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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Miss Scarletti, please stay after class.”

Harry’s blood ran cold as he heard Severus’s voice.

Draco gave him a quick smile and Blaise shot him a sympathetic look as the rest of the class filed out and Severus shut the door.

“What are you playing at?” He asked angrily.

Harry gulped. “Sir? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” He said.

Severus walked over to his desk and placed both hands on it, leaning close to him. “Potter, I know it is you. What is the meaning of this, and why have you not revealed yourself to your adoring fans?” He snapped.

Harry cringed. “Sir, the backlash from the spell I hit Voldemort with caused me to turn into a girl for several days each month. I don’t want anyone to know, so I took a new identity. Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want the press to know. I’d rather just step away from all the hype.” He said softly.

Severus sighed. “Very well. I expect your potions grade to improve this year, and you will allow me to help you find a cure for your predicament. Understood?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Yes, Sir. Do you really think it can be cured?”

Severus sighed. “You are going to be late to your next class if you don’t get going. We’ll speak of this further at a later date. Let me worry about whether or not it is possible.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Harry said happily. “I know that if it can be fixed, you’ll find a way to do it.”

Severus smirked at the praise. “Get out of my sight.” He snapped without malice.

Harry ran out of the room, beaming, and noticed Draco standing against the wall, arms crossed across his chest impatiently.

When Draco saw him, he smiled, standing straight, and extending a hand. “I’ll show you to History of Magic, so you don’t get lost.” He said, taking Harry’s hand and walking with him.

Harry blushed, smiling. Fate was finally on his side for once.

*****

“Did you enjoy your first day of classes?”

Harry smiled. “Very much so. I think I’m going to go shower now, and get ready for bed. I’m exhausted.” He said wearily, stopping when Draco grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Wait.” He said softly.

Harry turned, looking at him questioningly.

Draco buried a hand in his hair and leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss on his lips, causing him to gasp softly and blush.

“Sweet dreams, Celeste.” He whispered.

Harry nodded, dazed, heading down the dormitory stairs.

Blaise narrowed his eyes at Draco. “You really do like her, don’t you?” He asked.

Draco smirked, nodding. “I really do. And I think she likes me, too. I could be happy with her, Blaise. Something I really can’t say about most girls I know.”

Blaise nodded, wordlessly. When Harry revealed his secret, the fallout would hurt both of them more than they could know. Blaise hated to know that all this could come crashing down around his friend’s ears, but it wasn’t his secret to tell. He’d just have to trust that Harry knew what he was doing.

*****

Two weeks later…

“What’s up with Draco?” Pansy purred, sitting on Harry’s bed and taking the brush from his hand, running it through his hair.

Harry sighed. “I like him, and I think he likes me, but it’s not really me. He likes Celeste. And I’m only her for a short while each month, truly.” Harry said sadly.

Pansy sighed. “Are you altering your personality at all? Acting a part in how you act as well as who you are?”

Harry shook his head. “No, but-”

“Then he’s meeting the real you. We fall in love with not only looks, but personality, as well. I think he’ll forgive you when he finds out, since he’s seen who you really are.”

Harry shrugged. “I really hope you’re right, Pansy.”

Pansy beamed at him. “Of course I am! I’m always right.” She said happily.

*****

Celeste groaned as a weight descended onto her bed, the person unconcernedly sitting directly in the middle of her back. “Ow.” She whined, her face pressed into the pillow.

“Oh, shut up. If you were already up, I wouldn’t have to sit on you.”

“Pans, you’re suffocating me.” Celeste said weakly.

Pansy bounced on her. “Then learn to sleep on your back.” She said lightly.

Celeste sat up, pushing Pansy off the bed with her body. “Fine, I’m up. What do you have against sleeping in?”

Pansy smirked. “Draco made me come get you. He wants to get to breakfast soon, but he refuses to leave without you.” She said in a suggestive voice.

“Oh.” Celeste blushed and stood up, walking to the chest at the foot of her bed and pulling out a uniform.

“Um, so, when did the boobs appear?” Pansy asked lightly.

Celeste looked down, then blushed deeper, covering herself. “Damn. Midnight, if you must know, and they’ll be here for another four days. I forgot what day it was, or I would have worn a shirt to bed with the boxers.” She explained.

Pansy nodded, tapping her finger against her lips. “A bit small, if you ask me.” she finally said.

“What?!” Celeste snapped, dropping her arms and looking at her breasts. “They aren’t small!” She said, examining them.

Pansy hummed. “You know, you’re right. With a body like yours, they’re in perfect proportion. All of you is petite, after all. More than an A cup would be ridiculous.”

Celeste groaned, covering her face and quickly pulling on her clothes. “Can we not discuss this?”

“Can we discuss the fact that Draco wants you? Are you going to sleep with him?” Pansy asked interestedly.

Celeste blushed, brushing out her hair. “I really shouldn’t. I can’t take the risk of becoming pregnant in this body. But I want to. The only problem is how he would feel when he found out who I really am.”

Pansy shrugged. “Most of us just wouldn’t tell him. For as long as possible.” She said slyly, then walked to the door. “Hurry down. We’ll be waiting.” She said, leaving the green-eyed girl alone with her thoughts.

*****

Harry sucked on the end of his quill, watching detachedly as Pansy sketched flowers on a piece of parchment. At least Slytherins didn’t fall asleep in History of Magic, he thought, wistfully glancing at Ron and Hermione, wondering if they still missed him.

Ron was asleep, his face laying on his book, and Hermione was avidly taking notes.

Pansy elbowed Harry, breaking him out of his thoughts, and handing him a note, glancing over at Draco.

Harry looked up to see the blond looking his way.

He opened the note and smiled. ‘Hogsmeade this weekend. Go with me?’ He looked at Draco and nodded.

Draco smiled and leaned back in his chair smugly.

Harry raised his eyebrows at Pansy excitedly.

‘A date?’ Pansy mouthed, smirking.

"Yes, I just hope he doesn't take me to Madam Puddifoots or something similar." Harry replied in a whisper.

"He better not, no true Slytherin would be caught dead in Madam Puddifoots. He is more likely to take you to Rivière Fin. Although, maybe not on the first date." Pansy answered secretly.

Harry looked at her interestedly. “What’s that?” He asked.

“A restaurant you’ve never seen the like of.”

Harry could tell by her smirk that the discussion was over.

*****

Three weeks later…

“Well, I need to know what to wear!” Celeste huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Draco and Celeste had started officially dating two weeks ago, after the initial Hogsmeade date where Draco had taken her out to a very enjoyable lunch and then bought her a large box of chocolates. She just hadn’t been able to say no to more when he seemed so charming and hopeful.

Draco smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Just wear something cute and comfortable.”

Celeste rolled her eyes. “That’s no help!” She whined. “What kind of cute?”

“There are different kinds?” Draco asked incredulously.

Pansy smirked, watching the display. “Of course, Draco.” She said sweetly. “There’s flirty cute, innocent cute, and playful cute, to name just a few.”

Draco groaned. “If I tell you where we’re going, it’ll ruin the surprise!”

Pansy smirked. “You can tell me, and I can dress her.” She offered.

“Fine. Come here.”

Celeste watched triumphantly as Draco whispered in Pansy‘s ear, knowing that once they were alone, Pansy would tell her.

Pansy’s eyes were wide as she pulled away. “Bit spendy, that.” She said softly.

Draco smirked. “It’s worth it.” He assured her.

Pansy shrugged, then walked back to her seat. “We’ll talk clothes tomorrow, Celeste. I need to consider this one.” She said.

Draco smirked. ‘She’s just jealous because she knows she’ll never be able to afford it.’ He realized. ‘Well, when she gets married, I have the perfect gift.’

*****

“You won’t tell me?!” Harry screeched, hitting Pansy with his pillow.

Pansy blocked the pillow, looking at Harry intently. “You’re going to be a girl Saturday, right?” She asked urgently.

Harry counted the days till then, then frowned. “Yeah.” He said warily.

Pansy sighed in relief. “Good.”

“Why? Where are we going?” Harry asked eagerly.

“I can’t tell you!” Pansy said, exasperated. “I promised!”

*****

Draco ran his fingers over the picture of Harry he had found two years ago, from Creevey. The boy had dropped it when he ran away from Filch after hours.

Draco sighed. It was cracked and faded now, small tears forming along the edges, from the number of times he had been forced to quickly shove it into a convenient hiding place.

“Harry.” He breathed wistfully. “Harry, is it okay? Will you be angry if I fall for her? I fear it may be too late for me to stop it.” He finished, placing the picture back in the drawer he kept it in, then sighed. “You never knew, and for that I’m sorry. But… She still has that chance, and I can’t lose love twice. This time, I’m going to seize the opportunity.” He decided.

*****

Draco signed the last bit of paperwork and sent the owl off, feeling smug. He had gotten the whole weekend set up. Everything was paid for and ready.

He left his bedroom, and saw that Pansy was already waiting for him, scowling. “Celeste won’t get up.” She said shortly.

Draco frowned. “So why are you angry at me?”

“She was up half the night because of you.” She snapped.

“Not my fault she seems to think I can learn Advanced Transfiguration if I study hard enough.” Draco pouted. “Will she be down soon?” He asked hopefully.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “In an hour. She’s going to skip breakfast.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “No, she won’t. I’ve got it covered.” He said.

*****

Celeste sat heavily in her potions seat, feeling someone prod her shoulder. She turned and smiled. “Draco.”

Draco handed her a napkin with something inside it. “You have ten minutes before class starts. Sev won’t be in until then. Hurry, then dispose of the evidence.” He said furtively.

Celeste smiled thankfully at him, eating the poppy seed muffin.

“I’m a bit jealous, you know.” Pansy pouted. “He never treats me like that, and I’m supposed to be his best friend!”

“That might be why.” Celeste pointed out unhelpfully. “Friends and potential wives are very different.”

Draco chuckled. “She is right, Pans. Besides, you know I love you. Like a sister.”

Pansy smirked. “Well, as your sister, I demand special treatment, too.” She said haughtily.

“Fine.” Draco sighed. “Next time you’re going to be miss breakfast, I’ll grab you something to eat, shall I?”

Pansy smiled. “No need. I’ve never missed breakfast, and I don’t plan to start.”

Celeste rolled her eyes. “Then why complain?” She asked wearily, finishing the muffin and vanishing the remains.

“It’s the principle of the matter, of course!” Pansy huffed.

“She’s gone barmy.” Blaise whispered to Draco, causing the blonde to smirk.

“There will be no speaking during class.” Severus said, storming into the classroom.

Celeste fell silent, folding her hands on top of her desk.

“Miss Scarletti, you will stay after class. There is something we must discuss.” He said, then smirked. “Today we will be going over the proper way to brew the Wolfsbane Potion. I suggest strongly that you take complete notes and listen very carefully, because you will be brewing the base for it tomorrow.”

Celeste frowned. She raised her hand.

“Yes?” Severus asked in annoyance.

“Sir, tomorrow is Friday. If we’re only brewing the base-”

“Which needs to sit for a week before it is continued.” Severus said levelly.

“Oh.” Celeste said softly. “Never mind, then.”

Severus nodded. “Indeed.”
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