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Eclipse

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The mutants had decided (more like been ordered by Mrs.Weasley) to stay for supper. Staying hadn't bothered them much. It was only when Mrs.Weasley said they should invite more of their friends that the adult mutants regretted staying. A houseful of young mutants and wizards was not a good idea in their minds. Still, when Rouge, Kurt and Evan began pleading that their teachers allow their friends to come said teachers relented.

So, seven o'clock found both wizards and mutants alike sharing a wondrous meal courtesy of Mrs.Weasley. Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the twins in particular found the experience quite odd as they were witness to a Draco Malfoy that smiled and made jokes with friends. The usual aristocratic air and snobbish attitude was completely non existent as the Slytherin sat next to a mutant named Lance and Evan. Indeed, it was almost as if he had never acted that way at all as the Gryffindors watched their long-standing enemy begin laughing hysterically with Evan and Kurt when Lance got himself smacked by another of the female mutants called Kitty.

"I never thought I'd EVER see Malfoy do anything but smirk." Ron turned to Harry, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Harry nodded vehemently, as did the twins.

"This is way too weird for me. To think, he can be social!"

"Oh stop it you lot. Just because it's difficult for us to think that Malfoy can be anything but a git doesn't mean you can't try," Hermione said as she turned disapproving eyes to the boys on her left. She might have said more if a large spike hadn't at that moment gone whizzing past her head to become imbedded in the cabinet beneath the sink. Hermione slowly turned her head to stare at the now wide-eyed Evan.

"Whoa, dude, sorry about that. It kinda slipped." The regenerative mutant named Logan sighed heavily and began to pull out the large piece of wood.

"THIS is why we dress 'em up but can't take 'em anywhere." After successfully pulling out the projectile spike he turned to the still wide eyed Hermione, who without a doubt was still contemplating what would have happened if it had been an inch closer.

"You alright kid?" Hermione shook herself and looked up the rough looking man.

"F-fine. Just a tad startled is all."

"Don't worry. He'll be scrubbing my cars for the next month." The mutant known as Scott looked severely at the now frowning Evan.

"AHHHH. But Scott, it was an accident. I wasn't TRYING to hit her." Scott then donned a smug expression.

"That is, unless you want to work on your control with Logan before school for the next two months."

At this Evan's eyes went wide and he shook his head emphatically. After that dinner went more or less normally. Or as normal as it could go with a room full of teenage wizards and mutants.

The dinner itself was (to quote Lance) "Smokin'". The desert however was enjoyed far more by the children. The adults all left to the adjoining parlor, leaving the teenagers at the table to eat pie and joke around. Harry was currently eating over the back of his chair as his wings still hadn't retracted and he was forced to sit straddling the chair. Before he had left with the rest of the adults Hank had given him the drugs that would get the wings to retract. The blue-furred man had refused to give it to him earlier because Harry had eaten nothing and was still fairly weak from when the wings had come out.

Looking around to make sure all of the room's occupants were otherwise engaged Harry downed the pills and waited for the anticipated pain. His body tensed and he bit his lip in order to keep from yelling. Although as intense as the pain of the wings going back in was it was never half as bad as it was when they came out. He winced and sunk his nails into the chair back as they began to retract. They seemed to take forever to go in but once they were finally fully retracted Harry sighed and leaned heavily onto his chair, letting his head rest on his arms. Harry was interrupted from regaining a steady breathing pattern by Hermione letting out a soft shriek as she just now looked over to Harry.

"HARRY! You're bleeding!" This was confirmed as Harry felt a trickle of a warm fluid go down his still unclothed back.

"Uh yeah, I do that," Harry uttered, having nothing better to say in response to the horror and pity now donning his friend's features. Before he could think of anything else to say that might reassure his friends he felt cold hands pressing against his shoulder blades. Harry began to protest but stopped as warmth, unlike that caused by the blood, erupted over his back. When the warmth faded he turned around to see Draco standing behind him. His own blood covering the Slytherin's palms. Wow. He really must not be the prat we always thought he was. He just got his hands all dirtied with my blood to heal me, toHELP me. Wow.

"Uuuuhhh thanks Malfoy." Draco only nodded at Harry before walking over to the sink and washing his hands. Hermione too, walked over to the sink and wetting a washcloth she used it to wipe off Harry's bare back. Hermione was silent during the entire process and once she was done she sat down again and stared at the visibly scarred back of her friend with wide eyes. Oh bugger, Hermione looks like she's going to cry or something.

"I'm okay Hermione. It really wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Oh, Harry." Hermione flung herself at the very startled boy who patted her back awkwardly. Rouge and Kitty also looked on the verge of tears. When Harry looked at Lance the mutant shrugged and gave an exasperated sigh that clearly meant "Girls". When Harry looked at Ron he was surprised to see a frown decorating his friend's features and the boy's usually jovial blue eyes looking uncharacteristically sad.

"I really am fine. It just kinda bleeds a lot because when they retract it's like I have holes in my back. It really does look a lot worse then it feels." Ron shook his head and looked down at his pie. In an effort to lighten the mood Kurt began teleporting around and startling people. He didn't get the desired effect until he teleported on top of Lance and with a curse of "YOU FURRY LITTLE ELF" the entire room began laughing.