Disclaimer: Somehow I'm a bit tired of this part. Well doesn't matter I
guess. They are still not mine.
Warning: DH slash. Just the way we like them! ^^
A/N: Well again thank all of you who reviewed! There were a few people who didn't understand some things in this fan fiction and wanted to know what was going on, well in this chapter I'll try to answer some of those questions and I just hope that you'll understand it better. So on with the next chapter.
Chapter 5:
Another few days passed without any changes in Harry's behaviour. He was as quiet and withdrawn as before. Ron and Hermione were still worried about him but they still couldn't reach him. Harry had talked a little to them once but it was a very short conversation about homework. After that he went out for a walk and didn't return for several hours. When he did he seemed to be deep in thought and once again he refused to talk to anybody. He just went up into his dorm room and pretended to sleep.
He had given up on his nightly walks, too, during these days and settled with just lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. He didn't think about anything special. He didn't hurt anymore. In fact he didn't feel anything. It was the strangest feeling, if you could call it that. But he figured it was for the best.
One Saturday morning he woke to the excited voices of his dorm mates. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his tired eyes. He poked out his head from behind his drawn curtains to see what all the fuss was about. Not that he actually cared about it he just wanted to know.
"Oh, Harry! Come look!" he heard Ron's voice before he felt Ron dragging him out of bed and to the window.
He rubbed his eyes once more before he looked.
It was simply breathtaking. It was snowing. For the first time that year. Harry had always liked the snow. It looked like the Earth was being purified from all the sins and all the bad memories that it had been drained in under that year.
Of course Harry knew that bad memories and sins didn't just disappear because of the snow but he still like watching it fall and seemingly clean everything.
"Listen Harry" he was drawn back to reality by Ron's voice.
"Hermione and I were thinking about going to Hogsmeade and doing some Christmas shopping since it is Christmas soon. Do you want to come with us?" Ron asked carefully almost expecting Harry's answer to be a 'no'.
And it was. Harry just shook his head and went to get dressed. At that moment something clicked in Ron. He had had it with Harry's behaviour.
"I don't understand what is going on with you. Hermione said you needed some time after Sirius's death so that you could cope with your feelings and all. I can buy that. We left you alone but recently you just grew even more distant. I want to know what's wrong! I want to know what's bothering you!" he almost shouted.
Oh, Hermione was going to have his head for this if it ever got out. And it probably would.
Harry was just staring at him. He wasn't sure what to do about it. He just wanted to leave again but somehow he knew, if he left now he would lose a friend for ever. He sighed and sat down on his bed.
"Look Ron. I'm sorry. I needed some time alone and I still do. I'm sorry if I hurt you and Hermione. It's just that...I can't talk about this yet. However I'm going to try. But you have to be patient." he was a little surprised with himself. He hadn't talked this much since the wolf disappeared. It felt a bit better though.
Ron looked at him and seemed to calm down a little bit. He flushed cheeks returned to their normal colour as he nodded slowly, thinking about what Harry just said. He could live with that.
"All right. I guess I can live with that for now. Are you sure you don't want to come to Hogsmeade with us? It might be good for you to get out a little." He asked carefully. "Of course it is all right if you don't want to. I just...well you might have some fun..and.." Ron stuttered as he tried to say the right thing. He just wanted the old Harry back but he knew that it was unlikely that Harry would ever be the same again after everything that happened.
"All right Ron. I'll go with you." Harry said and suddenly made the decision. He figured if he wanted to keep his word to Ron he might as well go.
Ron looked very stunned but very happy with his decision. He grinned at him and began running toward the door that led to the common room. He stopped at the door and beamed at Harry. "I'll just go and tell Hermione. You get dressed and we'll meet you down in the common room." With that he was gone but Harry could hear him curse as he tumbled down the stairs, apparently being in too much hurry to give the news to Hermione.
Two hours and a quick breakfast later Harry was walking on the streets of Hogsmeade being dragged to one shop after another by his cheery friends. He didn't talk much and he didn't enjoy himself too much either. He was doing this so that Ron and Hermione wouldn't leave him. This was a bit strange he thought, considering that he at the same time didn't really want to be so close to them anymore and after pushing them away from him, but he never intended to break every contact with them.
He tried to have fun too but he realized that it was a bit too soon for him to have fun. He had to get used to this first after not doing this kind of thing for nearly six months.
Ron and Hermione led him to a present's shop he had never been to. They were looking at presents for Ginny and Harry walked around and looked at the various items alone. His eyes stopped on something shiny. He leaned closer to take a look at it.
It was a glass ball. But it wasn't just an ordinary glass ball. It was the size of a snitch and inside it was a strange kind of flame. It was even stranger. It didn't look natural. It seemed to move a lot slower that usual fire and it was all black with a hint of dark blue in the middle. It was beautiful and Harry was fascinated by it. He picked it up and held it. At first the glass was cool against his skin then suddenly it was hot and before Harry could even get used to it turned cold again. It was almost as if ice and fire were tag inside the little ball. Gradually Harry got used to the sensation and started looking at the fire. It was still black but the flames sped up and were moving around like in a storm. The dark blue in the middle was spread around and shifted to a lighter shade of blue then back to dark blue again. Like it was alive. Then the flames slowed down and the flames became all black starting to slowly form something.
Harry stared at the little ball and saw how a dog was formed in the flames. Then a dark figure running after it. They both stopped and the dog started changing. Not much just a little. It changed into a wolf.
Harry's breath caught in his throat and he abruptly let go of the glass ball. He almost expected it would fall to the floor and shatter but a pale hand came into view and caught it.
Harry stared at the hand and raised his gaze to meet a pair of silver eyes looking right into his own.
Malfoy was smirking at him as he toyed with the glass ball. "Tricky little things aren't they?" he asked with an amused voice. Harry just kept looking at him but didn't answer. Draco looked a little surprised at that but kept talking.
"Do you even know what this is Potter?" he asked and looked from the ball and back to Harry.
Harry just shook his head and reached for the ball but Malfoy had other ideas. He snatched the ball from Harry before the boy even reached it. "No, no Potter. I think I'll keep this. You don't even know what it is. You don't need it." He said coldly watching as Harry's expressionless face became harder and harder. His eyes betrayed him though. In those pools of emerald he clearly saw the hurt and anger welling up but the raven-haired boy didn't do anything. He just turned around and left with his friends. He didn't like that expression. Something deep inside him stirred as he saw the tousled-haired boy leave.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he knew who it was even before he turned to look.
"Blaise...what do you want?" he asked his voice becoming irritated. He still remembered that night in the Piano Room. "Did you have another go at Potter?" the dark-haired boy asked as he watched Harry leave. His eyes flashed with hate. He never liked that stupid Potter boy. Too naïve, too innocent and too noisy for his own good. He had always ruined all the Dark Lords plans.
"Yeah something like that." Draco answered absentmindedly. He tore his eyes from the street where Potter disappeared and went to pay for his new glass ball. He didn't even know why he wanted it in the first place. It wasn't all that special. He paid for it none the less and he left the shop with Pansy and Blaise.
Harry was sitting on his bed in his dorm room looking at all the presents he bought. They weren't all that special. Hermione would get a book about ancient charms and their side effects. Ron would get a book about wizards' chess and different tricks. And Ginny would get an expensive hairbrush that was enchanted to make your hair have the colour, length and look you wanted.
It was late again and when he finished looking at the gifts he hid them under his bed and walked to the window.
The snow was falling in big, heavy flakes and he wanted to feel its biting coldness against his skin. He opened a window only slightly so that he could stick out his hand and feel the snowflakes falling on his palm and melt immediately.
Suddenly he heard a wolf howl and he looked in the direction of the howl. His eyes scanned the grounds but he couldn't see who the howl belonged to.
He closed the window and started frantically searching for his invisibility cloak. He found it and put it on while he was running out to the common room not caring if he woke anybody. He was a little bit more careful while running down the corridors all the way to the Entrance Hall where he took off his cloak while he ran out to the biting cold. He was freezing but he didn't notice as he ran down to the lake.
He stopped running abruptly as he saw it. Sitting by the lake howling up to where the moon was supposed to be. Only the moon wasn't visible on a night like this. When the big heavy clouds were covering the skies and snow was falling out of them.
The white wolf was almost invisible in the snow, in all that white around.
Harry felt tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he watched the wolf. It stopped howling and turned to him slowly. Harry's heart made happy little jolts in his chest almost like it wanted to get out and run to the white wolf. He didn't dare to move. Didn't want to scare the wolf away. He didn't even know how he knew this was -his- wolf....correction..how he knew this was the right wolf. Because it wasn't his. That was probably what made it run in the first place though he didn't understand how he knew that. Call it instincts if you like.
The wolf was looking back at him and then slowly it got to its feet. Harry was almost afraid that it would run and he was ready to run after it if necessary. But that wasn't needed because it was coming to him. It stopped a few metres away from him and looked at him with its silvery eyes that were almost mesmerizing as it stood there.
Harry fell to his knees and reached out one hand. The wolf came closer and sniffed his outstretched hand. Harry felt something wet and warm against his cold fingers. The wolf was licking him. He moved closer to it reaching it both his hands.
'God Potter you're freezing to death here. Did you really miss me that much?' Draco thought as he in his wolf form kept licking Harry's frozen fingers. He smiled inwardly and moved even closer to the other boy. He felt Harry's arms encircle his neck and he felt the boy shaking with cold. He only had his pyjamas and his slippers on. 'The stupid git. He's going to get himself killed someday. And he doesn't even need Voldemort to do it for him' he thought as he snuggled up closer to the boy giving him some warmth. As he looked up at Harry he saw tears rolling down his cheeks. He almost panicked. He didn't really know how to act around somebody who was crying. And why -was- he crying in the first place? Sure he missed him. But so what? He was here now. He started licking away the hot tears from Harry's cheeks, savouring the salty taste.
Once again he was out of his mind not caring about what was going to happen. He didn't know what he was thinking when he came out here that night. When he saw Potter earlier that day in the shop. Seeing his expressionless face. Seeing how he hid his feeling so well maybe well enough so he himself didn't understand he had them. But they were all there in his eyes. Even when his face was like stone his eyes kept betraying him. It was what made him come out here tonight. He remembered Harry's laugh. The one that he hadn't heard since the night he decided that it was too risky for him to see Harry. That what he did was against the rules. Yes the rules...
*Flashback*
An 8 year old Draco Malfoy was standing between his two best friends Blaise and Pansy. They were standing in a circle of death eaters. Draco's father stepped out from the circle and stood in front of his son. "Do you know what is about to happen son?" he asked his face hidden by the mask that was covering his face. Draco nodded. He did. His father had told him about this event since Draco could remember. He was going to go through some serious changes. He was to become a wolf. He would still be partially human but he would also have some wolf's instincts. He was going to drink a potion and after that a spell would be cast over him turning him into a wolf for ever. This spell was a dark spell. One that was very risky for both him and the one who cast it. If something would go wrong both would die instantly.
"Do you know why this is going to happen?" he heard his fathers cold voice again and he nodded. He was going to become a servant for the Dark Lord that would once again rise from the shadows very soon. His father had told him about what a great wizard the Lord was and that Draco was lucky he could start serving him even before the great Lord got his powers back. The Lord would appreciate this. He would reward him greatly for it.
He couldn't become a death eater like his father since the Lord wasn't among them to give him the dark mark, besides it would be too dangerous for him to walk around with such a mark after the Dark Lord was defeated. Or after people thought he was defeated. By becoming a wolf, and not just any kind of wolf but a very powerful one, he would be able to serve the lord when the time came.
Lucius stepped back into the circle and the ceremony began. The three children drank the potion instantly falling to the ground by the pain rippling through their bodies but that was nothing compared to the pain that came after the spell was uttered. A ray of light blue light was coming from every death eater's wand hitting the three children that were squirming on the ground in pain. None of them were screaming though.
When the pain ended Draco felt changed. He looked down at where his hands were supposed to be but found his 'arms' were covered with white fur. Instead of hands he had claws where his nails were supposed to be and his hands didn't look like hands at all.
His father was standing above him and his death eaters' mask was removed. He looked at him and he was so proud. Draco grinned inwardly and he was so happy that his father was finally proud of him. That he could make him proud. That his father acknowledged him.
After they learned how to transform back into human form the rules were explained.
They were quite easy. They were the first human wolves but there would be more soon. After the Dark Lord returned to power there would be more of them. They had to choose a mate from these. A mate that they were going to spend the rest of their lives with. They would be in a pack and a leader was to be chosen. They would have to fight each other over the title. The leader was the first one that would choose a mate. Gender didn't matter in this question.
It was strictly forbidden that they'd be around humans more than necessary in their wolf form. This was a rule Draco didn't understand the purpose of but it didn't matter. Also their mates could not be human. Of course they could play with them but that was all.
Then came the fight between the three. It was about who would become their leader. It was between Draco, Pansy and Blaise since they were the first. Pansy lost to both of them and now it was time to decide who would be the leader. Draco or Blaise. Draco didn't remember the fight afterwards. Only that it had been a fierce one. It was almost a life or death fight and....he lost. Blaise became the leader. And he had to listen to him Malfoy or not. He never liked that position. Blaise was a fair leader. A strong one. When they began their 5th year at Hogwarts Blaise started to show interest in Draco. Draco of course thought that it was only temporary and he didn't dwell much on it. He even went so far as to sleep with Blaise once.
Now after the night in the Piano Room, he knew it wasn't all. Blaise had chosen him as his mate. And Draco didn't want that.
*End Flashback*
Harry noticed how the wolf seemed to burry itself closer into him and he held it even stronger. He had stopped crying as the wolf started licking his face all over. It felt good. All of if. That he finally could see his friend again who came to mean so much to him. The way the wolf comforted him. They way it let him hold it close. Once again he felt happiness touch his frozen soul.
Draco noticed how Harry was shaking because of the cold. It was getting worse. His lips were a nasty shade of blue and he was so pale. 'Why don't you go inside Potter? You are going to freeze to death out here' he thought. With that he stood and looked into Harry's eyes to make him sure that he wasn't going to leave for ever. But he had to go otherwise Harry would really die out here. He licked Harry's frozen lips and turned around and started running into the forest.
Harry sat there for a little while. Somehow he knew he would see the wolf again. Suddenly he felt very frozen. Every single part of his body hurt from the cold and he went inside. He knew he was going to be very sick but he didn't care. He went up to Gryffindor tower and curled up in his bed and slept peacefully.
Draco was standing in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest thinking. He couldn't go back to the dungeons. Blaise would notice he had been around some human again. He decided he would do without sleep tonight. Blaise was going to wonder where he had been during the night and he would confront him about it too. But he didn't care.
He was thinking about Harry. He touched his lips. He could still feel Harry's lips against his tongue. They were very cold but oh so soft. And they tasted something special. Like some kind of sweet cream. He wasn't sure what it was but it didn't matter right now. He looked at the snow dreamily as he felt like jumping up in the air.
What was going on? He was supposed to hate Potter. Yet he felt strangely good about what had happened.
"Damn you Potter. I think I'm falling for you." He said as he watched the snowflakes dance in the wind.
Strangely he didn't mind any of this. He didn't mind having these feelings. It almost felt like he would be empty without them. There was no point in denying he felt something for the raven-haired Gryffindor. He growled half- heartedly and then he broke into a smile. It was a beautiful smile and not his usual smirk. It was something he didn't show very often if ever.
He turned into his wolf form again and decided to sleep in the Forest tonight. He had to go somewhere and if he did he might as well se to that he would get some sleep.
That night he dreamt about a raven-haired boy. He was smiling sweetly, his eyes were closed as he danced in the snow. His red lips were swollen and his tongue was poking out from between them. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He reached his arms up to the sky as if he would like to touch it and Draco thought the snowflakes were so lucky that they were able to die in his warm hands.
A/N: Wow!! This chapter was even longer than the last one. Don't get used to it though. It was because it is almost Christmas. I hoped you liked it and that if you didn't understand some things then you understand it better. I want to thank Shiry again for checking the grammar and the spelling.
Merry Christmas to you all! I won't say "and a happy new year" because I think I will update before New Year but only if you review!
Warning: DH slash. Just the way we like them! ^^
A/N: Well again thank all of you who reviewed! There were a few people who didn't understand some things in this fan fiction and wanted to know what was going on, well in this chapter I'll try to answer some of those questions and I just hope that you'll understand it better. So on with the next chapter.
Chapter 5:
Another few days passed without any changes in Harry's behaviour. He was as quiet and withdrawn as before. Ron and Hermione were still worried about him but they still couldn't reach him. Harry had talked a little to them once but it was a very short conversation about homework. After that he went out for a walk and didn't return for several hours. When he did he seemed to be deep in thought and once again he refused to talk to anybody. He just went up into his dorm room and pretended to sleep.
He had given up on his nightly walks, too, during these days and settled with just lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. He didn't think about anything special. He didn't hurt anymore. In fact he didn't feel anything. It was the strangest feeling, if you could call it that. But he figured it was for the best.
One Saturday morning he woke to the excited voices of his dorm mates. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his tired eyes. He poked out his head from behind his drawn curtains to see what all the fuss was about. Not that he actually cared about it he just wanted to know.
"Oh, Harry! Come look!" he heard Ron's voice before he felt Ron dragging him out of bed and to the window.
He rubbed his eyes once more before he looked.
It was simply breathtaking. It was snowing. For the first time that year. Harry had always liked the snow. It looked like the Earth was being purified from all the sins and all the bad memories that it had been drained in under that year.
Of course Harry knew that bad memories and sins didn't just disappear because of the snow but he still like watching it fall and seemingly clean everything.
"Listen Harry" he was drawn back to reality by Ron's voice.
"Hermione and I were thinking about going to Hogsmeade and doing some Christmas shopping since it is Christmas soon. Do you want to come with us?" Ron asked carefully almost expecting Harry's answer to be a 'no'.
And it was. Harry just shook his head and went to get dressed. At that moment something clicked in Ron. He had had it with Harry's behaviour.
"I don't understand what is going on with you. Hermione said you needed some time after Sirius's death so that you could cope with your feelings and all. I can buy that. We left you alone but recently you just grew even more distant. I want to know what's wrong! I want to know what's bothering you!" he almost shouted.
Oh, Hermione was going to have his head for this if it ever got out. And it probably would.
Harry was just staring at him. He wasn't sure what to do about it. He just wanted to leave again but somehow he knew, if he left now he would lose a friend for ever. He sighed and sat down on his bed.
"Look Ron. I'm sorry. I needed some time alone and I still do. I'm sorry if I hurt you and Hermione. It's just that...I can't talk about this yet. However I'm going to try. But you have to be patient." he was a little surprised with himself. He hadn't talked this much since the wolf disappeared. It felt a bit better though.
Ron looked at him and seemed to calm down a little bit. He flushed cheeks returned to their normal colour as he nodded slowly, thinking about what Harry just said. He could live with that.
"All right. I guess I can live with that for now. Are you sure you don't want to come to Hogsmeade with us? It might be good for you to get out a little." He asked carefully. "Of course it is all right if you don't want to. I just...well you might have some fun..and.." Ron stuttered as he tried to say the right thing. He just wanted the old Harry back but he knew that it was unlikely that Harry would ever be the same again after everything that happened.
"All right Ron. I'll go with you." Harry said and suddenly made the decision. He figured if he wanted to keep his word to Ron he might as well go.
Ron looked very stunned but very happy with his decision. He grinned at him and began running toward the door that led to the common room. He stopped at the door and beamed at Harry. "I'll just go and tell Hermione. You get dressed and we'll meet you down in the common room." With that he was gone but Harry could hear him curse as he tumbled down the stairs, apparently being in too much hurry to give the news to Hermione.
Two hours and a quick breakfast later Harry was walking on the streets of Hogsmeade being dragged to one shop after another by his cheery friends. He didn't talk much and he didn't enjoy himself too much either. He was doing this so that Ron and Hermione wouldn't leave him. This was a bit strange he thought, considering that he at the same time didn't really want to be so close to them anymore and after pushing them away from him, but he never intended to break every contact with them.
He tried to have fun too but he realized that it was a bit too soon for him to have fun. He had to get used to this first after not doing this kind of thing for nearly six months.
Ron and Hermione led him to a present's shop he had never been to. They were looking at presents for Ginny and Harry walked around and looked at the various items alone. His eyes stopped on something shiny. He leaned closer to take a look at it.
It was a glass ball. But it wasn't just an ordinary glass ball. It was the size of a snitch and inside it was a strange kind of flame. It was even stranger. It didn't look natural. It seemed to move a lot slower that usual fire and it was all black with a hint of dark blue in the middle. It was beautiful and Harry was fascinated by it. He picked it up and held it. At first the glass was cool against his skin then suddenly it was hot and before Harry could even get used to it turned cold again. It was almost as if ice and fire were tag inside the little ball. Gradually Harry got used to the sensation and started looking at the fire. It was still black but the flames sped up and were moving around like in a storm. The dark blue in the middle was spread around and shifted to a lighter shade of blue then back to dark blue again. Like it was alive. Then the flames slowed down and the flames became all black starting to slowly form something.
Harry stared at the little ball and saw how a dog was formed in the flames. Then a dark figure running after it. They both stopped and the dog started changing. Not much just a little. It changed into a wolf.
Harry's breath caught in his throat and he abruptly let go of the glass ball. He almost expected it would fall to the floor and shatter but a pale hand came into view and caught it.
Harry stared at the hand and raised his gaze to meet a pair of silver eyes looking right into his own.
Malfoy was smirking at him as he toyed with the glass ball. "Tricky little things aren't they?" he asked with an amused voice. Harry just kept looking at him but didn't answer. Draco looked a little surprised at that but kept talking.
"Do you even know what this is Potter?" he asked and looked from the ball and back to Harry.
Harry just shook his head and reached for the ball but Malfoy had other ideas. He snatched the ball from Harry before the boy even reached it. "No, no Potter. I think I'll keep this. You don't even know what it is. You don't need it." He said coldly watching as Harry's expressionless face became harder and harder. His eyes betrayed him though. In those pools of emerald he clearly saw the hurt and anger welling up but the raven-haired boy didn't do anything. He just turned around and left with his friends. He didn't like that expression. Something deep inside him stirred as he saw the tousled-haired boy leave.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he knew who it was even before he turned to look.
"Blaise...what do you want?" he asked his voice becoming irritated. He still remembered that night in the Piano Room. "Did you have another go at Potter?" the dark-haired boy asked as he watched Harry leave. His eyes flashed with hate. He never liked that stupid Potter boy. Too naïve, too innocent and too noisy for his own good. He had always ruined all the Dark Lords plans.
"Yeah something like that." Draco answered absentmindedly. He tore his eyes from the street where Potter disappeared and went to pay for his new glass ball. He didn't even know why he wanted it in the first place. It wasn't all that special. He paid for it none the less and he left the shop with Pansy and Blaise.
Harry was sitting on his bed in his dorm room looking at all the presents he bought. They weren't all that special. Hermione would get a book about ancient charms and their side effects. Ron would get a book about wizards' chess and different tricks. And Ginny would get an expensive hairbrush that was enchanted to make your hair have the colour, length and look you wanted.
It was late again and when he finished looking at the gifts he hid them under his bed and walked to the window.
The snow was falling in big, heavy flakes and he wanted to feel its biting coldness against his skin. He opened a window only slightly so that he could stick out his hand and feel the snowflakes falling on his palm and melt immediately.
Suddenly he heard a wolf howl and he looked in the direction of the howl. His eyes scanned the grounds but he couldn't see who the howl belonged to.
He closed the window and started frantically searching for his invisibility cloak. He found it and put it on while he was running out to the common room not caring if he woke anybody. He was a little bit more careful while running down the corridors all the way to the Entrance Hall where he took off his cloak while he ran out to the biting cold. He was freezing but he didn't notice as he ran down to the lake.
He stopped running abruptly as he saw it. Sitting by the lake howling up to where the moon was supposed to be. Only the moon wasn't visible on a night like this. When the big heavy clouds were covering the skies and snow was falling out of them.
The white wolf was almost invisible in the snow, in all that white around.
Harry felt tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he watched the wolf. It stopped howling and turned to him slowly. Harry's heart made happy little jolts in his chest almost like it wanted to get out and run to the white wolf. He didn't dare to move. Didn't want to scare the wolf away. He didn't even know how he knew this was -his- wolf....correction..how he knew this was the right wolf. Because it wasn't his. That was probably what made it run in the first place though he didn't understand how he knew that. Call it instincts if you like.
The wolf was looking back at him and then slowly it got to its feet. Harry was almost afraid that it would run and he was ready to run after it if necessary. But that wasn't needed because it was coming to him. It stopped a few metres away from him and looked at him with its silvery eyes that were almost mesmerizing as it stood there.
Harry fell to his knees and reached out one hand. The wolf came closer and sniffed his outstretched hand. Harry felt something wet and warm against his cold fingers. The wolf was licking him. He moved closer to it reaching it both his hands.
'God Potter you're freezing to death here. Did you really miss me that much?' Draco thought as he in his wolf form kept licking Harry's frozen fingers. He smiled inwardly and moved even closer to the other boy. He felt Harry's arms encircle his neck and he felt the boy shaking with cold. He only had his pyjamas and his slippers on. 'The stupid git. He's going to get himself killed someday. And he doesn't even need Voldemort to do it for him' he thought as he snuggled up closer to the boy giving him some warmth. As he looked up at Harry he saw tears rolling down his cheeks. He almost panicked. He didn't really know how to act around somebody who was crying. And why -was- he crying in the first place? Sure he missed him. But so what? He was here now. He started licking away the hot tears from Harry's cheeks, savouring the salty taste.
Once again he was out of his mind not caring about what was going to happen. He didn't know what he was thinking when he came out here that night. When he saw Potter earlier that day in the shop. Seeing his expressionless face. Seeing how he hid his feeling so well maybe well enough so he himself didn't understand he had them. But they were all there in his eyes. Even when his face was like stone his eyes kept betraying him. It was what made him come out here tonight. He remembered Harry's laugh. The one that he hadn't heard since the night he decided that it was too risky for him to see Harry. That what he did was against the rules. Yes the rules...
*Flashback*
An 8 year old Draco Malfoy was standing between his two best friends Blaise and Pansy. They were standing in a circle of death eaters. Draco's father stepped out from the circle and stood in front of his son. "Do you know what is about to happen son?" he asked his face hidden by the mask that was covering his face. Draco nodded. He did. His father had told him about this event since Draco could remember. He was going to go through some serious changes. He was to become a wolf. He would still be partially human but he would also have some wolf's instincts. He was going to drink a potion and after that a spell would be cast over him turning him into a wolf for ever. This spell was a dark spell. One that was very risky for both him and the one who cast it. If something would go wrong both would die instantly.
"Do you know why this is going to happen?" he heard his fathers cold voice again and he nodded. He was going to become a servant for the Dark Lord that would once again rise from the shadows very soon. His father had told him about what a great wizard the Lord was and that Draco was lucky he could start serving him even before the great Lord got his powers back. The Lord would appreciate this. He would reward him greatly for it.
He couldn't become a death eater like his father since the Lord wasn't among them to give him the dark mark, besides it would be too dangerous for him to walk around with such a mark after the Dark Lord was defeated. Or after people thought he was defeated. By becoming a wolf, and not just any kind of wolf but a very powerful one, he would be able to serve the lord when the time came.
Lucius stepped back into the circle and the ceremony began. The three children drank the potion instantly falling to the ground by the pain rippling through their bodies but that was nothing compared to the pain that came after the spell was uttered. A ray of light blue light was coming from every death eater's wand hitting the three children that were squirming on the ground in pain. None of them were screaming though.
When the pain ended Draco felt changed. He looked down at where his hands were supposed to be but found his 'arms' were covered with white fur. Instead of hands he had claws where his nails were supposed to be and his hands didn't look like hands at all.
His father was standing above him and his death eaters' mask was removed. He looked at him and he was so proud. Draco grinned inwardly and he was so happy that his father was finally proud of him. That he could make him proud. That his father acknowledged him.
After they learned how to transform back into human form the rules were explained.
They were quite easy. They were the first human wolves but there would be more soon. After the Dark Lord returned to power there would be more of them. They had to choose a mate from these. A mate that they were going to spend the rest of their lives with. They would be in a pack and a leader was to be chosen. They would have to fight each other over the title. The leader was the first one that would choose a mate. Gender didn't matter in this question.
It was strictly forbidden that they'd be around humans more than necessary in their wolf form. This was a rule Draco didn't understand the purpose of but it didn't matter. Also their mates could not be human. Of course they could play with them but that was all.
Then came the fight between the three. It was about who would become their leader. It was between Draco, Pansy and Blaise since they were the first. Pansy lost to both of them and now it was time to decide who would be the leader. Draco or Blaise. Draco didn't remember the fight afterwards. Only that it had been a fierce one. It was almost a life or death fight and....he lost. Blaise became the leader. And he had to listen to him Malfoy or not. He never liked that position. Blaise was a fair leader. A strong one. When they began their 5th year at Hogwarts Blaise started to show interest in Draco. Draco of course thought that it was only temporary and he didn't dwell much on it. He even went so far as to sleep with Blaise once.
Now after the night in the Piano Room, he knew it wasn't all. Blaise had chosen him as his mate. And Draco didn't want that.
*End Flashback*
Harry noticed how the wolf seemed to burry itself closer into him and he held it even stronger. He had stopped crying as the wolf started licking his face all over. It felt good. All of if. That he finally could see his friend again who came to mean so much to him. The way the wolf comforted him. They way it let him hold it close. Once again he felt happiness touch his frozen soul.
Draco noticed how Harry was shaking because of the cold. It was getting worse. His lips were a nasty shade of blue and he was so pale. 'Why don't you go inside Potter? You are going to freeze to death out here' he thought. With that he stood and looked into Harry's eyes to make him sure that he wasn't going to leave for ever. But he had to go otherwise Harry would really die out here. He licked Harry's frozen lips and turned around and started running into the forest.
Harry sat there for a little while. Somehow he knew he would see the wolf again. Suddenly he felt very frozen. Every single part of his body hurt from the cold and he went inside. He knew he was going to be very sick but he didn't care. He went up to Gryffindor tower and curled up in his bed and slept peacefully.
Draco was standing in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest thinking. He couldn't go back to the dungeons. Blaise would notice he had been around some human again. He decided he would do without sleep tonight. Blaise was going to wonder where he had been during the night and he would confront him about it too. But he didn't care.
He was thinking about Harry. He touched his lips. He could still feel Harry's lips against his tongue. They were very cold but oh so soft. And they tasted something special. Like some kind of sweet cream. He wasn't sure what it was but it didn't matter right now. He looked at the snow dreamily as he felt like jumping up in the air.
What was going on? He was supposed to hate Potter. Yet he felt strangely good about what had happened.
"Damn you Potter. I think I'm falling for you." He said as he watched the snowflakes dance in the wind.
Strangely he didn't mind any of this. He didn't mind having these feelings. It almost felt like he would be empty without them. There was no point in denying he felt something for the raven-haired Gryffindor. He growled half- heartedly and then he broke into a smile. It was a beautiful smile and not his usual smirk. It was something he didn't show very often if ever.
He turned into his wolf form again and decided to sleep in the Forest tonight. He had to go somewhere and if he did he might as well se to that he would get some sleep.
That night he dreamt about a raven-haired boy. He was smiling sweetly, his eyes were closed as he danced in the snow. His red lips were swollen and his tongue was poking out from between them. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He reached his arms up to the sky as if he would like to touch it and Draco thought the snowflakes were so lucky that they were able to die in his warm hands.
A/N: Wow!! This chapter was even longer than the last one. Don't get used to it though. It was because it is almost Christmas. I hoped you liked it and that if you didn't understand some things then you understand it better. I want to thank Shiry again for checking the grammar and the spelling.
Merry Christmas to you all! I won't say "and a happy new year" because I think I will update before New Year but only if you review!