Author: DustFactory
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Dark Lord has turned Harry into a monster, bent on using him to destroy the Wizarding World. However, he underestimates Harry's strength and will power. When Harry returns, he is violently rejected for what he has become; finding solace only in the arms of the enemy. Veela, Incubi, blood, romance and more.
Rating: R
Author's Note: This story is AU in the fact that it assumes that Harry and the rest DID NOT leave Hogwarts after their 6th year. That the entire school came back for 7th year, and only Snape, Draco, and any others that left to join the Dark Lord did not. Dumbledore IS dead however.
THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION. A LINK TO THE UNEDITED VERSION CAN BE FOUND ON MY PROFILE
Also: I know you're all begging for more hotboy!sex, but it'll have to wait till the next chapter, I thought it would be in this chapter (I enjoy writing it as much as I'm sure you enjoy reading it) but apparently Draco and Harry aren't feeling very horny with McGonagall around. Next chapter, I swear!
Thanks to my reviewers Freak in Corner, fragonknight01, tazzy15, and keisan! The more I get the faster I update!
nine.
Draco moaned and rolled over. His lungs ached like he had breathed in doxy dust. His entire body throbbed with each beat of his heart. He sat up carefully, his head spinning. His throat was dry, and he found a conveniently placed glass of water on his night stand. The shades were pulled and the lights dimmed, but Draco guessed it was around noon some time.
He glanced around, and noticed the bathroom light was on under the door. He could hear some one finish up showering, but it wasn't his Harry, as Harry was still sleeping in the bed next to his.
His Harry. Merlin, Draco, what have you gotten yourself into now? As much as he knew how weird it should be, it wasn't. It seemed natural. Mine. He thought possessively.
The water shut off, and after a few moments of teeth brushing and clothy cloths noises, a girl emerged from the bathroom. She was still trying to get her shoe on on her way out, and she didn't notice him at first. Her hair was platinum with reddish highlights, and when she glanced up, his eyes stared back at him out of her face. She froze, eyes going comically wide with terror. He stared back at her blankly, mask in place. Who is this girl that looks like me?
"Who are you?" He asked bluntly. After all, she was wearing a Gryffindor robe, and you usually had to be blunt with them to get through at all.
"I- I-" She stuttered, her mouth gaping uselessly. "MADAME POMFREY! HE'S AWAKE!" Draco clasped his ears tightly, as her voice (which had a certain ring to it that sounded suspiciously like Mother's) ricocheted about his skull. He glared at her, and she backed up a step, running into Madame Pomfrey as she walked into the ward.
"Excuse me dear. What was it you wanted?" At which point she realized Draco was awake. "Oh! Mr. Malfoy, your up I see." Draco narrowed his eyes at the witch.
"Why does that girl," He pointed to Ginny, "look like a Malfoy? And where did she come from?" His voice was calm, his face blank.
Madame Pomfrey stuttered, not seeming to have a good response for him. McGonagall chose that moment, however, to show up, and quickly assessed the situation.
"First, Mr. Malfoy, we must know why you are here. Why have you chosen to return to Hogwarts after your debacle at the end of last year?" Draco sighed unhappily, he knew that this was coming. Why would he think they would just accept the boy that had tried his damnedest to kill Dumbledore the previous year back into their stronghold?
"I- I failed the Dark Lord. I failed the final Death Eater initiation task." Draco hung his head, pressing his forehead into his palms. He continued, "They wanted to sacrifice me to-" He stopped, eyes widening for a second before his mask slid back into place. He forced his eyes straight ahead, making sure not to make any indication towards Harry. "They tried to kill me, and they failed. They had captured Harry also, and we managed to escape."
McGonagall eyed him suspiciously. A knowing glint in her eye told him she most likely already knew. Harry had changed, and it was visible. His face was sharper, more elongated. His ears were pointed a bit, and his hair had a weird silky texture to it that it hadn't had before. The bumps that were characteristic of Incubi were just peaking over the bed sheet tucked up around his shoulders. Any one that knew what they were looking for would know.
"How can we trust what you say Mr. Malfoy when-"
"It's true." Harry sat up, blinking blearily, and rubbing his eyes. The blanket tumbled down his bare chest. "I was there, he's telling the truth." The entire room gaped at him, those that hadn't noticed the changes sure as hell did now. Ginny let out a little whimper and hid behind Pomfrey. McGonagall didn't look shocked, more resigned.
Harry blinked again, slower this time, and glanced down at himself, before glancing back up at his startled audience. Shite.
Draco looked at him, and as Harry turned terrified eyes to him, Draco noticed that they were silted, which they hadn't been before. In fact, Harry's whole facial structure had shifted just a bit more.
McGonagall pulled up a chair at the end of both of their beds. She motioned Ginny to do the same, and dismissed Pomfrey.
"Before I tell you anything, I must ask for a more detailed account of what happened. It is for her safety," She nodded to Ginny, "As there could be some... Complications with your family." Draco sneered.
"Complications? Are you kidding me? Who ever dared to steal a Malfoy Heir will be punished with their life. That is not a light charge-"
"We are well aware of this fact, and that is why I need to know whether or not you can be trusted with this information." Draco visibly restrained himself from throttling the woman, settling back into his bed. He began the tale, leaving any sexual parts out and skimming over the veela part to the best of his ability. He also left out the part about Harry eating the heart of a hell hound, but that was a given.
When he reached the part of his story where he killed his father, the Headmistress's eyes widened.
"Lucius Malfoy is dead?"
"By my own hand." Draco savored the words, how they left a sweet taste on his tongue and hope in the back of his mind.
"Well then, that changes everything. I'll be blunt with you then, Mr. Malfoy. This is Ginevra Weasley, your twin sister." She paused, letting it sink in.
"My WHAT? I have a TWIN?" Ginny looked extremely nervous. Draco was steaming. His mind was tumbling over itself in rage and confusion. How could this have happened? "Why was I never told about this? Malfoy's don't ever bare more than one child. It's an ancient curse that is not about to be broken now."
"Mr. Malfoy, calm down. If what you say is true, we have no clue how Ginevra came about being born, but we have issues that need to be resolved. The Gryffindors are already... Worked up about Harry." Harry glanced over at the witch sharply.
"How in the world do they already know about me? I have been here less than a day. I didn't even know until now that anyone knew about what I was." McGonagall sagged in her chair, and began her explanation of how they had originally planned to rescue him on the new moon. How she had discussed the situation with Ron and Hermione, and how Hermione seemed to have taken it vs. what Ron had done after hearing the news. Draco could see hurts seep into Harry's very posture, before a cold blanket of fury settled over him. Draco could feel the rage venting off him, it burned his skin.
Draco climbed nimbly off of his bed and crawled into Harry's. McGonagall looked like she wanted to protest, but held her tongue, as it was extremely apparent that Harry had little to no self control left, and that if something wasn't done, windows would start to shatter.
"Calm down, Harry. It's okay, I'm here." He rubbed Harry's back gently, wrapping an arm about the youth's waste. How could he? How could they? The words echoed about in Draco's skull, as he tried to calm Harry.
"I'm apologize to the largest extent of my ability, Mr. Potter, as I had no idea they would react in this manner. I had assumed... No matter, I was wrong. For which I am deeply sorrowed and ashamed. The only question is, do you still want to return to Gryffindor tower?" Harry froze, staring in shock at the Headmistress. Leave Gryffindor? Could he even do something like that?
"If they're really as riled up as she says, Harry, it won't be safe for you there."
Ginny had sat quietly through all of this, and as she watched the tender way that Malfoy whispered to Harry and held him, she began to wonder if he was really as bad as he had seemed.
"But... They're the closest thing to family I've ever had... What will I do with out them?"
"I'll be there for you Harry." Ginny leaned forward and placed her hand on his. Harry's eyes widened, and Draco's became just a bit frosty at the physical contact. "I can't very well go back either, as all the glamor they've tried to apply just fades within seconds or causes me pain. Ron will never accept me. I'm surprised Mum and Dad didn't have a bad reaction to it."
Harry looked shocked, but a small smile tugged at the edge of his lips. Draco had a very strange look on his face, and Ginny couldn't read it.
"What do you propose to do then, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall asked carefully.
"I will follow where ever Harry goes." Harry's small smile turned into a face splitting grin and he pulled Ginny up onto the bed and hugged her tightly against his chest. He sounded like he was choking back a sob as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh Ginny, I love you. You're the best." Ginny pulled back and looked at him still smiling.
"I love you to Harry." Her expression turned grim, and she smacked him hard across the face. Draco growled threateningly and his face sharpened dramatically. Harry looked stunned. "But if you ever go and do anything like that to me again, Harry James Potter, I will find you and murder you in cold blood." Draco paused in his anger, his face smoothing as he stared at his- his twin, say it Draco, Twin. You're going to have to get use to it if this is going in the direction you think it is.
"Don't touch my mate again. Are we clear?" Ginny looked floored.
"M- Mate?" Draco stared at her. When had Harry become his mate again? He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Harry glanced at him, but didn't seem to notice anything. He just shrugged. At least he isn't adverse to the idea.
"Yes, mate. Harry is my mate. Get use to it, you can't have him, he's mine." Harry elbowed him but gave him a lopsided grin at his sharp possessive tone.
"Back off Draco, we're just friends." Harry was looking at him, so he didn't see the jealousy flash across her face. It quickly formed into resignation, however, and she nodded to Draco. She smiled at him slightly, and he could see that an understanding had been reached between the two of them. Two people that cared strongly about the boy in between them.
Ginny leaned forward and held out a pale elegant hand. He stared at it for a second before grasping it. He held it firm for a second, feeling a bond between them. It would take work, but the young woman in front of him was a promising allie and friend.