Chapter 16

*Warning: Probably contains typos and an unhealthy amount of...s*

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Draco reached a hand up to shield his sleepy eyes from the light shining in through the window. I feel like I've been asleep for a month. He sat up groggily. But I also feel... refreshed...

"Draco!"

"Jacob?" the blonde questioned, looking at the door where the wolfshifter was just staring into the room. "What are you doing here?"

"You remember me!" Jacob exclaimed, dashing to the bed and scooping his mate into his arms.

"Of course I remember you," Draco replied, flushing. "Where the hell is Potter?" he asked suddenly.

"He's staying with the cold ones; if he comes near you again I'll kill him. Screw Paul."

"Paul?" the blonde replied.

"He imprinted on the little bastard!" Jacob exclaimed, a slight tremble beginning in his arms. His shaking got a little worse, strong enough to make Draco's teeth chatter.

"J-Jacob," he tried to soothe, "C-calm d-down. M-my t-teeth can't t-take this."

Jacob stilled almost instantly. "I'm sorry," he replied. He took a deep breath and allowed Draco's scent to calm him. "It's been over twenty-four hours and I still can't think about that kid without wanting to strangle him. I would have done it if Paul hadn't stopped me," he growled.

"Potter has that effect on people," Draco replied knowingly. He had often wanted to strangle the boy as well, hence why he'd had to learn breathing exercises and take martial arts to exert his energy. "So I've been out for a day?" he questioned.

Jacob nodded. "Your dad and Professor Snape put you to sleep; they said you needed it."

"You call him Professor Snape?" he asked with a smirk.

Jacob laughed. "That's what he told me to call him!"

Draco laughed too. Wow... I feel great! However... he was still paralyzed, something he had forgotten. Dammit.

He seems happy! Yay! The puppy inside Jacob was running around in happy little circles.

"Okay," the blonde said, "I don't know what happened and frankly I don't care right now. I feel great and I refuse to let Potter bother me. Forget about Potter." He spoke to Jacob, but he was speaking to himself as well. He needed to take advantage of the way he felt; his head was clear and he felt calm. He hadn't felt this great since... well... Since ever. "Jacob... Would you help me do something?" he questioned with a slight rosy tint to his cheeks.

Anything! Woah... Calm down... "Sure, what do you need?"

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Be prepared for some time skips! This story is moving so SLOW!

Lord Voldemort was not a man that enjoyed being ignored. The fact that his once most loyal Death Eater still refused to show up when he called really, really irked him. And that was why he had been 'off the radar' for a little while. He still called his followers and sent them out to do his bidding but he, himself, was waiting. Perfecting.

He had been developing a new spell, a new spell to do what his Death Eaters could not do...

Bring him Lucius and Draco Malfoy...

It was a brilliant idea if he had to say so himself. With his Dark Mark he could call his followers, and they would come to him but only if they did it for themselves. No one had ever refused his call before until Lucius. He had never needed to force a Death Eater to come to him, but he would soon. With this spell no one could refuse his call.

No one.

And they would never refuse him again. He would make sure of that.

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Paul was dying; he had to be. Every day it hurt just a little bit more to wake up, to move, to breathe. Every step he took made him feel one step closer to an early grave. It was almost unbearable to even think, but that's all he could fucking do!

It had been a month and he hadn't seen Harry even once, not even a glimpse. He hadn't been back to La Push since the first time he'd come, and Paul was losing his mind.

His imprint had refused him! Not even given him a proper chance! They spent one day together! One! What had he done that angered Harry so much? Sure, it was one day, they had just met, but Harry (regardless of knowing about it or not) would feel the imprint's pull. To refuse it for a whole month?

"What did I do?" Paul asked himself again, pacing a new trail into the forrest behind his house. All he could do was pace angrily and painfully every day. When he was pretty sure that no one else was shifted then he would run as a wolf; he just couldn't listen to their thoughts on the matter. He had shifted that horrible night and had still been shifted when some of the others shifted as well; one night of their pity had been more than enough for him.

He was the damn outsider of the pack. He was the angry one, the one that needed to be tip-toed around because he could snap at any moment. He was the one that they needed to keep an eye on. They thought they hid their thoughts pretty well but they weren't perfect; they all let some things slip now and then. He didn't really care about that though because he would be the first to admit that he had a temper and sometimes it did get the best of him. He didn't give a flying fuck if the pack was scared of him or what-the-hell-ever; they were family regardless of any point.

It did hurt though when he heard that some of them thought it was best that Harry was refusing him, thought it was safer that way. They thought that Paul was better off alone. After all, he couldn't hurt someone that wasn't there.

They thought that he would eventually hurt Harry. One day he would just go off for some random little reason and take it out on his mate.

What hurt the most though was the fact that he was scared they were right which is why he hadn't tracked Harry down yet.

What if they were right? What if he did lose his temper with Harry? What if he did hurt him?

What if he killed him...?

The thought alone was more painful than anything else he had ever experienced.

"Dammit!" he growled, running a hand over his short-cropped hair. "These fucking thoughts are going to be the death of me!"

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Draco reached a hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow. "No more, no more," he let out raggedly. "My body can't take it."

Jacob laughed and pulled the blonde against his chest. "Come on Draco, once more."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Draco questioned, pushing against the larger teen's chest. "I really don't think I can do it again."

"You can."

"I can't."

"You can."

"I can't."

"You can," Jacob pushed.

"I can't," Draco replied just as forcefully. He looked into Jacob's warm brown eyes and noticed a dark gleam in them. Oh no... Shit.

"You can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can, you can," the shifter took a breath and continued, "You can, you can, you can, you can, you-"

"Alright! I can! Bloody hell!" Draco yelled, exasperated. "Are you going to do that every time you want something that I don't want to give you?"

"Yes," Jaocb replied with a large grin. I win.

At least he's honest about it, Draco thought with a slight smile. It had been a month and he had grown very, very fond of the bigger teen even when he was annoying. That in itself was big for Draco because at Hogwarts if it annoyed him then it needed to go; Jacob was different though. Imprinting aside, the blonde really liked him (it was hard not to).

"Are you ready?" the shifter questioned with smile.

"Give me a second," the blonde replied. They had been at it all damn day! He took a couple deep breaths and nodded. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Good," Jacob replied, releasing his mate and walking to the other side of the room. He turned back to face Draco, "Come on."

Draco grit his teeth and took a small step forward.

In the past month he had come rather far in his rehabilitation; Jacob had agreed to help him walk again. It was slow going at first but eventually they got to the point where Draco could stand on his own, and then they reached the point where he could walk a few steps. He was working on walking across his bedroom, something they had been doing since after breakfast; it was almost time for dinner.

He was determined to be his regular-functioning Draco as soon as possible. Along with the movements in his legs, he regained his memories of what had happened when Potter had suddenly shown up. He couldn't afford to be that weak; he hated it. He refused to ever let Potter see him like that again.

Not that this was about Potter because it wasn't. It was for himself, his Malfoy pride... And... It might also, kind of, possibly, just a tad bit, maybe, be for Jacob as well.

As it was already determined, Draco really liked Jacob. The shifter was very important to him, and after a month of just being together, working on Draco's problems, the blonde wanted to return the favor. He wanted to be able to walk on his own so he could be the mate that Jacob deserved.

Jacob put everything he had aside to help Draco out. He didn't seem to mind but Draco certainly did; they were soulmates! They weren't patient and doctor! The blonde wanted to be normal again so they could actually work on their relationship as... lovers.

His face flushed as he continued to move forward.

"Your face is red," Jacob pointed out, worried, "Are you okay?"

Why does he always point out when I'm embrassed? Dammit. "I'm fine," Draco replied quickly, face still hot, "Peachy."

"Good then!" the shifter replied happily. "Come on! You're almost here!" He opened his arms as an invitation that always seemed to push Draco those few steps closer. He didn't think it would be appreciated if he pointed it out, but he always thought it was really cute. Does he even notice that he does it? So cute! Inner Jacob always did back flips when Draco walked into his arms. "That's it!" he exclaimed happily.

Draco fought off the urge to roll his eyes; he really hated it when Jacob talked to him like he was a baby. After a few more steps he reached the shifter who hugged him tightly.

"You did it! Way to go! I said you could do it!"

Does he think that's encouraging or something? I'm not a damn baby. "Hey, Jacob," Draco said, pushing against the bigger teen's chest.

The shifter allowed the blonde to back away a tad bit. "Yes?"

With a smirk, Draco reached his hands up and pulled the shifter's face close. He let his next words fall right on Jacob's lips. "I appreciate you helping me out, but must you talk to me like I am a child learning to walk for the first time?"

To say Jacob couldn't think with those lips so close to his own would be a lie; he could think of a couple of jumbled replies. "Um..." was the best one he could pick out over his rapidly beating heart.

With another smirk, Draco initiated a kiss which Jacob more than willingly took over. He practically devoured the blonde's lips, and as soon as he got his opening, he slipped his tongue in. He could have howled at the returning little sound that his mate made. Forget cute, Draco is damn sexy.

Regretfully, very regretfully, Jacob had to breathe so he pulled away. However, he was pleased that Draco was breathing just as heavily.

"What was that for?" Jacob questioned, not that he was complaining at all. Over the last month they had shared a lot of time together, sure, but not many kisses. As a matter of fact, Jacob could probably count the times they kissed on one hand. He didn't ask why they kissed every other time because they were just kisses, light pecks almost, that... That was not a little peck.

Draco shrugged and smiled. "I was trying to pove a point."

"What point?" Huh?

"You wouldn't kiss a child like that would you?" the blonde replied with an eyebrow raised.

"No! Never!" Jacob exclaimed hurriedly with a blush. "I don't even think I could let a child see that! I saw my oldest sister making out one day when I was little. I thought she was in trouble and ended up getting slapped in the face."

Draco chuckled. "At least you didn't walk in on your parents! I thought I was going to have nightmares! Not to mention my mom couldn't even look at me most of the next day."

He talked about his mom. Draco didn't do that, neither of the Malfoys did actually. Jacob had learned that there were certain things that you didn't talk about around the blondes, and Mrs. Malfoy was one of them. It made him happy though that Draco could talk about her around him now.

Jacob laughed and ruffled the blonde's hair, anticipating the hand swinging at his face and catching it. "Has anyone ever told you that it's fun ruffling your feathers?"

Draco shot him a scathing glare and tried to pull his hand free. "More like ruffling my hair! Why do you always do that?" He freed himself but fell right on his ass. "Oomph."

"I told you," Jacob replied with a smile. "It's fun." He reached down and pulled the blonde up, bridal style, another thing that annoyed the blonde.

Draco huffed and put on an annoyed face but really, he'd gotten used to the bigger teen doing things like this. But if he likes ruffling my feathers... I'll just have to ruffle his... The blonde smirked inwardly and wrapped his arms around Jacob's neck as the shifter walked them to the large canopied bed across the room. He felt an instant change in the bigger body, a stiffness that often came when Draco got really close unnecessarily. "Jacob?" he questioned, tracing some random designs with his finger on the shifter's warm neck.

"Y-yeah?" Jacob replied, placing his mate on the bed. Normally, Draco would let go... He didn't. He felt chills on his skin as the blonde continued to trace his neck; it was a pleasurable sensation that sent a good bit of blood in his body somewhere that it didn't need to go.

"You like being rubbed behind the ears?" the blonde questioned with a smirk, noticing that this was in fact true. Score, Draco. Hell yes. "Just like a dog," he chuckled. He couldn't help but think it was cute, and his ideas of revenge were momentarily ignored as he could practically see Jacob wagging his tail.

Jacob was ashamed of himself because he knew he must look stupid, and really? Behind the ears? I know I turn into a large canine but seriously? He doubted the rest of the guys had sensitive ears; dammit. However, maybe his embarassment wasn't completely terrible; Draco had a really sweet look in his silver eyes, one that Jacob couldn't resist kissing him for.

He had planned on the kiss being a short one but apparently his ears were really sensitive because little Jacob wasn't going to be alright with a short kiss. He found himself devouring Draco's face, and before he knew it he was on the bed as well, holding himself up over the blonde.

Draco didn't mind the kiss at all; in fact, he used his arms, that were still around the shifter, to pull the larger body closer. We really need to do this more often, he couldn't help but think. Jacob's mouth made him forget why they didn't do this in the first place, but another part of the shifter dragged the blonde out of his stupor. The feeling in his legs had been coming and going over the last month, but he could certainly feel that on his thigh...

"J-Jacob," he said, managing to free his mouth and push the other teen away. "Stop."

It took a second but Jacob finally recognized that ugly word and pulled himself away. He looked down at the blonde beneath him, took in the flushing face, heavy breathing, and kiss-swollen lips, before he jumped off the bed (and blonde) hurriedly. "Woah!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair, "Sorry about that! It's late," he continued, looking at his watch, "I promised my Dad I wouldn't stand him up for dinner again." He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair again. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

And then he was gone.

"What the hell!" Draco questioned, staring at the empty space Jacob had just occupied. "That arse." He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

He had probably ruffled the shifter's feathers a bit too much. And it wasn't fair to Jacob that they couldn't be... intimate...

Draco sighed again.

He still hadn't told Jacob about the potion. He needed to and wanted to get it over with, but he just couldn't. How could he, a male, tell another male that he could get pregnant?

He hated to admit it but if another bloke had come to him at Hogwarts or something and told him that he could get pregnant he would have laughed or told that him he was disgusting. He would have shunned the poor bastard and tried to get the image out of his head. That was the sad truth of Draco, but Jacob-Draco wasn't like that, especially since he was the bloke that could get knocked up. In the rather short time he'd been in Forks, he had accepted his life as it was and had come to terms with his body as it was (paralysis and pregnancy ability). Regardless of what he had accepted though, he felt a nagging fear in his chest that told him Jacob and the others wouldn't accept him. His mind told him it was an irrational fear, but his damn heart wouldn't listen. He didn't really care about the others but Jacob was important, and he didn't even want to think about Jacob having a negative reaction to the news.

So... He still hadn't told Jacob that he could bear children, and he still wasn't ready to tell him. He also felt bad that Jacob was such a giver and all he could do was offer him a few kisses now and then.

He sighed yet again as he thought of how seriously lacking he was in the 'worthy mate' department.

What can I do for him?

He sat up suddenly as an idea struck.

He grabbed his wand and amplified his voice through the house. "Severus!"

The Potions master burst into the room within seconds. "Draco? What's wrong?"

"I have a question," the blonde replied simply.

Severus walked to the boy's bed and promptly popped him on the head. "Don't yell like that if there's no problem. Scared me to death you little troll," he growled.

Draco laughed before getting serious. "Really Sev, I need your help."

"Okay, what is it?"

"That potion you gave me, the one that paralyzed me... Would it paralyze my Animagus as well?"

"Interesting," Severus replied. He rubbed his chin in deep thought for a moment. "If I had to guess, knowing the ingrediants of the potion and the affects each ingrediant has on the human physique along with your specific animal physique, then I would say no. The ingrediants I made your potion out of only work to paralyze humans. However, because you are your Animagus, I cannot say for sure. Why do you ask?"

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Harry was pushing the food around on his plate absentmindedly. He wasn't sure why but for a while now he hadn't felt all that great. It wasn't anything physical, he wasn't sick, but he just felt... Heavy. It was like there was something constricting his chest, and he couldn't put a finger on what it was.

There was one thing he did know, however, and that was when he thought of a certain wolfshifter the heavy feeling intensified almost to a point where it was hard to breathe. And he found that he was thinking about Paul a lot lately. A lot, a lot.

He pushed his plate away, too confused to finish the delicious food that Esme always prepared for him. He'd normally finish every bite of any food he was given, but he just couldn't find it in him anymore.

"You know, Harry, you can't afford to be losing weight," a gentle and musical voice said from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know it was Edward.

In reply, all he did was sigh.

The vampire walked in front of him and then sat in a chair next to him. "If that dog," Edward began, not able to completely mask the venom on the word, "Is-"

"He's not a dog!" Harry found himself saying rather loudly, feeling surprisingly protective of the wolfshifter.

"Harry. You need to understand something about me and my family and the shifters. We hate each other, always have; it's in our blood. Now, I appreciate you sticking up for us while you were on the Reservation, but you are a very stubborn young human."

"How did you-"

"How do I know what happened a month ago?" Edward questioned with a smirk. "I read your thoughts."

"I knew I've been feeling someone else in my head!" Harry exclaimed. "Those damn Occlemency lessons weren't worth shit!" he finished with a pout.

"As interesting as that sounds," Edward continued with a chuckle, "Let me continue, please. As I said, you are stubborn, very stubborn. I know you feel a pull towards the Reservation, more specifically to that Paul you keep thinking about. Despite every fiber of my being disagreeing with me, you need to go over there. You've lost weight while being here and you don't have any weight to lose. I can take you over there right now."

"But Edward, they-"

"No," the vampire interrupted, placing a cold finger on Harry's lips. "They weren't trying to control you. They weren't even insulting us on purpose. In their minds and hearts, we are the enemy and vice versa. I told you that every part of me was disagreeing with my words just a moment ago. Even now, I feel like I'm telling you to go to your death. It's just what we are, natural enemies. I'm sure you understand the sentiment."

Harry's thoughts instantly shot to Draco Malfoy; he laughed.

"Good," Edward said, standing to walk away. "I'll grab you a jacket and we can leave."

"Wait!" Harry said. "It's dark out; can you take me tomorrow? I'm tired."

The vampire sighed. "You're tired because you've been eating less and less, but fine. I'll take you in the morning." He caught Harry off gaurd by scooping him up and walking towards the living room to walk up the stairs.

"Woah! What are you doing?"

"I'm putting you to bed," Edward replied. "And Esme is cooking you a big breakfast in the morning; we can't let you go over there and let them think we've been mistreating you."

"And I'll dress you up!" a higher-pitched vampire exclaimed from somewhere upstairs.

Edward laughed. "Alice has been dying to play dress-up with you," he explained.

Harry huffed and let his body go limp in Edward's arms. "You guys are insane," he mumbled, silently glad that they hadn't been like this for the past month even if it had been rather uneventful and boring.

"Us? Boring?" Edward questioned, walking into a room with a large, and very comfortable, bed in the middle of it.

"Have you been reading my mind the entire time I've been here?"

Edward had the decency to look a little shameful. "You just think about the most interesting things!" he tried to defend himself. "Like the game called Quidditch? And the entire Weasely family sounds like fun." He put Harry on the bed and smiled. "I'll try to cut back."

"Please do," Harry replied with a yawn, not knowing he had been this tired.

Edward laughed. "Good night, Harry."

"G' night," was the sleepy reply.

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Jacob felt a little guilty for suddenly bailing on his mate, but he knew he could end up feeling a lot more guilty. Perhaps because Draco had just looked so damn fuckable! It was really hard having an attractive mate that he couldn't touch.

"Dad! I'm home," he called as he walked into his house. He walked in the kitchen to see what his dad was making for dinner and to see if he had enough for two. So maybe he didn't make a promise with his dad, but he needed some sort of excuse to get away from his sexy imprint.

His dad wasn't there. Hmmm... There was a plate on the table that was wrapped up in foil with a note on top. "Dear Jacob," he read, "I've gone to Sam and Emily's. They have ultrasound pictures. Eat this if you're hungry and come join us. Dad."

He didn't want. That dream of him and Draco with a little girl was still fresh on his mind, even after a month. He had been so happy for Sam and Emily and now it just hurt to think about all thanks to that damn dream. He just couldn't erase that matching pair of silver eyes from of his head, and he had always wanted to have a daughter.

Okay, maybe not always. But when he'd grown up and actually thought seriously about his future, he knew that he wanted kids. And he knew that no matter what, he wanted a girl. They were so cute, and everyone knows who little girls love... Their daddy! His sisters hung of their dad like he would disappear one day; Jacob knew that his father could do no wrong in his sister's eyes. He would never admit it to the guys, but he wanted a little girl that thought he was a hero and that he could do no wrong.

Not that he would trade Draco for anything! Never! He had been confused but accepted that he had imprinted on a guy because he knew that Draco was the world to him. However, that damn dream really got to him. And it wasn't really because he knew the dream would never come true. It was more like... Like... It was like he had that dream for a reason, not that that made any damn sense to him!

"Whatever," he grumbled, tossing the note in the trash and doing the same with the foil covering the food. He then put the full plate in the microwave and plopped down at the table.

A few minutes later, as he was eating his food, a foreign scent hit his nose. The first thought that hit his mind was Draco because it reminded him of his mate's scent. However, there was something different about it, and it was enough of a difference for him to deem it not Draco and therefore a threat.

He put his fork down and stood from the table, making his way towards the back door where the smell was strongest. As he walked he cracked his knuckles and prepared for a fight; he didn't like intruders, especially ones at his house where his dad stayed a good bit of the time. Even being old and in a wheelchair, Billy Black could take care of himself, but Jacob still worried about him.

When he stood before the door he heard a scratching sound, like something was clawing at the door. He relaxed a bit, thinking it must be some wild animal, but he'd never smelled anything like this before...

He unlocked the door and reached to pull it open, hearing whatever it was out there hurriedly move away. He threw the door open in hopes of not letting the creature escape. What he saw took his breath away.

It was a wolf. A beautiful, all white wolf, whiter than snow. It's coat was perfectly smooth and soft looking, not a tangle in sight; it's body was lean and full. This was not a wild animal. It looked like it had been well fed and well groomed, but it also had a certain look in it's eyes that didn't seem tamed.

Those eyes...

Those eyes were silver, like mercury, like Draco...

"No..." That was impossible. He just stared.

The wolf tilted its head to the side (Cute!) before taking a step towards Jacob. The shifter didn't move; the wolf stepped closer and closer until it was close enough for Jacob to touch. It looked up at him with those big silver eyes and then nudged it's head against his thigh like it wanted to be petted.

Woah. Jacob reached down and placed a hand on the animal's head, rubbing it lightly. The creature's tail started wagging; he laughed.

He crouched down and stared into the wolf's eyes. There was no mistaking it; those were Draco's eyes. And that scent... It was Draco's! It was just mixed in with the scent of a wolf. Still... He had to ask... "Draco...?" Maybe he was crazy... Or asleep. He wouldn't be surprised to be dreaming because his dreams were all kinds of confusing lately.

The wolf made a small barking noise before giving him a long, wet lick on his cheek. The wolf then put its front paws on his chest and pushed him onto his back. Then, right before his eyes, the wolf morphed into Draco.

"Hello, Jacob," the blonde said with a smirk.

"Hi," the shifter replied breathlessly, sitting up on his elbows. "I almost forgot that you told me you could shift as well... Wow..."

Draco laughed. "I told you that I would show you one day. I was walked, did you notice?"

"Of course."

"It hit me after you left. I wondered if the potion I drank would paralyze my Animagus form as well; it doesn't."

"And what brought that on?" Jacob questioned.

"Well," Draco replied, face heating up, "I was thinking that the potion keeps us from sharing certain things that we should be able to share... And um... I may have wanted to share this with you... instead..." he finished softly, embarassed. Dammit! I really need to stop blushing around him all of the time.

Jacob reached up and pulled the blonde's face to his own, kissing his lips. "Thank you," he said. He smiled. "Do you want to run with me?"

Draco perked up at that. "I'd love to! I've never seen your wolf form before!" he exclaimed excitedly. Oh hell! Do I really sound like an excited schoolgirl! He turned wolf again and jumped off of the bigger teen. He cocked his head expectedly.

Jacob laughed. "I'm a good bit bigger than you are," he pointed out, standing up. He had tossed his shirt aside when he got home earlier, and all he had to remove was his pants. He reached for the button but paused at the steady silver gaze. "Are you going to watch me get naked?"

The white wolf's jaw dropped rather comically, and Jacob was sure that human Draco would be blushing bright red, but wolf Draco stood its ground and nodded its head slightly. I've never seen a shifter change before... I don't want to miss it. And maybe he was curious to see if dream Jacob was as well built as real Jacob...

"Okay," Jacob smiled with a shrug even though he was sure his face was feeling even warmer than usual. He slid his jeans off and then tossed his boxers to the side. He only allowed himself a moment of pride before shifting.

Wow... Jacob was huge, at least twice Draco's size! That was a lot of wolf. But he looked very impressive, large and russet. Those warm eyes were smiling and he had a wolfish grin.

Suddenly, the large brown wolf crouched down, catching the smaller white one off gaurd.

He wouldn't dare.

Draco's silver eyes widened as that massive brown shape launched itself at him. Apparently he would. A split second later he was bolting for the trees.

That bloody arse!

Damn! He runs fast.

Jacob hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Draco hadn't had this much fun... ever.

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