MOONLIGHT SONATA
Disclaimer: Disclaimed! I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, boy boy romance - whatever you want to call it
OH AND BLAISE/DRACO FEELS! I heart the fuck out of these two.
"Are you alright, Draco? Anything you want to talk to me about?"
"If I needed someone to talk to I have friends and a Head of House." Draco snapped, "I don't know what you're on about, Lupin, but I'm not afraid of you."
"I really don't believe you are." Remus replied, amused, "And I don't want you to be afraid of me at all. I would do everything in my power never to attack a student. We really can smell fear, you know. I know you're not afraid of me. I only mean to ask because you seem terribly distracted."
"My life is none of your business, Professor." Draco snarled, "are we quite done? I would like to enjoy the rest of my day."
"We're done." Remus nodded and as Draco left, "if you change your mind you know where to find me. I am always willing to help a student." Draco ignored him and shut the door a little harder than he intended to.
Draco snarled, slamming his bag against the wall as he entered his room. He couldn't explain his rage but he was terribly tired of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor meddling in his life. It was like every day there was a challenge from the man. Furious, Draco slammed the sole of his dragonhide boot into his side table and then cleared his desk with a single swipe of his arm. The mantle of his fireplace was cleared with a similar swipe and Draco snarled, kicking a few of the items. On top of his friends incessant questioning, disgusting wet dreams, a failed dreamless sleep because he'd slept through an alarm, and not being with his housemates now the werewolf was causing him more undue stress. He stood amidst the chaos of his room, panting, staring into the silenced mirror on the wall.
Suddenly, everything made sense. The soothing aroma of the figgleberry in the werewolf calming potion in Snape's class, the wet dreams, the sudden surplus of ignored and unread letters from his father, and the blasted meddling werewolf. Draco realized at that moment that he was, in fact, a pureblooded werewolf as he stared back into his own reflection. He looked furious, the room a mess and lip curled up in one corner with disgust to show a canine but the most startling thing was- without a doubt- his now slitted and nearly glowing eyes. Draco Malfoy looked into his reflection and a werewolf stared back. Suddenly, everything went black.
Draco sat amidst the chaos of his room, shivering from a bout of tears. His eyes still weren't normal, slitted and unusually bright but he'd stopped crying. He was a Malfoy, damnit. He held a letter in his hand, one from his father. It had to be one of the later ones because now the elder Malfoy was furious for his lack of response. He explained that Draco was a werewolf bluntly here where he hadn't anywhere else. He also expressly demanded that Draco learn to control it like he had. He then suggested in a manner only crystal clear to Draco that he was expected to be Marked now and serve the Dark Lord.
"Like a pet." Draco sneered, throwing that one into the fireplace as well. There was a banging on his portrait,
"Amico! Open up!" Draco paled, scrambling for his cloak and pulling the hood up to cover his eyes. Blaise shouted again. Blaise was going to kill him if he knew. He hurried to the door and opened it, letting Blaise in. "Have a temper tantrum?" Blaise teased, looking around.
"I suppose. Father, you understand." Draco replied. Blaise arched an eyebrow, examining the room in a slow turn,
"Your father, indeed. So, you know now then, don't you?"
"N-no," Draco paled, "kno-know what?"
"That you're a werewolf." Blaise replied slowly as though Draco were stupid, "did you really think that I, Blaise Zabini, wouldn't figure it out?" Defeated, Draco pulled back his hood. Blaise took a wary step back. "Amico, you must calm down."
"I'm trying!" Draco snapped, "this isn't exactly easily handled Blaise!"
"I will go get dinner and we will eat here tonight." Blaise replied, "attempt to reason with your rage until I return, amico."
By the time Blaise returned, Draco's eyes had lost their brightness but were still slitted. Blaise, however, had brought dinner in the form of rare lambchops and had had the sense of mind to also stop by the Potions Lab and grab some figgleberry. They took their dinner to Draco's bed to sit and eat.
"Have you morphed at all, other than the eyes?"
"No, not yet." Draco replied, cupping a handful of the berries and inhaling the scent several times. This worked and his slitted eyes returned to normal. He sat down and happily ate with a vigor unlike him.
"I won't tell you know." Blaise continued, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice, "you'll have to learn to control it. That shouldn't be too difficult considering you do reasonably well with Occulemancy. I'll help in keeping you out of stressful situations as well."
"Grazi."
"Prego. So, what did Lupin say?" Draco told him the story as Blaise ate slowly, showing concern and more than a little annoyance. "He can sense you, without a doubt. If he knows, the Headmaster does and any number of probable professors. I'm positive Severus knows."
"As am I." Draco sighed, "if he hadn't already figured it out, I'm sure Father told him."
"Yet he's just told you?"
"I think he told me several months ago." Draco admitted, "I haven't been opening his letters." Blaise stiffened noticeably here, knowing good and well why the blonde was ignoring his father's letters. Every Slytherin knew all about the Dark Lord as many had parent Death Eaters.
"You intend to become some sort of lap dog?" Blaise asked, eerily matching Draco's previous statement, "a pureblooded werewolf should be a proud thing for it can control its actions. The transformation could be used to a pureblooded werewolf's needs and strengths; not some pet."
As Slytherins it was part of their job to see the advantages of any situation they found, or placed, themselves in. They were then to take advantage of the advantages and use them to their full ability. Draco suddenly realized, as Blaise spoke unheard in the background, that he had the advantage now. Most Death Eaters and Voldemort himself were Slytherins and well. No Slytherin in his right mind would attack a werewolf who could transform as easily as a pureblooded one that also kept his faculties about him, making him more dangerous. Not simply to Mark him, no. He was also Head Boy and, therefore, had his own passworded rooms. No one could harm him in his sleep because there was no way to reach him without waking him up. As a werewolf, that was a bad idea. He was snapped from his reverie by Blaise thumping his head,
"Amico! I am speaking to you!"
"Sorry, Blaise, I was thinking. What did you say?"
"I asked if you had felt any unwanted attraction to me." Blaise hissed, highly annoyed. Draco looked to just above Blaise's head, going over his mental list of wet dream participants. It pleased him greatly that Blaise wasn't there. He shook his head,
"no." He sometimes believed Blaise could smell a lie. The Italian was demonstrating that ability now, inspecting him thoroughly before deciding it was the truth.
"This is good." He smirked, "it points to me being a probable pack member; as I am also an animagi and I know far more than most do about werewolves I can stay with you during the transformations. It will be far less suspicious if we work something out where I come over here on the full moon. As they all now know I am a Hunter it will appear even less suspicious- should anyone notice- when I occasionally do not come here and stay in the dorms."
"Because you would know if I were and you're clearly not." Draco smirked, nodding, "that's brilliant, Blaise."
"I do tend to be, what were you thinking?"
"I don't have to be Marked."
"How so?" Blaise asked. Draco shifted, setting their plates aside and stretched out lazily on the bed. Blaise joined him on his side a few feet away, head propped up in his hand. As children they had been very close and had often lay like this at either home to discuss their lives. Hogwarts, the Zabini neutrality and Lucius' Dark Mark had slowly been driving a wedge between them that neither could stop. There was an unspoken relief in the room now, a weight both of them had been struggling to lift, gone. Draco genuinely grinned at the bed hangings overhead,
"Well, you're a Slytherin, correct?"
"Si."
"Would you go out of your way to bring down a pureblooded werewolf just to Mark him? I mean, I can transform more easily than an infected and still maintain my faculties. I'd have a clear advantage and attack plan."
"No, it would be most unwise." Blaise said, tone indicating he was clearly deep in thought along the same lines Draco had been following. His blue eyes flicked as quickly as a snitch over the velvet emerald bedspread. "The risk and damage far outweigh any advantages, I see what you're saying. Have you also realized you have your own room that protects you from any in house retaliation?" Draco nodded,
"I have. I'm thinking, as well, that I have an enhanced sense of smell, sight, strength and speed also. It would make it harder to attack me as a student outside of my rooms."
"Correct. Have you determined how to use them yet?"
"I think I've always used the sight and never noticed." Draco replied, "that's why I can see the snitch as quickly as Potter, I think. Smell though, I think it's just developing. I hadn't noticed, I suppose. Did you know you smell like cannoli?"
"At least I smell pleasant." Blaise snickered, "Do you also realize that you have near immunity in the Forbidden Forest? We can run there together on the nights of the full moon, of course, but you can also use it for protection. No one else but Lupin and possibly that groundskeeper fool have any type of immunity there and it would be most unwise to follow you in."
"A valid point!" Draco laughed, "also, I don't think Father would disown me."
"No, it would draw too much attention to himself. He'd be shunned if he were found out to be a werewolf of any kind. So, you still-"
"Inherit the Malfoy fortune." They said in unison, both grinning like Cheshire cats.
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