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Wind Rider
Chapter Five

Two
hushed syllables brought Harry back down to earth, and any previous elation of
heavenly delight faded into the cold atmosphere as soon as Harry acknowledged
his lip-lock partner�s identity. The smaller seeker quickly broke away from
Draco�s side, too enchanted by the latter�s glowing metallic irises, and too
panicked to even realize that the other boy was sporting wings as well, and
dark green wings at that.

Harry
turned himself invisible, and ran.

With
his invisibility cloak and Marauder�s map in hand, Harry didn�t even care that
his footsteps were quite audible as they echoed off the castle walls. All he
could register were the lingering warmth delivered by the broken kiss and the
blissful sound of his name coming from Draco Malfoy�s lips.

Oh, God. Harry shut his eyes and ran on blindly with his midnight black
wings flapping behind him on intervals; he half hoped that he could crash into
a wall and damage his memory permanently. He didn�t... no, he couldn�t have
just kissed a boy by his free will, and Draco Malfoy at that! No, it had
to be a spell, a love potion, anything! Even Imperius seemed like a reasonable
excuse at that point.

His
feet instinctively brought him back to Gryffindor territory. After a frantic
whisper to a dazed Fat Lady (�Pig Snout�), Harry forced his body back to that
of a normal wizard�s and darted toward the dorm he shared with four other boys.

Ron,
Neville, and Dean were all too deep into dreamland to notice the not-so-subtle
door slam delivered by a panting boy who lived. Seamus, however, woke up
groggily.

��Arry...
dat you?� Seamus grabbed his wand and lit up the room with a mumbled �Lumos�.

With
a trembling hand over his chest, Harry took in deep breaths to calm his heartbeat,
and was failing miserably.

�Yeah,
it�s me.� The bespectacled boy dragged his tired body back to bed. �Go back to
sleep, Seamus.�

The
light wavered for a second before it moved toward Harry�s four-poster. ��Arry,�
Seamus whispered in his thick Irish brogue, �you all right there? Did Filch
catch you?�

�No!
Just... just go back to bed, Seamus. Nothing happened.�

�Take
Ron�s advice, you�re �orrible at lyin�. Now, what really happened?� Seamus was
now sitting on Harry�s mattress and a bit too close for comfort; his accent was
unusually thick due to his half-awake state. Suddenly, the light from his wand
was directly in front of Harry�s face. �Leprechaun�s balls, �Arry, look at
you!�

That
was the last draw. Harry had had enough. He did not need to be any more
effeminate than he already was. If the encounter with Malfoy minutes ago was
any indication, Harry�s features needed a desperate reshaping, preferably
something similar to a troll�s ass.

�Oh,
good heavens....� Harry pulled out his wand immediately and aimed it at Seamus�
throat. �Don�t you dare lay a hand on me, Finnigan!� He really didn�t
want a replay of last night.

To
his surprise and mild intrigue, Seamus burst out in quiet laughter instead.
�No, no, I didn�t mean it like that!�

Harry
relaxed a bit. �Then what did you mean?�

�I
mean, you�re not glowin� anymore, mate.�

Harry�s
already round eyes widened further. He dropped his wand in excitement and
goggled at his hands. Seamus was absolutely right; the �Tinkerbelle�
effect was gone!

��Arry,
go to the bathroom!� Seamus jumped off the bed and led the other boy to the
shared lavatory where a large mirror resided.

With
the help of the light from Seamus� wand, Harry grabbed the sides of the mirror
and studied his face with renewed happiness.

Before
him stood the Harry he had always known. This Harry did not give off an
unnatural glow that made people�s eyes glaze over. This Harry had a faint
mustache and messy hair that stuck up all over the place. This Harry�s lips
weren�t as full. This Harry stood at a familiar height of 5�11��, his height
before the situation he deemed as �sudden death�. This Harry had tanned skin,
skinny legs, and firm biceps built up from hours of weeding Aunt Petunia�s
flowerbed.

However,
despite the fact that Harry was almost entirely back to himself, his eyes still
shined a brilliant emerald.

Harry
wanted to shout in delight, but didn�t want to wake the other boys. The
bathroom door was still open so the room wasn�t entirely soundproof. Beside
him, Seamus grinned in amusement, but Harry could tell from the Irish boy�s
droopy eyelids that perhaps they should head back to bed. He could always show
off his regained �manliness� first thing in the morning.

The
savior of the wizarding world fell asleep with high spirits that night.

Just
before he woke up, Harry dreamt of silver glinting lovingly under the
moonlight, and warm, flushed lips that swallowed him whole.

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Draco
had found paradise in the raven-haired boy�s lips, only to lose it within
seconds of contact.

He
couldn�t understand what happened. One minute Harry Potter was standing before
him, his wrist still in Draco�s tight grip, his lips quivering under the
Slytherin�s administrations. And the next, he had pulled his arm back and
promptly disappeared from view.

Draco
found himself on his knees, trembling as Harry�s tantalizing scent hovered
around him. If it weren�t for that smell of lilies and chocolate, Draco
would�ve passed off the memory as a figment of his imagination, a reaction
caused by his body�s desperate need for his Intended. The Zephyr within him
cried out with delight, but the Malfoy wanted to beat himself senseless. He had
just crossed the line. Even if he wanted to forget about the impulsive kiss,
the other boy would never let it go.

He
shuddered again, already missing his mate�s presence. Still slightly
intoxicated by the feeling of Harry so close to him, he cursed the Zephyr power
of invisibility. Surely that was how Harry managed to fade into thin air.

Draco
put a hand over his thundering heart, sighing for the thousandth time for his
weakness. However, the itch went away momentarily even though the effect of the
calming draught no longer remained, so kissing Harry Potter was at least good
for something.

Kissing Harry Potter...

The
blond seeker chuckled bitterly. He made his promise not to submit to the desire
merely twenty-four hours ago, and no matter how many times he told himself that
Malfoys kept their promises, he had already broken it.

A
stray feather caught Draco�s eye. He leaned forward slightly to pick it up.
Twirling it between his index finger and thumb, he suddenly realized that due
to the surprising revelations he had to deal with, he didn�t even take into
full consideration that if Potter was indeed his Intended, then the other boy
had to be a Zephyr as well.

Did
Potter understand what being a Zephyr fully entailed? When did he come into his
heritage? Did he know that all Zephyrs were born with an Intended who was in
every way their (supposed) perfect match? Did he recognize that the kiss they
shared didn�t originate from a delusion, but rather, a natural and raw need for
each other?

Draco
was raised from a young age to accept his heritage. The Malfoy Manor�s library
had an entire wall dedicated to rare tomes collected by the Malfoy, Black, and
even the Lestrange families since the Founders� time, and Draco had been
required to read them all prior to his initiation. He understood the history,
mating processes, the consequences, the abilities, and all the myths concerning
Zephyrs. But there was no way that Harry could have had access to these rare
volumes. And now that the old fool Dumbledore was not even in school anymore,
who could Harry rely on to answer his questions? Was he terribly confused when
he suddenly sprouted wings one day? Or did the Potter family have an exclusive
collection of Zephyr books as well?

Draco
scoffed at himself. The sound echoed rather loudly in the dank hallway.
Suddenly, Draco wasn�t so hungry anymore. He looked around the floor to pick up
other feathers and his eyes fell upon a few dark green ones.

He
panicked.

The
Slytherin flung his head backwards and noted with horror that the glamour
Lucius put on his wings was no longer there. Instead of a light yellow, his
ghastly magnificent wings was glowing a familiar dark green. Though unlike
before, they were now shimmering majestically, and nearly humming with life.

Draco
glared at his wings. Oh sure, they were happy.

Sighing,
Draco recalled from his past readings that upon a delightful contact with one�s
Intended, all kinds of spells that were used on the pair would die away. Draco
grumbled in annoyance, gathered up all the feathers in sight, and silently
trotted back to his dormitory. He was going to have to ask Professor Snape to
put the glamour back on; the required charm was too advanced for the teen
wizard.

Once
back in his dorm room, Draco deposited the feathers he collected into his
drawer. The blond Zephyr then fell onto his mattress with a sour smile. His
tongue darted out and traced the lines of his lips as his mind wandered off.
Family honor be damned, he was currently much too elated to think about the
consequences.

Mere
skin contact wasn�t enough. Draco wanted the whole package. He ached for more.
He needed to feel Harry�s mouth move against his, the other boy�s tongue inside
his hot crevice. He wanted to shred away that hideous piece of pajama top and
bite until his full name was imprinted upon the unmarred skin. He pictured a
weight above him, then a body thrashing beneath him, gasping and moaning under
his every whim.

He
needed more... a lot more.

His
Zephyr blood recognized the desire burning under his skin. The damned itch that
gracefully left him alone for a mere ten minutes returned once again. It wasn�t
as agonizing as before, maybe even a little pleasant; but to Draco, it was
still pure torture.

Shifting
slowly so he wouldn�t apply too much pressure on his nether regions, Draco
moved to his nightstand and took out the first of the three vials that he got
from Snape that morning.

Hesitantly,
Draco downed the content, grimaced at the taste, and collapsed back onto his
bed. Sleep didn�t come as easily as he hoped.

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Harry
woke up the next morning in an unusually good mood, Ron noted. He practically
shook Ron awake by the shoulders and then proceeded to stand above the
maroon-haired boy�s bed in a heroic pose, something that the humble Harry had
never done before.

Ron
raised an eyebrow. Sometimes his best friend was too weird for words.

�Are
we playing Charade?� Ron asked slowly.

The
boy who lived rolled his eyes and squealed. �No, Ron, look at me! Hello? Notice
anything?�

The
Gryffindor Prefect groaned. When did Harry become such a narcissist? �Yes,
Harry, you�re a very beautiful little lady. Now get off my bed.�

�No.�
Harry kicked one of his legs. �Can�t you see? I�m ugly again!�

Yeah,
really, he was way too weird for words.

�Sure,�
Ron quipped, �of course you�re ugly! And look, the sun rose from the west
today! Hey, I bet that Neville will never blow up a cauldron during Potions
again! And did you get that letter of surrender from You-Know-Who?�

It
was Harry�s turn to look confused. �Ron, are you okay?�

Ron
sighed. It was too early in the morning for this nonsense. �Never mind, Harry,
get off my bed.�

�I
resent that Potions comment, Ron.� Neville�s voice interrupted from the other
side of the room.

Harry
pretended that he didn�t hear it. Instead, he scooted closer to Ron and pointed
to the center of his face. �Ron, look! I�m not glowing anymore!�

Still
sleepy and very grumpy, Ron grunted. �Hmm... I guess it�s a bit better than
yesterday. At least you�re not blinding me anymore.�

�Wha....�
Harry glared at his hands in disbelief before rushing to the bathroom to check
his face in the mirror. Ron�s reaction wasn�t what he expected.

Seconds
later, Harry reentered in a fit of rage. �Dammit! Seamus, I�m glowing again.�
His verdant eyes flickered as if torched by hell�s fire, and a surge of power
swept through the dorm room and left his roommates gasping for breath.

�Ha...
Harry, calm down!� Ron yelled despite the heavy pressure Harry�s unseen power
applied to his lungs. This happened once during summer vacation as well, when
Harry had become overly irritated by Ron�s taunts of a possible male mate and
nearly squeezed the air out of his body just by a glare. Harry�s magic was
increasing with every passing day, and the people closest to him were the first
ones to experience its power.

Realizing
the effect of his anger, Harry breathed in long gaps of air and willed his magic
back into his body. He mumbled embarrassed words of apology and went to pick
out the day�s clothes.

�Hey,
Harry, what happened to your pajama shirt?� Seamus asked after he got his voice
back. �Were the holes there last night? I didn�t notice.�

Harry
froze in mid-step. He had managed to forget his encounter with a certain
Slytherin due to the short absence of his Zephyr glow; he had even managed to
convince himself that it was a bad dream, an illusion perhaps, caused by the castle�s
many magical abilities. But the damage was done, and his ripped pajama was
undeniable evidence of his shameful act.

Harry
blushed. �Uh... no, they weren�t. I got angry inside the bathroom, and my wings
came out.�

His
friends accepted his excuse. They were always so trusting that Harry felt
incredibly guilty about lying. But he couldn�t very well tell them that he
somehow ended up in a compromising situation with their enemy during a midnight
venture. That could be counted as betrayal to the lion�s name.

�And
just what got you so angry, mate?� Ron inquired as he changed.

�It�s
this stupid Zephyr glow!� Harry immediately began to speak in a rather fast
pace. �I got back to normal last night; ask Seamus, he�ll confirm it. I was
tall again and didn�t look like a bloody girl anymore. I didn�t want to wake
you up so decided to wait until morning. But now it�s back again and I don�t
know how to get rid of it!� He finished his rant with an unmanly pout.

Dean,
Neville, and Ron shared confused looks while Seamus nodded to back up Harry�s
story.

�Well,
Harry, what did you do last night to make it go away?� Dean asked.

�Huh?�

�He
means what caused the glow to disappear in the first place? Maybe if you do it
again, the same thing will happen,� Seamus happily cut in.

The
room went quiet. A completely different wave of power seeped out Harry�s body.
This was a wave of pure allure magic, and it sent Seamus to his knees. The
Irish boy clawed at the floor as his eyes went in and out of focus. He seemed
to be holding himself back from pouncing on Harry. Neville and Dean immediately
set out to grab Seamus� arms as Ron placed himself in front of the Gryffindor
Seeker.

As
for the Golden Boy himself, he was once again breathing too fast for his own
good. A tingling sensation found its way to his lips and Harry drowned himself
in it. He didn�t even register Seamus� pained sounds of self-restraint, nor
could he see the blinding silver light that currently shrouded his body.

It
almost felt as if he was back in that abandoned hallway again, with no one but
Draco at his side. The same moonlight, the same breeze, and the same intense
gaze penetrated his mind; he replayed the scene of their brief contact in his
mind over and over.

�Harry!�
someone shouted his name and shook his shoulders. The boy opened his eyes (when
did he close them?) and blinked owlishly. �Harry,� Ron�s face was oddly close
all of a sudden, �snap out of it! You�re killing Seamus!�

It
was then that Harry noticed the thrashing Irishman. And as soon as it came, the
allure magic disappeared back into Harry�s body. Seamus finally stopped his
efforts and fell onto the floor with gasps.

Harry
watched in horror as Seamus slowly regained his breath. Thankfully, the latter
seemed fine since he had enough energy left to joke. �Why is it that out of all
of us, I�m the only one feeling it? Is that supposed to be telling me
something? I�m sure that I had a crush on Ginny last year. No offense, �arry,
you�re a nice bloke and all, but I�m a one-way fellow. At least, I think I am.
Not so sure anymore.�

Ron
took two steps forward and asked with slit eyes, �Seamus, you don�t fancy my
sister anymore, do you?�

�No!�
Seamus recognized Ron�s �over-protective-older-brother� look instantly. The
other boys sent Ron glares that clearly said, �Now�s not the time.�

�As
of now,� Ron ignored the glares, �who do you fancy?�

�Certainly
not Ginny! Definitely not Ginny! I give you my word! It�s not Ginny!� Seamus
scurried back to stand behind Dean. An angry Ron was a scary Ron.

�I
know that!� the tall redhead practically screamed. �Answer the question,
Seamus! Who do you fancy as of now?�

�No
one! I swear! No one!�

�Ron,
leave him alone,� said an irritated Dean. The youngest male Weasley was acting
even stranger than usual.

�Aha!�
Everyone jumped back as the lanky teen yelled aloud in triumph.

�Uh...
Gesundheit?� Harry stared at his best friend, and frankly, he was a bit worried
for Ron�s sanity. Perhaps the stress from the past month was too much for the
boy.

�No,
Harry, listen, I got it! I know why Seamus is the only one in this room going
cuckoo over you!� Ron�s eyes glinted. He set his right leg upon a nearby stool
and leaned down so his elbow was on his knee. With his chin cupped in his right
palm and a haughty smile, he looked oddly suave and just a bit ridiculous in
his half-dressed state.

�Hanging
around Hermione for five years has finally resulted in something spectacular!�
Ron announced. �Ha! I got it before any of you did!�

�I
swear on my cousin Dudley�s video games that if you don�t tell us what you�ve
�got� this minute, I will never talk to you again, Ronald.�

�Don�t
fret, my dear boy,� Ron stroked an imaginary beard and continued in a deepened
voice, �I have merely come to the conclusion that your Zephyr glow only affects
people who aren�t smitten with someone already.

�Take
little Neville for example, even though he believes that my all-seeing eyes
haven�t caught on yet, I�m actually quite aware of his feelings for Ginny. By
the way, Nev,
touch her and you die.� Neville blanched. �And of course, there�s Dean and
Lavender. I caught them making eyes at each other yesterday. Way too obvious.�

Dean
Thomas glared at him again. �And what about you, our dear Ronald,� he
retaliated, �just who are you so smitten with?�

A
panicked look flashed through Ron�s eyes. �Oh, look, we�re late for class!�
Ron�s posture was back to normal. He threw on his shirt and outer robe, grabbed
his book bag, and ran out the room without even brushing his teeth.

The
four boys fell into heaps of laughter. First class wasn�t going to start for
another forty minutes.

�Bloody
coward,� Harry said through a suppressed chuckle.

�But
I think he�s right for once. It certainly makes sense.� Seamus scratched his
head. He was still a little bit miffed that he couldn�t control himself
earlier. �So all I have to do is find a well-endowed lass and you�ll be safe
from my claws, Potter.�

�That
might take a while, Finnigan.�

They
laughed their way down to the Great Hall, where Ron was sitting quietly next to
a smiling Hermione. The red head had on a full blush throughout breakfast.

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As
he climbed his way toward Divination class with Ron, Harry kept on shifting his
head left and right in hope of catching sight of a certain blond. He noted with
suspicion that Draco wasn�t at breakfast, and was half-relieved and
half-disappointed that they won�t see each other until Care of Magical
Creatures.

Harry
knew deep inside that something was very, very wrong with Draco Malfoy ever
since that encounter on the train. It was almost as if the Malfoy during
Defense yesterday was a totally different person. That Malfoy was out for his
head, and wanted nothing but to hurt Harry by any means possible. Then the
Malfoy he saw last night gave off an impression of a normal, nice human being,
if that soft kiss was any indication. Harry waited and dozed off through Trelawney�s
lesson, and wondered which Malfoy he was going to see today.

Too
bad he couldn�t figure out just why he wanted to see Draco at all.

Harry
went through Divination and lunch with only half his head in focus. If he had
paid more attention to those around him, he probably would�ve noticed the
surreptitious glances that the underclassmen gave him and the outright lustful
stares from a bunch of seventh year Slytherins.

A
few brave souls approached him as well, which included a rather good-looking
fifth-year girl from Hufflepuff and the infamous Michael Corner. No need to
say, Harry was stunned when the latter walked up to him. No wonder Cho�s heart wasn�t
fully intent on her supposed boyfriend. And thank Merlin that Ginny had the
sense to dump the boy before it was too late.

Harry�s
new hoard of admirers all acted very odd around him. With Harry�s thoughts
occupied by Malfoy, his mind remained quite stable and so no sudden burst of
allure had managed to leak out. But every person that bravely walked up to him
shrunk back as soon as they got too close. They would all open their mouths to
speak, only to squeak indignantly before running away. It was pure
entertainment for Harry�s friends. Not to mention it was also very funny to see
people already in committed relationship lose their power of speech around
Harry. It seemed that they weren�t so smitten with their partners after all.

Lunch
ended with a dull echo. Malfoy missed that meal as well. Harry had searched for
that familiar blond hair and hateful sneer, only to find a missing seat between
Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Funny how Malfoy was never there when Harry
actually anticipated him.

The
savior of the wizarding world whined and pleaded until Ron finally gave up on
his half-finished sausage. The trio left for class a whole hour early. The
excuse Harry gave them was that he was dying to see Hagrid again.

Hagrid
was tending to a tub of flobberworms as the three sixth years approached his hut. Delighted at
their very early arrival, Hagrid encased all of them in a bone-breaking
hug.

�Good
to see you again, Hagrid.� Hermione greeted as their �leader�. �How is Madam
Maxime?�

�Ah,
she�s fine, jus� fine.� The half-giant had a big grin on his face. �Grawp�s
fine, too. He�s been missin� yer, Hermione.�

Ron
nudged the girl jokingly. �Hear that? You�re gonna get a giant as a boyfriend.�

Hermione
laughed in a dry tone and glared at the tall Prefect. �Yeah, and the first
thing I�ll ask him to do is to sit on you, Ronald Weasley.�

Hagrid
and Harry both had a very good laugh at the look on Ron�s face.

�So,
what�s goin� on with yer, Harry? Yer look a bit differen�,� Hagrid asked as he
led them into his hut for tea.

�Oh
yeah. Er, I switched shampoos.�

Ron
had to smother a guffaw. Thankfully, Hagrid didn�t press any further. The three
friends hated to keep such an important secret from the half-giant, but for
now, the information was too much for Hagrid�s mouth to handle.

�So,
Professor,� Ron asked teasingly, �what�s our first lesson this year gonna be
on?�

�Ah,
yer gonna like this one, I bet. �Specially you, Harry. But I�m no� gonna tell
yer �till the lesson starts,� said Hagrid as he poured them giant cups of tea.

�Weather�s
a bit warm this year,� Harry proclaimed. He shrugged off his cloak and draped
it over one of Hagrid�s large chairs. �Can we drink this outside?�

�Good
idea, Harry,� Hermione was already standing, �I want to enjoy what little breeze
we have, too.�

The
three students set up a temporary tea-party using the giant pumpkins that
Hagrid liked to grow, while Hagrid himself took up seat on a giant boulder.
Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid talked about random things such as Ron�s family, but
Harry was silent since his main focus was on that lone trail which led up to
the castle. His eyes flickered every other second in search of a certain
someone.

�Well,�
Hagrid stood up as a scattered group of Ravenclaws approached the pumpkin
patch, �seems like class sho� be startin�.�

Harry
had stopped listening (not that he was listening in the first place), because a
certain Seeker had just showed his face.

Draco
Malfoy was trotting down toward them with his Slytherin bodyguards by his
sides, no more than fifteen feet away from the Ravenclaws. Harry�s heartbeat
raced though he could not comprehend the reason. It was just a peck of lips,
right? A stupid kiss caused by his stupid Zephyr glow. Draco was looking so
nonchalant, maybe the other boy didn�t even remember!

And
indeed, Draco was acting very indifferent to those around him. Blaise Zabini
was blabbing away some toady nonsense like usual, but Draco wasn�t even looking
at the boy. Instead, those mercury eyes were staring off into the distance. The
corners of that bow-shaped mouth were turned only slightly downward, with no
clear signs of any sort of disdain, a remarkable feat for the classic
Slytherin. Harry had never seen Draco Malfoy so... detached before.

One
thing was odd though, and it was the way Draco was dressed. Despite the warm
weather, he was cloaked in something akin to a heavy cotton robe with a
cashmere turtleneck sweater underneath.

The
entire class arrived within minutes. With Hagrid and the Gryffindors in lead,
they walked toward a hedged clearing near the Quidditch pitch. That clearing
was never there before, and Harry had a distinct feeling that it was perhaps
built solely for this lesson.

�Now,�
Hagrid clapped his hands loudly in anticipation, �inside this fence here are
two Demiguises. Can anyone tell me wha� they are? Yes, Hermione?�

�Demiguises
are ape-like beasts. They are peaceful herbivores and can be found in the Far East. They�re incredibly hard to capture, however,
since they usually walk around invisible. Their silky hair may be spun into
invisibility sloaks.�

Harry�s
eyes widened. So that�s why Hagrid said this lesson would interest him. So he
had basically been wandering around the castle in Demiguise fur this whole
time!

�Excellent,
twenty points ter Gryffindor. Now, when I open this door here,� Hagrid gestured
to a tall wooden divider that separated the inner clearing and the outside
environment, �yeh gonna walk in there in pairs with baskets, an� try ter catch
them Demiguises. They�re invisible, so try ter use the vegetables inside those
baskets ter lure �em. There�re little trees an� rocks in there, so be careful.�

The
class broke out in whispers as students attached themselves to their best
friends. Seamus was with Neville, and Hermione immediately went to Ron�s side
much to the redhead�s pleasure, and Harry was just about to find Dean when he
realized that the other boy had forsaken Care of Magical Creatures for Magical
Painting, a new elective offered to students of all years.

�Sorry
ter do this to yeh, Harry, but...�

Harry
closed his eyes in resignation as Hagrid�s apology trailed off. Of course, the
Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were there in pairs, Lavender was paired with
Parvati, the Slytherins had seven people in this class, and Crabbe was already
paired up with Goyle, Zabini with Nott, and Pansy with Millicent....

Harry�s
lunch did an acrobatic move inside his stomach. In the Slytherin corner, Draco
didn�t seem to notice their predicament, and was still staring into the air.
Sighing, Harry nodded reassuringly to his friends and walked toward the blond
boy. The Slytherins immediately went about making crude � yet oddly flattering
� comments about Harry�s looks. Another thing that Harry noticed was how only
the Slytherins didn�t get tongue-tied around him.

The
boy who lived cleared his throat to announce his arrival, not that he needed
it. �So, Malfoy, seeing how we�re the last two people left unpaired, guess
you�ll have to endure me for this one class.� Harry congratulated
himself since his voice didn�t waver at all.

Draco
spared him a cold and uncaring glance before shrugging. He walked right past
Harry toward the pile of baskets and went inside the fenced clearing. Harry had
no choice but to trail after him, his lunch made a life-changing decision to go
all out and joined the Olympics gymnastic competition.

The
next two hours were filled with happy squeals as students bumped into each
other, trees and rocks, and finally, annoyingly invisible beasts that refused
to be captured. The vegetables that Hagrid gave them to use as lure managed to
disappear very quickly. Some didn�t even want to catch the Demiguises, for the
chase was like a thrilling game of tag. Hagrid�s head could be seen floating
above the hedge, cheering them on.

Harry,
however, wasn�t having any fun at all. Draco had their basket, and the blond
made no effort to even try to find the blasted beast. Malfoy simply walked
around the clearing with one hand inside his pocket. Harry walked five feet
behind him.

By
the time the lesson came to an end, Harry had followed Draco around the
clearing seventy-three times. Quite frankly, his legs were getting very sore.

But
what was he supposed to do? �Say, Malfoy, so that kissy thing we did last
night, good, wasn�t it? By the way, it was just a reaction on your part because
I�m actually a full-blooded Zephyr and can�t keep this glowy thing under
control� didn�t seem very sensible to the intelligent part of Harry�s brain.

After
a whole day of waiting to see Draco, and hoping to maybe explaining things to
him, Harry just couldn�t find the right words to say anything.

Draco
went back to the castle as soon as Hagrid dismissed them. If he had looked
back, he would�ve seen Harry�s startling emerald irises staring forlornly after
him.

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Draco
dropped dead on his bed as soon as he got back to his dorm room. He still
couldn�t believe that Potter had the audacity and stupidity to follow him for
two hours! His legs were killing him from all the walking.

Actually,
Draco�s original intention was to get away from the Gryffindor by going to the
other side of the field and stand there to ponder about the meaning of life for
the whole class. He didn�t, however, expect Harry to walk after him, and so
Draco kept on going in hope that Potter would eventually give up. It wasn�t
until the twelfth round that he realized perhaps Potter was following him
because he had their basket. By then, it was too embarrassing to stop,
so Draco walk on... for seventy-three circles.

It
was kind of stupid... really.

The
whole day was unbelievably tiring. He didn�t want to go to breakfast or lunch
because he feared facing Potter, and only went to Care of Magical Creatures
because he had no choice. Now his stomach was empty, his legs were sore, and it
was already 3:45 so he had fifteen minutes before the potion he took in the
morning wore off.

Draco
played around with the last vial he had before downing it all. The itch that
was just making its way out grudgingly disappeared again. Draco was just
trailing off to blissful sleep before he realized that his supply ran out, and
he would need to ask Professor Snape for more again. But he truly was
exhausted...

And
so Draco decided to go to sleep instead. Surely his roommates would wake him up
when it came to time for dinner. He�d ask Professor Snape then.

Seven
hours and fifty minutes later, Draco came to the conclusion that his roommates
were heartless idiots.

Draco
practically ran out the Slytherin common room as he felt the itch return little
by little. Thankfully, Snape�s private room was just at the other side of the
dungeons. At least he didn�t have to climb any stairs.

Draco
was less than a minute away from Snape�s door as a familiar scent reached his
nostrils. A thundering heartbeat that did not belong to him invaded his
hearing. Draco stopped in mid-step and turned around. Before him stood Harry
Potter, proud, beautiful, and glowing in a way that put an Elvin prince to
shame.

And
Harry was staring straight at him.

Potion
be damned, Snape be damned, fuck the Malfoy name to hell. Draco just knew that
he had to kiss him.

And
so he did.

Draco
marched toward the other boy, not registering the panic in Harry�s eyes. All he
saw were the jade irises, flickering ever so guiltily, as if begging for Draco
but at the same time, ashamed to act upon it. But that was okay, Draco was
going to act for him.

�Malfoy,
wait... Malfoy! Draco!� Harry took a step backward and put up two hands in hope
to stop Draco�s movement. But the sound of Draco�s name coming from his mouth
was too much for the blond to bear. The Slytherin took Harry�s smaller hands
into his own and used the Gryffindor�s already tilted body to push the boy
sideways and backwards until Harry�s head hit a wall.

Draco
let go of Harry�s hands, and placed his own on the sides of Harry�s face.
Forcing the black-haired boy�s head forward a bit, Draco planted a
feather-light kiss upon two flushed lips, and was rewarded with a surprised
gasp.

Encouraged,
Draco aimed again, this time, staying a little longer. Harry was staring at him
with big, bewildered eyes as he finished the second kiss.

He
went down for a third one. And as the muggles would say, third one was the
charm.

Draco
pecked the area above the right corner of Harry�s mouth first and moved down to
the center. He brushed his cold lips against Harry�s full ones, and nudged and
sucked before licking Harry�s teeth, which were open for access since the boy
was so startled that his mouth was slightly ajar the whole time.

That
lick caused Harry�s mouth to open further, and Draco took the chance to thrust
a tongue inside. His brazen tongue met Harry�s shy one, and he prompted it
until the Gryffindor finally responded.

The
kiss was so tantalizingly slow, but Harry seemed to be melting into it rather
willingly. As Draco�s tongue trailed its way inside Harry�s mouth, Harry�s
followed it in a remarkably loyal manner, much like how its owner chased after
Draco during the day. As Draco finally made sure that he had successfully
marked every spot inside that hot crevice as his own, his tongue met Harry�s in
a mock battle. The two danced around each other, touched, withdrew, batted, and
licked to their owners� content.

When
oxygen became a problem, Draco drew back, gasped a breath, and plundered back
in again. Harry seemed braver as well, since suddenly Draco found the other�s
tongue in his mouth. Every part of Draco�s skin tingled with delight. The
Zephyr within the wizard hummed and rejoiced. His Intended was there, kissing
him like no tomorrow; and Draco couldn�t think anymore beyond that.

As
much as Draco enjoyed kissing Harry, he knew that there were better things he
could be doing, like tasting Harry�s neck. The Gryffindor�s jugular had looked
so delicious during the day.

Draco
gave Harry�s bottom lip one last bite before moving on to the neck. Harry�s
arms wound themselves around Draco�s shoulders, and the blonde�s hands were
coiled tightly around Harry�s middle in a possessive manner.

Harry
gasped and moaned under his careful administrations, and the sounds went
straight to Draco�s groin. He pressed himself into the smaller boy, only to
feel the other pressing back as well. Draco grinned mischievously against
Harry�s neck.

�Mr.
Malfoy, stop that this instant!� an angry voice echoed in the hallway. Upset by
the interruption, Draco snapped his head up and growled at his potions
professor.

Not
to be intimidated by a mere sixteen-year-old, Severus Snape marched forward and
pried Draco off of Harry. The blond whimpered at the loss of Harry�s warm body
and was about to blast Snape a stunner when the professor dragged both boys by
the collars into his own sitting room.

Snape
dumped the two boys into separate chairs and stood between them. Draco was
still staring in obvious passion at his Intended, but Harry was looking
horrified at their professor.

Snape
glared at the boy who lived with undisguised dislike. �Pray tell, Mr. Potter,
what were you doing in the dungeons at this time of the night?�

Harry
looked back and forth between Snape and Draco with a full blush before
resigning. �I was hungry and was looking for the kitchen, but then I got lost.
I saw Malfoy, and because of this Zephyr thing, he... kinda... it�s like
Seamus, he couldn�t help it, so it�s not his fault!�

Draco�s
mind promptly ignored Harry�s rant, with the exception of Seamus� part. The
inner Zephyr made its presence known immediately. What was this? Seamus
Finnigan felt Harry�s allure and couldn�t control himself? Wasn�t Finnigan
sharing a room with Harry?

Did
the Irishman kiss Harry as well, just like Draco did? Did he have Harry moaning
and leaning into his touch? Did he already mark the insides of Harry�s mouth
before Draco had the chance to?

No,
Draco couldn�t have that. It was the ultimate insult for a Zephyr, to mark his
mate before he could, and that meant only one thing for the Irish boy.

Finnigan
had to die. There was no alternative. Harry was his and his alone. How dare
that incompetent excuse for a wizard touch Harry in such an intimate way? Did
he not know how special Harry was? As if he could possibly deserve such a wonderful
being. It was laughable. No, Harry was Draco�s, his Intended for life, for all
eternity. His, and his alone.

Snape
didn�t acknowledge the now angry look on Draco�s countenance. Instead, he was
looking at Harry in wonder.

�Mr.
Potter, why are you defending Mr. Malfoy?�

Harry�s
eyes flickered to Draco�s eyes momentarily. He then stood up to move closer to
Snape and spoke in a low voice, �I�m sure Professor Dumbledore had told you
about the situation, Sir. Because of the changes I went through over the
summer, people who aren�t fully committed in a relationship are now acting very
oddly around me. So Malfoy�s actions earlier are my responsibility. Please, if
you are going to punish anyone, let it be me.�

�Always
the noble Gryffindor, aren�t you, Mr. Potter?� Snape sneered. �Ten points. Now
go back to your dorm and stay there!�

Harry
took one last glance at Draco before walking out. Draco immediately jumped out
of his seat to follow the boy, but Snape grabbed him by the arm to prevent his
movements.

�Let
go of me, bastard!� Draco hissed as Harry shut Snape�s door. �Let go!�

Snape
once again found ropes to be a very good form of restraint. He tied Draco to
the chair, and went to pour himself a glass of brandy as the younger Slytherin
thrashed about like a crazed man.

�Release
me! How dare you keep me from going after my Intended? My father will
have your spleen!�

At
that moment, Snape was very glad that he kept on a constant silencing charm
around his rooms.

�How
dare you even speak of your father at this moment? You will have to come to
your senses eventually, and when your head is clear of the influences of
Potter�s contact, you�ll hate yourself again. Wasn�t that why you so vehemently
protested again the idea in the first place? Because you wanted to uphold your
idiotic family honor? In Salazar�s name, Draco, make up your mind. Do you want
Potter or not?�

Draco�s
eyes went back to focus. It was a long time before he finally spoke. �So... so
you knew all along that Harry is my Intended?�

Severus
sighed, sipped his brandy, and sat down. �Of course, how could I not have? You
and Potter became Zephyrs on the same day, and with you fighting against it
all, how could I not have known? Dumbledore knows too, and so does your cousin,
Nymphadora. So, answer the question, Draco, since your head is clear again. Do
you want Harry Potter or not?�

Draco
looked up, straight into Severus� eyes.

�Uncle
Sev,� the blond boy slouched forward against his restraints, �I do. He tasted
so good, and I want him so much....�

Severus
studied him with pity in his eyes. He knew Draco wasn�t finished.

�The
itch is coming back, Uncle Sev... I need more potions.�

The
boy�s eyes were beginning to get misty. Severus knew from experience that Draco
probably wouldn�t want another person to see his tears, so he released Draco
from the ropes, and went to find more of the draughts.

When
he came back, Draco had curled himself up into a ball, and was shaking
uncontrollably. Severus lifted Draco�s chin and forced the potion down his throat.
Draco made a strained cry against it, but in the end, swallowed every drop.

Draco
collapsed into Severus� arms, his body still shivering. The potions master
wrapped his arms around the boy�s body and patted his back awkwardly. He then
whispered to no one in particular.

�It
is a difficult decision that you have made, Draco. May Merlin have mercy on
you. If it�s any consolation, I speak with full confidence that Potter would
have loved you back.�

�No
more. Teach me how to make the draught, Uncle Sev.�

�I
will, Draco, I will. You may rest here tonight. We�ll talk more tomorrow.�

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Harry
breathed deeply; his fingers tapped his still flushed lips. Draco�s touches
left his mind in pieces.

Okay...
so now he was sure that he didn�t mind if his mate were male... he wouldn�t
mind at all.

Harry
had lied to Snape tonight, per usual. No, he wasn�t lost, how could he? He
could find his way to the kitchens blindfolded. He was actually visiting Dobby,
since he didn�t even manage to get inside the kitchen the night before, and
accidentally saw Draco Malfoy�s name on the Marauder�s Map finally moving after
nearly eight hours of stillness. He waved goodbye to Dobby without hesitation
and chased down the Slytherin.

He
didn�t know what he was going to say. Actually, his plan hadn�t gone any
farther than the chasing part. So when Malfoy had sensed him and turned around,
Harry had stood there, quite speechless.

And
when Malfoy stalked toward him with such lust filled eyes, Harry had panicked.
But of course, after a few kisses, he was more than intent on the idea of
kissing back.

Draco�s
kisses had felt like drops of rain, and as soft as flower petals in the spring.

It
was incredibly odd. Who ever would�ve thought that Harry Potter would be caught
in the dungeons in a heated make-out session with none other than the Slytherin
Prince? It was good, too, way too good. Harry had never thought that a kiss
could bring out so many emotions.

Then
again... maybe it was just on Harry�s part. Did Malfoy feel anything at all
besides lust when he was caressing Harry�s lips? If it weren�t for that dreaded
Zephyr glow, then Malfoy probably wouldn�t even consider touching him without a
ten-foot pole. And it was that thought that sent Harry into a pool of despair.

He
felt horribly guilty, and it was the Zephyr�s fault. Why did he have to glow
like that anyway? He was getting off on Draco�s sweet kisses, and the other boy
was probably horrified! Draco was going to hate him even more now. And since he
left the Slytherin with Snape, no doubt the professor would feed him more lies
about Harry.

Golden
Boy sighed one last time before deciding on sleep. He would let the feeling of
Draco�s gentle caress comfort him tonight. And tomorrow, he would sort
everything out, apologize to the other boy, and hopefully, make amends so they
could go back to their normal childish banters.
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