Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…Only in my dreams X3

Rating: M in following chapters.

Pairings: Draco/Harry.

Summary: After summer, Hogwarts opens it's doors again. Harry's happy to go back, but people says he looks like a girl! Also, Malfoy and Zabini begin to act strangely towards him… D/H.

A/N: Well, this is the second chapter! I've written it faster than normally, I've surprised myself xD I want to apologize for the language and typing mistakes from the previous chapter, and thank you all for your support and your advices! It's given me motivation XD I'm sorry as well if there are a lot of repetitions with certain words! There have been a lot of words that I haven't used because I don't know their exact meaning and I didn't want to mess everything up xD Translation dictionaries are good but they've got a limit xD Well…Enjoy!

Pretty eyes

Food was plentiful from everywhere, and Harry felt all his worries go away as he shoved it into his mouth. People around him chatted about holidays, reviving the memories of the summer they had just stepped out of. Ron ranted on and on about Quidditch with Seamus and Dean, and Harry only half-listened to the conversation. He felt anger and self-hate inside of him, seeing as he couldn't understand why he had behaved so weakly in front of a group of Slytherins. He felt his pride firmly harmed, even if his friends had told him not to think too much about it. Aside of that, he was deeply confused about what he had learned about his appearance, since it was not only his friends that had noted it…He kept receiving weird glances from the other students of the school.

'How can someone change so much over a summer?'

"Oh, well, Harry, I don't know, human body's development is like that, you know, unpredictable. We never know what new surprise it comes up with." Hermione said, turning her face to him.

"…Did I say that out loud?" Harry scolded himself.

"It's true, Harry, you know…I knew a girl that had her boobs grow REALLY big in, say, half a year? It was really impressive." Said Lavender.

"Yes, but that's half a year! We're speaking of only a summer here!"

"Well, your changes are minor themselves, but they completely change you…Grown hair, development of your body, etc…But it just makes you so beautiful (and feminine)! It doesn't take too much to go trough these changes, you know. A single summer is fine, and perhaps the process is not finished…!" Explained Hermione.

"Please, I'm starting to have headache. Let's drop the subject, okay? Can you pass me the potatoes?"

Everyone laughed at Harry's despair, making Harry tag along with the happiness that reigned there. He forced optimism upon himself, thinking that it couldn't be so much of a matter; after all, everyone changes…

The sky was pitch black, but Harry still couldn't sleep. He restlessly turned into his bed, never finding a position that would please him.

'Can't believe this…'

The brunette got up and put his glasses on, not making a sound so he wouldn't wake up his roommates. He took the invisibility cap from the case, and tossed it over him while coming out of the Fat Lady's portrait, who was sound asleep. He felt it's velvet touch in his skin, and he unconsciously drew his arms forward to enjoy this sensation in his fingertips.

"Why can't I sleep…?" He whispered to himself. "Not fair…I would have rather stayed as I was before than having people tell me I look like a girl…" He approached a window and let his eyes wander trough the stars. He put his hands on the window's casement, shuddering under his cap.

"Damn…This castle, always so cold…"

"Want me to make you feel warmer?" Whispered a seductive voice behind him. Harry felt even colder, and couldn't help have shivers sent down his back, noting the presence behind him. He turned around, furious, but saw nothing.

Someone snickered beside him, but again, there was nothing when he looked.

"Don't look so frustrated, little one, I'm right here…"

Crazily, Harry threw himself towards the place the voice was, seeing nothing trough the darkness. He felt his body go trough a deep cold, and fell down onto the rock floor.

'Ghost…' He thought inwardly. Harry then realized that he had dropped his cap, while frantically searching for the voice that was playing him.

"Seeing as you're a ghost, I don't think you could make me feel warmer, you know. Besides, I wouldn't want you to do anything to me."

"Brave little girl. Aren't you being a bit harsh?"

"Oh, come on! Let me see you! I don't like talking to nothing!"

"Why, you're the rude type, huh? Well, I will let you take a look at me, but don't get carried away by my handsomeness."

"As if."

The ghost appeared from a dark corner. In the moonlight, Harry could see that he wore ancient robes, that looked made from a rich tissue. He had long hair that reached the low curve of his back, and he wore a teasing smile in his face.

"You don't look particularly good, you know. How come you're so egocentric?"

"Sorry to contradict you, but I AM handsome. I'm the personification of physical perfection. Girls like you are always all over me."

"Well, I don't think it's like you say, and I'm not a girl, I'm a boy! Stop calling me 'girl'! Do you assault every person that you encounter?"

"Not a girl? Aw, I don't believe you. A boy doesn't possess this softness, you know…Don't try to fool me, beautiful."

"Stop with these nicknames! And I'm a boy! I really am!"

"You're really stubborn…" He smirked. "I like this. I normally don't go for the hard type, but really…It makes you look so cute."

"'Hard type'? Please stop saying these things! I. Am. A. Boy! Plus, you're a ghost, you can't do anything! Come to think of it…How have you known I was there? You couldn't possibly see me!"

"Your feet, little one, they could have been seen by anyone, wandering trough the halls all alone. You should be more careful when you put these things on you." He said, while pointing at the cap that was still in the floor.

Harry blushed, remembering his little entertainment with the cap, some minutes ago.

"Oooh, you're getting red! This is far more adorable than before!" The ghost stretched a hand towards him, aiming his face. It passed trough Harry, cold as sharp ice.

"Tsk…I always forget about this little…Handicap…" He said, looking displeased at his hand.

"You forget you're a ghost? That's so slow!" Said Harry laughing.

"Hey, pretty girl! Don't mock me!"

"Stop calling me 'girl'!"

"…What's your name, beauty?" Asked the ghost.

"Tell me your name first."

"Trying to be cautious, huh? Well, I'll play along…My name's Marvel Rudolph Charles Joan Lemacks."

"Ah…Rudolph?" Harry snickered under his breath.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"I see…And may I know what is your name, beautiful girl?"

"Harry! I'm not a girl!"

"Yes, yes, of course…" Said the ghost, smiling playfully. "Harry what?"

"Potter."

"You really could have found another name, you know. Harry Potter is a boy."

'So dense…' Harry sighed, looking to the side. He lifted his fringe, and put his face into the moonlight.

"See? Scar. Harry Potter – boy.

Rudolph looked stunned for a few seconds, and, finding his voice again, he sighed.

"Oh…Please accept my deepest apologies…How could I make such a mistake? I beg you to pardon me." He rushed to bow in front of Harry, adopting the most humble attitude he was capable of.

"Pff, please save all this acting for yourself. Well, now you see that I'm a boy, so no more 'girl' calling."

"But…You're so cute…You look so much like a girl!"

At that moment, Harry realised that he was still seated on the floor. He got up and looked at the ghost in the eyes.

"I can't believe I look so much like a girl that you would even flirt with me…"

"You look like a beautiful girl…Very beautiful. I regret being a ghost…I've regretted it many, many times…But right now I would like so much to caress your face…Such a pale and smooth skin…"

Harry went backwards.

"Uumm…You – you realise I'm a BOY, right?"

"I do."

"…O – okay…"

"But still…You possess such beauty…The fact that you're a boy is not going to stop me."

He stepped forward, gleaming in the night, waving his long hair while walking. Anxious, Harry stepped back.

"F – From what?"

"From making you mine, of course!"

"…You're a ghost, and you've even just said that you were and that you regretted it."

Harry uncomfortably shifted his feet, sensing redness in his neck. 'Why the heck am I getting uncomfortable? I should just warn him against talking to me and that's it'.

"I don't understand how I keep forgetting about my current situation. Indeed…It's a bit difficult to flirt with you like this…"

"Yeah so get lost and leave me alone once and for all!" Said Harry, trying to sound as manly as he could. He picked up his cap from the floor and turned his back to the ghost.

"I'm leaving, bye! I don't want to see you ever again, understood?" He put on the cap, not leaving the chance to Rudolph to say anything, and set off towards the Gryffindor tower, making as little noise as he could.

'What a night…I'm lucky I didn't get caught by Filch!'

After arriving into the room, he slipped into his bed, and, strangely, fell asleep the moment his head touched the cushion.

The next day, they had Potions as first class.

"Potions – first thing in the morning!" Complained Neville.

"And with Slytherins nonetheless!" Added Dean.

"They want to make us suffer, it's a fact now!" Whined angrily Ron.

"Aren't we arriving a little too soon?" Asked Harry, as they arrived to the dungeons.

"It's true…Well, people's gonna show up anytime so…Let's wait." Said Seamus.

"Hey, did you see Millicent Bullstrode yesterday?"

"Hell yes! She's even uglier than before!"

"Yeah! Did you see that nose? So big, she looks like a dragon! So disgusting!"

As they spoke (as loud as they could so they would be heard by the Slytherins), the students began to arrive. Slytherins eyed them with anger, and began speaking badly of their named enemies. In between this verbal battle, Harry stood immersed in his thoughts.

"And here's the hero." Said a voice that Harry knew far too well. This time, strangely, he didn't feel any shame or restriction, differently from the day before in the train, so he adopted a defying attitude towards the one who had addressed him.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy. I don't feel like talking with you so early in the morning."

"Oooh, my mistake! Let's let his majesty all alone!"

"Hey, don't try to get me mad or you'll regret it, Malfoy!"

"Yeah? And what will you do to me? I'm already trembling!" Said Malfoy with malice in his eyes. He didn't put gel on his hair anymore, so his expression was a little darkened by bangs of blonde hair.

Ignoring all the fuss around the two of them, Harry lifted his arm to punch his arch-nemesis. His wrist was clutched by Malfoy, who smirked and punched him in the stomach. Harry, out of breath, bended into the ground, desperately trying to catch some air. His glasses had been kicked aside, and he looked up at Malfoy, face red and with tearing eyes, breathing hard.

"What are you doing, Draco? Kick him hard! You've got him!" He heard from Pansy.

He found his glasses and got up as he could, attacking the Slytherin again. Just before punching him, he saw a strange expression in his face, but he couldn't quite say what it meant. He seemed a little distant, as if he had forgotten about the fight going on, looking at him as he would look something new and unknown. When Harry's fist collided with his face, he seemed to wake up, and began to fight back.

People had formed a circle around them, and Snape didn't seem to be coming soon to open the classroom. Suddenly, Hermione and Ron stepped in, trying to separate the two boys.

"You!" Said Hermione to the Slytherins. "Help us! If Snape finds them like this, Malfoy will get punished also! Come on!"

Reluctantly, Blaise and Theodore Nott advanced and helped separate Malfoy from Harry. Snape still didn't arrive, and the students were getting impatient. The two boys were out of breath, and it was difficult for their mates to maintain them away from each other. As they were calming down, glaring at each other from a prudent distance, Snape arrived suddenly.

"Get out of the way, students. I have had a little impediment right now, so we will have to be very fast during the time that is left. Come on." In his rush, he failed to see Harry's and Malfoy state.

The blows had been mainly on the bodies, so their faces didn't look too swollen. Snape had his head in another place, so he didn't pay attention to the two of them. Many people were whispering to each other, wondering about what could have the usually terribly strict Snape in this unguarded state.

Harry was paired up with Millicent Bulstrode, and so the potion turned out to be terrible... The two of them lacked seriously of skill in Potions. They hadn't received much attention from Snape, so when the cauldron exploded and the professor came to their table, Harry feared that the greasy haired man would say something about his swollen face. When the man, after having ranted on and on about the stupidity of Gryffindor, took a good look at Harry, he stopped himself in the spot.

"Potter…What has happened to your face?"

"Uuhh…Well, you see, Professor, umm…It's kind of hard to explain. I was with my friends and –" Tried to explain Harry.

"Is it some kind of potion?" Asked suddenly Snape. "You're going to be punished because of this, Potter. And I will deduct points from Gryffindor."

"But Professor, he started it!"

"…What are you talking about, Potter? Fifteen points from Gryffindor for trying to confuse a professor!"

"Confuse? What do you mean, confuse? I'm only saying the truth! It was him! I swear it!"

'Damn…Points deducted in the first day already…'

"Changing one's aspect using magic is not something you can do in this school and get away so easily with it, Potter!"

'What is he…Oh.'

"Ah…Um…Well, um, this is not magic, Professor…I mean, um…I'm like that, you know? Um…My body changed a bit over the summer, that's all…I swear it's not magic! Why would I want to look like a girl in the first place? It's not my fault!"

"I don't know, Potter, people does have strange tastes…And minus fifteen points to Gryffindor for replying so violently to a professor."

'Violently? What's with him? Stupid bastard!'

"Professor," Intervened Hermione "it's true that Harry's body has changed over the summer. He didn't use any potion or spell, it's just an adolescent body that's developing itself. Furthermore, Harry couldn't have done it by himself; he hasn't got the knowledge to it. And I couldn't have helped him, seeing as we have been apart from each other for all the summer; you know about the situation."

Harry was pretty amazed by Hermione's fast reply, and inwardly thanked her. Snape seemed to be raging, as he couldn't find anything right to answer.

"Yes, well. Granger, please, stop intruding what does not concern you. Potter, you stupid. Clean up all this mess. Bulstrode, you go fetch the ingredients, so you two can make the potion again. If you do not finish it before the bell rings, you'll be penalized. Come on!"

Harry began scrubbing off the potion from the table, with a wiper he had borrowed from Snape.

'Lost points on the first day…Got hurt in a fight with Malfoy…This is gonna hurt so much tonight.' He lifted his eyes to glare at the blonde boy, only to see that this one was already looking at him, totally expressionless. When they made eye-contact, Harry couldn't take his eyes off those blue pools. Little by little, Harry felt his face heat up, and his hands trembled when he realized that he was letting himself be influenced by Malfoy's gaze. Breaking the contact, he continued scrubbing the table, blushing like crazy, and snarling under his breath.

'What's wrong with that guy…Looking at me like this…Why the hell am I blushing? What if he thinks strange things seeing me like this? Aaarg!'

They didn't finish the potion in time, and so, Snape enjoyed pretty much the scolding he gave them, especially to Harry.

As the brunette wanted to get out of the room, he got stuck in the door because of Zabini, who was leaving trough it at the same time.

"Wh – Let me pass, Zabini! What are you doing?"

"Well, sorry Potter, you shouldn't have passed trough the door at the same time!"

"But what the hell are you doing? Move, you fool! We'll never get free if you don't try to move a bit!"

Suddenly, without warning, Zabini moved forward and caressed his hip, whispering in his ear:

"Well, I wouldn't mind staying like this with you, Potter…It's really kind of nice; makes me want to lick –" He couldn't finish his sentence, as he was brutally tossed out of the door-frame by Malfoy.

"I think we should go to the next class, Blaise." Told the blond to his friend, while glaring at him furiously.

"…Yes, you're right." Blaise looked at his friend in a cold manner, looking as he wanted to say more. He turned to Harry and put on the same playful smile he wore before.

"See you next time, Potter." The two of them went away together, continuously glaring at each other.

Harry could just stay there, with a stunned look on his face.

'Lick…WHAT??'

He rubbed the place on his hip where Zabini had touched him, still shocked by what had happened.

'Ron…Hermione…Where are they…!'

He spotted them not too far from the classroom, patiently waiting for him.

"Ah! Guys!"

"Harry! Gosh, what has taken that man so long? He really likes to mistreat Gryffindors! Let's go – we're late!" Cried Hermione after hearing him.

"No, wait…Did you see that?"

"See what?" Asked Ron.

"That, THAT! Zabini! At the door!"

"…But what, Harry?" Pressed Hermione.

"He – he TOUCHED me! He touched me! He put his hand on my hip and began talking about staying like that and about licking stuff!"

"Touched…Licking? …Stuff?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried look, and asked Harry about further details.

"I'm going to slit his throat! Kill, kill, kill! How could he dare to do that? Pervert! I'm going to do that he never lays his hand on you again! I'm going to beat him so bad he will even be afraid of looking at you! Filthy Slytherin!" Screamed Ron, attracting other student's attention.

"Your looks…It's really worse than what I thought. But why would Malfoy help you? He could just have gone on with the 'joke'…" Hermione drifted away in her thoughts.

"What are you talking about, Hermione? Malfoy just wanted to go with Zabini to the next lesson…!"

'…Harry can be really dense sometimes…' Thought Hermione. 'Well, this is a problem…But, is it serious or is it some kind of sick joke? Why was Zabini so forward with Harry? And Malfoy, why would he help him? …Perhaps it's all about Harry's looks…' She glanced at the brunette, who was running beside her towards the next lesson and trying to calm Ron down, frowning. His whole body had a smooth air, completely equilibrated, as if it had been done by the master of grace. His long black hair curved beautifully on his back, and fitted perfectly to the form of his face. He had a pair of nicely drawn pink lips, which contrasted strongly with his pale and unspotted skin. His nose was nicely small, and his eyebrows were fine and followed perfectly the line of his eyes. His expression had changed also, doing whatever he was doing, Harry always looked –'Cute, adorable. He's really, really beautiful, very attractive. So much that Malfoy and Zabini are attracted to him! I can't believe this…Harry shows up looking like a girl and everyone suddenly likes him! We're gonna have to do something about this…But what?'

Meanwhile, Malfoy and Zabini were seated in the back of their classroom. They ignored completely McGonagall's lesson, and cautiously whispered to each other.

"Your fight was pretty impressive, Draco."

"Thanks."

"But it was somehow different…You looked like you had zoned off."

"Must be your imagination, Blaise. I'm far more concerned about your attitude towards Potter."

"It's got nothing bad. I was only joking with him."

"Look, Blaise. We've got nothing to do with Gryffindors, understood? I can't believe you tried to seduce him even after the fight."

"If I see something I like, I take it. I'll play with him for a while and then I'll throw him away. He was pretty fidgety, but didn't seem to dislike me too much." Said Blaise, recalling his encounter with the brunette. Seeing the angered look that Malfoy was throwing him, he added: "What? It's not your problem, Draco. It's my private life. If I wanna play with him, I play with him. I know that Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix, but it's got nothing to do with emotions; I only want to see that pretty little body shifting under me; a direct attack to the enemy's House. …Or is it that you want him as well?" He finished, smirking.

"Potter turns into a girl, and you suddenly want him? I see how loyal you are to our House."

Blaise stared at him, offended by his words.

"My loyalty has nothing to do here, Draco."

Suddenly, loosing control of himself, Draco got up and screamed at him:

"YOU WILL OBEY ME!"

The entire class focused on them, and the professor advanced angrily towards their table. Blaise rose as well and looked at Malfoy in the eyes.

"I don't see why I have to obey you, Draco. I don't recall being some kind of slave to you."

"Stop with this, you two. This attitude in class is completely revolting!"

"You always do what you want, but you never think about the consequences of your acts! This will turn really bad if you continue!"

"Today you're really eager to fight, I see."

"Boys! Stop this, right now! Don't make me repeat myself!"

Draco adopted a serious attitude, and sat down with a final sentence:

"Do what you want, Blaise, but from now on you can consider that our friendship has been harmed."

"What friendship?" Said Blaise, sitting down beside him, ignoring the professor that angrily began describing their punishment.

"You better be careful with me, starting today." Whispered finally Draco, closing the argument.