Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort using powers gained form his newly acquired, very rare and extremely powerful Animagus form. But this extraordinary gift has its downsides. And when Harry imprints on a stranger in the wood will he be able to complete the bond or should the question will he want to. Ok so this is my second ever story and first ever Harry Potter fic so R&R.

Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, though I wish I did.

Warning: this story contains YAOI boy/boy don't like don't read.

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Chapter 4

Draco was cranky.

The blond was currently sitting in Potion's, which of course inevitably had to be the first two classes of a Monday morning. The exhausted teen closed his heavy eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose almost painfully. He willed himself to concentrate on Snape's droning voice, yes droning- even Draco had to admit that the Head of Slytherin's voice could make a house-elf lose the will to clean. He was a swot, not death. The droll Professor was momentarily explaining how to make today's assigned potion but for the life of him, the blond couldn't even recall its name.

The unmotivated teen hadn't been able to sleep all weekend. His head buzzed and his throat ached and when he had managed to gab a few hours shut-eye, it was overwhelmed with incoherent dreams that the Slytherin couldn't recollect when he was awake.

Last nights dream, had been tangibly difference however, though it had started out like the rest- from what Draco could discern- with flashes of trees and of wings beating the air and laboured breathing. Nevertheless the change had been distinct, for when the boy had awoke in middle of the night, he was panting and sweating and also sporting the biggest hard on he'd had since second year.

The drowsy wizard groaned silently, looked down at his barely legible notes and sighed. The action irritated his scratchy throat, which was another of the many culprits that had ensured his sleepless nights. At first the youngest Malfoy had blamed it on the after affects of Potter's little choke hold but after two days he had to allow that, that probably wasn't the case. Maybe he was getting a cold? It did feel similar to the dry ach that normally would precede a chough. Yet something told the intuitive boy that it was more than the usual cold, for the soft flesh at the back of his throat burned in the strangest way.

He was shaken from his musings by Golye who was that day's lab partner it seemed, it appeared that Snape had ordered the class to gather the ingredients and equipment the that would be needed for that day's practical. Sliding slowly from his stool he fallowed the large Slytherin to collect the things that they'd need.

Geoffrey had been one of the rebelling Slytherin that had fallowed Droco to the light side. The large boy had fought surprisingly well. In the past few restless nights Draco became aware that other Slytherin often had nightmares about the War; the blond had even heard the bulky teen sobbing his best friends name once or twice. Crabe had died early-on in battle, it still unsettled Draco to see the absent boy's empty bed each day; he couldn't even imagine how Golye felt.

His sleep-clogged mind registered that Geoffrey had turned to fetch their equipment and he turned to do the same with the ingredients, trying to think back to the lecture to remember what it was they needed.

The Pureblood was heading back to his table, his long arms full, when he caught sight of the Gryffindor Wonder Boy setting his own equipment up across the room. Potter looked terrible, Draco noted almost as bad as the blond felt.

Setting the ingredients down he smothered a yawn and mechanically helped Gloye set up, his mind still on The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Draco hadn't seen the raven haired wizard all weekend and part of him was glad- No, all of him was glad!- the sleep deprived boy corrected mentally. For a moment the Slytherin had actually thought the Golden Boy was going to kill him on Friday night, he shook the tired thought away as he stirred the caldron three time clockwise, the blond wondered if Potter was having trouble sleeping too. 'Good' he thought half-heartedly, too shattered to inject the proper amount of spite into the barb. God he really needed to get some sleep and that's where his plan came into action.

He had briefly considered not transforming tonight, in case he ran into Potter. But he was so tired that this point that he really didn't care one way or the other. Plus he missed it.

He planed on running himself to utter exhaustion in order to tire himself to the point wear he could scarcely move his feet to make it back to his bed. Hell he was willing to sleep in the Owlery if it helped! He was distracted from his crazed notions of nesting down with the owls- blame the lack of sleep- by his godfather's voice deducting House points from someone. Potter.

Realizing that it was nothing out of the ordinary he looked back down at his own potion on the desk in front of him just as it turned a pretty shade of purple, which was a bad thing as it was a meant to be a milky Puss colour. Sighing the shattered bond look down at his notes and set about trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

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The Gryffindor common room was sedate; the occupants went about their nightly routines, sat quietly in conversation or finished last minute assignments.

Harry moved a little further away from where he was sitting with his back to the scorching fireplace. It was his preferred location. Hermione always said 'that if he could, that black haired boy would probably sit in the fire.' He just liked to be warm.

He let his Quidditch toned legs fall till they were crossed in front of him and set his half finished assignment down on them.

The boy had spent nearly all weekend doing homework but thankfully he was almost up to scratch. He only had four more inches of parchment left and then he'd been done.

Harry was aware that he was using it as a distraction from the Dragon but it was a damn sight better than moping around thinking of the other Animagus. So he did homework!? 'God I'm a loser!' the green eye Saviour thought severely. However no matter how he detained himself during the day the Hero of the Wizarding world could not bring himself to stop transforming each night and hunting the grounds, it had be become his nightly routine. Plus it always seemed a little easier to sleep somehow, once he'd been in his Lyfith form and sleep was alluding him as much as the Dragon these days.

" Harry?" Hermione asked from where she was sitting on a faded burgundy couch– beside a dozing Ron- in front of him. She had of course finished all of her assignments already; instead she sported a heavy volume with battered edges, researching.

" I think I just found something that might interested you!" the intelligent witch said.

"What is it?" the boy on the floor asked.

"An article written by a man called Matious Thorn." The girl paused dramatically.

"Why would that interest me?" Harry asked, his tired mind trying to make the connection.

"Well only because Thorn also had a magical creature as his Animagus form. A Phoenix!" Hermione smirked as Harry's eyes widened.

"What does it say?" Harry inquired picking himself up off the floor and moving to sit between Hermione and her now snoring boyfriend.

"Well it short, it details what powers he gained from the form, then goes on to talk about his some of the power manifesting while in human form."

"Like the concealments?" The witch just pointed to a line in the book, so Harry read:

'…it became more and more apparent that my human tears also contained healing properties, not only that for as time when on I was astounded to find that the ability had progressed in power and spread to my hands. It is a wonderful thing to be able to simply lay your hands on an injured person and watch as their pain disappears…'

Harry stopped reading and looked at the busy haired girl, " So it's a normal thing then…for people who have a magical creature as an Animagus from.

" It would appear so," The witch reflected, "With a added possibility for the skills to intensify. Have you noticed anything unusual?"

Harry thought back "No. Other than seeing concealments, I don't think so?"

" Well I guess it something for you to keep an eye out for." Hermione said shutting the book and setting it on the tattered arm of the sofa. She glanced back at Harry when she heard the boy yawn and took in the sight of her snoring boyfriend next to him and smiled fondly, " Why don't you head to bed Harry? You've been looking so worn out lately." The Muggle-born witch suggested gently.

Harry sighed and nodded running a lazy hand through his untidy black hair, knowing that he had a few more hours before he would find any sleep that night. Ignoring the thought, he rose to his feet pulling the unconscious redhead with him. He wished Hermione goodnight and made his way towards the 7th year's boy dorms.

Awhile later he was padding lightly through the shadowed woods, the fallen leaves silencing whatever sound he would have made.

Sharp emerald eyes scanned for any sign of the stranger, he tried to remind himself not to be too disappointed when the Dragon didn't show, he needed to practice flying and maybe even his elemental magic anyway. He wasn't very convincing.

But when he got to the clearing the other Animagus was there, seemingly waiting for him. All thoughts of training and weariness disappeared in a blink as their eyes met, to be replaced by a glowing that sang trough his tried mind and filled his aching chest.

He smiled.

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Draco watched as the Lion appeared between the trees, as the blond knew he would. He wasn't annoyed at the Gryffindor's arrival, in fact he was surprisingly eager for the company- even if it was Potter- for the lethargy he had felt since Friday had lifted when the grey eyed teen had transformed- to the Slytherin's everlasting relief- and for some reason was disposed of altogether as his school rival entered the glade. So Draco was in a light mood- he wouldn't call it giddy, Malfoy's weren't giddy, but it was in that neighbourhood- at the present and couldn't wait to use the energy that was suddenly buzzing through his veins.

The Slytherin automatically tightened the muscles in his awkward legs, reinforcing his stance as the Lion came galloping over and slid to a stop in front of him.

Draco fallowed as the cat-like face shifted from a joyous grin to a mixture between confused and accusing- an expression that clearly said "where the hell have you been?"

Well obviously Draco didn't want to get into that- plus it's not like he could've answered even if he had wanted to. So master of evasion that he was, he leapt forward and shoved Potter firmly- the Lyfith rightly startled stumbled back, though he didn't fall like Draco had. The young Malfoy snorted a laugh at the rapidly blinking Gryffindor and turned running as fast as his gangly legs could move.

The other Animagus caught up with him easily, ramming into the Dragon as he came level with the blond.

They ran like that for a long time shoving and pushing and even once or twice getting into playful tussles, rolling over each other, legs and wings entangling.

The first time was after Potter gave a particularly hard knock- really didn't the boy know his own stupidly, outlandish strength? One of Draco's front legs had come down clumsily on an unexpected dip in the forest floor, thinking only that if he was going down then Potter was bloody well going down too. They had landed in an inelegant heap of tangled limbs, Potter's head had pinned one of Draco's bat-like wings to the ground as the blond body had fallen on the Gryffindor's right flank.

A quick brawl had ensued, each trying to gain an advantage; Draco had even playfully sunk his sharp teeth into the Lion's hard flesh at one point- though never anywhere near hard enough to do damage-. It ended with Draco pinned with his back to the floor, staring up Potter's insanely, intense green eyes. Had they always been that bright?

The sudden stillness had made their harsh breathing seem all the louder. The two boys had gazed at one another mesmerised and unable to look away, clouds of air huffing from their mouths panting mouths. Then blond had remembered that this was Potter, Potter! And pushed the other off him, he started to race through the trees once more.

They broke trough the line of trees that bordered the edge of a large pond at full pelt. Draco had gained quite a bit of speed as he'd gotten use to coordinating his long limbs. Now the blond put on an extra burst of speed, pushing his hard-working muscles to their limits and glorying in the pure, unadulterated high that came from the reckless abandonment that fallowed. Draco didn't even pause to see if Potter had kept up. Once at the water's edge the young Dragon threw himself carelessly into the air, his back legs colliding powerfully against the ground as he sprung into the air above the pond. Snapping his immense wings open he continued his ascent effortlessly into the night sky.

After a few moments he realized that he was alone in the air, gliding gracefully in the updraft, he searched for the other Animagus. His enhanced eyes soon picked the Lyfith out, a black shadow against the dark background, standing just back from the still water of the glass-like pond. He could see the Gryffindor watched him adamantly. The Slytherin circled back toward the Hero, drifting lower with each past and dropping to the floor just before the impressed Lion.

The blond looked at the other wizard, his brow lifted in question as he swung his lithe neck back towards the sky above the water. Why didn't Potter fly?

The-Boy-Who-Lived just shook his meined head and backed even further from the dark pond. Draco was confused, 'Didn't Potter like to fly?' The blond found that hard to believe, thinking of the pure ecstasy that adorned the boy's face when he was playing quidditch.

His confusion must have showed, for the young Lion smiled sheepishly and lowered his dark head in embarrassment.

Abruptly it clicked, he couldn't fly, 'Potter couldn't fly!' the thought was ridiculous and hilarious all that once. Draco couldn't hold back the snorting laughter that erupted from his throat 'I was-he couldn't-' oh god it was just too funny. Emerald eyes watched wearily, his brow furrowed in a frown, though there was an hesitant smile on the Lyfith lip's.

Draco tried in vine to get control of himself but when he met the other's gaze, the laughter redoubled with a vengeance- he was… yes alright he was giddy with it- it practically choked him, bringing back the momentarily forgotten soreness that had plagued the blond's throat the last few days.

Suddenly with a hiccup like motion, a jet of flame spewed from the shocked Dragon's mouth. The boy's laughter stopped instantly. The blond snapped his jaw shut and looked to where the other Animagus sat before him, his green eyes wide in shock, part of his *thick black mein smoking where the flames had singed it.

If Draco could've blush he would have. 'What the hell was that?' he couldn't even look at the other boy for mortification.

He was surprised further a moment later when Potter rumbled his own laugh- thrust the Boy Wonder to take a bolt of fire to the face and merely laugh. However when Draco peeked up at the still smoke Lion, he couldn't help the rueful smile that pulled at his lip's.

After a long moment mutual amusement, he looked up to see that the moon was already high in the sky, 'where had the time gone?' Potter had follow his glance and seem to realize that it was time for them to part.

Green eyes met his in question and nodded back towards their clearing 'their clearing?' Draco ignored the wayward thought as he realized that the Gryffindor was asking if Draco would come tomorrow.

He really shouldn't, this was Potter as all, his rival and nemesis but he found himself inexplicably nodding that he would. His grey eyes widened slightly at the look of pure unrestrained glee that settled of the other wizard's face. Trying not to smile himself, Draco nodded farewell and sprang into the air once more. Headed for home.

Later as the blond got into bed he realized that the bone-deep weariness was all but gone and with it his sore throat, it must have had something to do with tonight spurt of fire. Thinking amusedly of the Gryffindor's smoking mein the blond fell asleep.

He was running, wind whipping against his face as his lungs struggled for air.

He was trying to get away- no get ahead, yes! He was racing. Draco couldn't see what was behind him, he only knew that it gained on him with every stride and that, that was unacceptable.

The landscape around him changed constantly, a dark forest, the grounds at Malfoy Mannor, the school corridors but trough them all he ran, excitement and anticipation infusing his ragged breaths.

Then he was falling, damp earth and rain-sleeked leaves breaking his fall, as Potter's Lyfith from crashed into him. Then they where wrestling, though much rougher than they had before, scratching and growling with the effort to come out top and Draco sunk his teeth in the Lions neck deeply, drawing blood and rejoicing in the taste of it. But inevitably he was once more staring up into a pair of intense green eyes.

And Draco realized with dulled shock that they were somehow once again in human form, his back now pinned against a table, Potter's hands rapped firmly around his throat, though they didn't strangle as they'd had before.

Instead they caressed the pale column of flesh, Draco moaned at the sesation wanting more, he moved his head to the side exposing more of his skin to the boy above and gasped as lips meet his throat, biting down forcefully and then soothing the abused spots with tender licks. Darco groaned and rapped his slim fingers into the boy's dark hair.

When he felt his rival press his hard arousal against his thigh, Draco thought that he should be disgusted, but the feeling of the other teen's large erection only served to make his own cock twitch. He could feel Potter's hot tongue mapping out his chest- which for some reason was bare…hm? But the blond couldn't bring himself to care, there was more important things happening at the moment, such as tanned, calloused hands running greedily up and down his arms, sending jolts of pleasure through that young Malfoy.

He was so deliciously hard and potter was rubbing against him in just the right way at he couldn't stop the panting whimpers that came from his soft pink lip's as the Saviour's teeth pulled harshly at a pert nipple then flicked the sensitive nub with his talented tongue. The blond felt one to the boy's hand slip down between his trapped legs and a gently squeezed the Slytherin's cloth covered erection, making him call out in ecstasy. The aroused blond rapped his long legs around the other boy's trim waist, endeavouring to get better friction. It worked, he was practically rubbing himself off in Potter's helpful hand and the thought just seemed to fuel his excitement, he was so close, so close! Draco saw those deep green eyes boring into his own lust darkened orbs as he panted towards release, supple lips on his were the trigger and suddenly Draco was coming hard and fast.

The Slytherin boy startled awake, sitting up swiftly and looking around eyes wide. His chest heaving and his boxers were sticky. Realized what had just occurred, only three words coming to mind. ' What the Hell!'

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