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Fins and Other Such Bodily Additions	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco was torn between feelings of fear and worry for his best friend as he stared into the man’s red eyes. Questions flew through his mind as he tried to come to terms with what Blaise most likely now was.

When he finally worked through his thoughts enough to speak, “How?” was all Draco could ask though his shock.

“Apparently Voldemort had been successful in bringing the vampires to his side unlike we had originally thought.” Blaise answered, his eye fading back to their natural indigo blue color, “I was bitten during the final battle. When Mother found me she tried to use her healing skills to draw out the virus, but it had already taken hold by the time she found me. I don’t remember much after that, but she reassured me that my sire was no longer a burden on this world.”

Draco looked over his friend, noticing for the first time that his skin was almost white now, though it still held a light olive color. A reminder of what color it used to be. Other than the change in his skin tone and eye color, he couldn’t really see any proof of the change in the other Slytherin. As the blonde studied Blaise’s new appearance he was startled when he caught a scent coming off of the other student. He couldn’t pinpoint what it smelled like, but it was wild and strong, and it made his stomach clench with a hunger he hadn’t felt before.

Embarrassed and confused, he ignored the new urges and asked, “Are the Governors going to let you enroll back into classes?”

A small smirk appeared back onto Blaise’s face as he answered, “Yes, I start classes tomorrow.” He reached up and pulled a small amulet on a platinum chain from under the collar of his shirt, “This will prevent the sun from burning me, though I’m still not supposed to be in the sun for prolonged periods of time.”

“How are you going to feed?” Draco asked, slightly wincing when he realized how rude he had sounded.

Blaise’s smirk resurfaced full force and a sharp fang peeked over his lower lip, “Why are you afraid I’ll feed off of you?”

In less than a second he was in front of Draco, crowding into his space so their bodies were almost touching, “Are you afraid I’ll feel the thirst in the middle of the night and be unable to resist the urge to feed. That while you are peacefully sleeping so close to me; I’ll just take a little taste?”

Draco internally shuddered as the scent coming from Blaise got stronger. He had momentarily forgotten how intense his friend could be when properly provoked or challenged. It had only gotten worse after he had realized his real feelings for a certain Gryffindor. It had been after another similar altercation with his best friend, in which Draco had barely escaped, that he realized the Italian had more than just platonic feelings for him, and that said feelings were returned at a fairly equal level with his other source of infatuation.

It had been this realization that had made Draco cut off interactions with his peers around the end of his fifth year. He didn’t know is he’d survive hurting Blaise, and he didn’t trust himself to fully choose between the two men that he wanted.

“I-, “Draco couldn’t believe that his brain was short circuiting like this, he never really had this problem before.

All he could think about was the close proximity of the other Slytherin and the hunger that was lodged in this throat. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to turn the tables on the vampire. Maybe just a little touch of skin wouldn’t be so harmful… But before he could act, Blaise backed away an inch or two, indigo eyes studying the blonde’s face.

“Why do you have small scales on your cheekbones?” The vampire asked, confusion clouding his face.

Draco froze, not even breathing as he realized what his friend had just asked him. He hadn’t thought anyone but he could see the scales after he had put a glamour on over them this morning. Then he realized that in his shock over finding out what Blaise had become, he had forgotten just how strong a vampire’s eyesight was. Strong enough to see through glamours; like the ones he was wearing now.

Didn’t know what to do, but he knew he could trust Blaise. He had to trust Blaise, he had no one else. So he did the only thing that he could do. He the old the vampire about what happened in France on his 14^th birthday. He told him what he had found while researching. He even told him about touching Harry and how Blaise himself smelt.

Draco held his nerves in check as he watched Blaise study him thoughtfully. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the other man reached out with his hand and hovered over his cheek before finally touching down to feel the scales. The hunger surged through Draco’s body and he could feel something flow from Blaise’s fingertips and into his skin as they traced over his cheekbone, down his jaw, and over his jugular. He gasped as the tingling started up over his skin again. He noticed his eyesight becoming stronger the longer Blaise was touching him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as the tingling sensation grew stronger.

“You’re feeding off of my magic,” Blaise said in awe before gently drawing his hand away.

Draco began to follow the hand as it retreated before he realized what he was doing and quickly crawling to the other side of his bed to get away from the temptation.

“Why did you do that?” Draco asked, trying to get his excited breathing under control, “You don’t know how I would have reacted. Vampires have a different type of magic than wizards. It’s your bloody life force Blaise! I could have killed you!”

Blaise raised a sculpted eyebrow and gave Draco a look that told him just how stupid he thought he was being, “Someone’s being dramatic.”

Draco stuttered, not able to form the proper words to tell Blaise what he thought of his opinion.

“You didn’t really take much Draco.” Blaise said, “Maybe,” he paused as he climbed onto Draco’s bed and sat a few inches in front of him, “maybe you just need to practice your control.”

Blaise held out his hand in offering between them, “After all what kind of merman would you be if you couldn’t control how much you ate and when?”

Draco looked between Blaise’s hand and his face skeptically, “Very well, but if I kill you it’s your fault.”

Blaise’s face broke out in a wide grin as Draco grabbed his hand, his fangs flashing from the lighting in the room, “Don’t worry about me. I can always take what I need back.”

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Harry gingerly placed the ice pack that Hermione had conjured for him on his head. It had taken a few hours, but eventually his headache had come back. He had been expecting it, but still he had hoped that whatever had happened had taken away his headaches for good. He was very thankful for his friends at the moment.

He had told Hermione and Ron about the incident between Malfoy and himself. Ron had, of course, jumped to the conclusion that the Slytherin had used a spell on him, but had quickly apologized when both Harry and Hermione had given him a look. They had been trying to get him to act more civil to their opposing house, but being civil to Malfoy was a little bit harder than the rest of his house. Now both Ron and Hermione were looking for an answer to what could have helped Harry’s headaches.

He was trying, and failing, at hiding a grimace as a bunch of second and third years hollered and carried on across the room from the small group of 8^th years that had gathered around Harry. He couldn’t find the nerve to blame them though. It was a Friday, classes had just got done, and with his hearing enhanced he could easily hear that their professors hadn’t given the homework that weekend.

Seamus sat on the floor, finishing up an essay that had been assigned that day on the coffee table next to Harry. Every once in a while, when some of the girls made a particularly annoying and loud squawk, he saw Harry wince in pain. He was quickly getting fed up with the noise himself, so he did the first thing he thought of. He grabbed a large piece of scroll he had yet to use, balled it up and lobbed it at the head of the girl all the other were gathered around.

“Oi!” He said, just short of yelling for Harry’s sake, “Go to your room if you’re gonna be carryin’ on like that you gits.”

He heard Harry snort as he watch the younger students scowl at him, grumble, and then get up and do as he told them. Yes, Harry was very thankful for his friends.

“Well, I found something,” Hermione said quietly as she came over and sat on the couch by his legs, “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“What is it ‘Mione?” Harry asked opening his eyes just as Hermione dimmed the fire and the windows in the common room.

“The only recorded reason for the headaches and heightened sense to disappear during the transition of family’s magic into you-“

“’Mione, short version please.” Harry asked quietly, still squinting at the left over light in the room.

“Right, sorry.” Hermione apologized, “It says the only thing that’s ever helped was when the person’s magic was drained. Potions that helped dull the senses only caused the headaches to get worse, same with magical objects or spells that do the same thing.”

“Could Malfoy have been wearing something that could drain Harry’s magic?” Neville asked from where he was doing his homework next to Ron at the larger table on that side of the room.

“When you grabbed his arm what did you touch?” Hermione asked while casting a spell to refreeze the melting ice in the icepack.

“His arm?” Harry said before getting a look from Hermione that had him continuing, “All right, all right. I just touched his sleeve.”

“Was he wearing anything unusually?” Hermione asked.

“No, just the normal Slytherin robes.”

“Then it wasn’t something he was wearing.” Neville said, “You would have had to have direct skin connect with whatever it was that drain your magic, unless it was Malfoy himself.”

Hermione had a small frown on her face as she thought everything over, “When I checked your magic reserves after you came in here all excited, you barely had any magic missing.”

“That would make sense since Harry didn’t make skin contact with Malfoy.” Neville answered Hermione’s unspoken thoughts.

“But how would that slimy git be able to drain Harry’s magic?” Ron asked, curling in on himself slightly when Hermione directed a scolding look his way for the name calling.

“He would have to be some type of magical creature,” Neville said, “I’m not sure what kind though. The Malfoy’s are an old bloodline. They could have multiple creature lineiages passed on through the family.”

“Don’t worry Harry,” Ron said, “We won’t let him get away with stealing your magic. That’s illegal if he didn’t have your permission.”

“Certain magical creatures don’t have to follow those laws Ron.” Hermione said gently, trying to encourage everyone to follow her lead and speak quietly when she noticed Harry’s face contorting in pain again.

“He looked just as shocked as I did when it happened.” Harry said before closing his eyes and trying to focus on falling asleep.

~

She woke from her trance suddenly, a gasp pulling in oxygen rich water. A gleefully cruel grin appeared on her face as she went over the vision she had just received.

“My Queen?” A voice asked from a few feet to the right of the throne she sat in.

The Queen looked to the source of the voice, a mermaid with a dark red fin and matching scales holding the royal guard weapon of choice, a long barbed spear.

“I found him.” The Queen said, her voice sounding like pure seduction, but her tone sounding as cruel as the grin on her face, “I found my son.”

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A/N: If anyone has any ideas of how Harry finds out about Blaise and Draco being creatures, or of how they get together let me know! I have a few ideas, but nothing concrete. In other words: I would like some help! :D
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