Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling!! Sadly.

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: This chapter has been HARD, hard to write. Very hard. I'm quite satisfied, and I hope that you'll be satisfied also. I've even had a bad dream about this. I dreamed that someone put on a really mean review, it spoke about food and a lot of nonsense, and then… My fic was eliminated from the site! And wouldn't let me put any other fic EVER! And I was all like "LKMNJHGTFTVGSBNDMÑL,FKMDBHGL!". There were also strange people from my class… S But it's only a bad dream. Well, returning to this chapter. It has been hard indeed. I can't recall the number of times that I've erased and rewritten entire pages. "Yes, No, Yes, No." I had an idea in mind but I didn't know how to put it. I wanted to explain somehow what were Harry and his friends doing to arrange the situation. Poor Harry, he's seriously psychologically harmed by all this. I wanted to explain that somehow. I don't think it's very clear in the story S I wrote this over and over again. Terrible. But I've done something in the end xD!! At the start I was going to end it with something totally different, but I preferred this. The other thing I want to save it for two or three chapters after this one. I love how I finished this chapter, I'm very satisfied. Well, better stop writing, this is far too long now xDD Thank you all for your support, please continue reading my fic! I hope you'll like this chapter ;)

Pretty eyes

Draco furiously descended towards the dungeons after dinner. He entered the Common Room, and strolled into his room. Fuming, he recalled the happenings from the morning, and kept cursing Blaise under his breath.

"HOW DARE HE!" He screamed, throwing the glass he was drinking water from into the wall. "'What friendship?' Who does he think he is!" He stood fixing the messy pieces of glass, with a dazed look in his face. Several minutes after, he cleaned up the wall with a flicker of his wand, and lied into the bed.

'He's doing whatever he wants, and doesn't think about anything else! He's betrayed me!'

"Betrayal…" He whispered.

'He's got plenty of people in his own House which he can use to 'play'! Potter is the enemy, the enemy! He's always been and will always be! Why does he want him so bad?! He's betraying the whole house and he doesn't care even a bit!'

He stood in his bed and looked into the window that was beside it. Down there he saw Hagrid heading towards his hut, weightily raising his feet. Draco snickered and made a note into his head to remember that special way of walking the giant had always had; he could make a fair amount of laughing about it. He would make fun of him and of those Gryffindors that always seemed to put themselves into the way…!

'…Even after I fought with him… That idiot still wants to do him! What's so special about that potty? Oooh he looks like a girl!! Come on everybody, let's fuck him! Wohooo! …And this should be used as a weapon against him! Not as an opportunity to come out of the closet! …Well Blaise did that a long time ago, but still… And giving those stupid excuses; 'A direct attack to the enemy's House'! What's so good about that Gryffindork?'

Suddenly, an image appeared in his head: lusty wet pink lips, flushed cheeks and neck, green eyes full of tiny tears, hard breathing and submissive position on the ground… The only thing that lacked was the absence of clothing.

Draco gulped, while thinking back about the fight. He had never before been stopped in the middle of a fight in such a manner. But seeing Potter like that, erotically displaying his new looks, had shocked him to the point he couldn't move.

'Shocked in a bad way, of course. It was disgusting altogether, disgusting. Potter is a disgusting Gryffindor, I don't even want to imagine him trying to seduce someone, he's got to be so pathetic at it!'

Another image popped into his head: a beautiful pale body encircling his, pulling hands up and down, seductively moving their hips over him.

'Voilà, this is better. THIS is seduction, not whatever that stupid Potter would do.'

Suddenly, two green ayes appeared and long black hair tickled his neck, the body continuously moving on top of him.

"…Shit." He muttered. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!" He cried, running towards the bathroom.

Several days after, Harry had managed to successfully escape from Zabini's advances, and was so stressed that he always wanted to be in someone's company while he was out of his House. He felt very self-conscious when people watched him, and began to feel ashamed of himself and his behaviour. When someone teased him about his looks, Harry normally didn't find anything to say back. He just stood, blushing and cursing under his breath. Hermione said it was some strange psychological reaction, but Harry just thought he was being stupid.

"Harry," She began, one month after the beginning of the classes, walking through a corridor. "I've told you this three million times. Why don't you cut your hair? It's true that it won't change anything, but it's what boys do, you know? Wearing short hair."

"Yes, I KNOW, but it's just that it bothers me! I don't know why, it's just… I like this hair!"

"Oh, Harry, you're really impossible. Impossible!"

"Thanks."

"Then, don't complain anymore about what people says to you."

"I'll try."

"You won't! You're so stubborn, Harry. One day, I'll go cut your hair while you sleep."

"Don't."

Hermione looked apprehensively at him, fuming. She sighed and seemed to try to calm herself down, whispering to herself.

"Well, do what you want. I'm trying to help here. Seems like you don't need me. Always refusing whatever I propose. Well, okay, let's do it your way. You'll continue to be harassed by everyone. It's not my problem, really."

"…You're mad?"

"No! Why would I? Please, Harry, think a bit! It won't do bad to you!" She said, adopting an ironical air that didn't suit her at all.

"…Will not cut my hair." He whispered. He didn't really know why, but he liked it that way. It was fairly comfortable and particular. It was his hair; it made him different from what he had always thought of himself – A freaky, useless boy. No… This hair gave him some confidence in himself, even if it was one of the causes of his daily public embarrassment. He looked at himself in the mirror and he saw the same person he had always been, but with a different 'touch'. This touch was his hair, he knew it. He just felt that his hair had to be that way, nothing else. And, at any rate, nothing would change if he cut it.

"Okay." She snapped, leaving the castle and heading towards their class of Care of Magical Creatures.

Hagrid, as always, had delightfully presented to them some horrid beasts that lingered on the muddy ground. They weren't legged, and their body was an enormous amount of a semi-transparent brown flesh. Their breathing was harsh and loud, and they just laid on the ground, doing nothing but to wriggle slowly.

"Heh! Ye like 'em, huh?" Exclaimed Hagrid. "Ye can approach 'em, students, they won't do any bad to ya!"

Hagrid stepped further to them, speaking about their precarious way of living.

"But don't touch 'em with yer bare hands! Ya see da fluid that covers 'em? It's kind of poisonous, so be careful!"

"Eeeewww…" Was the only thing heard from the crowd of students.

"They're commonly known as Giant Earthworms."

"How imaginative." Murmured Ron, making Harry snicker.

"Come on, approach 'em!" Said Hagrid, eagerly looking at the students, barely at two meters from the worms.

"But you said they were poisonous." Recalled a blond girl.

"Yes, well, only if you touch 'em. And the poison isn't lethal. They won't move, so ye can come to see better. But no touching."

"What does the poison do, then?" Asked Hermione.

"Well, it's effects change from one person to another. It's mutant. It can be really grave, as well as it can do nothing to the affected."

Slowly, people began to approach them, cautiously making attention to be at least four meters away from them.

"Kind of scary, huh, Harry?" Laughed Seamus.

"Kind of."

"Hagrid, what are those two doing?" Said Ron, pointing to two worms that were struggling together.

"Oh my. But it isn't da pairing season. Strange."

"EEEEEWWWWW!" Was the collective reaction. Some students ran away, clutching their stomachs and covering their mouths.

"Heeey little ones! It's a bit too soon for that!" Said Hagrid, looking towards the two jiggling worms. Affection was clearly shown in his face, and he smiled brightly while explaining to the students the pairing cycles of the Giant Earthworms.

Suddenly, one of the two worms seemed to receive a shock and it stood straight on the ground.

"Oops! Ye students better move further away! It's going to skip!"

"Skip?"

"It's kind of what the male does once the act is finished, Hermione. It's quite nice to see. Ye'r lucky. But now MOVE!" Screamed Hagrid, shoving the students far from the worms.

They heard a little explosion and saw the worm skipping in the air.

"Run!" Cried Hagrid, making big movements with his huge arms.

Students began to run, and little by little the worm approached the ground. It landed with a 'splash'.

"Someone hurt? It's landed awfully close to us!" Inquired Hagrid.

"Oh my God!" Screamed a girl, pointing at the worm. "There's a hand under the thing!"

"Shit." Hagrid hurried towards the worm, and saw an unmoving hand that surpassed from under it. "Ye alright? Ye can hear me?"

The hand moved a little, positively responding to Hagrid.

"Okay. Okay. Erm, can someone help?"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Said Hermione, moving her wand. The enormous worm levitated in the air, revealing the body it had under. Hermione made it land softly on the grass of the ground, and hurried with everyone to see who had been trapped by the beast.

"Why these things always happen to meee!?" Said a rather squashed Harry, covered in poison.

"Okay, dun touch him anyone!" Said Hagrid. "Harry, ye can stand?"

"Yeah, I think I can."

"Ye feeling strange?"

"No, only a bit dirty."

"Pay attention not to touch anyone."

"Don't worry." Said Harry, huffing as he tried to stand still.

"Ye can walk?"

"Yeah."

All the students left him place to walk, staying at a cautious distance from him.

"Ye can make it to da Hospital Wing?"

"Yes, don't worry."

"Neville, Hermione, accompany him there. Herm, make sure to clean the floor as he passes. "

"A – Alright." Stammered Neville; while Hermione acquiesced.

They slowly made their way towards the Hospital Wing, where Harry was quickly cleaned and put into a bed by Madam Pomphrey.

"I thought they would weight a little more." Said Neville.

"Yeah, I thought so also. But it's not that heavy, thought I had my respiration cut for a moment. It was more disgusting than anything."

"Students, you should move away from him. We never know when the poison will become apparent." Said Madam Pomphrey, hurrying Neville and Hermione out of the Hospital Wing.

"We'll come again, Harry!" Said Neville.

Harry rested for awhile, thinking about Hermione. He didn't want her to be angry towards him, but she had acted rather coldly with him, even in the state he was.

'But it's my problem after all! I can manage to find a solution alone! Why is she so mad at me?'

Harry stayed at the Hospital Wing, not feeling anything strange. Madam Pomphrey gave him all kind of potions, fearing always the effects of the poison.

"I'm afraid, young boy, that you're going to have to stay here a few days."

"But I'm feeling very well!"

"It's only what you think, Potter." She said, looking sternly at him. Harry didn't have the courage to protest anymore, and stayed silent, drinking any beverage she gave him afterwards.

'Whyyy do I always end up here! Only a month has passed since the start of the classes! WHY?" He kept thinking.

Night arrived, and Harry tried to fall asleep, but didn't manage to. He struggled in his bed continuously, whispering angry words to himself. Suddenly, he heard a strong noise at the other side of the room, and he turned his head to see what it was. The stance was dark, and he couldn't see anything.

"Who's there?" He asked.

"No one." Said a deep voice.

"…There IS someone."

"No, I've just told you that there is no one. Should I repeat myself?"

"Uh… Is that you, Rudolph?"

"Who is Rudolph?"

"…WHO are you?"

Nothing answered him, and Harry felt fear fill his body. He kept looking at the spot where the voice was, but he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, he felt a fresh breath in his neck.

"It's me, Harry." Whispered the voice in his ear.

Harry turned his head, trapped by two strong hands and a resistant body. The person's face was very close to his, but he still couldn't see who it was.

"I – I don't see you." He muttered.

He felt a beard of several days tickle his face, and a soft, thick hair caress his neck. The hands continued to seize him against the bed, and the breathing, so close to him, kept going faster and faster. Harry tried to free himself, shifting under the man. He felt tears in the corner of his eyes, and he still couldn't see who was grasping him.

"Please… Let me go! Please! Who – who are you?"

"You want to know who I am? I think that once you see me you'll regret it, Harry."

The brunette sniffed and whimpered, already terribly afraid of the man that wouldn't let him go.

"Lumos." Said the voice, and a light appeared in his wand. He put it closer to his face, and Harry could see, finally, who it was. His breathing stopped as his heart skipped a beat, and he began to feel cold sweat descending the long of his back.

The person had a maniac look in his face. His eyes were encircled by a black shade, and looked haggard. Their pupil was terrifically little, and the blue iris looked now almost white. He was very skinny; Harry could see his bones trough his skin. The man had a madman-like smile, and his respiration was now so agitated that his torso went up and down in a fast cadence.

Harry recognized him the moment he saw him. He knew that pitch black hair; he knew those hazel blue eyes. He now remembered that deep voice that used to bark at him under the bright sun, playing with him and gently scolding him.

But Harry didn't know that horrid look, that killer gaze. He didn't know that cracked smile, nor those nasty words whispered into his ear. He didn't know those hands that gripped him and began moving up and down his body.

"Sirius –" Whispered Harry.

"Yeah?" Answered the man.

Harry cried uncontrollably now. He didn't know why, but he was afraid. He had always dreamed of this moment as the happier he could ever have: seeing his deceased godfather again, embracing him, speaking with him… But now he wished that he had never returned again. He was so afraid that his muscles were paralyzed; his breathing was fast and rampant. He felt Sirius's pressure on him; he felt his callous hands on every part of him. Harry even felt his laughter on his skin, his hysterical, killer laughter.

His godfather scratched his skin with his long, uncut nails.

"Let me – Let me GO!"

"Never, Harry."

He kissed his neck.

"I'm NEVER going to let you free."

The brunette, then, screamed deeply into the night.