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Chapter 3"Hey Mom! Did you find everything?"
"Yes, Ron. And I found a perfect dressrobe for you too!""Urgh, I don't even think I'm going. Why did you buy it?"
"Now, Ron, behave yourself. I've brought someone with me-"
"Hey! Who's that?"
All the heads in the room turned to Draco. He didn't see it, but he felt that they were all staring at him weirdly. 'Please, oh please, don't let them recognise me…' he prayed to himself. Mrs. Weasley walked over to him and led him further inside the room.
"Children, this is Michael Blythe. He doesn't know where to go so I thought we'll give him something to eat and then he could take a bath and borrow some clothes."
"Why are his eyes shut?" Ginny piped up.
Draco wanted to scowl, but kept his monotone face as he opened his eyes. They all gasped.
"Well, just because, quite frankly, I'm blind."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I really didn't mean to-" Ginny started to apologise as he interrupted her.
"Don't worry, it's fine. You couldn't have known." He smiled at, what he thought was, her direction. 'Eurgh. It's good I'm such a magnificent actor.' He hated this. Couldn't they just give him food, a shower and some clothes, and let him be? As if sensing his thoughts, Knives nuzzled the crook of his neck. That was when the rest of the people in the room noticed Knives.
"What the-"
"Is that a Dragon?"
"Ooh, it's cute! What's it called?"
The last comment came from the Weaslette, Ginny or something, and it made him almost cringe. It sounded an awful lot like the imbeciles that his father had taken home for Draco, to consider to marry. They had all had blond or light-brown hair, blue or brown eyes and pink clothes. And they had all been very irritating. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a hesitating: "Michael?"
"Uh, yes?"
"We would like to know what your dragon's called."
"Oh, yeah. It's Knives."
"Knives? Why would someone give the name Knives to such a cute little dragon?"
Draco wanted to scream. He couldn't take the damn Weaslette anymore. Knives tightened his claws around Draco's shoulder and Ginny let out a little shriek. Draco was pleased to know that his dragon had opened his mouth and showed her the bright green tongue and his fangs. 'Now, if she would just go away.' As if on cue, someone stepped forward and placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder. Strangely enough, Draco could almost feel the person's presence and he knew someone was there. Then he heard the most wonderful male voice speaking to the irritating ditz.
"Ginny. Maybe we should go eat something now. I'm sure that Michael is very hungry."
The veela in Draco could have melted. He recognised that voice anywhere from now on. It was his mate. His human side was protesting to his feelings, though. This was, after all, Potter. He couldn't mate with him. His thoughts were once again interrupted when Draco suddenly felt all warm. His mate, was touching him. His knees were almost about to give out, right then and there. His veela-self was longing to hold him, touch him, kiss him, take hi- 'Aaaargh! Get your mind out of the gutter. I can't think of Potter that way!'
Harry led 'Michael' down the stairs, carefully so he wouldn't trip. There was something familiar with this guy, but he couldn't place it.
Michael seemed to tense a little when Harry had taken his arm in his hand, and it was as if he then willed himself to relax.
"What is it?"
Michael's head snapped up and he blinked, even if he couldn't see.
"Huh?"
Harry smiled softly.
"It looks like there's something on your mind." Michael blinked again before hastily answering with a "No, it's nothing… Nothing, really."
Harry then remembered. He almost smacked himself.
"I'm so dumb. I haven't even introduced myself yet. Okay, I'm Harry Potter…" he paused a little as if waiting for a gasp or something. No reaction. Harry shrugged. Maybe this guy wasn't a total idiot who worshipped the ground Harry walked on. "… I'm 16 years old and I go to Hogwarts."
Draco was almost about to blurt out an irritable 'I know that already, jackass.' but refrained from it. So he decided on a simple: "Okay."
"Which school do you go to? It must be Hogwarts if you live in Britain but I haven't seen you there."
Draco paused slightly, pondering on what he could say. He settled for a simple lie.
"I was home-schooled. Father didn't believe in Dumbledore. He thought Dumbledore was an old coot who didn't do anything right. I'm also sixteen."
After all, if Draco had said that he also went to Hogwarts, Harry surely would look after him when they came there. He would ask which house Draco went to and why Harry hadn't seen him anywhere. That wouldn't do. He felt Harry tense a little after Draco had spoken.
"What is it?" He asked the dark-haired boy.
"Hate to say this, but your father is terribly wrong. Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard and nor your father nor you should doubt him."
Draco was silent for a while. His father's face flashed before him. 'Well then I have no use for you.' 'From today and forward you're wanted man, Draco.' 'You have ten minutes before I call my colleagues to handle you.' 'I want you out of my house. I don't want to see you ever again…'
'Ten minutes…'Draco sighed.
"Who said I think my father was right? When did I say I doubted Dumbledore?" He added a soft whisper to the sentences. "Did you even know it was my father who made me blind in the first place?"
Draco had said the last part very quietly, but he knew Harry had heard. Harry had tensed up again and Draco lowered his head, waiting for the 'I'm so sorry for you. That must have been awful! Oh, poor you!' that was surely to come. It didn't. Harry didn't say anything. And even if Draco couldn't see, he knew Harry had nodded a little, grasped Draco's hand more tightly then before, and continued to lead Draco down the stairs. And for that, Draco was grateful.
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A couple of days later, Draco found himself, still in the care of the Weasley, Potter and Granger. The first day, when he took his shower, he knew he had to change himself a little, for them not to recognise him. Though he couldn't see, he changed his hair to a little more dirty blond, his eye colour didn't quite matter and a little to his composure… He couldn't change his height so the rest would have to do. He just prayed he hadn't muttered a spell wrong, so he suddenly would have bright pink hair or something.
Luckily, he hadn't made any mistakes. The Weaslette was all over him when he came out of the shower and he didn't know what to do. Always as if on cue, Potter had come to rescue him. And he was eternally grateful to him for that. Seriously, she was so annoying. She would cling to him and whisper in what she thought was a sexy voice, take his hand and other stupid things. He had to do something.
So one morning he called to her and said he wanted to talk to her in private. She went all bouncy bouncy and probably thought he was going to ask her out or something. He almost felt sorry for her. But only almost. After all, he had been raised as a Malfoy.
But he decided not to think about the Malfoy's anymore. For now, his last name was Blythe.
"Was there something you wanted to tell me Mikey?" Eeeeurgh…. He hated that nickname she called him. All the pity he had had before was suddenly gone. He was going to get rid of this disgusting parasite now.
"Yeah, well Ginny… I really don't know how to tell you this." Her hopes were getting up by the second and his 'nervous fidgeting' was really coaxing it.
"It's like this… I've felt this feeling since a while and first I didn't really recognise it…" He had to stop himself from smirking of glee for her 'wonderful' reaction. To any other watchers it looked like she was practically planning her wedding already. Now… for the punch line.
"I think I'm gay."
"…"
Ginny's face could easily resemble a goldfish on land, opening and closeting over and over again.
"But…But I thought…"
He praised Merlin for giving him this talent of acting, as said before. He had to keep himself from smirking at her. He couldn't see, but he knew from past experiences that she was now trying hard not to cry.
But when he heard the first silent sob, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about the whole thing. After all, her family had taken care of him, and when he really thought about it, she had helped him pick out his clothes and other things. And when nobody else was around she had helped him down the stairs and to the furniture.
This was a new experience. Never before had he felt guilty about dumping girls. So why now? Weird…
Now her sobs were increasing slightly, but he could hear that she was trying to stop them. The tears didn't sound as hysterical as the other girls' tears.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly had this impulse to comfort her. And so he did.
Ginny squeaked a little when Draco drew her in his arms. He rocked her silently and whispered to her that he hadn't meant to hurt her and that she shouldn't cry. Soon she was only hic upping once a while and though he couldn't see, he smiled softly down towards the direction he thought her face was and said: "Maybe we still could be friends?" She gulped a little and then she nodded and answered with a small: "Okay."
Even months later, he still didn't know why he had hugged her and said everything he had said. He came to the conclusion that it must be a Veela thing… By then he still preferred just to ignore the fact that he may have feelings.
Anyway, he soon found out that Ginny could actually be very nice company, when she wasn't having a crush on him. Everyone were nice to him, even the Weasel, Ron. But he supposed that was because he wasn't Draco Malfoy here. Here he was just Michael Blythe, a blind boy who didn't have any parents, but had been taken care of by another family. Though he didn't really want to admit it, he cared for Harry. They hadn't talked a lot and now that Draco didn't need anymore saving, it seemed that they were together for less time then before. He was always away, training, Ginny said. But the time they had, Draco treasured secretly, even if his human side was protesting. And then there was this other thing Draco would never tell anyone who knew who he was.
The time he had with the Weasleys were actually quite… nice. He had this warm feeling in his stomach every time Mrs. Weasley fussed over how thin he looked or something else. She cared. Ginny had become quite a good friend and he could almost compare her to Pansy now. They resembled each other a lot. When they were outside, walking down the streets of Diagon Alley, she would always spot really hot guys and describe them for him. Then they would laugh.
Everything seemed too good to be true and Draco knew it wouldn't last. They would eventually find out who he was and it all would be shattered.
But for now, Draco was actually happy. Something he hadn't been for a long time.
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A/N: … Okay… this ish gettin weirder and weirder by the day… O.o; Hope u liked the chapter tho… I have something little planned out for next chapter and I promise! There WILL be Harry/Draco luuuuuv! xD It'll start a little by next chapter, where you'll actually get scenes where they are talking… : Hope u all read and review! Tell me what you thought about it! They all make me so happyh!
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