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Wind Rider

- SuishouTenshi

REPOST
(10/18/07)

A few
short review responses:

To darkshadowarchfiend: Dude,
if you don�t like the fact that Draco�s resisting at chapter three, then
seriously, stop reading. I don�t want you to kill me as you read further into
the story.

To Ero: Erm... there�s not gonna be smut... for a
really long time. If you�re asking for plot, well, you�ll see what it�s going develop
into by chapter, oh... 12. But for now, it�s mostly about their growing
romance. I didn�t want them to just jump into bed with each other and go �oh,
you�re hot, let�s screw�. Romance is a big part, I guess, but so is the
responsibilities both Harry and Draco have toward the war.

To everyone who has just begun to
read this story: I�m
not forcing anyone to read anything. I�m reposting this for my old readers, who
have stuck around for me in the past 3 years very faithfully, and I feel like I
owe them to make this story better and to finally finish it. I�m certainly not
forcing anyone to review, because I�m personally the worst lurker ever and it�d
be hypocritical. As for new readers, if you don�t like this story, you�re
welcome to stop reading, because I am probably the worst critic for this little
monster. At least you have the option to run away from it. But don�t yell at me
for writing parts that you don�t like, because I already have 12 and a half
chapters done and it�s too late to change anything.

Anyway, that�s all I wanted to say.

Chapter Four

The
first day of class arrived too soon for Harry. He was quite comfortable in his
four-poster bed, and had an oddly whimsical dream about a blinding silver light
which left him breathless and drowsy. When Ron opened his hangings to drag him
out of bed, Harry quickly ducked under his covers and subconsciously switched
on his invisibility.

That
got him a harsh knock on the head from Ron. �What were you thinking?!� His best
friend scolded him during breakfast. �The others could�ve suspected something.�

Harry
grunted as he stared after the toast and butter longingly. Now that he was a
Zephyr, his diet could not contain any animal byproducts. He never knew how
much he missed the taste of eggs until now.

�Harry!
Are you listening?!�

If
Harry didn�t know any better, he could�ve sworn that Ron had just turned into
Hermione for a second there. But to answer the question, no, he wasn�t
listening. Harry James Potter was too busy hiding between Neville, Ron, and
Ginny. It turned out that his special Tinkerbelle-glow didn�t wear off
over the night, and once again, everyone in the hall was staring at him oddly.

�Good morning, everyone.� Hermione marched in
and took her seat next to Ginny. She yawned as she poured syrup over her toast.
Two dark shadows were visible under her eyes.

�Hermione,
did you stay up studying again?� Ron inquired, obviously concerned. �It�s only
the first day of school!�

Said
Prefect looked around to check for unwanted ears. �No, I was rereading the
books on Zephyrs. I�m sure you have noticed the weird looks toward Harry. And
after last night, I thought that Harry would want some answers.�

�Last
night?� Ginny asked.

The
three boys exchanged quick glances, and all shook their heads. �It was
nothing.�

Ginny
didn�t look as if she believed them, but she let it go.

�So,�
Harry sipped his orange juice, �found anything?�

�Nil.�

The
group sank into a long silence until the Head Girl trotted over to hand out
their time schedules.

�Ron,
Hermione,� Cho Chang pronounced Hermione�s name
stiffly, obviously still sore about the events of last year, �we have a meeting
tonight at seven in the Head Boy�s sitting room. Here are your schedules for
this term. Hello, Harry.�

Harry
had been looking down ever since Cho approached their
table. Upon hearing his name, Harry raised his head attentively and shot Cho a strained smile. �Hello, Cho.
How was your summer?�

Oddly,
the Head Girl�s eyes quickly glazed over, her fake smile gone from her
countenance and was replaced by a pensive stare. She gazed unblinkingly into
Harry�s emerald eyes, and eerily, licked her lips in a seductive and yet creepy
manner.

Everyone
sitting there shivered at the display.

Harry�s
reaction was no better. He was now positive that his feelings for the girl had
diminished completely, for her pink tongue had no effect on his mind or body
whatsoever. But a sudden sense of fear took over. This was the way Seamus
looked at him last night, and it triggered a memory that he would rather
forget. The Boy Who Lived immediately ducked his head back down.

�Harry,�
Cho whispered in a raspy voice, �you�re... so...�

�Monopolizing
the Head Girl now, Potter?�

Harry
and gang didn�t even bother to register the source of the interruption. They
were all just glad for something to cut Cho out of
her daze; and the newcomer�s voice did just that. Cho
blinked and shook her raven head clear. All eyes turned to the side, where one
Draco Malfoy stood tall with his two bodyguards flanking loyally by his sides.

The
Slytherin prince seemed uncharacteristically... different. For the first time
since Harry had known him, he actually looked tired and disheveled. Noticeable
dark rings surrounded familiar sneering eyes, signs of physical fatigue. Draco
was glaring at Harry, his irises nearly flaming with undeniable hatred.

A
spot inside of Harry�s chest flinched. It was so disconcerting to see Malfoy
glowering at him like that.

�What
do you want, ferret? To say �thank you� for yesterday?� Ron quipped
sarcastically, sounding ridiculously like a thirteen-year-old Draco. Of course,
Harry would never tell him that. He wanted to live long enough to defeat Voldemort first.

Draco�s
eyes merely lingered on Ron�s form for a second. He ignored the jab completely
and faced Cho Chang instead.

�Chang,
the Slytherins need our schedules. So if you�re done ogling Potter
here, could you proceed? We all have lives to get on with.�

The
Head Girl merely rolled her eyes and shoved a thick pile of parchments into
Draco�s aristocratic fingers. �Watch your mouth this year, Malfoy.� And she was
gone.

Draco
passed the parchments to Crabbe and then turned to
the fuming Gryffindors. �Mudblood, Weasel, Girl Weasel, Scarhead,
Squib..., good day.�

He
was gone before Ron could deliver a solid punch.

�Ignore
him, Ron,� Hermione reprimanded as always. �And will you stop getting into
fights? You�re practically giving Snape chances to
take away your Prefect position.�

�But
Hermione, did you see that git? I knew we shouldn�t
have helped him yesterday. Oh no, you and Harry just had to play the
Good Samaritan. If you had just listened to me and left him there to die, we
wouldn�t have to put up with that crap for the next two years!�

Hermione
stomped her foot and looked on to Harry for support. �Harry! Say something!�

�Er, wha? Sorry,� Harry gave her
an innocent grin, �wasn�t listening.�

�Harry!�
Ron and Hermione scolded him at the same time.

�Oh,
look, we all have Defense against the Dark Arts first.� Harry pointed at their
schedules, eager for a distraction. �Mmm...
excellent oatmeal. Neville, did you get a haircut? So, Ginny, how are
those OWLs going?�

Ron
whacked him on the arm while Hermione kicked him underneath the table. �You
really suck at this subtle change in subject thing, Harry.�

The
raven haired teen smiled goofily and chugged down more oatmeal. All talk of
Malfoy was then forgotten.

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Draco
stared at his schedule with a deep frown. NEWT year classes meant that classes
were longer, smaller, and all four houses were compressed into one class. There
was simply no way to avoid Potter. On Monday mornings, he had Defense with the
Gryffindor, and afternoon was Ancient Runes. Tuesday afternoons consisted of
the dreaded Care of Magical Creatures, and at night, Astronomy. Wednesday
mornings were to be filled with double Potions, and afternoons with
Transfiguration. Surprisingly, Thursdays were Potter free, since he knew for a
fact that the Golden Boy didn�t take Arithmancy, and
the afternoons were for Slytherin Quidditch
trainings. Fridays were once again packed with NEWTs Herbology and Charms, which inevitably meant that Potter would
be there as well.

Draco
sighed and pulled his cotton cloak tightly around his shivering body. The
Defense classroom was in no means chilly, since Crabbe
and Goyle were both sweating like the pigs that they
were. However, for some reason, Draco couldn�t warm up at all. If he weren�t so
afraid of contracting the stupid disease, he would�ve asked the two for their
cloaks. But no, Draco liked his intelligence intact, thank you very much.

His
two bodyguards didn�t bother to ask why they were in class half an hour early
when they could�ve been pigging out in the Great Hall. Today, Draco had his
�bother-me-and-you-loose-your-genitals� look.

Draco
slouched lowly into his seat. The potion that he had taken this morning had the
desired effect. Just earlier in the Great Hall, he had courageously walked up
to Potter, and found to his great pleasure that the boy�s glow did not affect
him the slightest. And Cho Chang�s blatant display of
lust over his supposed Intended did not trigger the same jealousy and anger as
Seamus� attempt did the night before.

It
was a good thing, a very good thing. Now, if only that gaping hole of despair
would disappear as well!

It
was odd. The draught was supposed to calm him and dispel all thoughts of
longing away from his mind, wasn�t it? The instruction booklet never mentioned
that depression would come so soon. It was as if Draco�s body knew how he was
purposely rejecting Harry, and though it could do nothing to bring back the
itch, it was going to reprimand him fully for his actions.

Oh
no, the draught worked, alright. Draco felt no attraction at all. No lust, no
love, no longing, no desire, no happiness, no nothing. Just a
big, dark... emptiness.

A
part of him was missing. And that was all he knew.

Draco
fingered the vial inside his trouser pocket. He suddenly had an urge to smash
it. Oh, how he wished the itch would come back to him. If
only to feel again.

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Nymphadora Tonks cackled
inwardly at the sight of her sixth year class. Her eyes fell upon the boy who
attracted most of the students� attentions, and she just had to smile. A
self-conscious Harry was just too cute for words.

But
enough was enough. When Pansy Parkinson began to roll up her skirt, Tonks decided it was time for class to begin. After roll
call, she went straight to the topic at hand.

�Good
morning class, my name is Nymphadora Tonks. You may simply refer to me by my last name if you
wish. I was a student here not long ago, so you can imagine how awkward it is
for me to be standing up here, looking down on you.� Her voice lowered as she
said the next part. �And not to mention that I get to call
Professor Snape by his first name.� Tonks twitched her nose for effect. Everyone laughed
appreciatively except for the Slytherins.

�I
think it�s correct to say that all of you have adequate knowledge of dark
creatures. Those were supposed to be covered during your first five years here.
For your last two years here at Hogwarts, you will be acquainted with stronger
beasts, rarer creatures, and of course, much more wicked curses.� She winked.

Neville�s
gulp was quite audible throughout the room.

�Now,
line up at the side of the room by alphabetical order! Let�s see what you can
do.� Tonks grinned somewhat fiendishly. With a wave
of her wand, all the furniture in the room disappeared. Placed in the center of
the room were twenty wooden trunks, each shook and bounced with fervor. Ghastly
moans and screeches echoed off the walls, and the sixth years all copied
Neville�s gulp.

Hannah
Abbot approached the center with her hand tightly wound around her wand. She
smiled shakily at the hyperactive professor and received a nod of
encouragement.

The
trunks were temporarily set aside as Tonks took the
stand personally. It seemed that everyone was going to have a chance to duel
with the professor first. Hannah shook a little, and Tonks
mouthed, �I�ll start with the easy stuff.�

�Expelliarmus!� Tonks
shouted after they made the customary bow. To her surprise, Hannah dodged it
just in time.

�Impedimenta!� This time, Hannah blocked it
efficiently with �Protego�. From the
sidelines, Harry and the rest of the DA members grinned proudly at Hannah�s
display.

Realizing
that she wasn�t going to get anywhere with defensive moves, Hannah took the
initiative and cast �Stupefy�. Tonks didn�t
even move from her spot when she murmured �Protego�.
After that, she held up a hand to stop the duel.

�My,
my, you�re certainly quick on your defensive moves, Miss Abbot. Can I call you
Hannah? Hannah, you�re a Hufflepuff, am I correct?
Well, if you can pass the next section, I shall reward 10 points to your house.
Everyone else, stay back!�

With
that, Tonks approached the first box from the left
and whispered �Alohamora�. The lock opened
with a click and everyone jumped.

�You
ready, Hannah?� The girl nodded nervously, a spell already on the tip of her
tongue. �I�m going to open the box... now!�

As
soon as the lid was opened, no less than twenty doxies flew out and began to
cackle maniacally, their venomous fangs glinted ferociously underneath the
light. The group of doxies sped toward an immobile Hannah at lightning speed.
At the last moment, Hannah cast �Impedimenta� and stopped them dead in
midair. Everyone applauded, and loudest were the DA members. Hannah retreated
to the back of the line with a full blush.

Various
Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws
went up against Tonks and her boxes of mystery, but
after Hannah, only Justin Finch-Fletchley was successful
in both parts.

Hermione
really outshone them all. Her duel with Tonks lasted
a total of four minutes. It seemed that Tonks took
immense pleasure in dueling with her. Hermione then faced a salamander (rated
with three X�s by M.O.M. classification, if she remembered correctly). She
first distracted the salamander by setting one of the used boxes on fire. And
just as the beast was approaching the fire with a dazed look, she rendered it
unconscious with an ice element spell.

Tonks gave her 20 points for being able to cast a
seventh year charm.

After
Tonks was finished with Neville and Morag, she
switched battle plans. It wasn�t that she was evil, because really, if she had
gone through her Zephyr initiation, she probably would�ve ended up with
dark-colored wings. Nope, Tonks wasn�t evil at all.
But there were times in which her little cousin needed a push in the right
direction.

Tonks was with Snape when
they had a chat with Dumbledore before school started. She knew then that Harry
had somehow became a Zephyr, and she had known all along that the Black family
had mixed Zephyr blood. Her own mother had once refused to acknowledge that
side of her heritage, and Nymphadora had followed
suit. But she never imagined that the Malfoys were in
the same situation.

This
morning, however, Snape actually approached her in a
frantic mood before breakfast and filled her in on the shocking news. It seemed
that Draco was quite sure that his Intended was none other than his most hated
enemy. They suspected that Dumbledore had known this all along, and for some
reason, decided to leave it to nature�s course. Dumbledore gave Snape specific orders not to interfere, but the same orders
were never designated to Tonks.

And
so of course, she just had to do something. Draco was being overly
stubborn for his own good. He needed to accept fate�s plans, or in this case, Tonks� ingenious interference.

�Oh,
dear, you�re too much for me. I think I�m quite tired after all these duels.� Tonks raised a hand to wipe away some imaginary sweat.
�Now, who�s next? Ah, Draco Malfoy, my dear, dear, cousin. Step forward,
please!� Tonks� voice was dripping with sarcasm. Ron
guffawed at the side while the rest of the class took in the new revelation
with surprised gasps. Who would�ve thought that Draco Malfoy was related
to an Auror?

Draco
walked up to the center, scowl fully plastered. He never spoke with this cousin
before in his life, and he was already sure that he hated her. She was just so
damn... chirpy, a personality that Malfoys detested
the most.

�I
must insist on taking a break. So, dear cousin, I guess you�ll have no choice
but to duel with one of your classmates. And judging by your past records....� Tonks skimmed through an old grade book. �Let�s pair you up
with Mr. Potter. How about it, Harry?�

Everyone�s
eyes widened at her announcement. Was this new professor insane? Had she never
heard of the Malfoy-Potter clashes in the past? She was practically giving the
two worst enemies a reason to render each other bloody. This was dangerous!
This was suicide! This was... a duel that no one should miss.

Harry
stepped hesitantly forward, not realizing that his skin was beginning to glow
once again. Eyes immediately fell upon him, but Draco was unmoved.

The
blond boy narrowed his eyes as Harry came closer. Professor Tonks better had a good reason for pairing him up with the
last person he wanted to see. However, this certainly gave him a chance to vent
out all his angers and frustrations. Draco was going to take great pleasure in
causing Harry the worst pains possible.

The
two boys reluctantly approached each other to bow. Both walked quickly away
from one another. On the count of three from Tonks,
they began to shoot off curses left and right.

�Stupefy!�
Harry started high.

Draco
quickly dodged the stunning spell and fired back with �Tarantallegra�,
which Harry countered with �Protego�.

Next,
Draco shouted �Rictusempra�, and Harry dodged
it effortlessly.

After
Harry successfully swung himself around, he whipped �Silencio�
on his opponent with no avail. Draco was quick as well.

Now
pumped with adrenaline, Draco aimed and yelled �Reducto�.
Harry ducked to the floor and the spell hit the wooden box that used to contain
the salamander. The box exploded into little pieces and the debris fell around
Harry�s head.

Harry
jumped up quickly, now sporting at least four cuts on his cheeks and hands. Tonks made no attempt to stop the duel. The raven haired
boy raised his wand in anger and yelled �Serpensortia�
and followed it with �Engorgio�. A snake the
size of a pre-teen boy slithered its way across the room toward Draco.

The
Slytherin stood his ground and aimed an �Incendio�
at the monstrosity. The snake burst into flames and began to hiss in pain.

Harry
flinched as the serpent�s cries reached his auditory system. He wanted to help,
but he was in the middle of a duel. So the Parselmouth
watched on in horror as the snake wasted away in front of him, completely
unaware as Draco approached him from the side.

By
the time Harry registered Draco�s movement, a �Diffindo�
was already on its way toward him. Still distracted by the serpent�s
hisses, Harry couldn�t do much except gasp as the spell shredded his shirt to
pieces and effectively cut five long but shallow bloody gashes on his chest.

Draco
smiled sadistically as Harry curled up on the floor in pain, clutching his
naked torso. Yes, that was how it was supposed to be. Malfoys
hated Potters, and the feeling was returned. Sun rose in the east, and
Dumbledore like Lemon Drops. This was the way the world worked.

Fate
had made a mistake. Draco Malfoy was never meant to fall for Harry Potter.

As
Tonks, Hermione, and Ron rushed to Harry�s side,
Draco calmly sauntered back to his spot in line. He expected the Slytherins to congratulate him on pulling one over Potter,
but was disappointed when everyone�s eyes remained gazing at Harry�s glowing
figure. Pansy and Blaise were practically having simultaneous orgasms. It was
disgusting to say the least.

Harry
was sent to the infirmary after that. To Draco�s surprise, Tonks
didn�t reprimand him at all for using those last two hexes.

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Madam
Pomfrey sighed as she forced some unknown potion down
Harry�s throat.

�As
always, Mr. Potter, you�re my first patient of the year. I would think that by
now you�d learn to stay healthy for as long as possible. For Merlin�s sake,
it�s only the first day of class. That Tonks... she
was a troublemaker back in her days too.� The nurse sighed dramatically.

�Here,
Mr. Potter, apply this ointment to your wounds and they will close up
immediately. You�re old enough to do this yourself, I should think.� Harry
nodded. �I will send a house elf to get you another shirt. You shouldn�t walk
around this place half-naked. It�s quite dank in this old castle. You are to
stay here to rest until lunch.�

With
that, she went back to stocking her cabinets.

Harry
sighed as he squeezed some of the magical ointment unto his index finger. He
couldn�t believe that out of all people, he had actually lost a duel to Draco
Malfoy.

The
gashes faded away just like the nurse said, though the areas where they once
were still stung. Harry suddenly shivered and grabbed a nearby bed sheet to
wrap around himself. He stared into space and a flash of mercury roused his
brain.

It
was so perplexing, the way Malfoy looked at him as he cast the severing charm.
Draco�s eyes were cold as steel, and were equally dark and hard. Somewhere
along the line, Draco�s hatred for him must have increased, because no matter
how much they fought in the past, he had never looked at Harry like that. It
was as if Draco was about to pounce on him and beat the senses out of him.

Harry
had always thought that their past banters were quite lame. Those were kid
stuff. But now that both boys were no longer children, it was inevitable that
Draco found new motivations to hate him. Harry reckoned that the blond had
every intention of becoming a Death Eater just like Lucius had, and the thought
was so disturbing that he couldn�t think any further of it.

And
it hurt. For some reason it hurt Harry to know that the other boy was so set on
harming him that he resorted to using Reducto.
If that hex had reached Harry, little bloody gashes would have been the least
of his worries.

At
that thought, Harry involuntarily whimpered. He closed his eyes and curled his
body up into a ball on the infirmary bed, the thin sheet still tightly wrapped
around him. Without realizing it, two rolls of tears found their way out.

Harry
withdrew into himself further. He didn�t understand. Why was he acting so
emotional all of a sudden? Dozens of people wanted him dead each day. Heck,
after living with the Dursleys, he was plenty used to
the idea by now. This was ridiculous! Why should he get so depressed that a
school bully gave him a few cuts? Voldemort had done
much worse.

But
the tears still came. Harry crushed his eyelids together to prevent their
escape, his body shivered the whole time. He fell into an uneasy sleep with the
image of Draco�s glaring eyes in his head. It was only when he was drifting
into unconsciousness that the cold silver was replaced with the same warm
mercury light that occupied Harry�s dream from the night before.

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Draco
stepped out of Ancient Runes and checked his watch. It was twenty minutes until
four. He took the draught around eight in the morning, and would have to take
it again soon. Draco ignored Blaise�s attempt to drag him outside for a race
and dashed madly back to their dorms.

In
truth, he was quite annoyed at Blaise. Ever since Defense, the other boy hadn�t
shut up about how �hot� and �yummy� the boy who lived looked. Halfway through
the lesson, Blaise was already telling imaginary tales of how he would woo
Harry. Draco sat stiffly throughout his narration. Why couldn�t people respect his
wishes and stop mentioning the dreaded Potter left and right? He wanted to not
think about him!

After
the silencing charm was set around his bed, Draco promptly extracted the vial.
The itch was already returning, and Draco knew that if he didn�t act soon, he
was going to suffer once more.

But
he hesitated. Did he want to feel so empty for another eight hours? The itch
was bad, but it was at least gratifying. The longing assured the inner Zephyr
that there was indeed something in this world worth living for. With this
emptiness, however, Draco�s world seemed so bland. He caught himself wondering
about the meaning of life and existence throughout lunch, and was extremely
disturbed when he couldn�t think of a good enough reason to keep himself alive.

The
blond had no more time for ponderings. The effect of the draught had
disappeared completely, and the itch returned with a vengeance.

Draco
dropped the still corked vial onto his mattress and doubled over with a groan.
A thousand emotions hit him at once, and Draco didn�t know whether to cry out
in pain or to scream in happiness.

The
air seemed fresher somehow, and the colors around him were definitely brighter.
Draco smelled his own scent around his bed, and he had never felt so alive
before. Despite the wave of pain rushing to his heart, Draco was happy.

However,
he couldn�t escape the consequences. Every feeling that the draught had
suppressed during the course of the day returned to him tenfold.

First
it was that ridiculous longing, that desire to hold his Intended in his arms
and cuddle him until the end of time.

Jealousy
followed. Draco had to bite down on his pillow in order to keep his body from
breaking into the Head Girl�s room and curse Cho
Chang to the bottom of the river Styx.

Anger
at the Weasel�s remarks hit him as well, though not as hard as the jealousy.

There
was also curiosity at his cousin Nymphadora;
admiration at the Hufflepuff�s defensive skills
(though you�ll never hear him admit it); anticipation for his upcoming duel
with Tonks and the creature within the mystery box;
and finally... an intense feeling of self-hatred that he had never experienced
before.

As
soon as the realization hit, Draco let loose a mad howl and pounded his
rolled-up fists onto the soft pillow. Again, and again, he screamed.

How
could he have done that to his beloved? How could he have cursed him and
injured him? Images of trickling blood on Harry�s previously unmarred skin
haunted Draco�s mind, and the Slytherin boy was ready to cut his own hands off
for having committed such a sinful act.

�So
sorry, love, so sorry...� Draco murmured against his bedding as he grabbed a
fist full of the silky material. The vial of liquid laid by Draco�s feet,
completely forgotten.

�Don�t
deserve you. Don�t hate me, oh Merlin, don�t hate me. Can�t
love you.�

Someone
pulled back the hangings of Draco�s bed, but the Zephyr didn�t even notice.

�Draco!�
a familiar voice shouted, but the blond was too deep in his self-wallowing to
register his own name.

A
pair of rough hands pulled him to a sitting position. One hand squeezed the
sides of his jaws, while the other forced down something thick into his mouth.
Draco swallowed by reflex, and the hands let him go.

The
Slytherin boy blinked his misty eyes and saw the familiar shape of his potions
professor along with another figure. But he was too tired to see anymore. He
closed his eyes and soon fell into slumber.

�What
am I going to tell Lucius?� Snape asked his companion
as he pulled a cover over Draco�s still body. �Am I supposed to come and check
up on him to make sure he takes his medicine on time? I�m not the boy�s
father!�

Tonks fixed the hangings with a deep sigh and shook
her now bubblegum pink hair. �Professor,� she still couldn�t get rid of that
old title, �I say leave them be. Dumbledore always had his reasons for doing
things. He probably saw this coming as well. The man is like Merlin
reincarnated. Let my cousin rest for now. If you asked me, you should give him
diluted draughts next time, so if he were to forget, the sudden transition
wouldn�t take so much out of him.�

Snape raised an eyebrow, surprised at her brilliant
suggestion, but reluctant to say so.

�As
for Lucius.... I have a feeling that it�ll be taken care of in its own accord.�

Snape nodded. The two professors left the room
after casting some privacy charms around Draco�s bed.

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The
five Gryffindor boys sat on Harry�s and Ron�s beds with Hermione standing in
between as moderator. Dean and Seamus listened intently as Hermione told them all
she knew concerning Harry�s situation. The Prefect meeting had ended a while
ago and Hermione had received a hesitant approval from McGonagall to reveal
Harry�s new secret.

�Wait,
so... Harry here is now classified as a... beast?� Dean asked skeptically. �And
all this glowing skin stuff is just part of the side effects?�

�That�s
not all,� Ron announced proudly. �Show �em, Harry.�

Said
boy stood up and walked to the center of the room with a glare at Ron. He
inhaled deeply and focused on the feelings of his wings.

Seconds
later, a small breeze went around the room as a pair of midnight black
appendages found their way out. Another second later, Harry�s form completely
disappeared.

�Whoa...�
Seamus and Dean exclaimed simultaneously.

�But,�
Seamus cut in, �what does this have to do with last night? Which
I am still terribly sorry for, by the way, Harry.�

�Forget
it, Seamus; it was most likely another side effect of being a Zephyr.� Harry
was now visible again.

�So,
can you actually fly with those things?�

�Don�t
know yet. Haven�t tried it.�

�Well,
what are you waiting for?!� Dean went to open a window. �Go on! Jump! Flap
those things!�

Harry
and Ron burst into laughter.

�No,
he can�t. Harry needs proper training. His wings could be too weak for all we
know,� Hermione rambled. �He needs to start on the ground. We are not
going to push him off the Gryffindor tower!�

�Okay,
okay, I was just excited for him,� Dean replied defensively. �So, do you guys
know why Seamus and three-quarters of the school are going goo-goo eyed around
Harry all of a sudden? That is, more so than usual?�

Seamus
and Harry both punched him on the arms.

Hermione
sighed in resignation. �Not a clue. Like we said, we don�t have many resources
concerning Zephyrs.�

�Why
don�t we ask Hagrid tomorrow? We have Magical
Creatures in the afternoon. He should know something,� Neville said while
chewing on a chocolate frog. Hermione frowned at that and made a note to remind
him to brush his teeth later.

She
shook her head. �We can�t. Professor McGonagall said that even though Hagrid is very loyal and protective of Harry, he often lets
information loose without thinking. It�s going to be hard to keep this from
him, but we must, for the sake of Harry�s safety.�

�And
don�t worry about us.� Seamus put up his right hand. �We swear that we won�t
tell a soul.�

�Thanks,
guys.�

�Of
course, Harry.� Dean got up and started to push Hermione out the door. �Now,
Miss Prefect, it�s time for the boys to talk about boy things and reminisce and
such and such. Our topics of choice are not fit for your virginal ears. See you
tomorrow!�

Hermione
blushed at the lame attempt at humor. �Neville, brush your teeth!� was the last
thing she said before she was shoved outside.

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Harry
rolled from side to side on his bed. A sudden case of insomnia took over. He
had been trying to sleep for the past hour with no avail, and even Ron�s
usually comforting snores couldn�t lure him into the land of dreams.

Totally
unsure of what to do, Harry got up and silently retrieved his invisibility
cloak and the Marauder�s Map. While he could easily wonder around with his
newly gained invisibility skills, his father�s cloak just felt a lot more
natural and comfortable.

As
silently as possible, Harry trotted out. He had yet to pay Dobby a visit.

On
the other side of the castle, Draco Malfoy had just woken up from his slumber. Crabbe and Goyle�s rhythmic snores echoed in the dorm room. Everyone
was probably asleep by now.

Draco
sat up slowly and wrapped his arms around his knees as his body began to shake
uncontrollably. He couldn�t believe how he lost his composure like that. If Snape hadn�t shown up on time, who knew what could�ve
happened.

Draco
checked his watch again and the hands were pointing to 11:30. The last draught
would last him for another half hour at most. His stomach suddenly rumbled, and
it was then that Draco realized that he had missed dinner.

The
boy got up, grimacing as he noticed how he was still dressed in day clothes. He
silently crept over to his wardrobe and retrieved his pajamas. Draco�s eyes
then fell upon a note on top of his folded pajamas.

Mr. Malfoy,

This note is to grant you permission to go to the kitchen after
hours. Always remember that you should not drink any potion on an empty
stomach.

-
Potions Master, Severus Snape

On
the bottom of the note was a crude drawing of the way to the kitchen from the
dungeons. And written beneath that map were the words �Tickle the pear�.

Draco
grinned. Thank Salazar that he was the teacher�s favorite.

After
he changed into his pajamas, Draco grabbed the note, a vial of the draught that
he had from earlier, and set out for the kitchen.

Hogwarts
was extremely cold at night, Draco realized with displeasure. He never liked
the cold. Despite the fact that he had a written permission from Snape, Draco still walked as silently as possible. He was
going to avoid Filch at all cost.

Halfway
there, Draco felt a slight twinge in his chest and realized immediately that
the effect of the last intake was running out. Draco broke into a small run. He
couldn�t afford another breakdown.

But
his plan failed as he suddenly ran into an invisible wall. Funny thing was, the
wall let out a similar sound of pain and fell over to reveal a severed leg.

Draco
should�ve freaked out. There was a severed leg in front of him, after
all. But he instinctively knew what it really was. Who else can release such a
beautiful sound? Who else smelled like lilies and chocolate? Who else�s bare
skin could glow with such glamour?

Draco
suddenly forgot how to breathe.

He
closed his eyes and whispered, �I�m so screwed�.

�Malfoy?� Harry Potter�s familiar inquisitive voice
showered upon Draco, and the blond was in heaven. He didn�t even notice as the
draught completely faded away. The itch returned, but instead of hurting him,
it hummed peacefully due to Harry proximity.

With
a swish, Harry�s full body appeared in front of Draco. The boy�s already
shimmering flesh brightened underneath the moonlight. Silky black strands
covered his forehead and accentuated his brazen emerald irises. Scarlet lips
fell slightly apart. The infinite amount of pleasure those lips can deliver
left plenty to the imagination and Draco could no longer control himself.

He
moaned.

The
effect was the same from the train. Harry found his heart quaking inside his
chest. It was so loud. Could Malfoy hear the sound of his heartbeat as well?
Tingling sensations pricked his back, and Harry tried his best to focus on
keeping those wings inside.

Malfoy
moaned again.

Waves
of shocking electricity went through Harry�s system, and the boy began to
panic. He couldn�t hold back those wings anymore; he had to get out of there!

Harry
jumped up and grabbed his map and cloak. However, before he could run, Malfoy�s hand had reached up and grasped his wrist. The two
boys simultaneously gasped at the feeling of skin contact.

Using
Harry as leverage, Draco pulled himself up as well. At full height, Draco was
several inches taller than Harry. Ethereal mercury eyes stared down upon forest
green, and all inhibitions were lost.

This
was not the same Malfoy who cast Reducto on
him during Defense. This was not the same Malfoy who wanted him dead. This was
not the same Malfoy who loathed him for the past five years.

No,
this was not Malfoy. This was Draco.

This
Draco�s eyes were intense, determined, and at the same time, filled with
longing and warmth. This was the same pair of eyes that enraptured Harry�s mind
back on the Hogwarts Express. This pair of eyes adored him, wanted him, cried out for him. And unlike Seamus�, this pair of eyes
were oh-so-clear.

As
for Draco himself, nothing in the world existed at that moment except for
Harry. Not his parents, not their heritages, and certainly not the animosity
that haunted them for so long. All he knew was that Harry, his eternal mate,
was standing in front of him, so close that he could smell lilies and
chocolate, so near that he could feel the boy�s warm breath against his cheek.

And
he was only getting closer.

Lips
clashed and time froze. Draco was sure that had their lips been open, his heart
would�ve found its way inside the other boy�s chest. Harry tasted so sweet, and
the kiss was so soft and innocent.

Every
part of his body tingled and shivered. He held one of Harry�s shaking wrists in
his hand, but was too scared to wrap his arms around the boy.

Under
the moonlight that leaked through a window, two bodies stood still as the sound
of ripping cloth filled the air. Before they knew it, a pair of dark green
wings and a similar pair in black sprouted out. Loosened feathers floated
softly down to the stony ground.

Draco
whispered against the Gryffindor�s lips, �Harry.�

- TBC

A/N: Sorry guys, I don�t
know what I was thinking when I ended this in the middle of a scene when I
wrote it all those years ago. I had a dumb concept of what a cliffhanger should
be. Bah.

Next chapter will be
repost on Monday night, because I have a project due tomorrow and a midterm due
Monday.
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