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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 eight

Harry growled in frustration as he realised that he had missed a button, taking the next corridor on his right he set about redoing the annoying fastenings on the simple green cotton shirt he wore.

The Gryffindor was on his way to the infirmary to check on Malfoy, He had no clue as to what he was going to say to the blond when he seen him but the ach in his chest had persistently increased throughout the night and the need to be near the other boy overrode any awkwardness that Harry might have felt about the kiss they had shared the night before. Harry felt his face warm even thinking of it.

After the kiss they had gone immediately to the infirmary. When Pomfery- a bit rumpled from sleep- heard what had taken place she had instantly started fussing over Draco, even as she had called one to the school's many house elves and sent for the headmaster.

When Dumbldore had arrived he had been curiously, fully dressed for such a late hour and hadn't seem at all surprised to see that it was his school's two biggest rivals that had sat before him. He had however shown uncustomary astonishment when Harry had told him of the attack.

" I see" the headmaster had said, a frown creasing his normally perpetually happy face.

"I…I think they where after Malfoy" Harry tone had been one of worry and Dumbledore's bright eyes had watched as the Gryffindor's concerned gaze had fallen on his blond counterpart- who at that point in time had been wincing as Pomfrey peeled the blood stained shirt from his wounded shoulder.

"Hmmm, can you think for anyone who might wish you harm, Mr Malfoy?" Dumbledore had asked of the scowling Slytherin,

"Only about half the bloody Wizarding world" Draco had answers somewhat tersely. The blond had been sore and tried and sarcasm had felt like familiar territory to the wary teen but when Harry had reached out a placating hand- or had it been meant to comfort- whatever it was Draco had grudgingly realised that the headmaster was probably just trying to help. "One of them said I had betrayed their master, so I'm thinking that's it's most likely some renegade Deatheaters" Draco had added a bit more helpfully.

"Deatheaters! At Hogwarts." Pomfrey raised her head from her task in alarm.

"Not to worry, Poppy, I'll see to it that the wards around the grounds are strengthen, they've been a bit negligent since the demised of the dark lord." At this comment he cast a cautious glance at Harry, knowing that the boy was still a little sensitive about the topic. However the boy had hardly even been listening. His attention instead had been almost completely focused on the blond beside him. As Albus watched the look that passed between the boys he had smiled knowingly, a twinkle lighting his perceptive gaze.

Harry had not noticed the Headmaster's interest the night before and right now his thoughts were a million miles away from the old wizard as he pushed trough the infirmary doors.

Empty? Where was Malfoy? Before he had time to finish the thought Pomfrey bustled through the doors, carrying a large number of potion bottles in her arms.

"Um, where's Malfoy?" Harry asked the med-witch, trying to sound nonchalant- an effort that was somewhat ruined by the fact that he was desperately gazing around the empty infirmary at the break of dawn.

Poemfrey- bless her soul- decided not to mention this fact, instead she simply raised one finely shaped eyebrow at the Gryffindor's question, before saying, " Mr Malfoy insisted on leaving the infirmary early…earlier this morning" the old nurse frown, before continuing "He was quite pert about it to, I don't know about you but in my day children respected their elders."

'Yep that's Malfoy all right' Harry thought as he listened to the woman's rant, obediently. For all that there was this connection between them now- not to mention the undeniable attraction- Malfoy was still a git. For some reason the thought made the young Gryffindor smile.

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Draco was about to take a bite of his poached eggs; when he sensed Potter enter the Great Hall. With a sigh of relief he felt the annoying itch of longing diminish at the other's proximity.

Not brothering to look up, the blond continued with his breakfast, only to choke on it five seconds later at an unexpected hand landed on his back the neck. As he spluttered, trying desperately to drag a snatch of breath into his lungs, the hand resting on his back, thumped him firm twice successful dislodging the traitorous morsel of food.

Clearing his throat roughly Draco tried to collect himself, when he felt that he had about managed this, he turned to stare coolly at a sheepishly grinning Potter. "Saving me again Potter, how …chivalrous of you." The blond drawled, not grateful in the slightest. Why should he be, it was the moron's fault in the first place.

Harry grinned openly now, as he outright ignored the Slytherin sarcasm, "Ha Ha, yeah well you always seem to need saving these days-"

" I do not!" Draco blurted loudly in affront, seeing heads turn in their direction the blond quickly lowered his voice "I do not."

"Whatever you say Malfoy" Potter smiled indulgently.

"Potter you listen here- Wait what are you doing?! Why are you sitting down? Get up- Hey! Don't eat my food." The Slytherin seethed in disbelief, only just remembering to keep his voice down. Although he really needn't have bothered as over half the people in the hall- teachers included- were already gapping at the odd sight of Harry Potter seated at the Slytherin table with none other than infamous Draco Malfoy hiself.

"But I like fried eggs" Potter explained as if it were nothing out of the ordinary to be sitting there with Draco sharing his breakfast.

"They're poached eggs, you uneducated lout, and if you like them then bloody go and get your own!" Draco ranted, snatching his plate away from the hungry Gryffindor.

"Ok, ok fine. Gees." Potter raised his hands in surrendered and Draco sighed, already feeling his shoulders relax, at his rival's imminent absence. But instead of getting up and moving back to his own table as the Slytherin expected. The Golden git just grabbed an empty plate and started piling it with food.

Draco wanted to slap his own forehead at the other's idiocy "Potter!" The blond growled out between clenched teeth " I meant at your table."

And although Harry was enjoying beating Malfoy like this- really it was just too easy- he thought he better stop before the blond burst a blood vassal.

"Look I just wanted to ask you something." Harry said seriously and set his knife and fork down. When he saw Malfoy deflate at his sober tone he cleared his throat and continued quickly under his breath. Are you up for- Um Do you maybe want to meet up tonight- in Animagus form, I mean?"

Draco already off balance from Potter's previous antics, didn't know how to answer the unexpected question. "Oh, I…yeah ok, I guess." He finally answered feeling a little detached. Was it just him or was it almost, kind of, a little bit like a …date?!"

'Dear god, what did I just agree to.'

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"Should we really be out here? After all we were attacked only last night." Draco asked, pulling his jacket tighter about himself to ward off the crisp night air. The two boys had met in the courtyard soon after curfew had been called and were now making their way towards their clearing to change into their Animagus forms.

"Why, you scared? It not too late to turn back you know." Harry gloated, his eyes fixed on the ground, as he looked for a trustworthy path through the undergrowth. A task that was becoming surprising easy, for someone who needed glasses his night vision was becoming quite good lately. He was probably just becoming more accustomed to avoiding the obstacles one usually comes across in a wood, but part of him wondered if the improved night-vision was a part of the whole Lyfith Animagus thing.

"It's not a question of fear, it's a question of common sense, Potter. Though I doubt you have much of that considering your normal Gryffindor headsfirst approach. The Slytherin said with a sniff, just as the two boys broke through the trees into the small but familiar clearing that had become the boys' unofficial changing spot.

"Yeah, whatever you say Malfoy." Harry laughed, settling himself down next to one of the large trees that circled the glade. He made himself comfortable and prepared to start the trance. Just as he was about to close his eyes he notice that Draco had not moved to do the same and was instead staring at him with intense curiosity shining in his molten orbs.

"Something the matter?" Harry asking a little bewildered.

"No, not really just wanted to see the transformation. I've never really seen one up close before." The blond answered and Harry wasn't sure if he was more surprised that the words rang true under his Lyfith hearing or that Malfoy had actually spoken to him civilly, whatever the case he decided not to comment, instead he merely closed his eyes and sunk into the trance.

Seconds later, his opened his enhanced eyes and stood up once more in his Lyfith form. He looked up to see Malfoy staring at him, looking a little awed but the expression was soon replaced with the cool mask of indifference that normally adorned the boy's chiselled features. With confidant steps the Slytherin prince moved to sit in the same place Harry had just vacated.

Harry let his eyes trail after his once rival. Taking in the other boys smooth movements as he settled himself on the damp earth. Unlike Draco Harry had seen the transformation to Animagus before, his godfather after all had been forced to hid his own identify by taking on the shape of a dog. But now watching as the blond slow his breathing, seeing the boy's near white eyelashes tremble against his equally pale cheeks Harry felt as if he were seeing it for the first time all over again. Malfoy face was clam, the usual scowl was absent and for once the boy looked content, then the light that accompanied the transformation intensified until the young Lyifth was forced to turn away.

When he had blinked the spots from his eyes, Harry turned back to see Draco in his Dragon form. In this form in was easy for Harry to simply forget all the history the laid between the two boys, this was the Dragon his friend, his mate.

As Malfoy stretched out his wings, flexing the unused muscles, Harry decided with a wicked smile to take full advantage of the dragon's detraction. Creeping quietly around to the boy's unprotected rear, the winged lion pounced forward to nipped playfully at the dragon's swaying tail.

Harry heard the surprised yelp as bounded away into the trees, a rumbling laugh coming form his chest. Draco did not disappoint and immediately gave chase.

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They had ran for hours, until they had barelybeen able to stand for exhaustion. At last they had come to the small pond where Draco had first breathed fire.

Harry had watched as the blond took childish pleasure in releasing burst after burst of blistering flame over the darkened water causing the forest to light up around them, as the dark water reflected the scene back. The boy-who-lived smiled at the other 's juvenile behaviour before a thought hit him.

Moving slowly as not to alarm the other youth, (he in no way wanted his main singed again). Harry moved to stand at the dragon's side and narrowed his eyes in concentration. In the past few weeks he had managed to gain a good amount of control over his fire magic, he had focused on the heat in the area round him and started to gather it thread by thread into himself to convert, Draco's fire helped in speed the process, serving as a great source of pure heat and flame, it made the task almost easy.

Letting out a steading breath Harry pushed conjured flame out; it danced over the water in a blaze of crimson laced through with green. The lion felt Draco's look of astonishment and turned to the other boy and glowed changeling before smiling wolfishly. Soon both boys were emitting large amounts of flame, and after a while Harry discovered that he didn't have to gather the flame into himself but at he could manipulate the already existing flame. After at, Draco would send jets of hot flame out over the pond and Harry would seize control of the untamed fire and make it twist and loop and dance in the air above the dark pond.

Harry was so caught up in the play and movement of the burning light that he didn't realise that Draco had change back into human form and now stood beside him with the oddest look of confounded amusement in his sliver eyes.

The magically manipulated flame frizzled out when Harry's concentration waned. Willing his suddenly racing heart to slow the Gryffindor triggered his own transformation. "What?" he asked Draco when he opened his eyes and found the blond still staring at him curiously.

"What are you? Your Animagus form a mean, what is it?"

The darker haired teen chuckled softly, "if I had a gallon for every time I wondered that exact same thing?"

"You don't know –"

"No I do, it just took me a while to find out." Harry cut the Slytherin off, shaking his head a little ruefully. "My Animagus is a Lyfith, a very rare magically creature. Quite hard to find information on actually." He finished a little resentfully shrugging.

"A Lyfith…hum" Draco said the words carefully as if testing them on his tongue for the first, which Harry realised was probably the case.

" And it can conjure fire?" Draco asked sceptically.

"Well yes, Lyfith have the power to control all four elemental magics." Harry said a little smugly- not that he was trying to show off for Malfoy. Not at all.

Draco sniffed disdainfully, 'God, could Potter's head get any bigger.' He thought, not willing to admit even to himself the he was impressed. "And what about those wings of yours, are they just for show, how come you never fly?" the blond asked airily.

"Mmm, no Lyfith's can fly." Harry murmured, superior attitude now all but gone. He didn't like where the conversation was headed.

Draco had thought that the other boy never flew with him because of some anatomical reason. Now he was confused. He turned to watch Harry as the green-eyed boy sat down on a fallen tree trunk, " but you never do?" Draco nearly accused, with a confused frown.

The Gryffindor mumbled something too low for the blond to hear.

"What?" Draco asked, moving to sit beside the other boy.

"I said, I can't quite seem to get the hang of it, ok!" Harry grumbled a little put out.

The Slytherin burst into laughter and Harry was so shocked at the sound of it at he couldn't even feel embarrassed, he had never heard the blond laugh so…freely, it was so different from the boy's normal mocking snort or vindictive snigger. It had a strange hiccup-like quality to it, which made Harry's own mouth pull into a smile. "Hey it's not that funny." The Gryffindor defended, pushing the still chucking Draco half-heartily,

" I beg to differ Potter, it's enormously funny." Draco insisted. He couldn't believe it, the Harry Potter had problems with flying it was so… unexpected. After all, the boy was a god on a boom, even Draco could admit that much. But the fact that Potter, such a bloody natural on a boom had trouble with a pair of wings was highly diverting. The blond smiled ruefully elbowing the Gryffindor back playfully, his molten eyes still alight with mirth.

It was then that the boy's seemed to realise just how close they had gotten, their thighs were now firmly pressed together as the sat side by side on the damp tree trunk. There was a brief awkward pause as they stared at each other, this was still all very new to them. Up until a very few weeks ago they had been the fiercest of foes and now here they were wanting to kiss but not quite knowing how to go about it. It ridiculous really.

Harry flexed his jaw, he had been clinching his teeth – a nervous habit he'd picked up years before- the silence was becoming obvious, Malfoy was still watching him and really how did one go about seducing a another boy and not only that, a rival to boot? And yet the blond hadn't seemed to mind awfully much when Harry had kiss me the night before, and the way the blond was looking at him now… Feeling like he was stepping of the edge of a very deep chasm- with possible razor sharp rocks waiting at the bottom- Harry squeezed his eyes closed, leaned over and press his lips to the other boy's.

After a moment Harry cracked an eye open, he didn't know what he'd been expecting, rejection, and a fist to the face, perhaps? He was meet with neither and then the dark haired teen felt the soft pair of lip press more firmly against his. Draco was kissing him back, without farther thoughts of wayward fists, the Gryffindor's eyes drifted closed once more as he became absorbed in the feeling for his mouth sliding against the boy's beside him, slowly at first but soon building in intensity.

Sparks not unlike static swept trough his sanative body as e felt a wet tongue seeking entrance to his more than willing mouth. Parting his kiss-redden lips Harry took the Slytherin's hot tongue into his mouth and sucked it teasingly. Hearing Draco's breath hitch, Harry smiled and swept his own tongue softly over Draco's massaging them together enticingly, as his had moved seemingly of their own accord, to wrap around the blonds back to pull the other boy closer. He could feel Draco's own hands move to tread through his untameable hair.

Their positions as it was sitting side by side, was a little awkward and so the Gryffindor turned slightly –never breaking the kiss- and lifted a leg until he was straddling the trunk and scooted even closer to wrap himself around the Slytherin's wiry frame. Draco was warm in his arms in the most delectable way. He parted his mouth from the other boy's to drink a breath of the icy night air before moving his swollen lips to the boy's pale neck kissing his way along the blond's sculpted jaw.

It was weird, Harry knew that this (kissing Malfoy) should feel strange and unnatural but it didn't, it felt…what? Great, amazing, out of this world! It probably had something to do with the whole mates thing, Harry concluded absently as he trailed his hand up under the blond shirt. Whatever it was Harry was bloody grateful for it, sure he had made out with girls before but it was never anything like this, it was never this good. The ach that Harry felt in Draco absence was all but gone and his chest swelled with warmth and an unnameable feeling at seemed to set of sparks of pure joy inside him. If this is what came form being with the Slytherin price, Harry felt that he could happily overlook the boy somewhat prickly attitude and frequent snide comments.

Draco gasped as he felt Potter's cool hands sneak inside his top. Whispering over his taught abdomen, god Potter was a demon Draco decided, nothing should feel this good, it felt like he was losing himself, losing control- and Malfoy's did not lose control, they found it. It wasn't fair that Potter had this effect on him. Here he was, doing everything in his power not to fall into some moaning quivering heap, while Potter was in complete control of himself and seemingly unaffected thus far by this little tryst. Well it wouldn't be allowed, he was a Slytherin after all, he had a few trick up his sleeve.

Harry was teasing his thumb over Draco's pert nipple when he heard the blond moan exotically right next to his ear making Harry's eyes widen and his pants automatically tighten. The blond swung a leg over the fallen log so that he was practically sitting in the Gryffindor's lap, his long legs hooking over Harry's knees causing their groins to press flush together. Harry grunted in surprise as he felt the other's erection rub against his own hardening arousal, Harry gulped. He could hear Malfoy breathing heavily in his ear as his fingers splayed through Harry's dark hair, tugging it lightly every so often 'god that feels good.' the young hero thought his mind becoming foggy with desire.

Draco smirked as he heard Harry whimper as their cocks rub together once again. Thoroughly pleased with himself, he pleased a sultry kiss to the Gryffindor's cheek before taking the boy's ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it leisurely. He wasn't expecting Potter to react so readily, the green-eyed teen groaned loudly and pulled Draco roughly in to his arms until their chests where crushed tightly together and before Draco could respond, Potter took his mouth hungrily in a scorching kiss, plundering the inside as if he were trying to taste every inch of the blond's damp cavern. It looked as if he had found the Gryffndor's weakness, a lttle detracted himself, Draco stored that information away for future use.

"Oh god- Malfoy I … we have to stop…or I'm going to come." Harry panted in between kisses.

" I'm not stopping you." Draco replied with a sexy smirk on his wet lips.

"Malfoy," Harry shook his head, smiling at the other's words, as he pulled away "I don't fancy walking back to dorm in damp boxers, do you? And it's starting to rain." Harry pointed out.

"Just a little water." Draco answered coyly, moving his hips provocatively, his rear sliding over his companion arousal.

"Malfoy" Harry said warningly, reaching out to grab the blond's hips.

"Oh alright Potter, don't get your knickers in a twist." The blond said. Sliding off the Harry's lap to stand up, all be it a little gingerly, he was painfully hard. "Great, what am I supposed to do about this?" Draco said dryly pointing to the problem area.

"Um, think for professor sprout dancing naked." Harry suggested brightly, as stood as well.

" uck, thanks Potter, now I have an erection and I'm mentally scared." Draco grumbled, rolling his eyes he started towards the castle.

Harry just grinned and moved to catch up with the tetchy blond. Drawing even he reached out and grabbed the boy's hand.

Malfoy stopped and looked down at the joint hands then up at Harry, "what are you doing?"

"Err, I'm holding your hand, I thought it was obvious, are you sure you've a top grade student." Harry grinned.

"Har har, Potter I meant why are you holding my hand, I'm not a girl?" Malfoy scowled. And Harry thought he looked rather cute. "Anyway it doesn't matter why. Malfoy's don't hold hands," the blond added decidedly, trying to shake Harry's hand free. The dark haired boy only tightened his grip.

Draco frowned and looked up at the boy who was holding his hand hostage. Potter was looking at him with his stupid green eyes all-earnest and a stupid sexy pout plastered on his ridiculously hansom face. Giving up, Draco rolled his eyes once more in exasperation. "Gryffindors."

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"What do you mean, you failed! It was just one useless child…against the three of you."

"Forgive us, my lady but the boy was not alone." Jenkins interrupted "Harry Potter, was with him."

"Potter. Is there no end to that boy's betrayal?" The blond witch seethed.

"Madam, there is something else…" Jenkins voiced reluctantly, unwilling to further his mistress's rage.

"Well spit it out, you fool." The imperious women demanded.

"Your son is an unregistered Animagus, my lady, he possesses the form of a dragon and had become quite powerful." Jenkins finished as Narcissa Malfoy swirled around, fury clear in every facet of her stance.

"What?!" lady Malfoy raged in disbelief, "How can this be? That boy has been one disappointment after another since he was born, I told Lucius that he was being to soft on the little traitor, and now he's betrayed his own blood to beg attention of that muggle sympathiser." The witch ranted hysterically. "Well I wont stand for it, he'll get his reckoning, and he'll regret ever betraying this family." The women declared, her eyes becoming a little insane, a half crazed smile forming on her perfect lips. Yes Draco would be sorry, if she had anything to say about it.

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