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Wind Rider

- SuishouTenshi

REPOST (10/17/07): Must post this before
going to class!!

Chapter Three

As none
other than Draco Malfoy collapsed into his arms, Harry panicked.

Memories
of exchanges of snide comments and curses flooded his head and Harry felt the
immediate need to push the boy away, but an unknown force kept him still. With
one arm trapped between Draco�s body and his, he poked Draco�s back rudely with
his free hand.

�Oi... Malfoy?�

�Ha!� Ron
guffawed behind him. �Look, the little ferret fainted.�

Hermione
promptly elbowed the red-haired boy in the ribs. �We�re Prefects, Ron. Act like
one.� Before they knew it, she was already dishing out orders. �Harry, carry
Malfoy inside. Ginny, go around and ask if any of the DA members hexed him, and
if they did, which curses they used. Ron, you are coming with me to find
the Head Boy and Girl.�

�What?!
Why do we have to help the ferret? What has he ever done for us? If Malfoy
found Harry like this, he�d probably hexed him more. Please, Hermione,�
Ron pleaded, �don�t make me help that git!�

Harry
sighed. Ron could really be stubborn, a stereotypical Gryffindor trait. But
even Harry, who hated Malfoy with every fiber of his being, could see that
there was something unusual with the prat. This was
no ordinary hex. It left no physical signs of damage, and it probably rendered
Malfoy mute at some point because the boy certainly didn�t call out for help.

�Bloody
hell, Harry, let him drop to the floor!� Ron stepped up from behind Harry and
placed a hand on Draco�s shoulder with every intention of shoving the boy away
from his best friend�s body.

The
reaction was instantaneous. Draco�s shoulder jerked back violently, and to
Harry�s horror and confusion, dug his head further into Harry�s embrace. Ron
drew back his hand and huffed. The still unconscious Draco slept on unaware.
Harry, on the other hand, flushed with embarrassment. He wasn�t exactly
experienced when it came to human contact.

Ginny
interrupted at the perfect time by volunteering to do what Hermione asked.
After she left, Hermione dragged a complaining Ron away as well. Harry, though he
loathed the fact that he had to carry Malfoy into their compartment, was
thankful that he wasn�t the one picked to follow Hermione. According to their
letters, Cho Chang was Head Girl this year, and Harry
was going to stay away from her for as long as possible.

Sighing at
his unfortunate fate, Harry lifted the taller boy up. It was a hard task to do
without his muscles; Draco wasn�t a lightweight to say the least. Once inside,
Harry dumped the blond boy and took a seat opposite of Draco�s. The Slytherin�s lower body dangled from the seat in a seemingly
uncomfortable position. Harry was tempted to leave him like that, but the noble
Gryffindor in him gave in and he helped to adjust the fainted boy into a
sleeping pose.

A few
minutes later Ginny walked back in with a shy smile.

�None of
the DA members know anything about it. Although,� she giggled, �they were all
willing to pay me a Galleon to see the ferret like this.�

Harry set
his left elbow onto the window pane and leaned his cheek against it. He laughed
merrily at Ginny�s words. �You�re just as bad as your brother.�

Ginny�s
grin didn�t fade. She stuck her tongue out at Harry and chanced a glance at the
blond Slytherin. �Hey, Harry, sorry to leave you here alone, but Neville and
the guys are playing Exploding Snap, and er...�

The
Gryffindor champion fought hard to suppress a knowing laugh. Honestly, the way
that Ginny and Neville had been ogling each other the past week was even worse
than the tension between Ron and Hermione. �Then get out of here already, you
don�t think I actually want your company?� Harry joked.

�Thanks,
Harry!� Ginny was out like a bullet.

The
Gryffindor boy spent the next ten minutes in contemplative silence. He stared
out the window and refused to think about the boy who captured his eyes moments
ago. Truth be told, it was eerily strange to see that look in Malfoy�s eyes. Harry hadn�t been hallucinating. There
was a distinctive look of desperation and longing. It irked him to no end not
to know what bothered the usually arrogant boy so much.

And the
color! Harry had never seen Malfoy�s eyes so
disturbingly bright before. Pure mercury seemed to bleed from those convex
orbs, just as beautiful, just as poisonous.

Harry
shuddered despite the mild September weather. The memory of the warmth of Malfoy�s flesh still burnt his fingertips. Malfoy�s skin glowed so exquisitely. Two fading specks of
red tinted his otherwise purely pale cheeks. A thought came to him then. Was
Malfoy actually simply sick and feverish? Perhaps no one hexed him at all.

At that,
Harry leaned forward and placed a hand on Malfoy�s
forehead. Immediately, the Slytherin�s upper body
jerked upwards, letting loose a sigh of pure relief. His eyes fluttered but
refused to open, and the most exotic moan Harry had ever heard escaped from
Draco�s throat.

Harry jolted
back as if his hand had been shocked. His heart pounded like a drum inside his
ribcages, blood circulated through his veins and he felt the rush. His skin
tingled and his senses overloaded. He suddenly felt the familiar feeling of his
wings coming slowly back to life. Startled, Harry concentrated on pulling them
back. He rather liked the gray shirt that he was wearing.

The energy
that it took him to do such a deed was surprisingly draining. Harry had never
had problems before with calling forward or drawing back his wings. When he was
sure that those midnight-black appendages weren�t going to make an inopportune
appearance, he collapsed into his seat and breathed heavily. His eyelids began
to droop; the urge to sleep conquered his brain.

Harry was
seconds away from dreamland when a tap sounded at the door. Not wondering why
Ron or Hermione didn�t just open the door themselves, he stood up to welcome
back his friends, only to see a fluttering, strange tawny owl carrying a piece
of parchment in its talons.

The
raven-haired boy yawned but took up the letter anyway. Hey, Harry, it
read. Cho said not to worry about that
slimy git too much. The world is better without him,
and hey, I�ve gotta agree. Hermione is hitting me now.
Anyway, Cho and Jason are keeping us for Prefect
duties. Meetings, patrolling, you understand. We�ll go visit you as soon as
possible. Leave the ferret alone if you want, go visit Seamus or someone. Oh,
and if you see Ginny or Colin, tell them to get their butts over here, they�re
Prefects now too. Gotta go, Hermione�s hitting me
again. � Ron

Harry
barely had time to shove the letter into his pocket before he completely
collapsed into his seat.

He was
dreaming in no time.

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

About five
hours later, Harry was dragged back to the real world as someone tugged roughly
on his long bangs.

His eyes
fluttered open to see his best friend�s confused frown in front of him.

�Ron?�

�Still sleeping?
This is the fifth time we�ve checked on you.� Ron�s blue eyes blinked owlishly.
�Blimey, Harry, the books certainly didn�t mention this. What did you do to
yourself again?�

�Huh? Ron,
what are you...�

�Here,
Harry.� Ron took a step back and only then did Harry realize that Hermione was
sitting next to him. Harry straightened his posture, only to groan out in pain
when he realized just how stiff his neck was from leaning against the
compartment wall the entire time.

What
Hermione produced was a simple hand mirror. Holding it at a distance to his face,
Harry blinked and tried to register what Ron was complaining about now.

Giant, oozing pimples? Nope. More hideous lightning scars? Nah.
His hair was just as messy as ever, and his eyes were glowing brilliantly, as
it did the first time he got himself out of that invisible mess. His lips were
bright red and full, his cheekbones were fairly high, his eyelashes curled
exotically upwards, and his skin radiated with an olive tan....

�Oh,
bugger.�

If Harry
thought he looked girly a week ago, that was nothing compared to this. It was
almost funny how he looked so beautifully feminine, and yet at the same time, a
certain masculine aura distinctively separated him from the female population.

Hermione chuckled
next to him. �You look beautiful, Harry! Even more so than
before!�

Harry and
Ron both grimaced as if that word was taboo in the male language. Really, a
16-year-old boy shot for �manly� and �tough�, not �beautiful�!

�Oh, don�t
be so immature, Ron. And Harry, take it as a compliment. You�re positively
glowing!�

�Right,�
Harry groaned and slumped back, �just what I need. Maybe the next time Voldemort comes after me, I�ll shoo him off with my
glittery fairy powders. And who knows? I bet Tinkerbelle would simply love
to be my partner. Then afterwards we�ll do each other�s hair and sing Madonna
songs while dancing naked around a bonfire.�

Hermione
laughed aloud at the muggle references, while Ron
looked slightly miffed that he was being left out of their conversation once
again.

�Damn,
Harry, we leave you alone with the ferret for five hours and you�re already
picking up his bad habits. Tsk tsk,
Harry old boy.� Ron, now sitting on the other side of Hermione, reprimanded
Harry on his sarcastic remarks.

Harry
finally remembered that they weren�t alone in the compartment. Draco Malfoy was
indeed sleeping soundly away. Though for some odd reason, he was gripping his
trousers rather tightly and biting down on his lower lip, almost hard enough to
draw blood. It was as if he was experiencing a really bad nightmare.

�Let�s see
if we can wake him up and get him out of here.� Ron, not even bothering to
shove Malfoy awake, simply kicked him on the legs. Hermione batted Ron on the
arm, but only meant it half-heartedly.

Draco
moaned again but didn�t wake up. Just like the first time, that foreign
resonance sent a shooting tingle down to Harry�s toes. The urge to let go of
his restraints on his wings increased, and his speeding heartbeat didn�t help
the matter. Ron kicked the blond again, and Draco finally opened his eyes.

The
realization was instant. As soon as Draco�s brain drifted back to the realm of
the conscious he knew that a special being was within close range.

Somewhere
to his right sat a heavenly creature that smelled like lilies and chocolate.
Draco�s breath quickened and a whimper escaped his
voice box without warning.

Thank
sweet Salazar! Draco had never expected to find his mate so quickly, but the
heavens proved him wrong. His beloved, his Intended was sitting close to him,
and all Draco had to do was turn his head ninety degree clockwise and proclaim
his undying love and devotion for the one whom he�d no doubt spend the rest of
his life with.

That is,
until his eyes fell upon a heavenly creature who looked eerily similar to Harry
Potter.

Draco
furrowed his brows. Okay, so his Intended was a boy, but that was okay. So his
Intended bore a strong resemblance to the boy who lived, but that was tolerable
too....

�Okay
there, Malfoy?�

But did
his Intended have to sound like Potty as well? That was a bit disturbing.

�I think
he hit his head and gone stupid, Harry.� The familiar voice of boy-weasel
echoed in Draco�s ears. The young Slytherin gasped to himself and closed his
eyes. Half of him wanted to see his Intended�s face again, but the other half
was deeply in denial. No, his life mate was not Harry Potter! No, that
was unacceptable!

Denial was
a horrible thing at this stage. As soon as Draco�s inner voice rejected the
�ridiculous� notion that Harry �Ya-Just-Can�t-Kill-Me�
Potter could possibly be his Intended, his Zephyr heritage kicked in and fully
reprimanded him on his stubbornness. An incorporeal knife drove into Draco�
chest and left him panting over the sudden pain.

This was
not good. Draco�s body shot up at the hidden pain. The blond trembled once the
torture faded away and he was fully ready to collapse back onto his seat.

And then
two hands reached out and supported his shoulders. Harry, always the gentleman,
was on his feet attempting to help Draco to sit up. The place where Harry�s
hands touched him flamed up with sensations. The simple gesture overwhelmed the
blond Zephyr�s mental process, and Draco trembled.

Harry, who
apparently noticed Draco�s abrupt change in attitude, raised two well-shaped
eyebrows and asked in minor concern. �Malfoy, you gonna
faint on us again?�

Harry�s
voice worked like magic on the wound inside Draco�s chest. Though the cut was
unreal, Draco could distinctively feel his heart healing under the caress of
Harry�s muttered syllables.

Draco
raised two daring eyes to meet Harry�s emerald irises, and had just enough
strength to hold back the gasp within.

Harry was
beautiful, more beautiful than Draco remembered him to be. His unkempt hair
somehow managed to find a pattern. Curly black strands covered an adorably
shaped forehead. Two glowing orbs flitted behind round black frames. Draco felt
his eyes drift down to Harry�s slightly open mouth and the little tantalizing
tongue that sat behind two straight rows of white teeth.

At that
moment, Draco was willing to give Harry his everything if it meant that Harry
would allow him a little kiss. Just a little one...

�Oi, Malfoy.� Weasley rudely snapped two fingers in Draco�s
line of vision, breaking the Slytherin out of his trance.

The Slytherin�s muddled mind momentarily pondered upon Harry�s
origin. Did Weasel and Mudblood know that their best
friend wasn�t exactly human? The Potter line was unbelievably pure until James
Potter married Lily Evans, but someone must�ve strayed somewhere because Harry had
to have at least some Zephyr blood in order to be recognized as Draco�s Intended.

Draco�s
pondering was lost in his mind when a new sensation penetrated his brain. He
sucked in a deep breath and made a beeline for the compartment door. From the
corner of his eyes, he was able to see a glowing aura pulsating around Harry�s
body. Harry, Draco realized, had just learned how to use his attraction magic,
consciously or not. The attraction magic would only get stronger with time,
until the two Zephyrs finally bonded. Soon, every uncommitted girl (and boy) was
going to fall on their knees begging to get into Harry�s pants.

Draco�s
eyes narrowed as a feral growl escaped his throat. He didn�t want to like
Harry, he really didn�t, but his Zephyr blood was having none of that. And as
part of the package, his Zephyr side was going to do everything humanly
possible to fight off unwanted company that was bound to be after Harry as
well.

Attraction
power ten times stronger than that of a veela....
Draco wasn�t sure how to deal with Harry�s numerous future suitors, nor was he
sure if he could keep himself away from the Golden Boy, or if he wanted to stay
away at all.

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

Things
began to get even weirder � if that was possible � for Harry Potter once he
stepped off the Hogwarts Express. Ron and Hermione hurried away to escort the
lower years onto the thestral-pulled carriages, and
so Harry was left alone with a bunch of lower classmen.

It was the
strangest thing. Everywhere he went, people stared at him. And it wasn�t the
usual surreptitious looks toward his scar either. This time, it felt like
everyone�s eyes were glaring at him unblinkingly. A few first years that saw him literately bumped into solid objects because they
weren�t looking ahead.

Harry did
his best to keep his head down. With his robe wrapped securely around his now
smaller body, he darted into an empty carriage, ignoring the rushes of memories
as his eyes fell upon the winged creatures.

Merely
seconds later, he was joined by three fourth year Gryffindors.

A brunette
called Cassandra (according to the nametag on her robe) sat timidly next to
Harry, while her two male friends sat across. Harry was ashamed to admit it,
but he really didn�t mingle with the lower classmen much, not even ones from
his own house. Cassandra and her friends, Bruce and Ethan, were talking lively
before they entered, but as soon as their eyes fell upon the savior of the wizarding world, their mouths decided to snap shut, and
instead, resorted to staring at Harry from the corners of their eyes.

An odd
feeling nagged at Harry�s hindbrain. It was like a very vague memory that he
definitely had but couldn�t recall; and so he decided to lay back and ponder at
this. It was better than freaking out from the stares, as they were quite
unnerving.

The feast
was even worse. From the Entrance Hall to the Great Hall, people stared at his
every movement. It was as if there was an invisible circle with a radius of ten
feet with Harry as the center. Not only did he attract the looks, he also
rendered the watchers completely mute. The observers� eyes were so concentrated
on Harry that the rest of their autonomic functions simply stopped working.

There were
a few who weren�t affected, of course, like Neville and Ginny, who were walking
together quite closely in Harry�s opinion. A few feet behind him, Lavender
Brown and Dean Thomas were chatting loudly, and both only gave Harry the usual
greetings.

Just as
Harry entered the Great Hall, Hermione and Ron caught up from behind. The two
newcomers noticed the strange silence around their best friend immediately.

�Hey,
mate, people are staring at you again,� Ron pointed out the painfully obvious
situation.

�It�s
because Harry had gotten so beautiful over the summer,� Hermione teased
under her breath, not wanting to give away Harry�s secret to the entire school.
The student body was now very intent on eavesdropping on the Golden Trio.

�Hardy, har, har,
Hermione.�
Harry slipped into a seat fairly down the table. He glanced at the seventh
years (only to see them staring back) and felt a horrible feeling of dread. One
more year, and he�d be sitting at that spot as the graduating class of Hogwarts.
Just two more years and he�d be a fully licensed wizard. Life as his own man
was something worthy to look forward to... if he lived until then.

One thing
that had Harry worried was the reason for the population of the Hogwarts
student body�s attention toward him. Was it simply because his looks changed,
or was it because someone leaked out the Prophecy and now the wizarding world officially considered him to be their only
hope?

Footsteps
approached the contemplating youth.

�Hey
there, Harry! Didn�t see you on the train, how was your...
Holy!�

Seamus Finnigan immediately stopped talking as Harry lifted his
head to look at the Irish teen. The sandy haired boy fell into a deep trance
within seconds. His eyes glazed over and his right hand shifted forward in a
move to caress Harry�s glowing cheek.

Harry
stared at his long-time friend in confusion and horror, body unmoving from the
shock of Seamus� actions. The majority of the Great Hall watched along in
tensed silence. Seamus� strokes came faster and harsher. As one of his knuckles
brushed across Harry�s chin, someone�s goblet was knocked over, and the simple
resonance was enough to bring Harry out of his stillness.

�Seamus!�
Harry scooted back, bumping his body in Ron�s. Seamus blinked and finally
dropped his arm, but his eyes remained in a filmy state.

�What�s
gotten into him? Seamus!� Dean came up from behind his friend and
stomped on Seamus� foot. The Irish boy howled in pain and flung his arms out,
and finally woke up from his stupor.

With him,
the entire Great Hall fell back into chatty conversations, gossips, and
banters. Numerous students had to slap their heads to clear them, all quite
confused.

Worried,
Harry coughed to attract Seamus� attention, who at the moment was yelling at
Dean for hurting him. �Seamus, you okay there?�

The teen
became quiet instantly. He guiltily sneaked a glance at his friend but didn�t
keep his eyes on the boy who lived. �Yeah, just fine, mate.� With that, Seamus
took a seat between Dean and Hermione and refused to meet Harry�s eyes for the
rest of the night.

As soon as
all the higher years settled down, Professor McGonagall�s voice boomed over the
Great Hall. It was then that Harry noticed Professor McGonagall wasn�t sitting
in her usual seat. Instead, she sat in Dumbledore�s golden chair, and the old
Headmaster was nowhere to be seen.

�I welcome
you back for another year at Hogwarts. Due to unusual circumstances, Headmaster
Dumbledore will not be with us this school year. Instead, I shall fill in as temporary
Headmistress.�

There was
a collective gasp around the Hall. Ever since the Ministry�s announcement of Voldemort�s return, many had been on the tip of their toes.
This seemed to be the last draw. If Dumbledore deemed it important to abandon
his school, then something must be up.

But
Headmistress McGonagall didn�t even pause to let the news sink in. She directed
her hand toward a young woman sitting three seats down to her right.

�Now,
allow me to introduce your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher �
Professor Tonks.� Five heads from the Gryffindor
table and one from the Slytherin�s
shot up.

Tonks,
who now donned her usual appearance but with flaming red hair, stood up and
smiled enthusiastically at the students. Her eyes
swept over toward Harry�s direction discretely, though there was definitely a
wink.

�Miss Tonks had agreed to temporarily abandon her profession as
an Auror to teach us the arts of defense. You shall
need these skills, especially at such a dangerous and trying time. And for
those who intend to move onto Auror training, this
will be the perfect opportunity to gain some further knowledge of the field.
Now, let the sorting begin!�

Harry did
his best not to stare at Tonks. After all, no one
else was supposed to know that he had long met her through the Order. But with
the absence of Dumbledore and a fully trained � albeit clumsy � Auror in their mists, this certainly promised to be an
interesting year.

Hagrid
escorted in the first years, and Gryffindor somehow gained thirteen more
housemates, though Harry�s eyes were focused entirely on his empty plate. He
had really hoped to gain some answers concerning his newly discovered heritage
from the wise old wizard, but where was he going to find the man now?

The feast
was scrumptious as usual. Ron devoured mouthfuls while keeping up a one-sided
conversation with Dean and a quietly contemplative Seamus. Hermione cast obviously
concerned looks at Harry, and piled mountains of food atop his plate, which he
ate very little of.

Drained,
Harry allowed Hermione to lead him back to their common room. Hedwig greeted
him upon his entrance to the sixth year boys� dorm. The sixth year showers,
they discovered, were only suited for four people at a time. Harry plopped down
on his four-poster bed and agreed to let the others shower and change first. He
closed his eyes and listened to Hedwig�s soft hoots, and was just about to fall
asleep when his mattress dipped in due to a newly added weight.

�Seamus?�
Harry opened one green eye and supported himself up on his elbows. Seamus was
sitting next to him; his hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly that his
knuckles turned white.

�Harry, I�m
sorry about earlier. I don�t know what got into me...� Seamus started. His
voice was soft and strained, his eyes trained on Ron�s bed, and his breathing
was quick and shallow.

�Oh, don�t
worry about it. It wasn�t your fault... I think.� Harry patted his friend on
the shoulder with the intention of comforting him, but his objective did not
have the desired effect as Seamus� eyes glazed over again. Before Harry knew
it, Seamus had him pinned to the bed.

�Wha... Seamus, get off!� Harry croaked in panic. He
tried to fight off the bigger boy but Seamus had him in a very compromising
position. Add to that his much weaker muscles, Harry couldn�t do much except
yell his head off, but he knew this wasn�t much help either since every wall of
the dorm was sound proof.

�You�re so
beautiful. Let me love you, Harry. I�ll take care of you.� Without warning,
Seamus violently captured Harry�s lush lips and began to nibble on them. The
latter�s body went into a sudden state of shock, but as soon as Harry felt
something press into his thigh, he began to thrash.

It felt so
wrong. The touches, the kisses, the words, all so wrong, out of place. Seamus�
voice just didn�t click, didn�t fit with a specific niche in Harry�s mind. The
Irish boy�s mouth moved onto Harry�s neck, and the green-eyed boy screamed.

�SEAMUS! GET OFF HIM!!� Ron�s gruff
voice sounded like Orpheus� music to Harry�s ears. The redhead violently pulled
Seamus away from Harry and tossed him to Neville and Dean. Then he helped Harry
into a sitting position and shielded his friend from harm using his own lanky
body.

Seamus
fell silent under Dean and Neville�s constraints. Dean was too busy yelling at
Seamus� inappropriate behavior to notice the glance Neville shared with Ron.

�Oh,
Merlin, Harry, I�m so sorry! Harry, I didn�t mean to, I swear! Please, believe
me!� It seemed that Seamus was back to normal now. He pleaded on his knees with
tears in his eyes, and looked so sincere that Dean couldn�t even berate him
anymore.

Harry sat
still with Ron�s right arm swung over his shoulders. He clamped one hand
tightly over his now scarlet mouth and panted in harsh breaths.

�Neville,
get McGonagall,� Ron commanded after another death glare at Seamus. Before
Neville could move, however, Harry stopped him with a hand.

�No, not McGonagall. Hermione.�

Neville
nodded and ran toward the girls� side.

The dorm
was quiet until a pajama clad Hermione rushed in. After a quick sweep over the
room, Hermione patted over to Harry�s side and smoothed the teen�s hair.

�Oh,
Harry, what happened?�

�I�ll
tell you what happened!� Ron drew his arm back and pointed an accusing finger
at a shaken Seamus. �He fucking tried to rape my best friend!�

�Ron!
Watch your language!� The sensible girl looked back and forth between Seamus
and Harry. Both boys seemed to be in terrible shock; both were equally white in
the face. It was hard to tell just who attacked whom. �Ron,� Hermione
whispered, �I don�t think Seamus can be blamed for his actions.�

�Oh, yeah?
Tell that to Harry!�

Hermione
ignored Ron. �Seamus, what made you...�

�I don�t
know! It... it was weird! You guys know that I
would never hurt �arry on purpose. It was just
strange, like I couldn�t control myself. And I felt sleepy too... and extremely
happy. Harry! You know I wouldn�t do that do you, right?�

Harry
inhaled shakily but lifted his head to meet Seamus� eyes. �Seamus... you won�t
do that again, right?�

�No!
Never! I swear!�

Dean
grasped Seamus� shoulder, his brows furrowed thoughtfully. �Ron, Hermione, I
think you have some explaining to do. Harry, I know I�m a little late to the
news, but even I can tell that you�ve changed... somehow. Just what happened
these two months?�

Hermione
sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. �I really want to tell you, Dean.
But it�s just not the best time. You�ll know when the right time comes, I
promise. For now, Harry is not to go anywhere alone. Ron, Neville, or I are to
guard him at all times. Harry, place a locking charm on your curtains at night.
I�m sorry, Seamus, it�s not that I don�t trust you, but the circumstances are
beyond our control. I�ll speak with Professor McGonagall tomorrow. For now,
let�s all get some rest. I shouldn�t be here now that it�s so late, and we all
have classes first thing tomorrow.�

Five boys
nodded their consent. It didn�t surprise them so much anymore that Hermione can
command them without any effort. Her logic made sense, and they knew that it
was for their own benefit to follow her orders.

Hermione
left after giving a motherly hug to a still ashen Harry. None of the boys slept
very well that night.

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

Draco
fingered the enchanting vial. He brought it to his lips but didn�t tilt it
back.

To drink,
or not to drink, that was the question.

Dinner was
impossible to get through. Harry�s obvious allure had a palpable effect on the
student body, but no one felt the attraction more than Draco had. Waves of
promised pleasure nearly drowned the Slytherin boy. Every molecule of his body
was tugging him toward the direction of the Gryffindor table. Draco�s Zephyr
blood rushed in and out his heart, and urged him to spread his wings and fly
over to the boy with the muddled hair and make him his.

Dumbledore�s
absence wasn�t even remotely important for Draco. Severus
Snape�s worried glares were also promptly ignored.
His cousin�s appearance was a great surprise though. The Tonks
and Andromeda, Nymphadora�s mother, were considered
the shameful part of their family, so Draco had never met this cousin before.

Pansy
fussed over him throughout the entire course of the meal, but Draco simple
flinched away every time she tried to touch him. Blaise was perhaps the worst,
for he refused to shut up about Harry Potter�s new look. When Zabini began to drool on his mashed potatoes, Draco had to
restrain himself from shredding the boy to pieces.

The itch,
that incredible pain of pleasure also did not relent. In fact, for every moment
that Draco tried to deny Harry�s existence, the pain doubled in intensity.

However,
Draco was strong. He held his anger in check when the entire hall wouldn�t stop
goggling at his Harry. He controlled his rage whenever his
Harry�s body accidentally bumped into someone else�s.

But he
reached his limit when Seamus Fucking
Finnigan started to caress Harry�s cheeks,
which, by definition, also belonged to Draco Malfoy.

Okay, so
Draco didn�t exactly plan on claiming Harry as his own, they were worst
enemies, after all. And so what if Draco still despised Harry Potter with every
fiber of his being and would never admit to anyone that Potter was his Intended?
None of this matter to his Zephyr self, and at that moment, his Zephyr blood
was calling for revenge.

Fucking
Finnigan! Draco remembered yelling those words in his head. He
remembered watching in completely rage as Finnigan�s
hands traveled across Harry�s glistening flesh. And he also remembered getting
unbelievably turned on as he mentally replaced Finnigan�s
hand with his own.

When Draco
finally reached his limit, he purposely knocked over his goblet and spilled the
content all over Blaise�s robe. The latter was watching the interaction between
Finnigan and Harry as well, and had been moaning
huskily. Draco congratulated himself for killing two idiots with one stone.

For the
rest of the evening, Draco gave in to his Zephyr desires. The itch wouldn�t
leave him alone, and Draco used it to his advantage. He didn�t care who saw,
but his mercury eyes didn�t leave Harry�s figure for a second. By the time
dinner was over, Draco had serious trouble getting back to his room due to the greatest
hard-on of his life.

Draco
ignored his roommates� calls and retired immediately to his bed. He locked the
hanging with several locking and silencing spells and was about to release
himself from the torture when he noticed a milky envelop on his bed.

Draco�s
eyes fell upon his mother�s familiar handwriting and his heart sank.

Dearest
Draco,

I hope
you had a comfortable train ride, mother misses you already. Do not worry too
much about your school mates� commentaries, Malfoys
hold our heads up high no matter what happens. Don�t forget to take your
medicine, and have Professor Snape contact me if you
do not feel well. I wish you the best in your search, and do not worry about
things at home for I shall take care of it. My friend Ella stopped by after you
left and was terribly sorry that she missed you. I told her about that new
dress robe you bought, and she was delighted to hear that it was light yellow �
her favorite color, so don�t forget to show her when you come back for the Yule
holiday.

Be
proud of yourself, you�re my son no matter what. Take pride in your heritage,
and do not focus too much on things that are not your concern. You�re still
young, and I�ll support whatever road you choose to walk.

� Proud
Wife of Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa

Half of
the letter was in his mother�s handwriting and his mother�s tone, but the
second half of every sentence were distinct warnings from Lucius. �Ella�, Draco
knew it as Bellatrix�s nickname, an alias that the Malfoys used often in their exchanges.

Draco
folded the letter and tucked it under his pillow. His father had basically told
him that it was okay not to follow in his footsteps; that it was acceptable if
he did not want to work for the Dark Lord. Draco�s inner soul was out on open
display due to his wing color, and Lucius, the ever respectable and
disciplinary aristocrat, could not abandon his role as a father and thus
yielded to the path fate laid out for Draco. For this, the blond Zephyr was
eternally grateful.

On the
other hand, his father had also given Draco the right to take his mate. Lucius
had been through this too, and he could understand the raw need that was
running through Draco�s veins.

However,
Lucius� tolerant disposition did give any comfort to Draco�s conscience. If
anything, the young Slytherin felt guiltier than before.

Draco
buried his head into his hands and his body shook with disbelief at his own
behavior. After a long time of pondering and indecision, he finally took out
the vial that had been stashed away in his pocket all day.

Raising
the vial to his crescent lips, Draco downed the content. He could not go back
home and tell his father that his Intended was Harry James Potter. His father
was already in deep trouble for hiding Draco�s true nature from Bellatrix. The future ahead was only going to get harder
now that Bellatrix fervently believed Draco�s soul to
be as dark as hers. As soon as she reported to Voldemort,
the countdown to Draco�s initiation as a Death Eater had begun. What then? Was
Lucius really going to risk everything to shield his son from the Dark Lord?

No, Draco
couldn�t have that.

The
draught acted on his system almost immediately. The itch died into a dull thud
inside his chest, and Draco had never felt so hollow. It was then that he
remembered how he and Harry had already made eye contact � a mental connection
which was the first step of bonding between Zephyr mates. The second step was mental,
and the final step was physical. The itch within was supposed to increase as
the bonding process went on, and if any Zephyr forced the longing to disappear
through outside sources, the dullness that rebounded could cause serious
depression and withdraw.

Draco
scoffed. He wasn�t afraid of depression or withdraws. He was never going to
make the mistake of bonding with Harry any further. He owed his father that
much.

Moreover,
Draco was going to do his best to follow in his father�s footsteps and save
Lucius the headaches and troubles. If possible, he was going to change his wing
colors so they would be a real light yellow instead of the glamour Lucius put
on. It was the only way to redeem himself, the only mean of redemption for ever
choosing the savior of the wizarding world as his
life�s Intended.

Draco
gasped and collapsed onto his mattress. He soon became drowsy due to the
calming draught. And as he fell into the grasp of darkness,
all thoughts of his father disappeared. Instead, Draco�s dreams were
plagued with emptiness, and he slept on with a shivering hand placed over his
heart, where a deep part of his life had suddenly gone missing.

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

On the island of Bermuda, an old wizard rested on a
deserted part of the beach. He hadn�t had a vacation for years, and now seemed
the perfect time as any.

Dumbledore
sighed contently and stroked his beard; his other hand rubbed some suntan
lotion onto his broken nose. An almost sinister laugh escaped the wizard�s
throat. He picked up the two folded pieces of oxidized paper and grinned. Madam
Pince would kill him for ripping those pages out of Rare
and Beautiful, a Dangerous Combination, Vol. 4.

No,
Headmaster Dumbledore was not going to stay in Bermuda
all year. A few months away were enough. He would return, all in good time.

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

It was
merely six in the morning when his door was slammed open by a Malfoy in rags. Severus Snape was only half awake
as his proudest student bashed his door open. Draco was dressed in the most
horribly kept piece of robes. His cloak alone was ripped in many places. A
relatively large hole was clearly visible in the front of Draco�s school shirt.
Through it, claw marks disfigured the alabaster skin.

Severus
dropped his cloak in shock and rushed over to catch the fainting blond.

�Good
heavens, Draco, what happened to you?� Severus
clutched Draco�s shaking body in his arms and dragged the boy over into his
armchair.

Draco
didn�t seem to register Severus� presence. His left
hand clutched the hem of his robe while his right scratched more bloody marks onto
his chest.

�Mr.
Malfoy, stop it this instant!� Severus tried to
prevent Draco from hurting himself any further, but the young man�s strength
was stronger than Severus gave him credit for.
Finally, Severus had to bind him to the chair with
ropes, but even then, Draco�s body refused to stop quaking.

The blonde�s
lips hadn�t stopped moving ever since he entered the room, although he wasn�t saying
anything loud enough for Severus to hear. His mercury
eyes were so bright that they were blinding. The Potions professor did his best
not to look directly into Draco�s eyes, for he knew the consequences would be
dire.

Soon
Draco�s skin began to glow as brazenly as his eyes. Severus
began to breathe in harsh gasps as he did his best to keep in control. If it weren�t
for his high magic level and his role as Draco�s long-time physician, Severus would�ve lost his mind to the beautiful creature in
front of him, whom was currently thrashing and moaning in the most pleasant
way.

The
greasy-haired man drew himself away from the armchair and unlocked his private
potion cabinet. He grabbed the draught that he knew Draco so desperately
needed. He uncorked the vial and forced the liquid into Draco�s luscious lips.

Reflex
told Draco to swallow. A long minute later, the glow in his skin and the fire
in his eyes dimmed, leaving Severus with a quiet and
despondent young man.

�Draco?
I�m going to untie you now and heal your wounds.� To that, Draco said nothing.

A few
quick healing spells later, Draco�s skin was back to normal. Severus subconsciously reprimanded himself for not knowing
many useful mending charms; Draco�s meticulous sense of fashion would no doubt
berate him later for the state of his clothing.

Severus
dropped down into his other armchair. He half expected Draco to fall into a
peaceful state of rest, but was shocked when crystalline tears began to form
those lightning irises.

Severus
sighed. He hated this part of his job.

�Draco?�

The
Slytherin blond laughed dryly. Despite his current conditions, he still somehow
found strength to stand. �Uncle Severus, I need some
more of that draught. It wore off after eight hours.�

�Surely
you can deal with the pain for a while. It�ll do you no good to become
dependent on the draught. Only take it when you can�t handle it anymore.� Severus took out three vials of it from his stock and
handed it over to Draco.

�No. I
want all that you have. I need a constant supply. Uncle Sev,
I don�t want this feeling to come back, ever again. Do you understand me?�

Severus
exhaled heavily. �Don�t be foolish, Draco. How can you expect to live the rest
of your life like so? It�ll take some time, but your Intended is out there.�

�But what if I don�t want him?!�

�Him?�
Severus� back straightened. �You�ve found your
Intended!�

�Yeah, and
I made the stupid mistake of looking him in the eye! Now the bonding has begun
and I can�t do anything to reverse it!�

�So you�re
going to ignore it?! Draco, don�t be foolish!� Severus
was suddenly very taken back. How could this had
happened so soon? It was only the first day of class! He wanted to say
something. He wanted to yell at Draco and tell him to stop torturing himself
and just accept Harry, but Dumbledore left him specific orders to not to reveal
what he knew to anyone. Severus was the secret holder
of both sides, the only person who knew the complete truth besides Dumbledore.

�I said, I don�t want him!�

�Why not?�
He knew exactly why not. �Your father won�t care about the gender. Draco, you
should know by now that Lucius only wants you to be happy.�

�Well,
that�s the problem.� And with those puzzling last words, Draco stormed back to
his dorm.

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