A/N: heeeeey! xD gawd I luv you reviewers… makes me all warm n fuzzy inside xD
Okay… well, I feel obliged to answer a few questions so:
Andromeda Malfoy-Potter : ack, me so srry, for not clearing things up! For all who wonder why Ginny asked why Draco's pants were WET and not RED: He had black pants. And well, with black pants, u don't see if it's red, cuz it's too dark. U just see it's a tad bit darker xD srry, for not clearing that up. Try pourin something red (not red wine, those stains don't get off…) on some black pants or something and you'll see… anyway, thanks for reminding me… and thanks for liking me story :)
DeppDRACOmaniac: ur name… O.o anyway, u kno, Harry and co. can be a bit slow xD wow, that rhymed! xD they'll figure it out eventually, maybe in this chapter… honestly, I don't kno O.o I'm just writing whatever comes to mind… but, yes, Harry WILL finally start to suspect something today… :P And maybe figure it out… (ponder ponder)
And everyone else, who are wondering when the hell Harry is gonna figure stuff out:D He will, soon! Maybe in this chap!
Dedications: once again to me wonderful beta (yes, ur wonderful xD not joking, hon :P) Lain-Iris! and oh, before I forget, this chap is also dedicated to:
Rebecca, an anonymous bitch, who doesn't even point out what me and me beta spelled wrong, but still gave us a big laugh! I cooked me noodles with your flame! Thanks darling! And, no, I'm not going to stop writing until I learn to spell… I'm learning while I'm writing, like normal ppl do! xD
Oh and SORRY! THE SECOND CHAPTER BEGINS WITH 'ONE WEEK BEFORE SEVENTH YEAR BEGINS'… IT SHOULD BE 'TWO WEEKS BEFORE…' SRRY, MADE A LIL MISTAKE!
And now… Chapter 5!
Michael had slept for at least 6 hours into the day and Harry was still sitting in the room, on the sofa, currently reading a book. Somehow, he felt it was his responsibility to watch over the unconscious boy. Remus had come in and out a couple of times to see how they were doing and to bring Harry food.
…
Harry slammed the book shut. Boring, boring, boring. He stood up, stretching a bit and walked over to Michael's bed. Michael had kicked the sheets off and was snoring slightly. Harry chuckled. But then Michael gave out an uncomfortable moan and started turning in his sleep. Harry's eyes widened.
On the sheets, there was… blood. Harry gasped as he noticed that the blood seemed to come from between Michael's legs. He slowly backed away. Michael had gone back to his comfortable sleep and didn't seem to be in pain. Harry slid down against the wall.
Only once, had he heard of a boy bleeding from… there. And that boy was Draco Malfoy. But wasn't Draco Malfoy in Malfoy Manor? He lay down on the floor but heard something crunch under him and sat up again. A newspaper. He looked at the date and saw it was from yesterday. The newspaper that had been missing. They hadn't gotten that one that day… Had it been Michael who took it? Why would he do such a thing?
Now curious, Harry picked up the newspaper and looked at the front page. In big flashing letters, it stood: 'Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, is missing.
Draco Malfoy, 17 years old, has been currently found missing. His father, Lucius Malfoy, hasn't been willing to give the Daily Prophet any details, obviously too upset to talk about it. Young Draco has been missing since one week ago and the ministry hasn't heard a thing about the missing Malfoy…'
The article went on, about how tragic everything was, but Harry didn't read it. He dropped the newspaper and looked up at the sleeping boy on the bed. Everything seemed to fall in place.
One week ago Draco Malfoy had disappeared. A couple of days later Mrs. Weasley had found a poor, blond, seventeen years old boy and had helped him. The father who had made him blind was Lucius. The father who hadn't believed in Dumbledore.
He had known that there was something familiar with this boy, but he hadn't thought about it that much. What a mistake.
Harry heaved himself from the floor and softly padded over to the sleeping boy. Standing over him, Harry didn't know what to do. Should he contact the ministry? Curse Malfoy? Let him sleep? Should he tell someone? Remus? Or Hermione or Ron?
Sinking down into the chair next to the bed, Harry just decided to wait before he did anything.
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Draco groaned softly as he woke up. He felt much more refreshed, now that he had slept properly. Usually he could only sleep a couple of hours, because of his nightmares, but this sleep had been dreamless.
He opened his eyes, panicking a little before he remembered his current state. He still did it. He just couldn't get used to being blind. Though his hearing and smelling had become noticeably better over the past days. But he supposed that had a little to do with his veela-side too…
"Good morning Michael."
Draco's head snapped at the direction of the voice. He knew that voice, he thought happily. It was Harry.
"Or should I say, Draco?"
Draco froze.
"What the hell are you playing at, Malfoy? Is this some new plan for getting me captured by Voldemort? Or are you just being the normal insufferable prat you always have been?"
Draco gulped and tried to say something.
"Harry… don't… I didn't mean to…"
"Don't call me Harry! Were not on first-name basis. Never have been."
Draco lowered his head. Why wouldn't the words come?
"Just… why? Why did you lie to us and change your appearance? Was everything you said just a lie?"
Harry looked at Draco with eyes (devoid?) of any emotion. Draco leaned back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He had to get used to being blind soon anyway.
"No. Not everything was a lie. Please listen to me. I'm going to tell you the truth."
And for once Harry didn't say anything, just shut up as he listened to the other boy's story.
"Though my father didn't really quite blind me himself, he knew it was going to happen. He and I had a… disagreement. He kicked me out of the house and disowned me. So I spent a couple of days in an alley somewhere and soon I was blind."
Harry was silent and thought for a while.
"What did you argue over?"
Draco tensed noticeably, but continued.
"It was regarding my mate. You know I am part-veela, right? Well, they have life-mates, and my mate… wasn't someone I was expecting. My father wanted to hurt my mate, when I told father about… him. Yes, he's male, now stop looking at me like that."
Harry's jaw snapped back in place and he looked bewildered for a moment.
"What? How…? How did you..?"
"Become gay, or know your reaction?" Draco's trademark smirk was back in place. Harry stuttered some more before blushing and answering.
"Well… both…"
"I've known it for quite a while, but that isn't really any of your business anyway." 'Liar', Draco's inner voice told him. "And for the other question, it's quite easy to figure people's reactions out. I knew you would be shocked." Draco smirked again.
"Anyway, Father was planning to hurt my mate and I said no. Then he kicked me out. I had ten seconds to leave before he would call more Death Eaters to deal with me. I couldn't get any money, just Knives. So when I was outside, I couldn't go anywhere, because I didn't have my wand nor my money. I know a bit of wandless magic, but nothing strong, really."
Draco paused and took a few deep breaths.
"So I somehow managed to stumble to Diagon Alley before my vision turned completely black." (can't you put this all behind each other? It now seems that harry is the one talking since the part that says what Draco does stands alone.)
"Why did you go blind?"
"For not being with my mate. Veela's have this thing that when they have recognised their mate and don't go to them or are forced away from them they go blind. And their sight doesn't return before their mate really loves them. I said my father blinded me because he took away any chance for me to get to my mate, by disowning me and I assume, breaking my wand. Now, I don't have any money, no wand and I cannot return to Hogwarts. You should be happy." The last line was slightly sarcastic. Well, he didn't take away all the chances of me being with my mate. I'm here now, am I not?
But my mate does not love me and never will.
That thought almost brought tears to Draco's eyes. What was he going to do? He couldn't very well stay with the Weasleys for all eternity, now could he?
Harry didn't say anything. He just stared at the sad boy in front of him.
"Why should I be happy?"
Draco's head snapped up at the question.
"What do you mean? You hate me! You have every reason to be happy for not having to see me again!"
"Well, you haven't really been a nuisance these past days and well, if what you're saying is true, then well, then I have no reason to exactly hate you, if you're not intending to be a Death Eater. If you're going to continue being a bastard, then that's another thing…"
Draco nodded. A soft smile graced his lips, though he lowered his head so Harry wouldn't see it. Maybe there was hope, after all…
The two boys sat in silence for a while, the words of each other sinking in.
"May I ask you a question?" Draco nodded.
"Who is your mate?"
Draco froze.
"I'm sorry… but I'm not ready to tell you yet. You'll know eventually though." Draco gulped. He couldn't tell Harry yet. Harry replied with an 'ok' and the two boys were lapsed in silence once again. After a while Harry was the one to break it, again.
"Could you take off your concealment charm?"
"Why?"
"I just… uh, it's really weird talking to you now that I know who you are. And I guess I just want to see it myself."
Draco nodded and took off the charm.
Harry gasped. Platinum blonde hair grew a little and spilled out on the boys shoulders. It had seemed to them when 'Michael' had come out with a little shorter hair, that he had cut it. Now Harry saw, he had just made it shorter. The eyes were still the same, but his face-features turned slightly sharper and his posture became slightly leaner. In other words, Harry found the new Draco simply beautiful.
Draco, hearing Harry gasp had to refrain himself from smiling like an idiot. 'My mate thinks I'm beautiful!'
"So, how do I look?" He settled by teasing the other boy a little. Harry gulped and tried to steady his voice.
"You look… ah, quite nice, actually." Draco bit his lip, trying not to laugh out loud at the embarrassed boy.
By now, Knives had woken up and was staring at the two boys. One was blushing madly and spluttering some nonsense to his 'master'. He saw that his master had taken away the concealment charm and he was quite happy about it. He let out a small yawn, exposing all his poisonous teeth and flew up to sit on Draco's shoulder, nuzzling his neck.
Draco noticed his dragon sit down on his shoulders and stroked the creature slightly on the back.
"How long did you plan on deceiving us?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. I don't have anywhere to go, as I already told you."
"I could help you get to Hogwarts. Dumbledore would take care of you."
Draco lowered his head. "I don't know about that."
"Yes he would. I know it. You want me to send him a letter?"
Draco thought about it and couldn't really see anything wrong. "Yeah, okay."
Harry smiled and jumped up from the bed. "I'll go do it now. See you in a few." And went out the door. When Draco heard the door click, he broke into a big grin. He whispered his thoughts out loud. "My mate is going to help me. Harry is going to help me." The thought made him warm and tingly all over, though he suspected it was a veela-thing. Still, he had never really felt this happy.
That did it.
'Harry is going to be mine. Whatever it takes, I'm making him mine.'
And if someone would've walked through that door at that moment, they would have ran out the moment they saw Draco's face, with a sadistic, plotting smile on his lips.
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A/N: srry, if it took long to get this chap out! I'm going to send it to me beta now, then I'm going to a party, so, ciao! Hope u all liked the chap!