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Angels and Devils	By : Beren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 16945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Angels and
Devils

Chapter: Malfoy 04/10

Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren.writes@gmail.com

LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=beren_writes

Wordcount: 3072

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story is set post OOTP and therefore has SPOLIERS. If
you don’t want to know anything that went on in book five do not read this
story.

Summary: Harry defeated Voldemort: his act of heroism is famous throughout
the wizarding world. He’s trying to finish his final year at Hogwarts in
peace, but something peculiar is happening to him, something he never would
have expected. It's all rather embarrassing and making his life very complicated.

Author's Notes: This fic has Veela!Draco and lots of other things that
appear to have become fandom clichés, which was part of the point in
writing it :). I've had great fun with this fic, trying to explore ideas in
a slightly different way than I have seen before. It may have Veela!Draco, but
it is all from Harry POV in case you were wondering. I will be posting in two
blocks, the first five parts now (05Jan05) and the second five parts next week.
Thanks go to Soph for the beta. I've actually had this one hanging around since
I was writing GTS.

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Chapter 4 Malfoy

The Quidditch game had
been quite spectacular with Slytherin only beating Ravenclaw because Malfoy
had caught the snitch. Harry had been impressed with the manoeuvre the Slytherin
Seeker had pulled off, even if he didn't really want to be. He waited for the
cheering supporters to let their team head off the pitch and then Harry stepped
into the path of the whole group of players as they headed for the locker room.

"Nice catch,"
he said and fixed Malfoy with a firm gaze.

One thing Harry did not
want the Slytherin to feel was threatened and hence he had decided to make sure
his approach could not be misconstrued. Malfoy appeared slightly surprised and
not very pleased to see him.

"Come to admire the
team who is going to beat you this year, Potter?" the blond Slytherin asked
acidly.

"Actually, Malfoy,
I need to speak to you privately," Harry said bluntly, "and I didn't
want you thinking I was trying to corner you, so I decided to ask in front of
your friends."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow
at that.

"You could never corner
me, Potter," the object of his fixation said coldly with a sneer and Harry
had to mentally kick himself for thinking that the boy was attractive.

What he did not need now
was a reason to step into la-la land and do something stupid. Malfoy had a very
unsettling effect on Harry's psyche and he did not trust himself at all.

"Malfoy," he
said firmly, "would I be here if this wasn't more important than our happy
little feud? Can we forget the insults for five minutes?"

Baiting Harry was a favourite
game amongst the Slytherins and up until the previous week it had always worked
rather well, now he was focused on other things.

"But insults is what
we do best," Malfoy said snidely, less than willing to acquiesce.

Both Goyle and Crabbe stepped
round from behind their glorious leader with their beater bats in hand; Malfoy
did not look as if he was about to stop them. From the look in his eye Harry
thought the Slytherin was more interested in seeing what he would do than talking
about anything. Harry not high on hormones would have thrown his hands in the
air and gone back to Poppy for her assistance, but then the problem would have
been moot and he wouldn't have been having this conversation anyway. As it was
his displaying instincts kicked in and he watched the two beaters approach with
contempt.

Harry's wing nubs itched
as his defence mechanisms stirred, but he did at least have the presence of
mind not to let them loose. He was faster and stronger than either of the Slytherins
with his enhanced Seraphim physique and he did not need any of his magical defences.
Both Goyle and Crabbe appeared surprised when Harry stood his ground as they
approached: it seemed as if they had expected him to retreat.

"Call off the dogs,
Malfoy," Harry said pointedly, at least a little of his common sense coming
through.

"Why?" Malfoy
asked and crossed his arms across his chest in a very final move.

That appeared to bolster
the two Slytherins' confidences and they moved forwards faster.

"Fine," Harry
said and accepted that he couldn't avoid the confrontation, at which point Crabbe
swung his bat at him.

Rather than back away and
avoid the blow as he suspected he was supposed to do, he caught the bat on its
way down with one hand and yanked it out of the other boy's grasp. A swift hook
with his foot on the back of Crabbe's knee sent the Slytherin sprawling to the
ground, at which point Harry brought up the bat he was now holding to block
the blow coming from Goyle. A sharp left hook under their arched arms sent the
other Slytherin onto the grass as well.

A scrabbling noise announced
that Crabbe was attempting to regain his feet and Harry simply turned towards
the hulk of a youth and snarled, "Stay!" With an almost terror struck
gape the boy sat still. When he looked back at Malfoy, for a second Harry saw
reluctant admiration, but it was rapidly wiped away by the familiar sneer.

"Malfoy, this is important,"
Harry said steadily. "Now I can work my way through the rest of your bloody
house if you like, but sooner or later you are going to have to talk to me."

The Slytherin raised an
eyebrow, but did not immediately dismiss the affirmation.

"One hour," he
said shortly, "by the jetty."

At last! Harry nodded and
dropped the bat he was holding next to Crabbe; he then fixed Goyle with a glare
as the boy nursed a bloody nose; and finally turned and walked back towards
the school. That had not quite gone how he had expected it to, but at least
Harry had achieved his aim. He shook his head in resignation as he realised
what he had just done: taking on Crabbe and Goyle, alone, when they were armed
with bats had to be the stupidest thing yet.

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The water was dark and
murky, reflecting the sky. There was going to be a storm, Harry was sure of
it; which rather suited his impending doom as he sat on one of the jetty posts
waiting for Malfoy to arrive. The Slytherin was late and Harry was becoming
cold even though he was wrapped in a thick cloak, which was probably his adversary's
aim. This was going to be difficult enough as it was without freezing his arse
off first.

"Potter," the
Slytherin greeted in a surprisingly polite manner when he finally did arrive.

"Malfoy," Harry
replied in kind, suddenly forgetting that he should have been annoyed at his
school nemesis for being late.

He looked into the Slytherin's
strangely calm grey eyes and then glanced out over the lake again.

"No escort?"
Harry asked as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"You went to a lot
of trouble for a private meeting," Malfoy replied in a neutral tone, "I
decided not to ruin it for you."

The Slytherin sat down
on another of the wooden posts as Harry watched him from the corner of his eye
and finally he turned to face his archrival-come-object-of-desire.

"Malfoy," he
began slowly, really unsure how the Slytherin would take the news, "I suspect
it has failed to escape your notice that I've been acting somewhat oddly just
recently."

He paused and looked Malfoy
in the face to gauge the wizard's response: the Slytherin did not appear to
be reacting at all.

"Well, it's, um ...
you see," Harry found that all his words were deserting him and he expected
mockery from his companion, but none came.

"You're displaying
for me," the words out of Malfoy's mouth froze Harry in place and he couldn't
help himself; he stared.

"You know?" he
didn't quite believe it.

"Potter," Malfoy
replied and rolled his eyes, "remember who you're talking to. I'm a Slytherin
and in some circles there is a higher price on my head than on yours. When someone
starts to act strangely around me, even if it is the boy wonder himself, I check
up on things."

Voldemort was dead, but
several of his Death Eaters were not and it was still a dangerous world even
though the war was over. Malfoy's reasoning made perfect sense to Harry.

"How did you figure
it out?" he asked eventually.

"Once I realised you
weren't under a spell I dug deeper," Malfoy replied in a surprisingly calm
tone. "The information about your family is not difficult to find and I
went about it the same way Granger found out about my family."

Harry looked at him questioningly.

"I saw her in the
library," the Slytherin provided evenly, "and I assume you know about
the Veela."

Harry nodded, he was not
about to deny it.

"As soon as I knew
about the Seraphim it was obvious," Malfoy continued and an amused quality
entered his voice. "You are not subtle, Potter: my god if you had wings
you'd be stood on the top of the Astronomy tower displaying like a magpie."

Harry groaned and put his
face in his hands.

"Not quite, but it's
been close," he mumbled and wondered just how many of the other Slytherin's
knew what was going on.

There was silence from
Malfoy for a moment and Harry was sure the other wizard had heard him.

"Potter, are you trying
to tell me you do have wings?" the Slytherin asked evenly.

Harry nodded: Malfoy needed
to know just how far the transformation went if he was going to understand the
extent to which Harry was affected. He looked up reluctantly.

"And nails like steel;
and enhanced senses; and strength and just about everything," he said plainly.
"The only thing I have to be thankful for is that I'm not suddenly androgynous,
I'm still male."

"You're sure about
that?" Malfoy actually sounded shocked.

"Very sure,"
Harry replied shortly.

Silence fell again.

"Bloody hell, Potter,"
his companion said eventually; "how powerful are you?"

"A lot more than I
want to be," Harry replied with a sigh: he wanted this to be over. "Look
can't you just go and shag someone, please? You must know the only way to get
me off your back," that conjured mental images he didn't want, "figuratively,"
he added and tried to banish the thoughts, "is for you to die or go off
with someone else."

Malfoy laughed at his discomfort,
but sobered quickly.

"And did it occur
to you that me having sex with someone else might not be enough?" the Slytherin
asked in a reasonable tone. "Seraphim are much more to do with magical
interaction than physical and me shagging someone might not fulfil the criteria."

Harry did not want to think
about that, it was the only plan he had.

"It's the closest
thing to a solution there is," he replied pointedly, "isn't it worth
a try?"

For a while the Slytherin
looked at him with a pensive expression on his face and slowly he shook his
head.

"I can't," he
admitted honestly.

"You're in heat too,"
Harry concluded: Hermione had been right, "which probably has a lot to
do with why we're in this mess."

"You're the one trying
to get into my trousers," Malfoy pointed out as if he was insulted.

Harry opened his mouth
to deny the claim and then shut it again as he realised that that was what this
all boiled down to. It would be stupid to deny it.

"Look," he tried
again, "Hermione speculated that you can't go near a girl because you'll
end up getting her pregnant, but what about a boy?"

At that Malfoy gave a dismissive
laugh.

"Granger will never
cease to amaze me," the Slytherin said and shook his head. "For your
information, she's right, but it's more complicated than that and I would like
to point out I'm only telling you this because otherwise undoubtedly Granger
would dig it up anyway. A successful Veela mating can take up to four days.
If I let myself go into full heat I could end up pinning someone to a bed for
ninety six hours, which would go down so well don't you think. If I chose a
girl there is almost a one hundred percent likelihood that she'd come out the
other side expecting my child, contraceptive charms or no contraceptive charms.
If I choose a boy there is the delightful possibility of about five percent
that my heritage will kick in at full strength, I will become a hermaphrodite
and I'll end up pregnant myself. Now call me paranoid, but I'd rather not risk
either."

"Shit," Harry
said with venom.

They lapsed into silence
again and he tried to find something in the tatters of his plan to help. It
occurred to him that Malfoy was as at the mercy of his ancestry as he was; only
he seemed to be handling it better.

"If you don't mind
me asking," he said eventually, "if you're in heat how is it you haven't
fixated on someone like I have?"

"Will power,"
the Slytherin said snidely.

Harry was not taking the
inference that he had not will power lying down.

"I didn't know this
was coming," he protested in his own defence, "no one told me I had
magical creatures up the family tree. I was having enough trouble with the bloody
wings; no one told me I'd suddenly start lusting over my worst enemy."

They glared at each other
for a while and then Harry turned his eyes to the growing storm clouds. Arguing
was not going to help.

"How long will you
be in heat for?" he asked trying to get back on track.

"Probably another
two to three months," the Slytherin replied evenly, "it's difficult
to tell."

"And after that you
can go and shag who the hell you like?" Harry wanted to be sure.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow
at Harry's slightly desperate tone, but nodded.

"Then all we have
to do is keep this under control until then," Harry decided firmly. "Is
there anything I should try and avoid at all costs? I'm probably going to make
a complete prat of myself over the next few weeks, but is there anything that
could make this worse?"

"Don't touch me,"
Malfoy said without needing to think. "Veela mating is chemical; if you
touch me in the state you're in we could be in real trouble."

Harry nodded.

"Anything else?"
he asked quickly and glanced up as a rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.

"That's it,"
Malfoy replied and suddenly grinned, "I look forward to your antics. They've
been most entertaining so far."

Harry groaned and stood
up. It was going to be an uncomfortable couple of months.

"Are you going to
tell everyone about the wings?" he asked, needing to know.

"I think it'll be
far more entertaining if the rest just think you're loosing your mind, don't
you?" the Slytherin replied with an evil glint in his eye. "Besides,
you keep my secret and I'll keep yours. There are those who would like a liaison
with the house of Malfoy and would take advantage of my condition. I would rather
not have to deal with that."

Harry faced Malfoy as he
also climbed to his feet. He looked into the Slytherin's storm grey eyes and
for a brief moment wished that they were not enemies. With a short nod he acknowledged
that they understood each other, and then he looked back at the sky.

"We should get back
inside," he decided quickly, "it's going to rain."

Without another word the
pair set off across the open ground towards the castle. The heavens opened when
they were about halfway there and Harry pulled the hood of his cloak up quickly,
grateful for the shelter. There was a bright flash and fork lightening lanced
out of the sky almost as soon as the water began to fall and it was followed
instantly by a roll of thunder. Harry looked around and then at Malfoy knowing
that they both realised how dangerous their situation was: they were in the
middle of a piece of flat ground and were the only raised objects in a thunder
storm. Lightening liked magical things, which was one of the reason Hogwarts
had several very large lightening rods, but they were too far from the castle
to be safe. As one the pair began to run.

Harry felt the build up
of static in their vicinity as his very well developed sense of danger kicked
in and he didn't hesitate. His wings ripped through his clothes as if they weren't
there and he threw himself at Malfoy, wrapping the Slytherin in a tight embrace
as his wings closed round them in a protective shield. The lightening struck
his highest wingtip a fraction of a second later and pain lanced through Harry
at the impact. Most magic his wings could repel, natural forces were more difficult
and he paid for opposing the lightening, nowhere near as much as if he or Malfoy
had been hit directly, but enough.

It wasn't as if he hadn't
felt pain before, it was almost second nature to him, but even so Harry lost
it for a while. He had no idea what he was doing and everything was a blur and
when he came back to himself he was lying flat on his back looking at the sun
coming out as the storm headed towards the coast. The clouds seemed to be moving
too fast to be natural and Harry wondered what the hell had happened. His wings
were folded away, he ached from head to foot and one arm was being crushed by
another body.

There was a groan from
beside him and Harry looked over to see Malfoy picking himself up from where
he was laying on his limb. He could not fail to notice that his hand was firmly
wound with the Slytherin's fingers and as Malfoy sat up Harry looked past the
dishevelled wizard to their joined hands. The Slytherin seemed to realise at
the same time and snatched his limb away swearing loudly.

"Potter," Malfoy
yelled loudly and scrambled to his feet, "which bit of don't touch me did
you not understand?"

"I wasn't trying to
touch you," Harry protested his innocence and felt every part of his body
complain as he sat up, "I was just trying to prevent you being fried. We
just got struck by lightening if you missed it."

The Slytherin was glaring
at him, but Malfoy could hardly argue with the logic of the argument. It took
Harry a couple of seconds to realise that his companion was staring at him rather
hard and not quite as angrily as he had started.

"Malfoy," he
said slowly, a little worried by the abrupt change in his companion.

That snapped the Slytherin
back to reality.

"Oh bloody hell,"
Malfoy said loudly, "it's started already. I told you if you touched me
we were in trouble. We need to get to the hospital wing now: if we're lucky
Madame Pomfrey can stop this before it goes any further."

Harry chose not to argue
and hurried after the Slytherin as Malfoy stormed towards the castle.

End of Chapter 4
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