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Wind Rider

- SuishouTenshi

REPOST (10/16/07): I�m starting to hate my 16-year-old self for
writing such long chapters. What the heck was wrong with me???

Chapter Two

Ron
Weasley was never a morning person. He had a tendency to sleep on unless one of
his dorm mates � or family members � woke him up with a bucket of water. The
only exception was on Christmas mornings, or when his best friend, Harry
Potter, was in dire need of watching over.

And
so on the early morning of August 26^th, Ron found himself fully
awake and aware at merely eight in the morning. He chanced a glance at Harry,
who shared the room with him and Neville, and panicked.

Neville
was snoring peacefully, but there was nobody on Harry�s bed. Ron gasped and
rushed to the bathroom� perhaps Harry woke up already and needed to use the loo. Once he found that the bathroom was empty, Ron made a
mad dash toward the kitchen, where his mother and Mrs. Granger were making
pancakes for everyone.

�Mum!
Have you seen Harry?�

�You�re
up early today,� Molly commented nonchalantly. �No, haven�t seen Harry. Is he
washing up?�

Ron
ignored her and checked every room in the house. Fifteen minutes later, after
he was certain that Harry was nowhere to be found, he sprinted back to the
kitchen and found himself on the verge of tears for the millionth time that
month.

�Mum,
Harry�s missing! He�s not in his bed, and I can�t find him anywhere!�

Mrs.
Granger and Molly exchanged worried glances, and then the latter snapped into
action. With her wand, Molly conjured popping noises loud enough to wake up
everyone in the household.

�Harry�s
gone! Remus, Remus, Harry�s
gone!� Molly screeched, her voice was even louder than
the pops.

Hermione
and Ginny appeared in the kitchen, still clad in pajamas; Remus
Lupin was only a step behind.

�What�s
going on?�

�It�s
Harry,� Ron said. �I woke up and he wasn�t in his bed, so I checked every room
in the house, but I couldn�t find him!�

�Maybe
he went out for a walk,� Hermione�s dad, came into the room and suggested with
a shrug.

His
wife rolled her eyes. �With those wings? Be logical.�

Hermione
stomped her foot. �Mum, Dad, shush. Harry knows better than to leave without a
guardian.�

Ginny
scoffed. �Are we still talking about the same guy who dragged a bunch of fourth
and fifth years to the Department of Mysteries with no consideration
whatsoever?�

Ron
slammed a fist down on the kitchen counter. �Ginny, now�s not the time!
Besides, we all went with him willingly. Professor Lupin,
did Dumbledore say anything about taking Harry out of here yesterday?�

Lupin shook his head. �No, we both agreed that it
was safer for Harry to remain here. Only Order members and we know about this
location. You-Know-Who wouldn�t be able to find Harry here.�

�So
abduction is out of the question,� the quiet Neville murmured.

�Then
where the hell is he?� Ron looked ready to explode.

�Where
the hell is who?� a familiar voice traveled through the tension filled air.
Everyone turned toward the kitchen door and asked in unison, �Harry?!�

�Er... did I miss something? Sorry, it was impossible to
move with these... wings,� said a voice without a body.

A
second of silence later, Ron rolled his eyes and groaned. �Harry, why are you
wearing your invisibility cloak? You gave us all a scare!�

The
invisible Harry suddenly sounded very confused. �I�m not wearing my dad�s
cloak. It�s still in my trunk, I think. Why? Can�t you see me?�

Hermione
frowned. �Harry, you�re... no, we can�t see you. What happened?�

�What?
But I can still see my hand, and my legs, and these blasted wings. Are you sure
you can�t see me?�

Everyone
answered in unison, �Yes, we�re sure.�

�Oh,
bugger.�

�Bugger,
indeed,� Lupin sighed. �Kids, why don�t you go back
and wash up, breakfast should be ready. Try not to bump into Harry here. After
breakfast, we�ll tackle the books again.�

�Er, Professor, I�m not going to stay like this, right?�

Lupin shook his head. �I don�t know much about
Zephyrs. Maybe we�ll find something in the books. You�ve had those wings for
more than a day already, and you�ve only just turned invisible. It�s most
likely just a temporary thing. Relax, Harry, and go wash up.�

Harry�s
hidden feet stomped back up the stairs. Lupin didn�t
need to see his face to know how angry he was.

---------------

�Master
Draco,� a small house-elf shuffled her feet with a silver tray in hand,
�Mistress Malfoy is telling Penny to make Master Draco eat. Penny is made
Master Draco�s favorite.�

�Thank
you, Penny, but I�m not particularly hungry.�

Draco
Malfoy sat in a comfy chair, clad only in silk green pajama bottoms, and stared
out the window with his arms wrapped around his knees. He had been like that
ever since he woke up from his sleep. His dark-green wings spread out lifelessly
behind him; the previous shine was gone and was replaced by a duller coloring.

Penny the
house-elf whimpered and nearly wept in gratitude. Her Master Draco, who grew up
finding pleasure in kicking her around, was thanking her!

�Master
must eat. Master is very skinny. Master has not eat in
days.�

The
Slytherin boy sighed. �Penny, are my wings ugly?�

Penny
gasped in horror. She set the tray on Draco�s desk and rushed to her master�s
side.

�Master
Draco must not say such a thing. Master�s wings is beautiful.�
Draco smiled, but his eyes still didn�t leave the window. �Master Draco, please
eat.�

�I don�t
have any appetite.�

�Is Master
Draco hurt? Is Master Draco needing his drink?�

�No,
Penny, I don�t need that draught just yet.� Draco placed a hand over his heart.
�You can leave the food here, Penny.�

�Master
Draco...�

�Just go.
I want to be alone.�

Penny
disappeared with a �pop�.

-------------------

�Hey,
mate, it�s rather warm in here, mind flapping those wings of yours a bit?� Ron
teased as his eyes roamed over another paragraph in Dark Beasts: Past,
Present, and Future.

A growl
was heard from the direction of a floating book (Winged Creatures � Their
Capabilities and Weaknesses). The still invisible Harry shot Ron a glare
that the latter couldn�t see but nonetheless complied. It was another
opportunity to practice control of his newly gained appendages.

Ginny
sighed and muttered, �I can�t believe how little information there are about
Zephyrs. There�s only like one paragraph about them in each book.�

�Yeah,�
Ron nodded, �and it�s just about how rare they are. I think we can tell from
the lack of information.�

�Eureka!� Hermione�s
mother, who volunteered to join in with the research, suddenly jumped
three-feet high. �Harry, dear, I think I�ve found something.�

The
floating book was immediately dropped and the breeze stopped. Neville and
Hermione�s heads were hit by Harry�s wings as the Gryffindor practically flew
to the older woman�s side.

�See?
Right here,� Mrs. Granger pointed to the specific page in Rare and
Beautiful, a Dangerous Combination, Vol. 4, �there are three pages on
Zephyrs. I don�t understand it all, but it looks useful.�

�Oh, thank
you!�

�Harry,
read it,� Hermione prompted.

��Zephyrs
are extremely beautiful and rare creatures that are said to predate Merlin. They
are classified from harmless to highly dangerous due to difference in
personalities. Zephyrs only mate with those of Zephyr blood, and so in modern
eras, their numbers have decreased significantly. Some even suspect that fully-blooded
Zephyrs have disappeared completely.��

�Well, we
know all that already.�

�Ron,
shush.�

Harry
coughed and read again. ��Zephyrs are also called Wind Riders due to their
magnificent wings, which give adult Zephyrs the ability to fly without the
constraints of broomsticks or any muggle
contraptions. But their wings can be retracted by will. For those with half or
less Zephyr blood in them, their wings will disappear a week after their
initiation and will only appear when called upon....� Am I half-blood or
full-blood?�

�Dunno.� Ginny shrugged.

�Why don�t
you try to force your wings back into your body? If you�re full-blooded, which
is very unlikely, you wouldn�t have to wait seven days to make your wings
disappear,� Lupin suggested.

Several
moment of silence passed as everyone waited.

�Hey,
they�re gone!� Harry cheered.

Most of
them applauded and cheered with him, but Hermione was looking thoughtful.

�How is
that possible?� her voice rang above all others. �If Harry can will his wings
back into his body, then that means he�s a full-blooded Zephyr. But that�s not
possible because full-bloods should have had their wings since childhood.
Professor Lupin, Harry�s mother was a muggle-born witch, wasn�t she?�

The room
quieted down again. �Hmm... Hermione has a point. Lily was definitely a muggle-born, and James never mentioned anything about any
Zephyrs in his family. The Marauders spent the entire day together on James�
16th birthday, nothing like this happened to him either.�

There was
a definite silence when Lupin mentioned the
Marauders. Nobody was able to see Harry�s expression, but something told them
that he was very somber at the moment.

�Um...
Harry, dear, why don�t you read on? We�ll figure this out another time,� Molly
interjected.

�Right...
�It takes a tremendous amount of will and magic for those with less than half
Zephyr blood to summon their wings. For that reason, those with little Zephyr
blood usually live their lives without ever thinking about their heritage. The
only time that they need to admit to their Zephyr heritages is the period of
time after their 16^th birthdays and when bonding with their mates.�

��No
matter the amount of Zephyr blood in their veins, as long as they receive wings
before or during their 16^th birthday, they will feel the need to
search for a mate. A Zephyr�s mate does not necessarily have to have dominant
blood, meaning wings. For Zephyr mating, see page 536.��

�Wait,�
Ron had a grin on his face, �does this mean that Harry is going have to mate
with someone soon? Harry, you animal!�

Ginny
swatted him on the head and got an �ow� out of him.
Harry ignored him and read on.

��The abilities
of a full-blood Zephyr: One � flight. During flight, a Zephyr�s body will decrease
drastically in weight. Two � wind control. Due to the
decrease in weight, a Zephyr can bend the winds to their will so they can fly
with being blown away. Wind control can also be used when the Zephyr is not in
flight. Three � invisibility. Zephyrs have the ability
to conceal themselves when needed. Zephyr parents have to deal with not being
able to see their full-blooded children for days as the young ones often do not
have full control over their abilities.��

�Well
then, there you go.� Ron shrugged. �Just do the same thing that you did with
your wings. Will yourself to reappear and...�

He didn�t
even finish his sentence as Harry�s half dressed self shimmered into sight once
again.

�Harry!�
Molly and Hermione jumped on him at once. But the Gryffindor boy was again very
aware of his naked chest and struggled to get out of their arms.

Seconds
later, Molly and Hermione blushed from their outbursts and drew away. It was
then that a unison gasp echoed throughout the sitting room.

�What
now?� The now visible Harry grimaced. The looks on his friends� faces
practically screamed �more abnormality�.

�Er... Harry, you�d better... here.� Lupin
waved his wand and conjured up a full length mirror by the corner of the room.
Harry raced over to check his reflection; nine pairs of eyes followed him.

�What the hell?!�

Harry
clutched the sides of the mirror and screamed in horror. His reflection
reassured him that his wings were indeed gone. But with it, so did ten percent
of his masculinity.

�You have got
to be joking with me! I finally had a growth spurt, and now I�m short again!�

During the
first month of summer, Harry did go through a torturous growth spurt. He shot
from 5�6�� to 5�11�� and was quite proud of himself. But his current reflection
couldn�t have been an inch over 5�7��. Ron approached him with a rather evil
smirk. Standing next to Harry, Ron straightened his back to show off his 6�3��
stature.

�Don�t
worry, mate,� he patted Harry�s head in a condescending manner. �I�ll protect
you from the tall and scary fan-girls. Or tall and scary fan-boys,
in your case.� He poked Harry�s practically non-existent biceps.

Harry
kicked him on the shin and turned his attention back to the mirror. Ron had a
good reason to make fun of him. All the hard-earned muscles now disappeared.
Harry was sure that he reached full puberty more than a year ago, but his few
chest hairs were gone as well. Actually, now that he looked closely, he had no
hair on his arms or torso at all; even the little ones on his knuckles were
gone! He felt more naked by the second.

Unlike
Ron, Harry never had to waste time on shaving. He probably shaved on average
twice a month. Harry groaned. At this rate, he would never be able to grow a
mustache.

His face
and hair weren�t very different, but it was obvious that he was thinner.
Overall, this new change made him look frail and weak. Furthermore, there was a
strange shine to his skin that made his complexion somewhat ethereal.

The last
thing that caught Harry�s attention was the way his eyes looked. There was no
doubt about it; his emerald-green eyes had tripled in brilliance. His irises
were so startling that it was impossible to look away.

�Maybe
it�s temporary.� Hermione�s father saw Harry�s despair and decided to help with
his vast muggle knowledge about the human body. �Just
eat more meat and drink some milk, get plenty of exercise, and uh... you won�t
have to worry about the lack of fan-b... I mean,
fan-girls.�

Harry
growled at his reflection. Oh no, he wasn�t worried about the lack of fan-girls
at all. In fact, he couldn�t wait until they all grew tired of him. But from
the look of things, that wasn�t going to happen. His new look could�ve
classified him as �pretty�, or as the girls liked to say, �cute�.
If the look on Ginny�s face was any indication, he�d have to perfect his
shielding spells as soon as school started.

He was,
as Ron pointed out, worried about a new storm of fan-boys. Over the last
year, he had received a few brave letters of confession during Valentine�s Day
from various young wizards across the continent. Hogwarts� own Terry Boot had
cornered him more than once. The looks that the Creevey
brothers and Zacharias Smith shot him were almost
impossible to ignore. No doubt their attention toward him would only get worse
now that fate suddenly decided to improve his image.

Harry
sighed and plopped back down on the couch. Life really sucked.

---------------

Lucius
Malfoy tapped his long aristocratic fingers atop his son�s writing desk. He
leaned against the furniture and studied his heir�s limp wings. Draco had been
sitting in the same position for the last fifteen hours, unmoving, not eating.
Frankly, Lucius was getting a bit worried.

�Son, your
mother requests your presence at dinner.�

Draco
didn�t move.

�Draco, go
wash your hair, it�s unkempt and oily. Surely you don�t admire your Uncle Severus that much.�

Draco
didn�t respond to his poor attempt at humor. The blond boy�s bare chest rose
and fell so slightly that Lucius almost couldn�t catch the movement.

�Son?�
Lucius tried one last time. �Aren�t you hungry?�

To his
surprise and horror, two streams of uncharacteristic tears trailed down from
Draco�s eyes.

�I�m very
hungry, dad. I�m starving.� His tone was bland.

Lucius
exhaled in relief. �What would you like to eat? I�ll have Penny bring up something.
Do you want pumpkin juice or milk? No, how about butterbeer?�

Draco
finally shifted. He dropped his bare feet onto the floor and pushed himself up
from the large armchair. His dark-green wings hung behind him. Slowly, Draco
made his way toward the window. With his hands on the windowpane, he slid down
until he was kneeling on the floor.

�I don�t
want to eat, ever again. I just want my Intended.� The sixteen-year-old began
to choke on his sobs. �I just want my beloved. She�s out there, dad, I can feel
it, right here.� He hit his chest with a knuckle, right where his heart was.

Lucius
gasped and rushed forward. �Boy, are you telling me you haven�t taken the calming
draught since you woke up? It only lasts eight hours at a time! Are you trying
to torture yourself?� He then took out a vial from his inner robes and offered
it to Draco. �Drink, now, it�s an order.�

�No!�
Draco slapped his father�s hand away. �Don�t. I don�t want �it� to go away.
Don�t take �it� away.�

Lucius drew
back with a worried sigh. He knew exactly what it was like. The itch inside was
enough to drive anyone insane with desire. But furthermore, it was a
reassurance that your Intended existed. In fact, the stronger the itch, the
closer you were to finding your beloved mate. It was almost a welcomed torture,
because you knew that in the end, everything will be worth it.

Malfoy Sr.
placed a hand on his son�s shoulder, only to have Draco flinch away.

�No! Only
she can touch.... Only he can.�

Lucius
closed his eyes and exited the room after placing the vial on Draco�s desk.
When the pain got too strong, Draco would drink it voluntarily.

Meanwhile,
he had to work on a strong concealment charm to disguise Draco�s wing color.
Maybe at the same time, he can work up a good memory potion to erase Draco�s
last sentence from his mind.

�Only he can...�

----------------------

An hour
later, the FOAHH (�Find out about Harry�s Heritage�) brigade finally reached an
agreement.

Hermione
stood up from her seat and read aloud from a list that they composed together.

�From what
we�ve gathered so far, Harry is indeed a full-blooded Zephyr. Though how, we
don�t know, since his parents, Lily and James Potter did not have any apparent
Zephyr heritage. We do, however, have several unsolved questions. So please
take note of this and research on it whenever possible. We all want to help
Harry here, right?�

The crowd
nodded in agreement. Harry, who was now dressed in a loose t-shirt, gave
Hermione a shy smile of gratitude.

�Now,�
Hermione continued, �school will be starting in five days. I think it�ll be a
good idea to go to Diagon Alley together. Harry
certainly needs to get some fresh air, and maybe we�ll find some answers in
Flourish and Blotts.�

�Hear,
hear!�

�Shush,
Ron. Anyway, here are some key points we need to research on. First is Harry�s
mysterious �death�. None of the books here indicated any reason for him to
�die� on us for 25 days. Second is why Harry suddenly came to his heritage now?
Usually full-blooded Zephyrs were born with wings. Third is to find out how can
Harry be a full-blooded Zephyr and a wizard at the same time, since
full-blooded Zephyrs are initially beasts and cannot use wands. Of course,
you�re free to challenge this hypothesis. Perhaps Harry isn�t full-blooded, the
only evidence of have of that is the fact that he doesn�t have to wait for a
week to retract his wings. Fourth,� Hermione shot Ron a glare of warning, �is
to find any books you can about Zephyrs� mating rituals.

�As we all
know, the only book we have that contains solid information on Zephyrs is Rare
and Beautiful, a Dangerous Combination, Vol. 4. But sadly, page 536 and
537, the pages that contain what we need to know about Zephyrs and their mates
have been ripped out. I�ll report this to Madam Pince
once school starts and perhaps she�ll find an extra copy of the book. But be on
the lookout when we go to Diagon Alley.�

Harry
interrupted here with a full blush. �Hermione, why must we read about that? I
mean, I really don�t care for a... mate. This whole thing is probably a fluke
anyway.�

Lupin
laughed. �Harry, haven�t you been reading your fifth year DADA book? It only
had two sentences on Zephyrs and their mates. Allow me to quote � �Zephyrs,
like veelas, Elves, and Vampires, have one and only
one Intended that are bound to them from day one.
Unlike Vampires, however, separation from one�s Intended will render the
dominant Zephyr incapable of living.� Harry, since you�re not suffering from
any pain, I�d say that there are two possibilities involving your Intended.

�One is
that she has yet to wake up from her heritage, so she�s obviously not a
full-blood and not yet 16. And the other possibility...�

�I really
do hate cliffhangers, Professor Lupin, spill
already.�

�Don�t
maim me for telling the truth, Harry, but there is a chance that despite the
purity of your blood, you�re not the dominant one at all.�

Silence
swept over the room. Harry�s brilliant jade eyes were now the size of two
perfect circles. The adults around him shifted around uncomfortably while Ron
and Neville tried desperately to hold back their sniggers.

�Wha... bu... no...
I...� Harry was really close to choking now. �Professor... do you mean that...
my uh, �Intended� could be a very... dominant female? Am I supposed to
be a victim of domestic abuse or something?!�

Hermione
rolled her eyes. Harry, despite his status as the savior of the wizarding world, could really be dense sometimes.

�No,
Harry. What Professor meant is that your �Intended� could be a very dominant male.�

Ron could
no longer hold back his guffaw. �Oh, mate, not only are you a beast, you�re
also a girl beast!�

�Ronald Bilius Weasley! Hold your tongue!� Molly reprimanded him
quickly.

�Really,
Ron, grow up.� Hermione scowled at him. �It merely means that Harry�s Intended
is a man, it doesn�t make Harry any less of a male.�

Harry shot
up again. �But I�m not even gay! I like girls! I can�t marry a guy!�

�Harry,� Remus reached up and pulled Harry back to his seat, �when
it comes down to it, magic will rule out all preferences. A quarter of the Elven community is mated with members of the same gender.
It�s just the way magic works. Male Vampires are known for taking other males
for concubines.�

�No,
aren�t we going a little too far here? We don�t know for sure that I�m intended
for a...� Harry made a face, �man. Maybe my urge to find a girl hasn�t kicked
in yet. Yea, that�s it, it�s like my invisibility. Maybe it�ll take a few days.
Before we know it, I�ll be down on the floor kicking and screaming for my Intended.
Who, I assure you, will be a girl.�

�Harry�s
right. It doesn�t matter now.� Molly Weasley stood up. �It�s time for dinner.
You lot best go to sleep early tonight. We�ll be heading to Diagon
Alley first thing tomorrow for your books.�

There was
no arguing with the very dominant Molly Prewett
Weasley.

--------------------

The next
few days were spent in a very much crowded Grimmauld Place.
They were unable to find anything in Flourish and Blotts
concerning the matter, and Harry did not feel any need to burst out the door to
find his life mate. Ron and Neville teased Harry about the male topic but soon
gave up because Harry had quickly mastered the usage of his wings. He found
that with a quick flap, he could start a fairly strong indoor gust.

Invisibility
was another skill that he mastered without time. The third skill, flight, was
to be delayed due to Grimmauld Place�s limited
space.

Dumbledore
was mysteriously absent. The adults tried their best to refrain from speaking
about Order business. Shacklebolt, Moody, Tonks, and the Weasley twins remained the few members of
the Order that knew about Harry�s current situation, and they all stopped by to
check on him.

Harry
stayed in the confines of his room, the sitting room, and the dining room most
of the time. He did not admit this aloud, but anyone with eyes � artificial or
not � could see that he avoided the kitchen as much as possible, as it was
where the fireplace was located. All talks of Sirius were avoided.

Another
thing that Harry conveniently �forgot� to tell his friends was the wish he made
on his birthday. A part of him wondered perhaps this newfound Zephyr heritage
was the universe�s way of repaying him for all that he had lost, perhaps it was
a chance for him to become stronger, a chance to exact revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange.

In the
end, September 1^st came all too soon.

-------------------

Lucius
Malfoy studied his son intently as the house elves busied themselves with
packing Draco�s trunks for school. Seven days had passed since Draco�s
initiation, and his wings retracted just as they were supposed to. Unlike
Lucius and Narcissa, Draco could call his wings
forward anytime he wanted to and not be drained. However, Lucius still cast a
coloring charm on his wings so that they�d appear light yellow.

Draco
stared at his reflection with haunted eyes. He had refused to take the draught
yet again. The effect of the previous consumption had died out two hours ago.

Despite
the torture inside his chest, Draco still paid attention to his looks. Seven
days without a good meal had cost him greatly. His cheeks, though still
beautiful, were now paler than ever. His muscles had shrunken away, leaving him
with a lean figure. Because of his dominant nature, his height remained the
same at six feet. His white-blond hair fell freely past his shoulder blades.
Draco flashed a look at his father who was studying him from behind. The two
nearly looked identical.

But
Lucius, who only had a quarter Zephyr blood, would never have the eyes that
Draco now possessed. The previous grey-silver was now pure mercury. It shined
beneath Draco�s long eyelashes, like a streak of lightning that refused to go
away.

Another
good thing that came out this whole Zephyr thing was the eerie glow that his
skin acquired.

Now, everything
about him screamed an unearthly beauty. But Draco knew that no matter how
beautiful he seemed, his mate would be look a hundred times better. When a
dominant Zephyr first meet his Intended, the latter would
subconsciously release an attraction magic ten times stronger than that of a veela, with the sole purpose of baiting her dominant mate.

But this
attraction magic would not be needed, for Draco was sure that he�d fall heads
over heels in love with his Intended the second he meets her. He would, however,
need to fend off all other suitors to his Intended, just like his father had
done nearly twenty years ago.

�Draco,
are you ready?� Narcissa entered the room dressed
fully in robes.

Draco
turned to exit the drawing room, only to have his father hold him back with a
hand on his shoulder. The blond boy flinched away instantly. Even though his
father touched him through two layers of clothing, he was still uncomfortable.

Seeing his
grimace, Lucius kept his hand to himself. �Remember to write back as soon as
you achieve any progress, Draco. No doubt I needn�t remind you how important it
is to keep your secret from Dumbledore. If you find that your Intended is not
at Hogwarts, we�ll transfer you to Durmstrang
immediately. Have a peaceful school year, Draco. If the pain gets too strong,
do not be headstrong, just go find Severus and he
will give you what you need.�

�Yes, dad.�

�Be safe.�
It was the last thing Lucius said before he retreated back to the underground
dungeons of the Malfoy Manor. Draco stared at his father�s retreating back
forlornly. This was the first time that his father could not take him to King�s
Cross. He couldn�t risk exposure.

�Come,
Draco, it�s time.� Narcissa directed him away.

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�Draco!�

Draco
looked away from the spot where his mother had just Disapparated.
Pansy Parkinson raced toward him with a grin on her face.

�There you
are, Draco. Why are you so late today? Usually you�d be here half an hour
beforehand. Hurry, the train is leaving soon!� The always inconsiderate Pansy
grabbed Draco�s arm.

The
reaction was immediate. Draco flung his arm away to shake Pansy off, nearly
backhanding her in the process. �Don�t touch me!� he yelled.

Pansy
stared at him, half startled, half annoyed. �What�s your problem?�

�Nothing....
Where are Crabbe and Goyle?�

�Harassing the food-cart lady, probably. Come on, let�s get on the train.�
She reached out for him again.

�Didn�t I
just say not to touch me?�

Pansy put
on a smirk that was supposed to look coy. �Oh, please. You certainly didn�t
protest after the leaving feast last year.�

Draco
remembered back to the very steamy make-out session he shared with Pansy two
months ago. He was slightly drunk from butterbeer and
certainly didn�t know better. But now even the thought of touching Pansy was
enough to make him want to hurl.

�Argh,� he made his displeasure known, �don�t bring that up
again, Parkinson.�

�Whatever, Draco.� Pansy flipped her hair back and made her way toward one
of the doors. �If you�re ever lonely on Friday nights, you know where to find
me.� She gave him a wink and disappeared into the train, swaying her hips all
the while.

Draco
climbed in after her. The itching feeling still remained in his chest and he
sighed in relief. So Pansy was out of the running. Thank Salazar! Draco�s Intended had to be a million times more beautiful than
Parkinson. Who did she think she was, trying to seduce him like that? As if he
could possibly be interested in her! Draco never wanted to think about kissing
her ever again. There was only one person in mind that he ever wanted to touch,
and Pansy wasn�t it.

The train
began to move. Draco didn�t even bother to find an empty compartment. He still
had to attend a Prefect meeting.

Draco made
his way to the front of the train, passing compartments full of first years.
Heads turned to stare at him, silence ensued wherever he went. Draco grinned in
self-satisfaction. He hoped that his Intended would find him to be so
breathtaking that she�d be speechless as well.

Then
something weird occurred.

The dull
pain that hummed inside his chest suddenly went out of control. The itch that
merely tickled him turned into a thousand claws that tried to pry his heart
apart. Invisible knives cut away at his chest and Draco could no longer move.

He
clutched at the door of a compartment next to him; his other hand desperately
batted away unseen weapons that carved his flesh. He couldn�t even think
clearly to remember the potion that he had stashed away in his trouser pocket.
His ears fogged up, blood rushed to his head, his pulse quickened, and his
veins threatened to explode. This was a million times worse than what he went
through during his initiation.

Suddenly a
door opened. A strange scent invaded his nostrils and the pain doubled in intensity.

�Look,
it�s the ferret,� an annoying voice said behind him.

�He
doesn�t look too good.� A female sounded slightly concerned.

�Leave
him, Ginny, some DA member probably hexed him. He probably deserved what he�s
got.� The first voice was back.

Draco
scowled. He couldn�t place that voice with a face, but something told him that
he didn�t like the speaker very much. Still on his knees, he turned his body
around as much as possible and saw four pairs of feet in front of him. Or was
it eight? He wasn�t sure.

�Shush,
Ron. He really doesn�t look so good. Should we tell someone?� a third voice,
which belonged to a female, reprimanded. Draco wanted to look up, but his head
was just too heavy, and the pain was so overwhelming now that he was sure death
was near.

�Who are
we going to tell? The only adult on the train is that lady with the cart. I�m
not even sure if she knows magic.�

�Hmm, why
isn�t he looking at us?�

That was
it; that was Draco�s limit. That voice, that oh-so-heavenly sound. It was
Draco�s redemption, Draco�s fondest desire, Draco�s calming draught. He had to
look up. He had to place that voice with a face, the face of his Intended. It
didn�t matter to him at the moment that the voice was obviously a boy�s. It
didn�t matter to him that the voice did match a face in the back of his mind, a
face that all of his survival instincts told him to stay away from.

Draco had
to look up. He had to see.

A body
knelt down in front of him. Draco saw tattered muggle
jeans and a dirty pair of sneakers.

�Malfoy,
what�s wrong with you?�

There it
was again, the music to Draco�s ears. He had to look at his Intended, tell his
Intended everything, make him his, completely and for forever.

Then a
calloused hand came forward and grabbed Draco�s chin. It was so warm, and yet chilled
him at the same time. The skin on his flesh tingled, numbed, and burst into
life. Draco begged silently for the owner of the hand to touch his face, his
hands, his everywhere. This was Draco�s food, his water, his oxygen, his magic,
his everything.

Then the
hand tilted his head upward. Draco�s eyes fluttered. Mercury met emerald, and
the universe went on vacation.

His
Intended�s eyes were so much like his; they shone with brilliance and
determination. As soon as Draco met those eyes, his pain died away and left him
cold.

Draco
fainted. He closed his eyes and fell forward into the arms of his beloved. For
the next six hours, he dreamt of nothing but green.

- TBC

A/N: I actually found a rather
large plot inconsistency while reposting, so I shall be very glad when I get
around to recheck that chapter. I also found a lot of
stylistic mistakes that I used 3 years ago. (Ah, I was so young back then!) And
I realize now how melodramatic I was at 16. So in the new version, Harry and
Draco will cry only when they must! Other than those things, I�m not going to
change much... because I�m lazy like that.
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