out here," Harry answered looking almost desperate.
The painting seemed to feel sorry for him because suddenly there was a door in front of him instead of the painting. "Go on kid. Merlin knows not many young people appreciate good music nowadays," the pianist said looking at him, his eyes looking somewhat softer.
Harry opened the door slowly not wanting to startle whoever was playing as well as not wanting to be seen. As he opened the door and peered in he saw a room that was half as big as the Great Hall. There were candles everywhere and it made the room look warm and inviting. On the other side of the room there were huge windows. This must have been some sort of ballroom Harry concluded as he kept looking around. Suddenly he froze in his spot.
There in the pale moonlight that was streaming in through the huge window was a black piano. A boy was sitting there playing the sad song that had drawn him here in the first place. The boy had silver-blonde hair that was glowing beautifully around his head. His pale hands were moving smoothly over the piano as he played. He had his eyes closed and he looked so sad and so lost. He was beautiful. Harry couldn't find the words to describe this beauty. His breath hitched and his stomach started making little flips.
The boy stopped playing as the song ended and opened his eyes looking straight at Harry. Silver met emerald and something clicked in Harry's head as he realized who the boy was.
"Malfoy?" he asked silently, still too shocked to actually scream like he wanted to. The boy playing was Malfoy?! Oh Merlin! This was bad! He almost panicked. He didn't even know what was worse. The fact that just a few moments ago he thought Malfoy had looked beautiful, not at all Malfoy-like. Or that he was caught staring at him. Or that he was caught at all.
He decided it didn't matter what was worst and started thinking about how he would get out of this situation. He couldn't just run away. That was out of the question. He wasn't some coward. He just had to calm down... just a little bit more and..
"Potter! What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your comfy bed drooling on your lion plushie?" Malfoy snarled, clearly very irritated that Harry found him here playing some sad song on the piano. Which just happened to be his favourite one.
"I didn't know you could play the piano." Harry said quietly. Damn! That wasn't what he meant to say! He was supposed to say something insulting back but his brain just didn't seem to work properly. "Yes well people with a little sophistication and class usually know how to play an instrument or two." Malfoy drawled from the other side of the room. "Did you want anything else? Because if you came to annoy me.." he added but was interrupted by Harry's voice. "Could you play something for me?" he asked mentally kicking himself a hundred times. What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to say THAT! He started wondering if he had actually lost it totally this time. He was ready for St. Mungo's, he was sure of that.
Malfoy looked dumbstruck. Did he hear right? THE Harry Potter, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor house, the Boy Who Lived was asking him to play him something? Surely he must be mistaken. He couldn't have heard right. Yes, yes that was it. He was going mental. He was hearing things. This was bad. "Did I hear you right Potter? You asked me to play something? For you?" he asked gaping like a fish. It wasn't very attractive.
Harry nodded a slight blush creeping on to his cheeks. Malfoy was going to tease him for this for ever. Merlin, he hoped that if he prayed enough the ground would open and swallow him whole. But the ground stayed as it was, it didn't seem to have any intention whatsoever to do so.
Finally Draco seemed to recover from his shock for he closed his mouth and smirked. "No." he said simply and looked straight into Harry's eyes. "W-what?" Harry looked at him. He seemed utterly confused. Though he shouldn't have. He should have figured Malfoy would say no. After all they were rivals and they hated each other. "I said no." came the reply. Malfoy was still looking at him trying to figure out how he would react but the boy in front of him suddenly became expressionless and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess that makes sense." he said and turned to leave. He started to feel a bit tired. It must have been because all the weird things that had happened during those few minutes. He didn't even want to think about any of it he just wanted to sleep.
"Who said you could go Potter? You know I'm still a prefect. That means I can give you detention for being out after curfew." Harry turned around and met Draco's evil smirk. Ever the Slytherin. He just couldn't let this slide now could he. But that made sense as well. They were rivals after all. "Yes, that may be but I'm not the only one who is supposed to be in bed. If I'm not mistaken you're not in bed either and it doesn't look like you have prefects' duties since you are sitting here and not walking the corridors." He retorted and smirked at Malfoy who looked like a fish for the second time that night. He didn't think about that.
Harry was pleased with Malloy's response and he hurriedly left the room. As he left he didn't notice the pair of yellow eyes on him from a corner not far from the room he just exited.
Draco sat there by the piano for a long time after Potter left. He didn't understand what had happened before. He didn't understand why Potter asked him to play. He didn't understand a lot of things right now.
He had been avoiding Potter that whole week. He felt that if he didn't he would probably go and search for him at night. But he didn't. And that was a good thing. Right? Because he, Draco Malfoy, wasn't supposed to spend hours at a time, being caressed by Harry Potter. Not to mention in his wolf form. If Blaise knew he would be dead.
This last week was quite a confusing one. He didn't understand why he just didn't seem to be able to forget those hours he spent in Potter's company. It was just Potter after all. He was frustrated by this and all week he walked around and exploded over nothing. He actually made some first-year cry. He could tell Blaise and Pansy were suspicious but he didn't care. He avoided them too. The last thing he needed was the two of them starting to question him. This of course only made them more suspicious.
And that was why Blaise was now standing in the doorway studying Draco's features. Draco seemed troubled. He wondered why and who or what made his Dragon that way. It didn't suit him at all. He heard Draco groan. The silver-haired boy hadn't noticed him yet. Slowly and silently he walked across the room and sneaked up behind his Silver Dragon and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Something is bothering you my Dragon." He placed a soft kiss on the other boy's earlobe.
Draco wasn't surprised at all at Blaise's sudden appearance. He almost expected him to confront him sooner or later. He wasn't very happy about that but there wasn't much he could do about it. He pushed Blaise away and turned around to face the other boy. "Nothing is bothering me. Now if you excuse me I was practicing my new song here." He let anger and irritation seep into his voice. But Blaise wasn't ready to give up that easy. He caressed Draco's chin with one hand and leaned closer to him whispering in a husky voice. "Liar. You weren't playing when I came in." he looked deep into the other boy's silver eyes as if trying to search for an answer deep in his soul.
Draco pushed him back again clearly fed up with the others constant touching. He wasn't his toy. What was he thinking? Just because they slept together that one night it didn't mean he could invade his personal space whenever he felt like it. He just didn't seem to get the message. "It is none of your business what I was doing before you came in. And would you kindly remove yourself from my personal space?" he said pushing the other even further. "I don't like your attitude Dragon. You sure didn't seem to mind me invading your personal space that night a few moths ago." Blaise said hurt by Draco's words.
He didn't like the others behaviour these days. It made him uneasy. Draco was his and no one else's but now Draco was acting like he didn't even care anymore. Before this strange behaviour from Draco's side started he would let Blaise hold him and kiss him once in a while. It wasn't anything they talked about afterwards and Blaise was sure Draco had some feelings for him. He figured Draco just wasn't ready to take the last step and admit they belonged together. He tried to be patient with him but his patience was at its limit and now he started to suspect there was something else threatening their relationship.
"I told you not to mention that again. It was a long time ago and things change. When are you going to understand it didn't mean anything to me?" Draco said harshly his eyes glowing with anger.
He understood Blaise had some feelings for him and he tried to be careful not to hurt him too much. That night and even before he thought he had feeling like that toward the other boy but he wasn't sure. Now he knew he just wanted some kind of contact. Someone to hold him when he needed it. It may have been a bit unfair to Blaise, who hoped they could be together but at the time he didn't care.
Suddenly he found himself being pushed up against the cold window by Blaise. "You are trying my patience Dragon. I gave you all the time you needed to get used to this but you just don't seem to even try. I'm still willing to give you all the time you need but I need to see a serious change in your attitude." With that he moved even closer and before Draco even had the time to protest he kissed him fiercely on the lips.
Draco tried to push him away and struggle free but to no avail. Blaise was taller and stronger than him and he held his arms in place above his head. The kiss ended quickly to Draco's great relief and Blaise let him go. Draco was about to start yelling at Blaise for kissing him like that but Blaise was already on his way out of the room.
In the doorway he turned though and looked at Draco. "That was so you wouldn't forget who you belong to. Good night my Dragon." And he was gone.
Draco was shocked. He just stood there trying to figure out what just happened. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He was totally freaked out by Blaise's last words. Who he belonged to? Blaise thought he belonged to him? This night just kept getting worse.
He decided he didn't want to think more about this tonight so he sat there for a while so he wouldn't have to meet Blaise again in their dorm room and an hour later he walked tiredly to his dorm and to his bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell into uneasy sleep.
He dreamt that Potter was calling out his name but he couldn't see him. He searched for him everywhere but the more he searched the darker it got and he couldn't see anything. Suddenly strong arms wrapped around him and he found himself staring into a pair of black eyes. The eyes started to change colour and soon they glowed yellow. The arms around him disappeared and a black wolf stood in front of him. A voice echoed in his head: "You belong to me Dragon! Don't ever forget that!"
A/N: Wow! This chapter took forever to write. And I'm pretty sure it's the longest one yet. Well I hope you liked it and that some things cleared up a bit. Now please review and I'll put up the next chapter.