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Fins and Other Such Bodily Additions	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Harry was sure he was dreaming, because what he was seeing couldn’t be real. Then again he was a wizard and he had done many things that he had once thought couldn’t ever truly happen. In front of him was a lake, at first he thought it was the one by Hogwarts, but now he knew better. This lake had clear water, so that even as the night sky shined down on him he could see the pebbles that made up the lake floor at the shallower ends.

He didn’t have a clue where he was, but honestly at the moment that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was the bright, glowing form that was gracefully gliding around in the water. Every once in a while he caught a brief glimmer of skin, or at least he thought it was skin. The form looked human for the most part after all. What was shocking him the most was his magic’s reaction to the glowing creature.

At first his magic just pooled in his fingertips, itching to break free and to draw the other magical being closer. Now, his magic had gathered all over his skin. Only the smallest bit remained attached to his magical core to keep him alive. He must have been breathing heavier than he had thought because not a second later the creature was facing him. Silvery eyes peered just above the water’s edge, scanning over him in a way that made him feel naked and oddly hungry.

He blinked and nearly jumped back when the creature appeared at the edge of the lake, eyes still peering over the top of the water. It wasn’t until the glowing form pushed itself up that Harry even pondered how it could breathe under the water.

As Harry stared in awe at the newly revealed body; which was male from the waist up, his magic throbbed releasing a small amount into the air. The creature gasped and his eyes closed in bliss for a moment before they opened and focused on Harry with dilated pupils. He didn’t even realize that he had fallen to his knees until the creature reached out and gently touched the side of his face. He wasn’t sure whether he should be this close or not, but all his magic wanted him to do was get closer.

“Find me,” the voice of the creature was light and airy; which made it even more enchanting.

Then he was awake, staring up at the ceiling of his four-poster in Gryffindor tower. He could hear Ron and the other guys in his year already moving around as the day began and he was thankful that the curtains were drawn otherwise he would most likely be blinded by the early morning sunlight. Reaching under his pillow he grabbed the bottomless bag that held all of his potions and took out the two that were supposed to last him through the rest of the day. Downing them quickly be hoped that today would be the day that they would finally begin to work.

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By the time he reached his third class of the day Draco was about to pass out. He had stayed up all night in the library trying to find answers to his new development. What made it worse was that he hadn’t found much of anything. The only thing he found was a myth about a mermaid’s claws. His stomach clenched painfully as he thought of the myth. Apparently a mature mermaid had poison in her claws that weakened the victim, making it easier for the mermaid to feed. Though, if a mermaid let her victim go, though no one had ever escaped a mature mermaid’s clutches, then the poison dissolved into the victim’s body. It fused with the person’s DNA, turning them into something that hadn’t been seen for millennia, a merman. Mermaids only ever turn women when they see them dying; either by their own hand or another’s. They never fed off women, only killed them or turned them.

Draco went over the myth and his memory of the attack again and again, a feeling of dread growing stronger by the second. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going as he walked down the hallway after his final class of the day. So, like most people who didn’t pay attention, he ended up flat on his arse, staring up in shock at the person he ran into. Although, his shock turned into panic as he saw the confused, glowing green eyes staring down at him.

“Are you allrig-?” Harry Potter cut himself off, his expression changing from concerned to confused in a matter of seconds, “Malfoy?”

Draco’s mouth went dry as he stared up into sea green eyes. Gathering up any courage he had left in is shocked and exhausted state, he quickly gathered up his things from where they had fallen to the cobblestone floor and stood, albeit shakily, to his feet.

“Watch where you are going next time Potter.” He said, knowing that his voice wasn’t quite as hard and spitting as he had wanted it to be, and turned to walk away.

Only he was prevented from doing so when a strong hand wrapped around his upper arm and tugged him to he was facing back at the Gryffindor. Draco’s breathing quickened from what at first he thought was his hormones reacting to the touch and close proximity of the man who had caught his eye for so long. Then he noticed the tingling feeling crawling over this skin of his arm, like it absorbing something from the contact with the Wizard Hero. He looked into the eyes of the man holding onto his arm, pretending that his lessening exhaustion and new found energy was from adrenaline and not from what he feared it actually was, Harry Potter’s magic being sucked into his body.

“What Potter?” Draco said, his new found energy allowing him to fake a clipped, annoyed tone.

Harry looked at him in confusion for a moment longer before jerking his hand back like he had been shocked. Draco just hoped that it was a reaction to his tone of voice and not of him noticing his magic being taken from him. He didn’t take any chances though, and quickly fled from the area before Harry could answer his question.

By the time he reached his dorm room he was running at full speed, easily dodging around students and other bystanders. It looked like everything around him was moving in slow motion, giving him enough time to react to the position and movements of everything around him so he wouldn’t run into anything. Ignoring the odd looks he was getting from the rest of his classmates in the Slytherin common rooms, he glided into his room and quickly shut the door behind him.

He panted softly as he leaned against the doorframe. It was then that he realized that everything around him was more defined than it normally was. He could see the grains of wood in his bed posts from ten feet away. He could count the very threads that made up his comforter and he could see the very faint cracks in the stone of the walls where it had been repaired by magic after the final battle.

Feeling energized and happy for the first time in months an awed smiled spread across Draco’s face as he laughed around his gulps of air. Pushing his worry of what was happening to him aside; he carelessly took a few steps then dove onto his bed, marveling at how he could feel the fibers of his sheets and pillows.

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Harry stood there staring down at the blonde boy who had just bulldozed into him. Then it hit him, the scent from the Great Hall. It was ten times stronger than it had been before, and it made his magic jump to his skin while his head stopped spinning. He studied the boy that he stood over and though he couldn’t see his face he seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember really knowing anyone from Slytherin over than, “Malfoy?”

He felt vaguely embarrassed at himself for rudely going from asking if the student was all right to just wondering why Malfoy had run into him. He was trying to patch things over with all the houses. So, even though it was hard, he had to at least try to be civil with Malfoy. As he looked at the blonde worry began to slowly resurface in his gut. The Slytherin looked tired and weak, like he hadn’t had enough sleep or food lately. Then, as he looked at the blonde’s face was began to admire the way some of his hair framed his face, accentuation his high cheekbones. Some of his hair had come loose from his tumble and cast a light shadow over liquid silver eyes. It was a good look for him. And he did not just think that. No he didn’t.

While he had been busy not admiring Draco’s face the other boy seemed to have said something and was now turning to walk away from him. It was then that Harry finally felt his magic thrumming against the skin on his chest and arms, and realized his headache was back full force from its slightly dulled state. Without thinking he reached out, his fingers curling around Draco’s arm and tugging him back around to face him.

Harry felt his magic gather into his arm and hand attaching to the blonde’s limb. It was like his dream, only this time he could feel some of his magic being pulled out of his body. He didn’t know what was happening, and shock prevented him from doing anything even when Malfoy asked him what he wanted. Then reality came back to him and he realized that his magic was somehow being stolen from him, thus he quickly let go of the Slytherin’s arm.

Harry could only watch in wonder as Malfoy quickly left, breaking into a run as he neared the end of the hallway and turned, disappearing around the corner. A few minutes later he realized that his feet were carrying him back toward the Gryffindor common room. He was still confused and he wondered if something Draco was wearing had drained some of his magic, or if maybe it was the touch of another magical person that caused his body to do it automatically. The last couldn’t be true though because he had touched Hermione and Ron, as well as other magical people after his inheritance.

What the hell was going on? As he walked into the common room he found that he couldn’t care too much. Fore, it was then that he realized that his headache was gone and his senses seemed to be back to normal.

“Hermione! Ron!” Harry yelled as he ran deeper into the common room and through a door to the room where he could usually find his best friend’s studying, or canoodling. He hoped they weren’t canoodling, “My headache is gone! Completely gone!”

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Draco blinked his eye blearily, realizing that he must have fallen asleep while admiring the detailed of the ceiling. Who knew so much detail had gone into the masonry. The sun had just finished setting if his fake window had been spelled to correctly show the weather and time outside. As he woke up more he began to pout to himself as he noticed that he could no longer see the smallest details of everything around him. Though he did feel a little more rested than he had before.

“’Bout time you woke up.” A suave voice laced in a light Italian accent said from the bed beside his, “I’ve been waiting for an hour.”

Draco instantly sat up, his wand out and pointing at the intruder in his room. The familiar face and casual smirk made him relax though, before he leapt across the few feet that separated him from the other person. Emotions of loneliness and sadness that had been pent up since before the war ended finally rushed to the surface as he wrapped his arms around his best friend. Relief flooded his system as strong arms wrapped around him, reassuring him that this was real.

“Blaise,” Draco said after he made himself retreat from the hold back to his own bed, “I thought you were injured?”

The smirk fell from his fellow Slytherin’s face, replaced by a blank mask that Draco knew was reserved for possible tense moment. He knew because he had been trained to use this mask when he had to possibly break ties with someone he was close to. This only made Draco’s stomach twist as worry began to flood his system. He never thought he would see Blaise wearing this mask, with it directed at him.

“Not quite,” Was all Blaise said before his eyes flashed mercury red.

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