Author's Note: I know I've been a right down bastard not to have updated for almost a month, but work has been horrible for the past three weeks, it's almost as if the idiots there can't do anything without me! I've been working overtime sometimes even till midnight and coming home tired, not having any time to go partying, my spanish lessonsor even for such trivial and horrible things as clean the house. Right now I'm sitting in wet jeans because they are actuallythe cleanest anddriest clothes I have at the moment.

On this note I give you the latest chapter ;p

12- Lost to be Found

Draco and Harry were both lying in the bed, spooned together, silently breathing as if they were fearing the outside world could sweep in any second in their private safety if they made a noise.

"You do know that we have to find some help, don't you? I am not entirely sure we can go back to Hogwarts…" Harry quietly said into the blonde's neck, realizing they had to talk about their situation at some point.

"I know…" Draco sighed and fell quiet, but then sat up in the bed and looked at his mate. "But you have a lot of people you could go to. You have been running around saving people and doing the craziest things imaginable. You have always had people who have supported you no matter how many rules you have broken. What about that werewolf professor? Surely, he would know some way we could find solutions to our problem."

Harry frowned and said: "Look out of the window."

Behind their backs the moon was shining powerfully and was flawlessly rounded.

"Oh… Fuck. But there must be some other…" Draco refused giving up. "Well, Dumbledore is definitely out of the question… It would be too easy anyway…"

Harry got reluctantly up from the bed, sighing, and after looking around a bit, found something and then settled down back next to the blonde boy with a whisky bottle. He opened it and drank.

"Harry…" the Slytherin took the bottle away, but couldn't resist not trying the liquor. "Although this whisky is pretty darn good… We have to check-out tomorrow and have to find at least a refuge spot."

"I don't want to involve Ron and Hermione. It would mean taking them out of Hogwarts and placing them into danger. It's better if we don't give them even as much as an owl about where we are and what has happened… I don't even know what is going on at the moment in the Wizarding World. We can't be sure that everybody we have ever known isn't right now turned against us… Or murdered. Or don't care and feel like it's only for the best that we don't ever return," Harry took the bottle again when it was offered and swallowed a far larger amount of alcohol. "I mean, who knows? Maybe it is really for the best if we disappear or get slaughtered. I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

Draco got angry: "You didn't drag me into anything! This just happened! It is nobody's fault that Voldemort is a madman on a killing spree for fun! He should be put in a lunatic asylum in one cell together with Dumbledore!"

Harry turned his head and looked at the boy: "What do you think Voldemort did to him? I mean, I know he was just boasting about that, but as far as I have gathered, Madame Pomfrey was using Glamour Charms to make him fall in love with her. Do you think the charms didn't really work and Voldemort used it to put some spell on Dumbledore?"

"Madame Pomfrey?! I was wondering why suddenly everybody seemed to moon over her. She is as old as the world!" Draco exclaimed and continued the passing around of the whisky to Harry the same way they had done once at the infirmary.

Harry snickered: "Yeah, I know, Hermione told me it had been like that since the beginning of the year, but I only noticed that a few days ago… I guess, you were right, I was gay all the time…"

"You know, I always liked drinking with you. Instead of getting all whiny, you just take matters less seriously."

Harry froze almost choking on whisky, but luckily avoiding the unpleasant experience: "So that's why you took me out that night! You-Ann… had been drinking… You knew…"

Draco smirked: "Yeah, but I actually was amazed that you didn't give much thought to my attitude that evening. It's not like I would have done something so rash normally. Even despite that nice flight we had to Hogwarts that made us ex-rivals."

"I like how it sounds. Ex-rivals… But you really hated me, didn't you?"

"Hey, you never gave me that dragon research you were talking about!" Draco said and Harry started rummaging around his jeans to find to scrap of parchment. Then he took it and read silently. "Wow, I never even had known my parents did something like that. I had heard of it, that pureblood families in the past had done it, I had always been told that my name was because of a star constellation. But I guess this finally explains why I tend to choose the hardest way in life…"

"Welcome to my world of the stupidest choices ever," Harry smiled sadly and raised the bottle in a mock toast before drinking and giving it back to his mate.

"I have to give you that- you did make an excellent choice to come after me. How did you find where they were hiding me?" Draco inquired lying down with his head in Harry's lap feeling a bit tipsy after having drunk half a bottle so rapidly.

"I didn't have to know where you were. Remember, when you told me that we were able to talk to each other in our thoughts and having this connection enabled us to find each other and Apparate there at any time? I just used it. I Apparated to you, not to a place…"

Draco's eyes widened: "You know how to Apparate? Who taught you that?"

Now it was time for Harry to look taken back. After thinking for a few moments, he answered finally to the question, or was he talking to himself: "…Snape…"

"Snape taught you to Apparate? You must have blackmailed him! He would have never helped you with anything being in his right mind," Draco laughed quietly, not having noticed the change in Harry's composure.

"Actually I did blackmail him. But he didn't know that I wanted to learn to Apparate to save you. He was all against me rushing to save you. He thinks I keep the sanity of the Wizarding population intact, so I should be sheltered and guarded that nothing happens to me. But, listen, I only just thought about it- Snape could help us! He would do anything for you, I even suspect that he has a secret crush on you," Harry added smirking.

"Don't make fun of him if you're going to go and ask for help to him."

"I am not making fun of him. He is gay, that's with what I blackmailed him. Pomfrey's glamour didn't work on him, too. But I am not going to ask for help, we are, Draco," Harry said, looking sternly at the boy in his lap.

"He's gay?! How on earth has he managed to hide it from Voldemort all this time?"

"I suppose it isn't so hard for him. I imagine not a soul would want to fuck him, so it isn't pretty suspicious," Harry laughed and noticed Draco frowning at him. "Okey, I admit it, now I really was making fun of him. But you have to agree, he is ugly."

"He is not! He has this perfect baritone and the profile he has! If he washed his hair and wasn't so shy… don't you look at me like that! Maybe he is just not your type; maybe you like blondes, ha! Got you!" Draco laughed out loud evilly. "I, on the other hand, like the dark, sensual and mysterious type. You should be thankful for that."

"I am not sensual!" Harry frowned in an irritated manner: "Okey, but we have to find a way to contact him. Somehow send a message."

"Are you really sure he will help? I mean, the man hates the sight of you. Maybe he would just call the Dark Lord to gloat of his power… you should be careful."

"I could always threaten to expose him to Voldemort. It would be so easy if he tried anything as stupid as giving me over the mad man. Do you know any way to ask Snape for help? Some sort of type of a message to ask him what we should do not to get caught or something that wouldn't be too suspicious?"

Draco grinned a bright and wide smile of a mentally deranged person: "As a matter of fact, I do… Well, actually, you really have to be a blockhead not to think of it."

"Well? How do we get to him?" Harry inquired, not capable to imagine how to send a message to Snape, but in the same time not to be noticed by Voldemort or anyone that could mean harm for him and Draco.

"Are you a wizard or are you not, Harry? Where have you been living all these past years?" the blonde's grin turned even more maniacal and proud.

"Stop teasing, Draco! Tell me, so we can get to Snape before it's too late!"

"Harry, Harry, Harry. I never have thought youcould be this dense," the Slytherin was almost bursting from haughtiness. Then he sat up and started talking very slowly as if Harry was even more mentally challenged thanany Gryffindor had ever been. "We. Send. An. Owl."

He drawled the last word for almost a minute and Harry's expression changed from irritated to complete shock in that short moment: "What?!"

Draco sighed dramatically and gestured Harry to follow him: "Repeat after me- we send an owl! You do know those birds that sleep during day and hunt in the night to tear heads off small rodents like mice, por ejemplo. Oh, sorry, that's Spanish for – for example. I didn't want to confuse you," the blonde was violently sniggering and rolling around in the bed with a gleeful expression. He felt partly sorry that at that moment there was nobody there to see how lame he had made Harry look.

The Gryffindor growled loudly and grabbed the smaller boy by the forearms: "We can't possibly send Snape an owl! Anyone could intercept the message and link it back to us."

"Of course, we can! Do you know how many people send owls per day? Or even per hour?! I'm not in the right position to supply you with the correct numbers, but I can tell you that much- a large number of owls fly around unceasingly. And even more owls are sent to Hogwarts during school years. We just don't notice any of it, because we're used to that, and nobody thinks that a bird flying around is something weird. Even the Dark Lord can't intercept every owl. And more to that- how could he possibly imagine that we would go to Snape looking for help? Think logically," Draco concluded his monologue with a proud and irritated sniff, feeling how Harry loosened his grip slowly understanding.

"Everything genius is simple in the core, you are really right. Even Voldemort, as mental as he is already, would not try to trace every owl in England. I suppose in this arrogant state he is right now he is positive that we have fled not to ever return… But we have to find a trained wizards owl. I don't have Hedwig and any way we still wouldn't be able to use her because she is just too conspicuous," Harry answered, slowly dragging his words and trying to fix the whole picture of them owling Snape in his mind together. He drained almost all of the left-over whisky.

"That's easy. I spent few weeks here, in Edinburgh during the summer and I know where the Wizarding Part of the city is. I bet we will be able to find some owl service there," Draco grabbed the almost empty bottle and finished off the whisky. Then he grinned broadly: "But don't you just love me? Not every person would be able to think so clearly after a half a bottle of liquor, not mentioning making up a great, cunning plot… I love myself…"

--

Both boys had fallen asleep easily, but the waking up part was accompanied with a horrible headache and dehydration that made them feel like prunes.

But Harry couldn't stop fidgeting, because the frightful feeling of anticipation followed him into the shower, while he was dressing or just watching Draco dress in the light of the morning. And then something occurred to him: "Um, Draco?"

The other boy lifted his head as he buttoned up his trousers: "Yeah, what?"

"We can't go outside. Someone will recognize us…"

The Slytherin rubbed his forehead and screwed up his face: "Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?"

"Tell me what?" Harry came closer and then sat on the bed that was still messy from the previous nights.

Draco looked out of the window searching for a way to dismiss this subject and start talking about anything else: "Um… Well, I already phoned the receptionist to get us two pairs of girls' clothing and everything. We will, by the way, need the rest of the money, I promised her that I will reward her accordingly…"

Draco smiled sweetly and leaned forward to Harry for a kiss, but the Gryffindor didn't want to drop the subject just yet: "Why do we need girls' clothing for? What have you planned?"

Seeing the slight hint of fear in Harry's eyes, Draco smirked: "You'll see…"

"Room service!" a knock on the door startled the both boys and they looked at each other and then at the door. "Room service, I have a package for you!"

"Your money, please," Draco looked at the darker boy. "This is the one thing that can help us not get caught."

After a few minutes and a pair of lewd jokes exchanged between the bellboy and the Slytherin, Draco returned to the bedroom with a stack of clothing.

"You don't really think that I will wear that?" Harry asked indignantly as he saw a short skirt and some high heals. "And how are we supposed to turn ourselves into girls if we can't use our wands in order to not get tracked and found?"

Draco just grinned victoriously: "The same way I did it during the summer. Glamour Charms!"

At first Harry paled and then turned brightly red: "You can't be serious! I… That's not…"

"I am serious, Harry," Draco dropped the clothes down on the bed and sat next to his mate. "I am very serious in fact. This is the only way. Maybe we can walk through Edinburgh looking like ourselves, but when we get into the magical part of the city, there will be no way of no one recognizing us. Besides you liked how Ann looked…"

"That is an entirely different matter!" Harry exclaimed. "I liked how you looked as a girl, but there is no way I am going to be a girl! That is just simply disgusting! And frightening! Eww, I can't understand how you… I feel nauseous already, just thinking about it, but to really be a girl! No fucking way!"

--

The one thing Draco had found about Muggles and now was really fascinated by was that they had different items related with magic all around them, even in their household or as decorative elements of the furniture, but they never even noticed or questioned it.

For example, lavender oil or candles. Mirrors or even feathers. All of these things were used in glamour magic.

The previous summer as Draco had found out that glamour charms didn't require a wand or give out the wizards or witches magical signature, he had studied them in order to get away from his family and live in the Muggle world disguised as something or someone else entirely.

And even better Draco found the fancy Muggle hotels because they were full with decorative and seemingly useless items and the bathrooms were stacked with gels and creams of different scents and kinds.

That way during the whole summer he could transform himself and back, walk around the cities he stayed in at any time he wished to and not get caught. This was exactly what he had planned to do with Harry…

"I will never be able to look Hermione in the eye again…" Harry whined as he looked at his new breasts in a frightened manner. His voice had gotten a little bit higher and accompanied his whining creating an extremely annoying sound as if he really were a girl.

"What has Granger have to do with this? She will never find out about this either way! Now change the clothes! We have to check-out soon!" Draco tossed his long blond hair back as it interfered with his movements and felt irritated by the way he was attracted to a female version ofHarry.

"She is a girl! Now I will know… ew," Harry continued whining and puffing as he tried to get out of his male clothes not looking at his new body. "Oh, my God! You know, Draco, I have never seen a naked girl before and I never really wanted to see myself naked as a girl. How could you stand it?"

Draco just shrugged and started to look through the clothes on the bed: "Got used to it, I guess. But it still feels weird, you know." He turned his head back to Harry and found the sight of a half naked girl with just a sweaterondistracting as it had never been before. Draco swallowed hard and whispered: "But now it is even weirder. I have never in my life felt attracted to a girl, never found a girl sexy or… but, now you…"

Harry looked nice as a girl, he had round hips and big breasts, but his waist was so slim Draco imagined he could twine his fingers around it. His hair, much like the Slytherin's, had lengthened and revealed the fact that it actually had a curly texture. It curledin the ends as it fell in thick black threads over his back. His green eyes now had more pronounced long eyelashes and his kissable lips had gotten fuller and redder.

But in any other way Harry was unrecognizable, as Draco himself was in his female form. Their bodies had changed entirely, their faces had retained onlya fewfeatures such as Draco's high cheekbones and aristocratic look or Harry's bright green eyes.

Now they were looking at each other, not able to comprehend the situation and why they felt so attracted to each other.

"Maybe the damned bond is fucking with us," Harry whispered as they slowly neared to each other.

Draco breached the distance and grabbed Harry's face to kiss him. The kiss was softer as the ones he had had withany boy, and he also felt startled by round, big breasts pressing against his own. But despite any laws of his sexual orientation, he didn't feel disgusted or detached from it all, but instead he wanted to explore what else could be experienced and how different it was from what they had done in the previous few weeks.

"I want to see you naked," the Slytherin whispered as they broke the kiss and helped his mate take off the sweater he had been wearing. He cautiously touched the naked breasts and then took off his own shirt. "No wonder you thought you were straight, I could even convince myself now…"

Harry just responded with kissing Draco's neck and collar bone and pressed the other body closer.

"Mmm… Harry, as much as I don't want to break this up, we have to get going… mmm, keep doing that, no, wait, stop," Draco pushed Harry back.

"What's wrong? Snape can wait…"

"No, this charm is only temporarily active; we will change back in six hours. We have get to Snape before that. We really have to go."

--

Both boys looking like girls entered a restaurant named Shakespeare's in the center of Edinburgh and Draco, having been there before, went to the bartender and leaning on the bar whispered in a low voice: "The show is always over when the Veela sings, don't you agree?"

The bartender just smiled secretively and led Draco and Harry to the back of the restaurant where the kitchens were supposed to be and showed them a small passage in the wall, lookingmuch like justa black portal. Stepping through it, Harry found himself on a street, similar to the one on which people arrived in Diagon Alley from the Leaky Couldron, but this one was much more... Scottish.

"I think I have seen an Owl Office somewhere around here, let's take a look," Draco took Harry's small female hand and dragged him off the street full of motion.

They maneuvered through the extremely lively traffic of witches and wizards of all ages and since Harry had gotten a hang on it since they had went down Prince's Street when Draco had had to forcefully drag his mate all the way along till the end and cursed considerably about antisocial people and also something about absolute bangling idiots, they found the Owl Office in no time.

It was a considerably large office, but a relaxing pause from the overwhelming mass of the Wizarding society due to its almost empty state. Draco boldly walked to one of the counters his high heals clicking on the tiled floor. Harry followed suit in a more self-conscious manner and much smaller steps since he hadn't been so lucky as Draco and his female form didn't have legs that grew out of his armpits.

An old lady that, much to the Gryffindor's shock, wore glasses that looked as if they were decorated by hairy tarantulas around the edges, sat behind a shimmering magicglass wall that let sound through, butotherwise was unbreachable. She inspected them both carefully and rudely gave some parchment and directed them to the writing stands.

"So, what do we write to Snape? Come and help us, we are in deep shit?" Draco drawled as he inspected the quill on the stand whether it hadn't been chewed on.

"You know him better, you tell me," Harry leaned against the high stand where they were supposed to write their letter and mumbled: "These shoes are killing me. I hate this. I feel tired. I just want this to end..."

"Stop whining. You're giving me a headache. The girly business is getting to your head. I can't wait till we're back to normal."

"Girly business?! Excuse me, but it was your idea, I told you I don't want to do it!" Harry exclaimed a bit too loudly than he should have.

"Shut it! People will start looking!" Draco hissed back, furrowing his perfect blonde eyebrows. "Yes, it was my idea, but you're not supposed to start acting like a girl!"

"I am not acting like a girl!!!" Harry yelled, flushed a bit and angry.

"Then stop making a scene!!!" Draco yelled right back and they both looked around. "See, now they really are staring at us!"

"I don't need this! If you decide to come to your senses, I will be outside!" with that Harry stomped loudly outside and left Draco alone.

The Slytherin growled and wrote a quick letter to Snape and gave it back to the spider lady who asked him for money to pay for the owl service.

"Shit!" the Slytherin exclaimed and earned another scolding look from the old witch. Then he tried smiling sweetly, forgetting that he looked like a girl. "I will be back in a second!"

He ran outside to find Harry fuming on a street corner, kicking the ground with his expensive slippers.

"Hey, could you give me some money, I forgot we have to pay at the Owl Office," Draco asked as he rushed to his mate. But Harry just whirled around, clearly still angry, and started yelling on top of his lungs, his green eyes blazing.

"It's all you need, isn't it?! Money, right?! If somebody pays you're ready to do just about anything, you stupid cheep Slytherin slut!"

People had turned around and halted in their steps to observe the weird row between two beautiful girls.

Draco just smirked and grabbed hold of Harry who stumbled forward and kissed him firmly on the lips.

Author's Note, again: I hope you enjoy readingmy story as much as I hate the addiction of writing it. In the case if you're reading this note- REVIEW!!! Make yourselves noticed by me! Say something nobody has said before! Flame me because I didn't write a nice, long, juicy snog part in this chapterof Draco and Harry as girls because I am not... quite so familiar... with the female body... ahem... to write it ;p sorry. [jeez, this was embarrassing...

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