Chapter Twelve: Fights and Tender Nips

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!

Authors Note:

Twelfth chapter is here every one! For all those worrying about Harry loosing his fire here is the chapter you've needed to read. This particular chapter is dedicated to SensiblyTainted my 100th reviewer! YEAH! Things are heating up and I want to warn you the next few chapters my now be very pretty… Ah well I've always been one for Drama! Stay Tuned! The next chapter is already in progress. This one is on it's way to my new beta!

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Draco dragged Harry out of the Great Hall and into the corridors heading toward the dungeons. "Draco… Draco? Malfoy let go!" Harry wrenched his arm out of the other Nyalger's grip. "What's wrong with you? I wasn't even done eating!"

"If eating up the Weasel and Granger are your ideas of nourishment I'll starve you myself." Draco snarled.

"What do you mean? I wasn't… They're my friends, Malfoy, or have you forgotten?" Harry yelled back; his green eyes narrowing.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me Potter…"

"What are you now my mother? I don't need anyone to hold my hand Malfoy!

Draco growled low in his throat doing his best to keep his temper from setting off his instincts, but gods was this arrogant little sub trying his patience… He jerked them both into an unused classroom as the sound of students leaving the Great Hall bounced off the walls." Your yearly performances state otherwise… how about that issue with your Godfather? ...Yes, that was the most recent one. Am I right?" Harry stood with tense shoulders, hunched up with his teeth bared; just a slight bit of fang peeking from under his lip.

"Fuck you Malfoy?" Harry's posture was tense and Draco knew he had hit a nasty nerve. "What the hell do you know about anything like that!" It was a rhetorical question; one which Draco ignored.

"You can't deny it Potter. You know that it was all you faul…"

"Shut up Malfoy! It was all you fucking father's fault; his and Voldemort's!" Draco flinched at the Dark Lord's name and glared at the Gryffindor for cursing his father in such a way.

"Don't you dare talk about me or my family like that Potter… They are worth ten times as much as you or you filthy muggle-loving godfather will ever be. You should be happy he's dea…" Draco hit the ground with Harry on top of him. Furious little claws slashed at whatever they came in contact with. Draco suck in a breath s those little daggers met flesh, and he felt more that saw the blood flowing down his stomach; soaking into his robes.

Arching off the ground, the dominant managed to buck off the other sixth year off and role up into a hunched position – eyes alight with anger. His claws were bared and he dug them into the wrist of the submissive, catching the Gryffindor before he could land anymore blows. Harry kicked and roared at the unfairness of the fight and soon found himself draped over a shoulder of the dominant.

He beat at the dominant's back, but received only a grunt in acknowledgment.
Draco in the meantime had made his way to the door; listening for any stragglers late to class. Hearing nothing he opened the door and walked out into the corridor; determined to take care of this little spat before dinner. He wasn't expecting, however for a mouth on his sensitive neck. Little nips and licks making him stop and moan in the middle of the corridor.

His Libido was skyrocketing and just as it started—it stopped; to be replaced by two long fangs that bit… hard! Draco yelled, throwing the submissive to the floor and clutching his neck where the brat had bitten him. He brought his hand back down and saw it streaked with red from the two little holes that decorated his neck. Looking back up, he saw the submissive running up back toward the main part of the castle; just as he was about to make chase, a voice called him down from his blood rage.

"Mister Malfoy… if you would like to calm yourself down perhaps, you would like join your fellows in class, unless you are to ill..."Draco looked over to see his head of house standing with in a door way blocking the view of the Slytherin/ Ravenclaw advanced potions class.

"Sir, I need…"

"What you need Draco is to forget about your petty arguments and either come into the classroom or go to the nurse. Now…" Draco looked at himself and saw his features had shifted to that of a Nyalger. His claws clicked at his side, he could feel his fangs poking into his lower lip and he was pretty sure that the scales had made themselves apparent. This didn't even account for the warm liquid he coud feel running down in to his shirt collar and flowing from various cuts the Sub hadhithim with.Nodding at the Professor, Draco left down the corridor using his 'illness' as an excuse to revert his features back to that of a humans. He could only hope that once he was in the clear that Potter likewise would remain safe… if only just until he got a hold of the little submissive. Walking into the shadowy depths of the Slytherin Dungeons Draco went to clean his cuts... Harry could deal with whatever came at him. He would--after all-- deserve it.