Summary: Harry Potter is not human. Draco's Veela is starting to come through. When Harry is being raped at home. When he comes into his birthright. What will happen when Draco wants to help after Harry's friends turn on him?
A.N: Another story from me. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All Characters, situations, and the like belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warning: This story contains: Rape, Slash, Lemons, Sex. You have been warned.
On with the show...
Next morning found them waking at around eight-thirty. Shifting into a more comfortable position, Draco realized that the weight on his chest was Harry. The raven haired teen was spooned against his side, one wing draped over Draco's lower half while the other lay folded along his scared back.
" You awake?" Draco asked muzzily, stroking the thin patch of skin in between Harry's wings absently.
" Yeah. I'm hungry to. But for food." Harry answered tiredly as he stretched, then settled back against Draco after ruffling his feathers.
" You look like a bird when you do that." Draco remarked lightly as he sat up, forcing Harry up as well. Harry scowled at him and stuck his nose in the air, as if to say 'So?' Draco chuckled and slid out from under the blankets, feet hitting the cool wood floor with a soft smack.
Harry stretched out again, arms held high above his head as he yawned. " Do we have to get up?" He asked, voice taking on a pleading tone.
" Yes. Now I'm going to go take a shower. When I get out you had better be up and dressed. You understand?" He asked as he went through his own trunk that had been brought up.
" I'm not a dog. I won't sit and stay if you tell me to." Harry remarked as he got out of bed and opened his wings as far as the room would allow. " Where's Shadow?" He asked looking around for her box.
" There you are." Draco murmured triumphantly as he pulled out a black shirt with the words ' Ask Me If I Care.' written in bold white letters.
Harry chuckled at the shirt, shaking his head. Going over to Shadows box, which had been moved to the table in the corner of the room. Opening it he looked inside the dark cardboard.
What took you sso long?" Shadow asked as she raised herself out of the darkness. Oh. I ssee. Lookss painful. She remarked upon seeing his new features and massive wings.
You have no idea. Harry remarked dryly. " Draco go take your shower already." Harry said, voice light as he allowed Shadow to slither up his arm.
" I'm going, I'm going." Draco muttered as he closed the door to the bathroom. Harry smiled at the door then went over to his trunk, looking for something that might fit at least a little.
No such luck, everything was to small. Going over to Draco's trunk he looked through the once taller boys clothes. Pulling out a black shirt that read ' I Don't Do Monday's' in bold red letters and a pair of long black slacks.
After placing Shadow on the bed, Harry stripped down to his tight fitting boxers and then got dressed, pulling the pants on easily, then looking at the shirt he sighed and put it back. Looking in the mirror he wrinkled his nose in annoyance at his wings and then looked around the room.
Sso what are you exactly, I know your not a Python, ssince Python'ss aren't poissonouss. Yet the ssign in front of you tank ssaid you were poissonouss. Harry hissed to the pure black snake laying curled in the sun.
I am a magical Python, we have venom to protect uss from larger animalss. As well ass from wizardss that want to usse our sskin in potionss. It iss all rather complicated, but that iss the basse of my sspeciess. Shadow answered after a moment of thought.
Ten minutes later Draco came out of the bathroom, fully dressed with his hair hanging about his face in pale strands, brushing his cheeks. Harry smiled at him then sighed again.
" What?" Draco asked as he put his comb back into his trunk.
" I can't wear a shirt. Dammit. This isn't fair." Harry muttered venomously as he glanced at the mirror again. Scowling at his reflection once more Harry went over to the door leading out to the hall.
" Come on, I'm starving. Yes, Draco, for food." Harry said a mild smirk on his face at the look Draco was giving him.
" Your going to be jumped as soon as you enter that pub." Draco said uneasily as he followed Harry down the stairs. The winged boy in front of him sighed again, but kept walking, not pausing as he came to the main floor.
Walking into the pub proved to be an interesting affair. Every head turned, and some jaws dropped. Harry and Draco walked over to the bar and calmly ordered two breakfasts, Tom nodded and went to get the meals, not seeming to be fazed in the least by the new appearance of the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry and Draco went and sat at a table in the back of the pub, away from every one else. Harry growled in annoyance as the Weasley clan and Hermione began to make their way over to the two teens. Draco patted his shoulder, to reassure and calm them both.
Mr. Weasly looked to be moving quite well this morning, to both teens disappointment. Hermione's eyes kept flicking between the two, as if not sure which to look at. Ron looked livid, while Molly looked concerned. Fred and George both wore identical expressions of indifference. Charlie and Ginny were oddly absent.
" Now Harry I do not require an apology from you, simply Mr. Malfoy's cooperation. I will not take no for an answer. Mr. Malfoy cannot share a room with you, and that is that. Now, Mr. Malfoy please go remove your things from Mr. Potter's room and meet me by the fireplace. I am to take you to a different location, away from Mr. Potter." Arthur said, voice calm and collected.
Harry growled deep in his throat, wings vibrating with his anger. Draco lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. " Why can we not share a room?" Harry asked, calming himself.
" Draco here is the son of a Death Eater, and therefore we don not know whether or not he is. Now, Mr. Malfoy, go collect your things." Arthur glared at the blonde teen.
" Excuse me." Tom said loudly, pushing his way through the crowd of Weasley's. " Letter for you Mr. Potter." He said brightly, handing Harry the envelope. " And here's your breakfast, sirs." With that he pushed back through the red heads.
Harry opened the letter slowly, and pulled the thick parchment out. Reading it once he passed it to Draco to read, a smirk gracing his lips.
Mr. Potter,
I would like to ask you to keep an eye on our young Draco Malfoy. He spoke to me at the end of the year, saying that he did not wish to become a Death Eater. Therefore he will need some sort of protection, as you probably already know, you are not human. Therefore I would truly appreciate it if you would make sure Draco stays out of trouble, as well as yourself.
Headmaster Dumbledore
Harry smiled happily and waved the Weasley's off. " You can go away now. Draco has permission to stay with me. Now be on your way and do not bother us again." Harry said coldly as he refolded the letter, sliding it back into the envelope.
Arthur stood there, stunned for a moment before Harry threw the letter at him and then promptly dug into his breakfast. Draco followed suit and both ignored the red heads standing around them, with dark looks in their eyes, especially Ron.
Arthur made a few odd spluttering noises, then tossed the letter onto the table and marched off haughtily. The rest of them followed him a moment later, no one saying a word. The rest of the pub was painfully quiet.
They finished eating and Harry threw down the proper amount for the food before standing up and going out the back door, Draco walking calmly at his side, knowing better then to be the first to speak.
Harry heaved a sigh once they were out in Diagon Alley, breathing in the scents of the world around them. " Okay Draco, where to first?" Harry asked voice light and carefree for the moment.
" Not sure. Lets look around until you spot something you like then we'll get your tattoo done." Draco said as he walked next to Harry.
They spent about half an hour just looking around, Harry trying to find something that caught his liking. Finally they found a promising looking shop. The shop was most defiantly Goth based, black everywhere along with heavy spikes and chains.
Harry went over to one of the racks, Draco nearly glued to his side as the people inside gave them odd looks. Harry smiled at the way Draco stood close to his side, as if nervous around the tattooed and pierced teenagers.
" They won't bite, well they won't with me around." Harry said warning-ly, flashing his fangs to the other occupants, knowing that they were all human. The woman who had been coming to see if they needed help stopped in her tracks for a moment, then began walking forward again.
" Can I help you two, fine young men with anything?" She asked brightly, an odd sound in the black based store.
" Umm. Yes, I need a whole new wardrobe. Shoes, pants, shirts, accessories, and anything else." Harry said calmly as he looked her in the eye.
" Oh good, you came at the perfect time. Now do you have any preference on material? No? Alright, that just made everything easier. Come along then, and we'll get started. By the way, my name is Marine, Mari(Mar-E) for short. And you would be?" She asked looking at Harry then Draco.
" Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy." Harry answered easily. Her smile widened.
" Oh, this will be fun." She said gaily as she took his measurements. Nodding her head after the numbers were written down she went to work.
Only twenty or so minutes later found Harry with an over flowing armful of clothes. Leathers, cottons, denims, lycras, and a little spandex, as well as a single fishnet shirt. Harry looked over at Draco who had made himself at home in the jewelry section, riffling through necklaces, collars, bracelets, earrings, rings and a number of other odd metal things that either made him blush or wrinkle his nose before tossing them aside.
Mari pulled Harry over to the changing rooms and pushed him in. Once the door was closed Harry placed all the clothes on the back bench. Removing Draco's pants he picked up a pair of leather pants, having always wanting to try them on he figured why not first.
The leather slid up his legs easily and Harry could sense the magic in the material and was rather grateful for it. The pants fit like a glove, hugging him in all the right places, and sitting low on his hips, but not too low. Next he picked up a tight looking shirt, with slits in the back for his wings.
" Draco !" Harry called loudly. He had no clue how to get the shirt on. The blonde came over to the door and cautiously opened it.
" Can't get your shirt on?" He asked with a mischievous smile on his pale pink lips. Harry simply scowled at him.
" A little help would be nice." Harry muttered looking at the shirt with curiosity in his almond shaped eyes.
Draco chuckled and came closer. " Give it here before you hurt yourself." He commanded lightly. Harry handed the shirt over with a fake hurt expression on his face.
Draco pulled the tightly woven cotton over Harry's head and carefully pulled it so that it seemed to melt through his wings, molding around his back. Harry gasped quietly at the odd feeling.
Looking down at the way the shirt hugged his stomach and chest. He looked back up and noticed that Draco was nodding his head, a wide smile on his face. " Now they'll jump you for sure. That outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination, but it does leave just enough, that all the girls, and a few of the guys, will be wanting to see more." Draco stated, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Harry chuckled, " so this is a yes?" He asked, watching Draco's face. The blonde nodded enthusiastically and then left Harry to try on the rest by himself.
Thirty some odd minutes later Harry came out, his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from changing into so many outfits. After putting all but the fishnet, which he said made him cold, onto the counter Harry went in search of Draco.
The Slytherin in question was still looking at jewelry. When Harry drew closer he noticed a dull blush on his pale cheeks as he looked at something from one of the bins.
" What you got there?" Harry asked standing next to Draco. The blonde held what looked like a black leather collar in one hand and a black leather leash in the other. Harry chuckled at the dazed look on his friends face.
" No, I'm not wearing either of those." Harry said calmly, causing Draco to drop both articles as if they burned. ( A.N: Oh the possiblites. )
Draco's blush deepened even more, making it look like he had just run a mile. Draco looked over at Harry, staring into his bright eyes. " Oh, damn. And here I was getting all kinds of thoughts about what to do with those, and some other things I've found." Draco said mournfully.
It was Harry's turn to blush at the implication. Swallowing harshly Harry moved away from the blonde and continued looking at all the different pieces of jewelry. Harry suddenly spotted a wall covered with prints. Going over to it, Harry realized that they were tattoo designs.
Spotting one that looked promising, Harry moved closer. The tattoo that had caught his attention was gorgeous. Chinese letters, that according to the translation ment: To fear, is to not believe in one self. Along side the bold symbols was a fierce looking Dragon, silver and black in color. Its wings were spread wide making for it to be about seven inches wide and eight inches tall.
Mari came up next to him and admired the one he was looking at. " That would look really nice under your wings. Although the damn things move, so it could end up on your ass if it wanted to, and I wouldn't blame it." She said, eyes flickering with an overly bright light.
Harry shook his head lightly. " Sorry, I'm not your type." Harry said simply looking back at the tattoo. " Although I will get that." He pointed to the tattoo and Mari nodded.
" John, you got another victim." Mari called towards the back of the shop. " Don't worry it only stings a little. He just likes calling his customers victims for some reason." Mari said in that painfully cheerful voice.
" What do you want done kid?" A slightly high pitched voice asked. Harry turned to see a short, stocky man that could prosper from losing a few pounds in the near future.
" I want this one done. Beneath my wings." Harry said calmly, even though it felt weird to say ' my wings.'
" Okay, come on back and we'll get you inked up. Want anything else done?" He asked as they moved towards a curtain in the back of the shop.
" Yeah. Can I get a barbell in my tongue as well?" Harry asked after a thoughtful pause.
" Sure. Lay down on your stomach, this will only take about ten minutes or so." John informed him as he inked the needle.
Harry didn't even feel him put the needle to his skin, nor did he feel any of it for that matter. John was indeed done in a little over ten minutes. After placing a cleaning spell on the wound he put a light cotton bandage on it.
" Okay, now have a seat and I'll pop this in, and you'll be done." John moved over and picked up a small barbell tongue ring. Coming back over he placed the needle to Harry's tongue.
With an odd, sliding sensation the ring went into his tongue and John carefully placed the back on the sterling silver. " Make sure you twist it before and after you eat, so that it doesn't start to hurt. Other then that your bandage can come off around seven o'clock tonight. Have a nice day and pay at the register."