Harry woke slowly, he was snug and warm so it took a while for him to scrounge up the energy to open his eyes, but when he did he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
He kicked his covers off of his body, leapt off his bed and then bounded over to the side of Draco's bed. His mate was still fast asleep so Harry took the opportunity to just look. The Slytherin was truly beautiful; unblemished pale skin, silky white/gold hair that Harry just wanted to run his fingers through repeatedly, and those stormy grey eyes that were currently hidden beneath pale eyelids. Harry felt a shock of ecstatic joy when he thought 'he's all mine'.
He stroked a gentle finger down the Slytherin's cheek and smiled when his mate turned his face towards him. Harry thought he had woken him but Draco's eyes stayed closed and Harry chuckled when the blonde began to snore softly.
"Draco," Harry murmured quietly, in an attempt to wake his mate as he lightly ran his thumb over his plump lower lip. Draco mumbled in his sleep and swatted at Harry's hand but stubbornly stayed asleep. "Wake up Draco" Harry murmured a little louder and Draco moaned before rolling onto his side, his back to Harry.
Harry pouted slightly then a cheeky grin stretched across his lips as an idea popped into his head. He carefully leant over his mate, his mouth hovering above the blonde's ear, "Draco" he whispered and then he gently nuzzled his face into his mate's pale neck. Draco let out a quiet moan and Harry smirked. He kissed beneath his mate's ear and then whispered his name again, Draco returned Harry's own name in a lusty moan and Harry felt it glide teasingly down his spine.
He paused for a moment as he wondered where his new found courage came from but quickly shrugged the thought aside when his mate began to stir. "Good morning Dragon" Harry murmured when Draco's eyes slowly opened. He blinked owlishly for a moment before yawning widely "I was having a good dream, Harry" The blonde whined and Harry chuckled. "It's time to get up."
Harry moved back when Draco sat up with a groan, smiling as his mate struggled to wake up. He stood up and slowly walked over to his wardrobe, took his outfit of the day out and then rushed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
After his shower he spelled himself dry and pulled on a pair of Slytherin green boxers and then some dark grey khakis. He stood in front of the sink and brushed his teeth the muggle way. He brushed slowly as he gazed at his scars with clear disgust shining in his emerald eyes.
He wondered if Madam Pomfrey could spare him some scar removal potion or maybe he could ask Draco to brew him some, he shook his head of the latter, too many questions would be asked. He didn't want to bother Madam Pomfrey either; she had too much on her plate already. He decided to just keep hiding his scars with glamours.
He dropped his toothbrush back into the cup on the shelf above the sink and was just about to replace his glamours when Draco burst into the room. "Sorry Harry but I desperately need-" Draco froze when he saw Harry's bare torso and all the scars that littered it. "Harry... what are those?" the blonde asked quietly.
Harry was a mix of emotions; anger, fear, sorrow and shame. He couldn't believe he had dropped his guard long enough for Draco to see him without his glamours. He looked down at his arm, at the newer, vertical scars and the shame grew.
He looked back up to his mate and felt the tears burning in his eyes. Draco was staring at him, just staring. His face was a blank mask, a scary sight to see after seeing his smiling face for so long. Harry was too scared to explain, scared that Draco would leave him and they would revert to their original ways. So he just stood there, staring down at the floor with dull eyes.
Draco didn't speak either but he moved closer and gently traced his fingers across a large scar on Harry's shoulder blade. Harry trembled at the touch, his hands clenching into fists as the memory of getting the scar flashed into his mind's eye; a belt, the sound of leather hitting skin, the smell of blood and the sharp pain of his uncle's angry punches.
Draco's fingers gently touched almost every scar on Harry's back. It was like the blonde was trying to memorize each scar's shape and position. He moved around to Harry's chest and froze. He breathed in sharply and then his fingers came forward and hovered over the scars that made up the word 'freak.'
Harry bit his lip harshly. He concentrated on the pain, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the disgust that was, no doubt, bleeding into Draco's eyes.
"Harry, how did you get these?" the blonde asked quietly but received no answer. He looked up and was surprised to see Harry's eyes scrunched closed with tears leaking from the corners. He slowly lifted his arms and gently wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumbs, Harry's eyes stayed closed. His breathing was shallow and his fists were clenched tight.
"Harry, please. Tell me how you got these" the blonde almost begged. Harry inhaled deeply before opening his eyes. He looked at his reflection, his eyes darting as he took in every single little scar. Draco's hands were resting gently on his shoulders and Harry reached up and gripped one in his own, tanner, hand. "I had hoped that you would never see me like this..." Harry murmured and Draco frowned "you've been using Glamours?" he asked on a guess.
Harry nodded mutely, his hope that Draco wouldn't leave him was slowly growing. He glanced at the blonde from the corner of his eye and then squeezed the pale hand in his. "Most of my scars I got from my so-called 'relatives' but some are from the war" Harry's voice was so quiet that Draco almost missed what was said. He traced his finger over the burn scar on Harry's chest and then, without taking his eyes off of the scar, asked "did they always treat you like that?"
Harry shrugged, gathering his courage he turned his head and looked at Draco "most of the time but there were the rare days when they would ignore me completely. That was as good as it got." He smiled humourlessly and Draco frowned at the scar. "They're horrible people" Draco exclaimed, Harry smiled adoringly at Draco, kissed his fingers gently and then looked down at himself. "I really hate them" he mumbled, touching a finger to the 'F' of his freak scar.
"Well I can understand why. The way they treated you..." Draco mumbled sourly and Harry chuckled. "No, not my relatives; my scars; they're hideous" the ex-Gryffindor sighed deeply and rubbed his hand over his face.
Draco smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead, directly above where the lightning bolt scar used to be.
During breakfast Harry saw a sight that lifted his moods tremendously. He had just started cutting into his omelette when a group of loud Gryffindor's burst into the hall, all of them laughing at some tasteless jape. And in the middle of the group, possible laughing the loudest, was Ron.
His red hair was as wild as ever and his robes messier than Harry remembered them. But that was not what lifted his mood; it was what happened when the Weasley sat at his place at the Gryffindor table.
Ron began to pile food onto his plate, happily unaware of the changes that were transforming his body. The whole hall began to snigger and chuckle, the low buzz turning into an ear-splitting roar as more and more people noticed.
Ron's trademark Weasley-red hair began to grow at an alarming rate, his face and figure becoming more feminine. Harry could see his chest inflating and a few of his shirt buttons popped off and flew across the table, almost smacking the Gryffindor's sitting opposite him in the faces.
Harry hid a snort of laughter behind his hand, as did Draco and Blaise, but the chuckle grew into full out laughter when Ron failed to see what was wrong. It wasn't until Hermione passed him her mirror that he finally noticed.
He stared at his reflection for a good five minutes before realization finally hit him and his face turned the darkest red Harry had ever seen on the Gryffindor. He jumped up from his chair and ran from the great hall, his newly acquired breasts jiggling wildly at his fast pace, only serving to increase the amount of laughter in the hall.
It took a while for the laughter in the hall to finally die down but when it did Draco and Blaise turned to Harry, smiles on their faces, and the dark-skinned boy said "well that could not have gone better if we had tried" and it sent all three of them into hysterics.
When breakfast was over Harry, Draco and Blaise brought some of their class work down to the lake and talked quietly as they leisurely completed their work. By noon they had completed six, twenty inch long scrolls each and were rightfully pleased with themselves.
They returned to the great hall for lunch to find Ron sitting with his group, a dark look on his, still female, face. Almost all of the Gryffindor's were silent, save for a few mumbling amongst themselves at the far end of the table and quiet chuckles could still be heard throughout the hall.
The three Slytherin's glanced at each other with smug looks on their faces and when they had seated themselves and filled their plates with whatever food they chose to eat Blaise leaned forward and quietly murmured "what was that trigger word again?" Harry glanced at him with laughter glimmering in his emerald eyes "Quidditch." Blaise laughed and took a sip of his tea "fitting."
After lunch Blaise left with an excuse of 'I'm tutoring someone' and when he was out of earshot Draco leant closer and whispered in Harry's ear "He's not tutoring anybody" Harry glanced at the blonde and then at the corner where Blaise had just disappeared around. "Then where's he going?" he murmured quietly and Draco chuckled as he brushed some dust from his sleeve "he is, most likely, going to meet up with a girl." Harry blushed lightly and averted his eyes "oh."
A/N: just a couple more chapters to go and then, I hope, this story will be complete. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me this long. I know I've been mucking around with this story so much lolz.