I Am Draco Malfoy-Potter

Chapter Four: Oh My Dragon

"Hey, Draco. Do you know what an animagus is?"

Draco's eyes strayed off the book he was reading and landed on Harry's anxious face. Slowly, showing no emotion, the blond saved the page he was in and closed his book, sitting up on the large bed they had transfigured into Harry's small room.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" He knew why Harry was asking, but he wasn't about to make this easy for the Gryffindor. Learning to be animagus was danerous, especially for under age wizards.

Harry's eyes brightened at his words.

"Because I think I may be one." Harry smiled confidently. "My dad was one, my godfather, my mother."

"Yes, I do believe you have more than enough power to become one." Draco nodded.

"Then you'll help-"

"No. Not until we are at least 16. Harry, turning into an animagus is dangerous, especially when your magic isn't mature enough to protect your human body as you change." Draco explained, more than relieved when Harry's face went from disappointed to sad understanding.

"That's what I thought. My parents didn't become one until fifth year. I was just hoping..."

"It's alright to hope. There is a potion that is supposed to tell you what animal you would become. I can brew that when we get to Hogwarts if you would like." Draco offered as he went to the edge of the bed and climbed out of it. Harry was on his stomach at the foot of the bed and he watched the blond with a smile.

"I'd like that, thanks."

Draco smiled back. "No problem."

It had been three weeks into the summer. The first day had been awkward to say the least. When Draco saw his house and the rest of his family, he instantly began to put the untraceable wand to use. Changing Harry's room had been the wand's first job.

Draco had enlarged it magically, had renewed furniture, had expanded the bed, and had changed the wall paper just for that added affect.

By the end of it, he had made Harry's room look like one of the rooms in Slytherin dorms and the thought made Draco laugh and Harry cringe. Harry had actually liked the changes before Draco told him where the inspiration came from.

The Dursley's left them alone for the most part, the only one who ever came close to them was Dudley and that was only because he was curious about all the new and nice things Harry was getting and why he didn't get any too.

It had been very fun for Harry to watch Dudley beg for something that was, for the first time, too expensive for his parents to give him.

Draco had also been helping Harry with his spell works, allowing him to use the untraceable wand to practice anything he wanted. It had only been last week that he had begin to try and teach Harry some spells he believed would help protect the brunet when the tormentor came around. He didn't tell Harry that part though, he only told the younger boy that it would be helpful to get ahead in classes. Harry had more than agreed.

The brunet never thought that doing magic during the summer could be so fun. Under Draco's watch, Harry had learned new Transfiguration and Charms probably into sixth year material. Potions though, would only be studied in theory as he couldn't have Harry brewing anything in muggle house. That is where Harry's Animagus question came into play.

He had given Harry a sixth year Transfiguration book to read through before working on some spells and Harry had apparently skipped straight to the Animagus section. It didn't surprise Draco any.

"So do you know what animagus you're going to be?" Harry brought it up again during one of their morning runs. Draco had told Harry that he was aiming to beat the Gryffindor at Qudditch during the next year, but Harry protested, leading to morning runs and dull training sessions in Harry's room. It was mostly just pushups and crunches, but at least Draco had the Gryffindor working out.

"Yes I do." Draco answered easily, not even a bit winded. This had frustrated Harry because despite being the better Seeker, Harry had the worst stamina.

"And what would that be?" Harry asked, keeping pace with the taller blond.

Draco paused before he answered debating whether or not it would be good to answer at all.

"Do you know what your Patronus is Harry?" Draco asked quietly, not really expecting the green eyed boy to hear and acting surprised when he did.

"What my patronus is? A patronus has a shape?" Harry asked in confusion. Draco sighed with a fond smile and stopped running, leaving Harry to stop himself too.

"A Patronus isn't just a spell Harry, it's a reflection of our souls. A light in our hearts. Only people with light hearts can produce a Patronus." He explained carefully. "You don't focus on seeing any form in your Patronus, so for now it is only a bright light, but you can give it form if you wish, but not just any form, it takes the form of your soul."

"Can you preform a solid patronus?" Harry asked curiously.

Draco only nodded.

"I'll help you do it too when we get back home if you want." Draco smirked as he continued running. "If you can beat me there!"

"Hey!" Harry yelled running after Draco. "That's not fair!"

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"Okay, show me!"

Draco smirked openly sitting down on Harry's bed and toeing off his shoes before settling back, breathing hard. Harry had his hand on his knees doubled over trying to catch his breath.

"If I do recall correctly, I said if you beat me in the race." Draco answered and Harry shook his head.

"Come on Draco, we both know you're dying to show off." Harry grinned and Draco followed. Harry had come to know Draco really well over not only the last three weeks, but also from each and every meeting they've had during third year. For Harry, Draco's personality and his presence were refreshing. They got along so surprisingly well that Harry sometimes found himself dumbfounded.

No one could know any of this though. Expect for maybe Hermione who had joined in their study sessions every once in a while. Hermione had let go of her problems with Draco faster than Harry had imagined, but Ron still refused to trust anything named Malfoy. That would be why Harry and Ron's relationship had been a bit tense by the end of third year.

"Good point." Draco laughed before pulling out the black undetectable wand. "Expecto Patronum."

Smoothly, while lights came from the tip of Draco's wand and gathered together on the four beside the bed. A wolf standing as tall as Harry's desk and as wide as his bed stared back at him and Harry gaped.

"Wicked." breathed the brunet who brought a hand out to stroke the light wolf's head. The wolf allowed it, going as far at to give his hand a little lick before Draco vanished it.

"You've gotta show me how to do that..." Harry insisted as he went to sit beside Draco. It was easier to be close or even touch the boy now. After three weeks of sharing the same bed, no matter how big, it was to be expected.

"I could do it now if you want? We got time until breakfast."

That made Harry laugh. "I can't believe you got them to agree to have us sit at the table for meals. I have never sat with the Dursleys and I didn't think you wanted to."

"It's the principle Harry." Draco replied with his Malfoy mask, his nose in the air. "By forcing them to accept us at their table, we show them that we are strong enough to request anything we want, and if they are smart, they will do it."

"Yeah yeah, I know. You explained it already. It's just...weird." Harry shook his head. "Now come on, teach me!"

Draco smirked as he went about showing Harry again and explaining what he did and what he was feeling and thinking of.

"The memory has to be stronger than the one you used to produce the light. It also works if you have a strong will to protect. When I cast the same spell, I think of the old happy memory, and the stronger happy memory together along with the person I want to protect the most. Soon you won't have to think about it so much and you'll start to think about that person and those memories even in the hardest situations." Draco explained as the wolf came out again, moving around the room with ease and poise. So Malfoy-like.

"So what memory are you using?" Harry asked.

Draco froze. How was he supposed to tell him that the memory the blond was thinking of was the day Harry had married him and the days each of his children were born?

"A memory about my family." Draco side-stepped, his tone hard so that Harry wouldn't question further. He didn't.

"Now just picture something happy, really really happy and try it."

Harry nodded. Closed his eyes and cast the spell. "Expecto Patronum."

It only took seven tries for Harry to get a solid form that walked around the room in wonder, probably reflecting Harry's own feelings.

"What is that?" Harry asked in a daze. His patronus looked a bit like a lizard who stood on two legs. It's head was long but small with big eyes that swirled silver.

"That, my friend, is a dragon. You're one of the first people I know with a magical creature for a patronus." Draco smiled as he looked at the little dragon who came near him and sniffed at his hand. He pet the smooth scales on the patronus' head and was pleasantly surprised when it spread out its wings.

"It'll get bigger as your power grows. I'm guessing this little dragon is going to be very powerful and hard to miss when you get older." Draco commented, lying a little bit. He didn't guess, he knew. Harry's patronus would resemble Draco's animus, just as Draco's patronus was Harry's. They were soul mates after all. Not that Harry needed to know this. "Good job."

"Thanks."

The rest of the day was spent with a very dazed Harry.

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"You're leaving today..aren't you?" It wasn't really supposed to be a question but that was how it sounded as Harry stood at the door to his room watching Draco pack his trunk.

"Mother wants a few days with me before I am sent to Hogwarts." Draco sighed annoyed. He didn't particularly want to go home and leave Harry at the mercy of these muggles, but his mother was still his mother.

"So you'll be leaving me alone then." Harry commented softly, sending a jab at Draco's heart with his words.

Draco sighed and stood from his squat. He'd been checking his trunk to make sure he had what he brought but paused when he saw his wand. He had his back and he wasn't going to be doing much magic around his parents. So why not?

"Here. You keep this." Draco handed the undetectable wand to Harry. "I think you'll be needing it more. Keep those muggles in place for me will ya?"

He actually got a smile out of Harry before it fell again.

"I had fun this summer. Thanks a lot." Harry said with a dejected sigh not really sounding grateful at all.

Draco snorted. "Well thanks for that amazing show of gratitude, I'll defiantly be doing this again next summer." replied the blond sarcastically. Harry's eyes widen.

"No, I am grateful! It's just...I don't really want you to leave. I'd be alone here for a whole week before Vernon took me back to King's Cross." Harry paused. "Even then we can't be as open as we are now."

Draco understood what Harry meant, he really did, but he had already attempted to deny his mother and the woman had threatened to come get him herself. Draco couldn't let his parents know that he had spent the whole summer with Harry Potter, nothing good would come of it for now. He would have to wait for Voldemort's Resurrection to convert his father.

"I know you'll be a bit lonely, but we'll find a way to stay friends, you're not getting rid of me that easily. I just got you!" Draco protested animatedly making Harry laugh. Exactly what he wanted.

"You aren't getting rid of me either. I'm just starting to like you!" A rush went through Draco at his words and he had to keep himself from pulling the Gryffindor into his arms.

"Just starting?" He asked with a frown, though what he was feeling was far from sadness.

Harry just laughed.

Draco could listen to that laugh for the rest of his light.

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"How was your summer Draco?" Lucius smiled as his son entered his study. He had hardly seen the boy but it seemed going back to Hogwarts had done the boy good. After that night where Draco woke up screaming, the boy had walked around like a corpse for his remaining time at home before school whisked him away again.

"It was good. Stayed with Blaise all summer." Draco lied easily. Even if his parents cared enough to question the Zabini's, they were more than glad to pretend if that's what pleased the Malfoy's.

"Good good, he's a good influence on you. He'll grow to do great things." Lucius praised and Draco's form went stiff.

If only you knew. Draco thought gravely, but aloud he said "I'm sure he will."

"Did you greet your mother yet?" Lucius asked. "She's been anxious to see you."

"No, I asked Winky and he was unaware of her whereabouts." Draco answered strolling forward and sitting on one of the plush chairs in front of his father's desk. "How was your summer?"

Lucius smirked brightly, a new look for the senior Malfoy. Obviously he and mother had fun. Draco thought smirking and shaking his head.

"I must thank you for the vacation you allowed me and your mother to have. We did in fact enjoy ourselves greatly." Lucius rose and eye brow suggestively getting a bellowing laugh out of Draco. He really had missed his father, no matter how mean the man was when under the stress of Voldemort.

"No need to thank me. I'll be gone next summer too." With that he rose and left the senior Malfoy's study, going in search of his mother.

He found the woman in the gardens throwing corn at the pure white peacocks.

"Hello Dragon, how was your summer?" She repeated Lucius' words from earlier and smiled dreamily. Apparently his father had actually bothered to be romantic to her this summer if her obvious cheerfulness was anything to go by.

"Mine was good and I heard all about yours from Father." He smirked into his blushing face. He knew he'd just gotten his father in trouble, but he really didn't see the bad point in it. He was still in a good mood due to his seven weeks with Harry.

"I'm sure you had fun Dragon. Those runs did you well this summer."

Draco paused at her words. He hadn't told her about his and Harry's morning runs...

"I didn't-"

"Don't lie Dragon, it isn't proper." Narcissa frowned. "Why didn't you tell us you were close with the Potter boy?"

The way she had asked the question made him hiss at her, something he never expected to do in his life.

"He is not just 'the Potter boy' mother. His name is Harry." Draco tried to avoid the actual question, but this move never worked on his mother, even if he worked on his father.

"Then why are you suddenly so close to Harry?" She asked again, pausing only briefly to say the boy's first name. "Just last summer you were raving about how much you disliked him and how much his existence is a waist of oxygen." She stopped and started at her as her son winced when she had repeated the words he had in fact once said about Harry.

"This are different now mother." Draco sighed.

"And just what is so different? Something has been going on ever since the night you woke up from that nightmare."

"It wasn't a nightmare." Draco said quietly.

"What was that?" Narcissa insisted.

"It wasn't a..." He paused. "Come with me."

He grabbed his mother's hand and began to drag her into the mansion, even as she protested behind him. He found his way into an abandoned wing and walked right through the wards dragging his mother who had stopped protesting and was now demanding that he release her.

Draco found the door he was looking for easily and opened it, pushing her inside before he looked around and followed along.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy why have you-" She stopped at the look in his face. Desperation.

"I've been keeping this to myself, shouldering this by myself. I can't do it anymore. Mum..." Her breath caught in her throat. Her little boy hadn't called her 'mum' since he turned 9. "I want to show you something." He sighed.

Walking further into the dusty room, he stood at the far wall and hit the middle board. The room was old and completely empty but that change as soon as Draco hit the wood.

It was like the room they stood in suddenly change. Clean green walls with a marble floor and a lone Pensive bowl in the middle of the room. "How did you-" She asked but stopped when her son pulled out his wand and pointed it at his temple, pulling out a silver and blue string of memories and letting them drop into the water.

"I didn't know you knew what a Pensive was." Narcissa breathed. "They don't teach you that in school and your father has never-"

"Harry showed me. Not this Harry, my Harry...just. Watch these memories mum...I need someone to lean on..." He looked down and held his right elbow with his left hand. Standing like he always had as a child when he was afraid to show his emotions. Before Lucius had taught him about the Malfoy Mask. This boy in front of her was trying to bare his soul to her and she, as a mother, had no choice but to accept.

"Okay. Okay my Dragon." She breathed and stepped forward. An urging from Draco had her inside the Pensive watching the memories by herself.

Draco stayed outside, holding his tears back as he waited for his mother to view the memories. To know everything.

Inside that Pensive he had placed the memory of her and Lucius falling at Voldemort's hands, he had placed the memories of his children's birth each, he had placed his happiest memory with Harry, as well as Harry's death, and finally, the night he had talked to his children about what he would do.

He waited at least an hour before Narcissa was out of the Pensive struggling to breath under the weight of everything she has just seen. In her mind she was trying to find a way to deny it. Maybe the memories were altered, maybe Draco was lying to her. But she knew. The memories weren't altered, the only lie was the one she was telling herself.

"Oh Dragon..." She breathed out again trying to stand. When had she fallen to her knees she wondered.

"Mum..." Draco replied going forward to help her up. Once she was on her feet, she pulled him into a hug so tight one of Draco's ribs was probably breaking.

"Oh my Dragon. You...how old are you?"

Draco hesitated to answer the question, wondering what she really thought about the whole situation.

"34."

"Oh my Dragon..." She repeated again. Draco was getting a bit agitated with the waiting for an actual response.

"Do you have anything else to say?" he asked desperately.

She shook her head into her son's shoulder before uttering those same words again. "Oh my Dragon..."

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. Relaxing in Narcissa's hold. At least she wasn't calling him crazy and sending him away.

"Oh my Dragon indeed." Draco smirked.

A/N: I've got a request for a lucky reader.

I've been writing as fast as I can and the story has been going pretty quickly, and while things are going to slow down, I need someone who would be willing to BETA my chapters and catch my mistakes. As soon as a BETA is found I will be Correcting the first few chapters too.

Would anyone like to help me out just email me: erase-the-past

I'll be sending that Beta chapters by email and then posting his/her's corrections so remember to thank the Beta in your reviews too :) Thank you very much.

And it has come to my attention that I'm taking this story really fast, and there is a reason for that. You see, the story hasn't really begun yet, not the one that I really want to tell. So I skipped over bullshit like Third year. Fourth year will be slower though as Harry and Draco start getting closer, and then during fifth year...a twist throws everything off whack. So wait for it eagerly.