Shadow and Ice
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the animals.
A/N: since I doubt I'll bring this up in the story, unless its typed up and works with the plot, I'll explain here. One of my absolutely beautiful reviewers asked why Harry could speak Japanese. Well, Japanese is one of the harder languages to learn, and Hermione thought it would come in handy during the final battle. Especially around Voldemorts more stupid followers. So Harry speaks Japanese.
Also, I realized that after I posted and shut down my beloved computer, I forgot to mention a few things. One: THIS IS SLASH!!!!
Two: '. . . .' talking through thoughts
". . . ." Actual talking. People to people.
/. . . ./ Thoughts that cannot be read or heard.
"Hello Drakie-Poo. Happy birthday!" Pansy screeched, latching onto Draco.
Draco grunted and shrugged the girl off his shoulder. He walked around Blaise, noticing that that was the only open space, other then the one next to Pansy.
Blaise eyed his best friend and cousin with a bit of concern, "Draco, I do believe something's off."
Draco sat down and glanced at Blaise, "What do you mean?"
"You came into your heritance today, and yet you're not attracting anybody. . ." Blaise trailed off and his onyx eyes widened, "You haven't found your mate already and shagged them . . . have you?"
"I found them yes, but no, I did not shag them, as you so eloquently put it. I just did the first step of the bonding. They were willing of course, but I wasn't entirely truthful. . ." He trailed of.
'Ice?'
Blaise glanced at Draco, who looked as if he had zoned slightly, "Dray?"
'I'm here shadow. Is there a problem?' Draco answered, casting a covert glance to the Gryffindor table. Harry was sitting there, alone, dragging his fork across his plate, as if he were lost in thought.
'No, just bored. That and I was curious if this was really going to work or not.'
Draco continued to look at Harry, and sighed in happiness. In a way, he was grateful to find out that Harry was his mate. Not only was he being nicer to Draco, he was also drop dead gorgeous.
Harry had shot up in height the past few years, towering over Draco's own frame by a head. His raven hair was much longer, just sweeping past the shoulders, the weight of the locks straightening the hair considerably. Harry was also a lot broader in the shoulders and had quite the arms. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and slightly baggy khakis, showing off his body.
Draco wiped at his mouth, hoping he wasn't drooling.
'I told you it would, you know.' He answered back.
'I know, I know. I'm just was too curious.'
Draco snorted. Didn't he know it. But then so was he. He was the one who left on his hunt this morning, not wanting to start with his fellow Slytherins. One could imagine his shock when he turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks as the sweetest smell enveloped him. It was musky, his hint that it was male, and yet a sweetness was there also, similar to one of his mothers favorite flowers. The lilac. He had sniffed and followed the smell out the front door of the castle, only to be shocked into stillness as he finally saw his mate. Harry Potter. His silvery blue eyes widened as Harry transformed into a panther.
"So, Draco, mind telling me who this 'mate' is? And just what the first stage of the bonding is?" Blaise grinned and gulped some of his pumpkin juice.
Draco smirked, "No I will not tell you who my mate is. Not until they are ready. And the first stage of bonding is telepathy. It is gained through a kiss."
"Ah. So this person knows then. I was wondering."
"Actually. . ." Draco muttered, "He doesn't know."
"Then how the hell did you manage to kiss them? I was under the impression that it had to be willing."
"Oh, he was willing. But he doesn't know who I am."
Blaise bit his lip, "You know what? All this is doing is confusing me. I'll let you tell me later. I'm off."
"Tell Neville I said hello." Draco grinned.
"Oh but of course." Blaise grinned back and stood up, heading off to the Gryffindor table.
Draco finished his juice and followed Blaise's example, but instead of heading to the Gryffindor table, he instead walked out of the great hall. Deep in thought.
A/N: So? What you think?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the animals.
A/N: since I doubt I'll bring this up in the story, unless its typed up and works with the plot, I'll explain here. One of my absolutely beautiful reviewers asked why Harry could speak Japanese. Well, Japanese is one of the harder languages to learn, and Hermione thought it would come in handy during the final battle. Especially around Voldemorts more stupid followers. So Harry speaks Japanese.
Also, I realized that after I posted and shut down my beloved computer, I forgot to mention a few things. One: THIS IS SLASH!!!!
Two: '. . . .' talking through thoughts
". . . ." Actual talking. People to people.
/. . . ./ Thoughts that cannot be read or heard.
"Hello Drakie-Poo. Happy birthday!" Pansy screeched, latching onto Draco.
Draco grunted and shrugged the girl off his shoulder. He walked around Blaise, noticing that that was the only open space, other then the one next to Pansy.
Blaise eyed his best friend and cousin with a bit of concern, "Draco, I do believe something's off."
Draco sat down and glanced at Blaise, "What do you mean?"
"You came into your heritance today, and yet you're not attracting anybody. . ." Blaise trailed off and his onyx eyes widened, "You haven't found your mate already and shagged them . . . have you?"
"I found them yes, but no, I did not shag them, as you so eloquently put it. I just did the first step of the bonding. They were willing of course, but I wasn't entirely truthful. . ." He trailed of.
'Ice?'
Blaise glanced at Draco, who looked as if he had zoned slightly, "Dray?"
'I'm here shadow. Is there a problem?' Draco answered, casting a covert glance to the Gryffindor table. Harry was sitting there, alone, dragging his fork across his plate, as if he were lost in thought.
'No, just bored. That and I was curious if this was really going to work or not.'
Draco continued to look at Harry, and sighed in happiness. In a way, he was grateful to find out that Harry was his mate. Not only was he being nicer to Draco, he was also drop dead gorgeous.
Harry had shot up in height the past few years, towering over Draco's own frame by a head. His raven hair was much longer, just sweeping past the shoulders, the weight of the locks straightening the hair considerably. Harry was also a lot broader in the shoulders and had quite the arms. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and slightly baggy khakis, showing off his body.
Draco wiped at his mouth, hoping he wasn't drooling.
'I told you it would, you know.' He answered back.
'I know, I know. I'm just was too curious.'
Draco snorted. Didn't he know it. But then so was he. He was the one who left on his hunt this morning, not wanting to start with his fellow Slytherins. One could imagine his shock when he turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks as the sweetest smell enveloped him. It was musky, his hint that it was male, and yet a sweetness was there also, similar to one of his mothers favorite flowers. The lilac. He had sniffed and followed the smell out the front door of the castle, only to be shocked into stillness as he finally saw his mate. Harry Potter. His silvery blue eyes widened as Harry transformed into a panther.
"So, Draco, mind telling me who this 'mate' is? And just what the first stage of the bonding is?" Blaise grinned and gulped some of his pumpkin juice.
Draco smirked, "No I will not tell you who my mate is. Not until they are ready. And the first stage of bonding is telepathy. It is gained through a kiss."
"Ah. So this person knows then. I was wondering."
"Actually. . ." Draco muttered, "He doesn't know."
"Then how the hell did you manage to kiss them? I was under the impression that it had to be willing."
"Oh, he was willing. But he doesn't know who I am."
Blaise bit his lip, "You know what? All this is doing is confusing me. I'll let you tell me later. I'm off."
"Tell Neville I said hello." Draco grinned.
"Oh but of course." Blaise grinned back and stood up, heading off to the Gryffindor table.
Draco finished his juice and followed Blaise's example, but instead of heading to the Gryffindor table, he instead walked out of the great hall. Deep in thought.
A/N: So? What you think?