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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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4 hours later found Harry, Draco, and Snape in Griphook's office at exactly 10 o'clock, sharp. A Slytherin is always late...said no one ever.

Harry sat with a calm look, but on the inside he was freaking out. Griphook left only a moment ago to collect Dumbledore and all those he required to be there. He still wasn't sure if some of the choices he made were good one's. He was a Malfoy now... and what if everyone thought of him as a traitor?

He twirled a long, blonde curl idly. He really gained the Malfoy look and it had been less then a week since he last saw Ron and Hermione. A month or two-longer for Dumbledore-since he saw everyone else. He smiled bitterly. Not that it matters. I've spent half my time at Hogwarts dealing with all those damned wishy-washy Griffindors, trying to convince them I'm the good guy. And yet every time I did something bad, they turned their back. And when I did something good, they were suddenly my best friends. Loyal Griffindors indeed. He frowned slightly. Well, not everyone. Some people like the Twins or Hermione stayed on my side through it all. Well, it doesn't matter anyway. Now I am the bad guy...Depending on who you ask.

A sudden pressure on his hand pulled Harry from his thoughts. He looked up to see Draco staring at him, worry and concern in his eyes. Slytherins. Draco's a Slytherin. Maybe Slytherin would have been the better choice. Even if they were really sneaky and deceptive, if they really didn't like you, you'd know it. They keep everything upfront while at the same time keeping everything to themselves.

He shook his head and smiled at his brother softly. Just as he was about to respond, the door opened and Griphook waltzed in, everyone in tow. Harry closed his eyes, holding back his rage. Dumbledore walked in, magic ropes binding his body; allowing movement but preventing use of magic.

He opened his eyes to see everyone looking in confusion, searching with their eyes. Probably for him. Finally Hermione's eyes landed on him and she let out a little half-gasp half-squeak, hands flying to cover her mouth. Of course, everyone heard her and turned to look at her before turning to Harry. Some looked at him in confusion but some-the Twins and, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley-looked at him, shocked.

Harry, of course, had the Malfoy Mask on; a smirk identical to Draco's. The hour before they came, Draco dragged him into the library and taught him to wear the legendary Malfoy Masks. He mastered them easily, the looks coming naturally to him. Draco had looked at him with such pride, Harry grinned widely till they entered Gringgotts, his smile slipping down into a smirk.

"Oi, goblin! What's goin' on! Where's Harry?" Ron announced rudely to Gripphook, who only looked at him calmly.

"Mr. Weasley, I suggest you lower your voice, peacefully. Mr. Malfoy is in this room, only if you look hard enough."

Uh oh, Harry thought, just as Ron's face turned purple and twisted nastily. "Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy is sitting right there!" He pointed a finger at Draco, who looked at it indignantly. "The only 'Mr. Malfoy' here is Draco. And who is this bastard sitting next to him? I'm sure Harry didn't call some loser here?"

At that, Harry lost it. His own so-called 'best friend' didn't recognize him. He stood quickly, his chair flying back. Luckily, his wings didn't burst through, but his fangs and claws unsheathed. He glared at Ron with hatred burning in his eyes; making them seem icier than usual. He stood, looking intimidating even with his slight, feminine size. "Ronald Weasley! How dare you enter here and try to take control of everything? Whether if I was here or not is none of your concern and when called you bring your ass in here with no complaint!" He hissed the last words.

Everyone-minus Draco and Snape, naturally-stared at him in shock. Only a few of them figured out it was Harry, and even though his attire was not like him, an outburst like that would have never happened with the old Harry. Said man sat back down with a huff, looking at everyone wearily. Silence deafened the room.

Suddenly, Hermione broke the silence, curiosity in her voice. "So the counter spell worked then? All your Malfoy genes have returned in their proper place? Oh, Harry look at you."

Harry stared at his best friend for a long moment, contemplating her questions. Abruptly, he smiled softly at her; the anger leaving his eyes. "Yeah, it worked. All little too well if you ask me."

Hermione smirked slightly, joy dancing in her eyes for her best friend's happiness. "I'll say. Really, look at you!" And Harry did.

He went with comfortable instead of professional; a pair of brand new, all black Chuck Taylors adorned his feet. Semi-tight, black jeans fitted every inch of his legs perfectly; cupping his ass and emphasizing on his newly developed hips. An over-sized, dark green sweater swallowed his upper body, a light t-shirt underneath. His hair-which he couldn't bring himself to cut-was tamed into a white ribbon; tied at the nape of his neck. A few tendrils escaped and curled around his face. His piercings flashed clearly, flaunting themselves to everyone. Draco disapproved, earlier in the day berating Harry and attempting to forcefully dress him in traditional robes.

Harry knew what he looked like. He'd done it purposely. He wanted them to see the changes he went through. He wanted everyone to know that he was. No longer was he 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived' anymore, but 'Harry Malfoy, the Sexy Man Related to Draco Malfoy'. And sexy he was. He caught the eyes of many people as he walked down Diagon Alley.

"What the fuck? Harry, that's you? What the hell happened to you? Yo-you look like one of them!" Ronald burst out, pointing a finger at Draco with his eyes bulging out. Everyone turned to him, all eyes cold except for Ginny's and Dumbledore's. Harry's and Draco's were the coldest and together the brothers stood; facing Ronald menacingly.

Because Draco was a dominant and Harry a submissive, their fear-inducing attempts were on different levels but were still very much so effective; everyone in the room shivered. Draco, through sheer strength and height and Harry, through the strength of his magic, which swirled slightly around him in response to his anger. Both brothers stared Ronald down with their icy cold eyes.

Draco spoke first, his voice dangerously low. "Weasley. You really do not want to piss me off anymore than I already am. After what you have already done to Harry?" He laughed viciously. "You are very lucky that I have not already ripped you to little. Itty. Bitty. Pieces!"

Harry's veela purred with pride and satisfaction as Ronald's face paled considerably; his freckles standing out garishly. Ginny's and Dumbledore's faces also paled. They knew that if Draco knew about Ronald, then he knew about them to. Hermione looked about curiously, unbeknownst to the deeds committed by her boyfriend.

"Draco? Harry? What's going on? Why does Draco want to kill Ron? Harry, tell me." Harry turned to the brown-haired girl, his eyes warming considerably towards her.

"Oh, Hermione. I almost forgot you didn't know. Well, we should let Griphook do his job and he'll tell us the truth. Griphook?"

The goblin puffed his chest out proudly and turned towards the papers on his desk. "Very good, Mr. Malfoy. Do you recommend we begin with the...ah, theft of your assets."

Harry answered the goblin, but his eyes only looked at Dumbledore coldly. "Yes. Please do. This...subject is very much so interesting to my companions and I."

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy."
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