Chapter four: Bathroom Conversations and Fights for Control

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or anything in relation to the books. Hell I'm not even going to say the plot is mine! Just remember I'm a poor college student who lives of her parents and makes minimum wage at a low class job. I've got nothing you would want so don't sue!

Author's Note:

Another chapter for my lovely reviewers! So far this is probably been my favorite as it includes my version of Blaise Zabini! Hurrah! Oh yeah, just to let you know… I've been slacking in my search for a beta. CoughHaven'tdoneityetcoughcough… Hopefully I'll do it this weekend after I turn in and finish all my school papers that I've been procrastinating on. The story is kicking up a notch now and in the next chapter look forward to seeing a coherent Harry and more information on the Nyalger species; if I can stick to my plan lol. R&R

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Blaise Zabini walked passed the train compartments peeking into each one with or without permission searching for a Mister Draco Malfoy, who had seemed to forgotten that the prefects had a meeting earlier. He was a boy of average height, broad shoulders and short cropped brown hair. He was getting frustrated with Draco's disappearing act; having already searched three quarters of the train he was about to head back to the prefect's compartment. That was of course until he heard a familiar cursing coming from the bathroom.

He opened the door, "Draco… You in here?"

"Fuck off, Blaise! I'm a little busy at the moment!" A snarled reply from behind one of the working stalls. Blaise smirked and instead of leaving walked he in to the men's restroom. The walls were a dirty yellow with dark hard wood floors. On most occurrences no Slytherin would be caught dead in there unless there was an emergency, since such décor could harm their precious eyes. So it was no wonder as to why Blaise was curious to Draco's current hiding spot.

There were four stalls but only two of them could actually be used. One had been permanently locked since Blaise could remember, and the one farthest from the door had a nasty little, privates eating turtle who loved biting the unaware. Blaise being the ever curious locked the main door and then leaned on it. He so wanted to know the reason for Draco's lack of attendance and choice of hiding spots.

"Now what did you get yourself into that has you hiding in the bathroom like a heart-broken second year?"

"I'm not doing anything Zabini and didn't I just tell you to fuck off?"

Blaise ignored him. "You must obviously being doing something important after all the Draco Malfoy I know wouldn't be caught dead in here otherwise."

"Zabini… I'm warning you."

"I know! You're wanking!" Blaise ran over and began peeking through the crack between the stall.

"Blaise!"

"Come on Draco let's get a picture! You haven't gotten it up in over six months! This is a monumental occasion!" Having no success at peeping through the cracks, Blaise went for the more direct approach of standing on the toilet seat in the next stall.

"Whew, that's a relief mate! I thought you'd gone celibate on me," Blaise gave him a cheeky grin and leaned more heavily on the stall. "I was afraid I'd have to deal with a little mini Snape on my hands. You know the whole 'can't get shagged' grouchiness."

Draco just glared up at him while buttoning himself back in, "I want to see how you libido reacts to pug-faced Parkinson draping herself all over you." He walked out of the stall and washed his hands.

Blaise's smirk widened into a grin at Draco's discomfort," So mate… Where were you earlier? Forget about the prefects meeting?"

"What? Damn it, I guess I forgot while I wa…" Draco stopped his train of thought but Blaise whom had known him for far to long picked up on it instantly.

"While you were… what?"

"Nothing, I just had something to do 's all, nothing to concern yourself with. Look I got to go save me a seat at the feast." Draco tried to step around Blaise but was blocked by a resolute Zabini. "Move Blaise," Draco glared at his best mate.

"Not 'til you explain to me what is so bloody important and obviously exciting. I mean if it's got you in such a state of arousal I defiantly want a piece." Blaise smacked Draco against his shoulder good naturally and was about to speak again when his esophagus was effectively crushed.

Draco was in full combat mode having changed so fast Blaise had never saw it. He had Blaise firmly pressed against the door with his toes barely supporting himself. Blaise clawed at Draco's hand trying to free himself, but the scales prevented any damage he could have done, and Draco just lifted him higher. The talons were digging into his skin and the lack of oxygen was making him light-headed. After a minute or so his gripe began to slacken and he garbled inaudible words. Through his animalistic rage Draco began to come back to his senses and saw not a threat but a friend, misinformed though he may be. Dropping Blaise to the floor Draco backed up wrapping his arms around himself and breathing deeply in an effort to calm his other side.

"Blaise I….I'm…I didn't mean to snap like that. It's just…" Draco closed his eyes not willing to see his long time friend wheezing by the door. He was so absorbed in his inner grief he didn't notice that Blaise had come over to him until a hand landed on his shoulder. It was an unspoken acceptance of an apology that would never be spoken. A Malfoy never apologized.

"It was a sub, a submissive right here on the train. I could smell him, Blaise and despite who he actually is I couldn't… this thing inside just wouldn't let me leave him. I…"

Blaise unused to seeing his friend in such a state cuffed him on the side of the head. "Draco relax; so he's a sub. It doesn't mean that you have to bond with him. After all," Blaise stopped to take in a large gulp of air, "There're plenty of other Nyalder subs out there. You could use this one as a consort until you've found one who suits your mental needs."

"Blaise watch what you say, a bathroom is hardly the place to be speaking about my… me." He glared.

"Sorry mate, but what do you say? Even if you don't want the sub as a mate he could definitely be of use to you. That would help keep your self under control and him out of the ministry's watch. There is a gain there if I ever saw one."

Draco smirked at him, "Blaise what would I ever do with out your infinite wisdom?"

"Why that's simple my good friend you'd be lost and most definitely not have your Malfoy reputation." Blaise smirked back at him. "Now what's say you take me to this sub of yours and we try to cover our tracks before they are laid down."

The boys content in their soon to be plans, unlocked the door and made their merry way to Draco's compartment. Unaware that their conversation had just been over-heard by someone just ducking into a compartment two doors down from the men's restroom. If only boys would remember silencing charms.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised. I mean isn't this the kind of thing that would happen to 'The-Boy-Who-Always-Has-To-Be-Better- Than-Everyone-Else'." Blaise said as he sat on the floor rumbling though Draco's trunk looking for a potion to heal his crushed throat.

Draco made an indistinct noise while absent-mindedly stoking the unruly mane that had appropriated his lap since he sat down. "You realize that if you were to go get your own trunk, you wouldn't have to destroy mine in order to find your blasted potion. Or even better why don't you wait until we get to Hogwarts and then go see the nurse. I'm sure she'd love to patch you up…with out destroying my trunk."

"Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist, I've found it. It's your fault anyway. Blaise stuck his nose in the air looking like a child after just being told off.

"You should know better by now than to aggravate your superiors, Zabini. I know your IQ is better than the Gryffindors," Draco replied. Blaise rolled his eyes at Draco while gulping down the potion with little regard to etiquette.

"We might as well get our school robes on. The train should be stopping in just a few minutes after all." Blaise said all joking aside.

"Yeah I suppose. So you are going to get Snape for me while I take him," Draco pointed over his shoulder, "Down to the dungeons right?" Draco got up not paying attention to Harry as he was roughly disturbed into consciousness by his 'pillows' escape.

"Yeah, it will make it a bit easier to sneak wonder boy in that way; providing that you come in after everyone else has entered the Great Hall." The two Slytherins had just grabbed their robes when a small gasp made them stop and turn around. Wide eyes stared at them in unconcealed horror. The three of them stared at each other not breaking eye contact until Harry bolted for the door.

Everything seemed to happen at once. Draco dove for the sub trying to prevent his escape while Harry fought the dominate male tooth and nail. The train stopped then and Blaise watched in abject horror as Potter managed to open the door just as the other students were filing out into the hall. Talons ripped into cloth and wood, wings beat, and bodies rolled on the floor.

As the door was flung open Blaise sprung into action slamming it shut while trying to avoid the wrestling Nyalgi. He could hear murmuring out side of the compartment, people knocking on the door wondering what all he commotion was about. What seemed like eternity flew by before the noise stopped and a panting Draco sat straddling a frightened Potter.

Draco had fisted the subs unruly hair effectively shoving his face into the floor, while his other hand pressed between his wings. The subs arms were pinned to his sides by a pair of strong legs and he was thoroughly winded by the dominant's weight. They both supported cuts, carpet burns and, bruises, but the fight was over.

Draco turned to a wary Blaise, "Go get Severus and bring him here." Blaise nodded and left the compartment, locking the door upon his exit. Only a few people were left in the hall, but all of them stared at the door in obvious curiosity. A glare sent them on their way, and Blaise followed determined to get Snape as fast as possible.

"So much for being inconspicuous."