MOONLIGHT SONATA

Disclaimer: Disclaimed! I do not own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Slash, yaoi, boy boy romance - whatever you want to call it. Oh, and very angry Remus. Nobody but NOBODY fools with the Lupin cub! WOOH! Okay, on with the story…..

Harry stretched lazily, working out the soreness in his body a little at a time. Casting a tempus he realized he'd miss breakfast but he had plenty of time before Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus. Stretching out completely on the bed he grinned as the door to the small private bathroom opened and Draco stepped out in only a towel, not noticing Harry was awake. He watched appreciatively as the towel dropped and felt a bit of pride for the claw marks he'd left behind. Draco was beautiful all over, he decided. He also decided that porcelain wasn't an appropriate description but cream was. Tasty, sweet cream, he decided as an afterthought.

"I like your hair like that." He offered, sliding up into a sitting position as Draco slid his trousers on, ending the show, "sort of gives you this… dangerous look, it's edgy. Nice."

Draco turned to inspect his wet and messy hair in the mirror, turning this way and that to see how it lay and nodded in agreement. He wouldn't say it was dangerous looking but it did give a hint of a darker aspect.

"Too bad I can't keep it that way," he said, picking up a brush, "it'll dry and then I'll look like Millicent." Harry snorted in disbelief, casting the spells to clean himself up and his clothes.

"You'd look funny but not like Bulstrode, Draco, be realistic." He said, buttoning his pants and looking around the blonde at his own mop of black hair. Huffing, he ran his fingers through it and semi-sort of but not really, flattened it down. This was acceptable and he turned to finish getting dressed. He nearly choked as Draco said,

"I've never had sex before you know."

"That's a damned lie!" Harry scowled. Then, he was forced to wonder why Draco would lie to him, of all people, about that. Seeing the blonde's observing gaze in the mirror, he gasped, "you really haven't!"

"That is what I said." Draco snorted, deciding his tie looked better loose and leaving a button undone. Pulling on his vest, he left that open too. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows as was his habit and pulled his robes on.

"You're just soooo pleased with yourself." Harry teased, then, scowling, "bloody freak. No one does that rot their first time. It's unnatural."

"I've just realized something," Draco replied, ignoring his statement, "how are you going to get out of here without being seen?" Harry shook his book bag at Draco,

"I may have forgotten to bring clean clothes, or," he rubbed at his teeth with a finger, "a bloody toothbrush but I did remember to get in and out undetected. I'm not that daft, Draco." He pulled out the invisibility cloak and shook it out, grinning, "I'll just follow you right out."

"Better go first." Draco replied, unsurprised. He opened the door and listened for Harry to leave, looking out as though he were looking for someone. He found it especially annoying when Harry pinched his bum before sliding out the door.

Blaise was apparently coming to check on him for missing breakfast but paused when he saw the blonde and waited. Draco nodded, made sure the portrait closed and they went to class. He just happened to see Harry step out of an alcove, swinging his bag around his shoulder and taking off without a look back to catch up to his friends. The Gryffindor was immediately bombarded with questions about his whereabouts and Draco couldn't help but be surprised when Harry lied so easily,

"Fell asleep in the room," Draco had no idea what the room was, "just thinking and got worn out, I suppose." His friends easily believed this. Blaise, hearing it as well, scowled,

"That's a lie." Again, Draco found himself amazed by his Italian lie detector. Then, they were entering the classroom and sitting down.

For Harry, class mostly seemed to go off without a hitch. Draco had problems casting some of the protective werewolf spells, which was to be expected given that he was one. However; Seamus, Neville, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle were all also having problems. Remus, who Harry knew had to know, assured them this was normal as the spells were difficult to cast. The best, for obvious reasons, was Blaise Zabini. Harry wondered if Blaise knew and if he didn't what he would do when he found out. At the same time, he believed Blaise knew because- as Harry watched discreetly- he always kept himself between Draco and the other students casting the spells. None of the defensive spells would hurt a human but they would a werewolf and Remus gave them a wide berth with wary eyes.

The werewolf was now circling them, telling those who couldn't cast as well as those interested other ways they could defend themselves with other spells or things like silver. As he circled, he neared Harry and the Gryffindor knew he was in trouble. Remus paused, stopped and turned to him with a scowl. The flare of his nostrils let Harry know he'd scented his cub as Harry realized he hadn't had time to take a shower,

"Bloody hell." He groaned, sagging. On either side of him, Hermione and Ron frowned in confusion. Remus leaned over Harry, looking down at him with cold eyes,

"After class, Harry, we're going to have a little chat about your damned language." He turned and walked off while Harry did his best to look like a sulky puppy after him.

"You're gonna geeeeeet it." Ron said under his breath. Harry nodded, attempting puppy dog eyes in case Remus looked back.

"I've never heard him swear." Hermione breathed, eyebrows nearly in her hair line.

"Mr. Finnigan!" Remus barked, "watch where you're casting, five points from Gryffindor."

"Blast, Harry!" Ron whined, "what did you do?!"

"He probably knows Harry wasn't in the tower last night somehow." Hermione frowned, nodding at her own suggestion. "It's very unsafe, despite what you two believe. Besides, he's a Professor, he can't do anything too bad."

"Shows what you know." Harry and Ron snorted disbelievingly. She scowled openly at both who knew she hated that phrase.

"He is a Professor!" she protested.

"He is," Harry nodded, "but he's also like my… second godfather or something? I don't know… Ron, am I too old to be paddled?"

"Not according to mum and you know they're close."

"Blast."

Harry lay his head on the desk, chin stuck out and pouting as his classmates left. Seamus and Dean did a funeral march under their breaths as they passed. Hermione looked like she might hang around but changed her mind at Remus' cold look. Ron sent Harry sympathetic looks and described quickly how much he'd miss the Gryffindor. Draco, on the other hand, had noticed all of this and Remus' low growl when the other students didn't hear. Convincing his own inner wolf that it wasn't his pack and therefore not his problem, he left. As soon as the door closed Remus cast a spell that closed the shutters, locked the door, and silenced the room so no one outside could hear.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" he roared. Harry flinched and decided that, if Remus could roar at him while he wore his best I'm-a-lost-puppy look, that it wasn't going to work and dropped it.

"I'm a big boy, Moony!"

"Like hell you are!" Remus pointed at him, eyes flashing. He stalked over, pulled out Ron's empty chair and slammed it down before sitting in it with a blowing snort, "you tell me exactly what happened and right this instant, Harry James Potter."

"We had sex. He… he…" Harry stammered his way through the story, leaving out any sexual details as he couldn't have done that even if Remus wanted him too. "But, Moony, he didn't transform. He didn't bite or scratch me. I'm a big boy, whether you want to believe it or not. Besides, Draco is a pureblooded werewolf, he keeps his faculties. If he hadn't been, I would have run to you. He controlled it just fine and was a gentleman- well, the most he could be."

"I will never speak of this to Albus or anyone else. However," Remus growled, "I'm furious with you. You are grounded from Hogsmeade this weekend and if you argue with me, it'll be Quidditch too. Don't think I can't. In this school, you are my charge. Albus won't question my word and back me up without ever knowing why, don't doubt it."

"Moony!"

"You want Quidditch too?" Remus growled, "Oh, and for your protest, I'm telling Sirius."

"ARGH!" Harry huffed in frustration. Remus nodded, clearly pleased,

"Now get to lunch."

AN: I know, right? That was FUCKING ADORABLE! I had to re-read it twice for the feels after I wrote it.

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