Hello again! This is C, and what you are reading right now is Hairy Pawter, chapter 5, which I have named Unmarked for a reason that you will later know. This chapter is rated K+, seeing as Harry is currently naked and at the mercy of his enemy ;) but I can promise you that this will not end in lemon, for all of you perverts out there.

I do not open Harry Potter in any way, except for original characters (who won't play a particularly big role anyways) and my own words. All rights and characters go to the beautiful J.K. Rowling.

Brownie Points:

Draco: 4 BP. 1/2 from kistenbabe for being such a cute, clueless human being (I agree *squeals*), and another half from FirebenderWhopper for him being contingent and not freaking the hell out (don't worry, he will). And, 1/4 from Elliac Sivad (I'm too lazy to do actual math right now so I rounded yours to 1/4 :3) for seeing Harry in the nude! (*internet high five*)

Harry: 5 3/4 BP (jeez, he's popular this chapter!). 1 BP from Phoenix320 for correcting Draco's homework and being naked in front of Draco! I agree with you! Another from sybil branson jr. for doing Dracos homework and for falling asleep in the aforementioned's lap (d'awwww!), 1/4 from kistenbabe for him being a smart kitty and being so fluffy :3, and 1/4 from Ellic Sivad for being naked and getting away with correcting Draco! (:D)

Hermione: 1 BP.

Mr. Monarch/Dust Bunny: 1 BP (I am never going to take that one off, I don't care how ridiculous it is).

Snape: 3/4 BP.

Blaise: 1/2 BP.

Pomfrey: 1/4 BP, from kistenbabe for taking care of Draco. Good idea! I hope she gets more!

Me: 2/4 BP, again from Ellic Sivad for actually having the brilliance to come up w/ the magnificent idea of having Draco see a butt-naked Harry Potter. (Thanks, that really means a lot!)

Welp, my computer is acting up. Sorry for the short chapter, I have decided to do more updates but shorter chapters. The plot will be very fast-paced from now on. Thanks again to you all for reading this! Please review!

~C

Life is an odd thing some days; if you're completely blissful one day, chances are that the next day, shit is going to go down. Or every single time it seems that you have the advantage in a fight, someone decides to stab you in the back and laugh as your situation tumbles out of control. And as you fall, and lie there unmoving on the ground, you are most likely, no matter how cowardly it is, to get kicked. In short, there are times, in every person's life, when fate decides to screw your hopes over and completely fuck things up.

This, unfortunately, was one of those times for Harry Potter.

The last thing he remembered was falling off Draco Malfoy's bed, which was bad enough already. On top of that, he changed back into a human, so it would make for a rather uncomfortable explanation, endless taunting, and probably a front-page article on the Daily Prophet when Draco woke up (which he did). But today, the gods, whoever they were, were obviously PMS-ing and just wanted to watch the world burn.

And that is how Harry ended up naked at his enemy's feet. Yes, how suggestive.

Draco must have felt only a little bit less embarrassed and awkward. He was showing such a discomposed expression that Harry was totally unfamiliar with. There was a moment when no words were spoken and they remained motionless. The tenseness in the air was choking Harry, so no words would be able to leave his lips anyways. Draco's eyes were so disturbed and exhausted as they watched Harry sit at the side of his bed that Harry almost wouldn't have been surprised if he said, "Screw this, I've had enough weirdness for one week." and going back to sleep. Too be honest, that didn't sound like such a bad idea to Harry, compared to his current predicament.

The only thing that stuck out to Harry in this scene was the wand that sat on the bedside table, well out of Harry's reach. If his arm was about three feet longer…

Harry dove for the table. Everything slowed for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco's head turn as he moved, his mouth drop open, and his arm slowly reach out to stop Harry. He felt his fingers brush the wand and he gripped onto it. Thinking back to the Potions Closet, he sputtered the words that he did in the Potions Closet as closely resembling as he could.

And turned himself back into a cat.

For a moment the greenish clouds that had erupted from the wand when Harry cast the spell left Draco coughing. Harry sat in the haze and examined his paws. He was a cat again, wasn't he? Suddenly, his brain caught up with what he just did. He laid his head on his paws in shame. He turned himself back into a cat. Now he had to deal with - he looked at the coughing, sputtering blonde that sat on the bed - this for the next however many more weeks, maybe even longer this time. He glanced at Draco again. He felt some kind of emotion - pity? No, that wasn't it. Maybe he was sorry that he made him cough…? His brain scrambled to describe this feeling, but for some reason the word adorable was the only word he could find. He nearly slapped himself.

When the dust cleared, Draco looked at Harry and finally got a chance to wonder what the hell was going on. He could have sworn that he saw Harry Potter in his room, and naked, at that. Now only Paws sat in his place, looking innocent and oblivious as always. He mewled softly and hopped back onto the bed. He must have fallen off, poor thing. Draco took him in his lap, confused expression unchanging, and looked at his green eyes. It was funny, for a moment, Paws looked like… he… Oh.

This time, it was Draco that fell off of the bed.

Blaise yawned and rubbed his eyes from the other side of the room. "What's wrong this time, Draco?" He looked at Draco, who was gasping and pointing to Paws, who was sitting on the bed in a very composed manner for a cat. "What're you rambling on about, Draco?" he prodded further. Draco's eyes were bugging out of his head, and he was staring at the cat like Paws was possessed and just tried to kill him. This time, Draco squeaked and murmured some words that were too scattered for Blaise to hear. "Come again?"

"Harry Potter."

Blaise rubbed his temple for a moment, and then yelled, "Pansy!" The door creaked open a few moments later and Pansy poked her head through it. The tangle of hair topped her head like whip cream on a sundae.

"Yes?" She croaked. Her hair bounced on the top of her head.

"I think Draco might still be sick." Blaise poked Draco, also known as the shivering ball that currently was on the floor. "He keeps calling Paws 'Harry Potter'."

This got Draco off of the floor. "I swear, I woke up because I heard something and I saw Potter, and he was naked!" Draco was waving his hands all over and came very close to knocking over his glass of water that was on the table. He flinched and backed away from it.

By this time, Nott was up and he had heard the whole conversation. He walked over to Draco, bent down, and put his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco," he sighed. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"Wha… no!It's not like that! Idiot, I should've never told you guys…"

Harry, from the bed, quirked his head to the side. Not telling them what…?

Draco continued, seeing that no one was stopping him. "Just because I'm queer doesn't mean that I'm in love with every boy that I mention! Ugh, you guys!" Blaise let out a cough that sounded mysteriously like a laugh. "And you! I'm sick of you always jumping me and harassing me and then covering it up with some lame-ass excuse! I hate having to look around every fucking corner to make sure that you're not hiding there and waiting to grab my ass or something! I DON'T LOVE YOU!" He roared the last part, but then covered his mouth. Oh, God. I didn't want to say that. Everyone has heard me, now. Blaise sat on the bed, dumbstruck. That wasn't exactly the response that he was expecting, and it… hurt.

"It's okay, Draco." Pansy seemed to have read his mind. "I put a Muffling charm on the door before I came in." She… expected this? "How about we just let you sleep for now. You seem tired." She motioned for Nott to go back to his bed. "Goodnight," she said before closing the door. Blaise kind of stared at him for a couple seconds, but then climbed into his covers, back turned to Draco, and fell asleep.

Draco turned to go back to bed, but froze when he saw Harry sitting there (in cat form). "You," he hissed. "You, I know you're not a cat. No one else believes me, but I know that you're that bastard." He snatched his pillow and stalked down to the Common Room. He's sleeping downstairs? Talk about paranoid. Then again, Harry had freaked him out quite thoroughly tonight, so this was what was expected. Still, Harry was a bit hurt that he called him a bastard. Upset? No, he was supposed to be pissed off, not hurt… Since when could Draco Malfoy make him sad?!

After this concept, he was brought to the one statement that Draco had let slip: he was gay. Draco Malfoy was gay. Who knew about this? Did his parents know? Were his parents homophobic? Was he homophobic? What would he do when he got out of here, and finally had the freedom to tell everyone the tortures that he had endured? He would be able to spread this around the school faster than wildfire, but for some reason… he didn't think that he wanted to. This was something so utterly personal to Draco that even Harry, his rival, couldn't bring himself to embarrass and hurt Draco as much as this would. He must have already suffered a lot at home, if he had told his folks. As strange as it was, Harry didn't have his usual urge to utterly humiliate him. It was… new. Harry had no opinion on it.

The next morning left him as confused as he had been right after he turned himself back into a cat, and he had the same reaction. The shock and humiliation of his stupidity and complete hysteria took over, the usual. He managed to control himself enough to wonder where Draco had gone, as it was obvious that he wasn't here. The room showed signs of a hurry, so he probably just grabbed his clothes from his other suitcase and run into the bathroom, which was across the room, to change. The bathroom, however, showed signs of someone taking their sweet time. Most likely, Draco was in there at the moment using up all of the hot water. Harry wished that he could take a shower. It had been so long since he had taken a real one, other than licking himself clean.

Harry waited until the shower turned off, and decided to have a little fun with Draco. He sat down on the bed, staring intently at the door. Draco hummed in the bathroom as he got himself ready for the day, and Harry rolled his eyes at this. The door opened, Draco gathered up his stuff, and began to walk towards his bed to put his things away. Harry wished he had a camera so badly. The blonde froze, dropped his stuff, and sprinted from the room, no shoes on or anything. Wheezing and cat-laughing, Harry rolled around on the bed and caught himself before he fell off. He didn't know Draco was that afraid of him. He felt a sliver of guilt poke into his stomach, but he ignored it like he usually would.

Ron's head shot up during a Potions test, like he had the answer to something, which was unusual. Professor Snape saw the sudden movement from across the room, and wondered why and how Weasley had the answer to anything. The redhead started to furiously scribble on a scrap of parchment that he had ripped from his test parchment. Snape rolled his eyes at the idiotic action. He would take points away for that later. He watched as Weasley folded the paper and stuffed it in the robe of his sleeve for safe keeping. The amount of eye-roll-worthy things that Weasley did was overwhelming. But he couldn't help but wonder what was written on that paper. What was Weasley up to?

"Weasley," Snape's voice rang through the classroom, an ominous, obvious threat. Snape smirked when he heard the redhead gulp. Snape held out his hand and motioned for Weasley to come forward. Weasley shakily got out of his seat, the rest of the class on the edge of theirs. "Hand me the paper."

"But sir-"

"The paper."

The paper was slowly tilted out of the ginger's sleeve, and he handed it to him with a sorrowful look occupying his face. He flinched when it was whooshed from his hand and held up to the professor's face. Ron heard a puzzled silence and barely contained his grin.

"Extra parchment." Ron heard the paper fwip down from Snape's nose.

"Yes, can I have it back now?"

Snape extended his hand, but Ron decided not to push his luck. He cautiously took it from Snape and plunked it back into his sleeve. He took his seat again and resumed with his test. There were no other disturbances for the rest of the class.

What was going on?

The group of Gryffindor girls that giggled while they strolled down the corridors appeared as normal as any other clan of squealing girls that attended Hogwarts. They were average height, at the average age of fifteen, fairly average looks, and they were overall… well, average. The girls laughed as one of them told a joke, and linked arms on their walk back to their dormitory.

One of them, going by the name of Briar Lashwood stretched when she got to her dorm. She had quietly slipped from the group when they announced that they were going to the library. She had had a ridiculously long day, so that she almost fell asleep on her feet. She flopped onto her bed, sighing as she let herself sink into the soft, down-filled blanket.

She didn't notice the shape outside her window, lurking until the spell of sleep fell upon her to strike.

Quitting the Quidditch team would be a tough thing to do. The rest of the team wouldn't be too fond of losing their Seeker right after the tryouts. Considering that Crabbe and Goyle were on the team, as well, would only make it harder. They would get even more suspicious and then Draco would have to do even more explaining than he already was doing. He was in a corner, for the thousandth time in his life, there was no way he could escape. He pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to calm the pain in his head. It always seemed to be this way: somehow every problem found a way to lead back to him, and along the way of creating said problem he had managed to distort the conditions so that there was no way he could fix it.

Draco Malfoy hated his life.

...and as the young Malfoy sat, moping in his dormitory and trying to come to a conclusion on how to quit the Quidditch team, a black cloak swished past the brush at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The face that was enveloped in the hood of it lightened a bit and smiled as the task that the owner of the face was there to accomplish in the first place. The Owner glanced at the window of the castle and waited for the sound that was expected to erupt at any moment.

A scream pierced the dusk air; birds flew off their trees as the screech ripped through the night.

With another swish of the cloak, The Owner was gone, and the Forbidden Forest was returned to its previous state, unmarked and unharmed, unlike the girl in the castle that was currently screaming.

Who is this dude/chick? What did he/she just do? Where are my pants?

wait wut

But I did tell you guys that The Owner (that's the name) would play a big part in the story. Leaving you with this cliffhanger, please review, and I will see you next chapter!

~C