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Title: Angels and
Devils

Chapter: Consequences 07/10

Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren.writes@gmail.com

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

Wordcount: 4603

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 7 Consequences

Opening his eyes, Harry
found himself looking at a set of long sharp nails only millimetres from his
face. He moved his hand to get rid of the blockage to his vision at which point
his brain caught up with the fact that it was not his hand. He was suddenly
very aware that he was not alone and there was another person curled up behind
him with their arm thrown over his side; memories of wild, uncontrolled sex
flooded into his mind. He groaned, partly because he realised that despite everyone's
best efforts he and Draco, Malfoy he mentally corrected himself, had inescapably
done the deed, and partly because the remembered arousal caused him to move
and he discovered there were consequences to their sex marathon. Harry had aches
where he had barely realised he had body parts before.

He lay still for few moments
trying to figure out what to do. The urgent need to have sex and have sex now
seemed to be completely gone, which was good, and he also didn't feel any more
inclined to like Malfoy than he had before, which was kind of good because it
meant his brain was not addled, but kind of bad because his Gryffindor sensibilities
told him that you didn't have sex unless you at least liked the person. Harry
was a believer that sex and love went together, but he seemed to have failed
on that count all together.

Since he could not avoid
looking at the hand that was in front of his face it also slowly dawned on him
that the reason he had mistaken it for his own hand was that the nails really
did look familiar. The annoying point his mind kept trying to make known was
that he did not remember Malfoy having nails like that. Harry had memorised
the Slytherin quite well and Malfoy had definitely had short, neatly manicured
nails on the end of his long, aristocratic fingers. The hand he was looking
at had the same fingers, but they were not Malfoy's normal nails.

That was the point where
Harry began to worry and eventually he extracted himself from under the stray
arm and moved away from the warm body behind him. His companion groaned once,
but made no further sound and after sitting up over the edge of the bed Harry
gained the courage to stand up and turn around. Malfoy was lying on his side,
but tilted towards his front now that Harry had moved, and there were two iridescent
ridges running down the Slytherin's back, below his shoulder blades, with small
rivulets of dried blood coming from them.

Harry suddenly found it
difficult to breathe and he had to sit back down and concentrate to pull enough
air into his lungs. This was just so far out of what he had expected that he
did not know how to deal with it.

"Potter?" the
confused, sleepy enquiry came from next to him and he turned sharply.

What was he supposed to
say? 'Malfoy, about your species, it just changed.' For a moment Harry panicked.

"Why do you look like
someone just died?" the Slytherin propped himself up on his elbows and
looked down at himself rapidly.

After a quick inspection
Malfoy appeared reassured by what he saw and then glanced back at Harry.

"I'm pretty sure we
escaped the five percent," Malfoy actually sounded completely unconcerned
by the fact that he had just slept with his worst enemy. "Please don't
tell me you're worried that I won't respect you anymore."

The Slytherin still hadn't
noticed that he was not quite the same and if Malfoy was feeling anything like
Harry was, he couldn't blame him for being unobservant, but that didn't change
the facts and the joke fell dead.

"Tell me that I didn't
manage to impregnate you," Malfoy said and a slight edge of panic threatened
in his voice.

Harry shook his head quickly,
but reached out and took hold of his companion's hand and pulled it up level
with his face.

"We didn't create
a baby," he said as calmly as he could, "but we did create another
Seraphim."

Malfoy stared at his hand
blankly for a moment and then he sat up properly and brought his other hand
round. After that his arm snaked up behind him and touched the bottom edge of
one of his wing nubs. Harry was not sure what his companion was thinking.

"You made me like
you," the Slytherin's tone was half awe, half accusation.

"I didn't do it on
my own," Harry said hotly, even as guilt settled firmly on his shoulders.
"Think about it and I'm sure you'll remember the moment."

It was all too clear to
him now, he could recall the moment their magic had reached out and joined together
with perfect detail. Veela had touched Seraphim and known it was not quite what
was needed. He remembered his power reaching out and changing Malfoy's magic
and body until they were perfectly compatible and he remembered the Slytherin
opening himself to the whole thing. When this had happened they had both wanted
it, it was only now in the cold light of day that they realised what they had
done.

When Malfoy looked back
at him, Harry knew that the Slytherin remembered as well and they sat there
in silence for a long time. This was not a simple transfiguration, this was
a fundamental alteration: Malfoy was no longer Veela; he was Seraphim.

"This doesn't change
anything," the Slytherin said suddenly and climbed off the bed, "I
can keep this a secret as easily as I did the Veela thing. Cut my nails and
make sure no one sees me without a shirt and they'll never know."

As if to illustrate his
point Malfoy reached for one of the garments strewn on the floor and picked
it up. After a moment he held it up so that Harry could see it and straight
through it, as the large rents in it became obvious.

"We need some more
clothes," Malfoy observed and Harry became suddenly uncomfortably aware
that he was completely naked.

It didn't seem to bother
his companion in the slightest, but now that clothes had been mentioned Harry
found himself irrationally embarrassed.

"Pink is not your
colour, Potter," the Slytherin said with a smirk. "I will never understand
Gryffindors: after what we did you're worried about being naked."

"I wasn't thinking
then, I was doing," Harry replied, but stood up anyway. "Doesn't this
bother you at all?"

Malfoy grinned at him in
a very superior manner.

"I had nightmares
of waking up pregnant or so thoroughly warped by a magical bond that I couldn't
remember my own name," the Slytherin replied. "Instead I have memories
of the most incredible sex of my life; I admit to being impressed, Potter; and
a significant power boost if what I've read about Seraphim is anything to go
by. I will not claim that I would not have preferred to avoid the whole situation
in the first place, but it's over and now we can go on with our lives. What
is there to be bothered about?"

Harry had a whole list,
the top of which was to do with the fact that he had just lost his virginity
to a boy who didn't care for him at all, but he was not about to mention that.
Right under that there was the niggling idea that maybe he didn't want to just
go on with his life, but he wasn't about to mention that either. When Malfoy
moved to the door and opened it so he could peer out, Harry moved to join him.

The first thing Harry noticed
was that there were screens across the doorway and the second was that there
were two robes hanging on their side of the screens.

"Madame Pomfrey thinks
of everything," Malfoy said far more cheerfully than Harry felt there was
any call for, and then his companion was through the door and reaching for the
nearest robe.

What happened next rather
shocked Harry as Malfoy picked up the second robe and handed it to him. It was
an entirely unconscious gesture, Harry was sure of it, and he did not think
the Slytherin would have done it had he been thinking. Slytherins and Gryffindors
did not help each other, ever.

"Thank you,"
Harry said quietly, hoping not to break the truce they appeared to have.

He managed to get over
his shock pretty rapidly as Malfoy then went to move one of the screens without
giving him a chance to put on the robe, which was a much more normal course
of events, and Harry had to hurry before his nakedness was revealed to the world.
Struggling to belt the soft, warm material he padded after the confident Slytherin
and prayed that there would not be a pack of spectators waiting for them.

In fact the Hospital wing
was surprisingly empty until Poppy appeared from the direction of her office.
She had obviously had a monitor spell on the door. Her eyes met Harry's and
he could barely look at her, but she smiled at him sadly, giving him her support
which helped a little.

"Good afternoon, Gentlemen,"
Poppy said in her usual professional tone, "welcome back. It's been three
days in case you were wondering."

Malfoy appeared slightly
ill-at-ease at Poppy's approach, and Harry could only assume that the Slytherin
had expected at least some recriminations. That was never Poppy's way at all,
so Malfoy did not know the healer as well as he thought he did, obviously.

"Well don't just stand
there," Poppy said efficiently, "come and sit down so I can take a
look at you. We need to make sure neither has done the other a mischief."

Harry might have laughed
at her turn of phrase if what they had managed to do to Malfoy hadn't leapt
to the forefront of his mind. Instead he followed the Slytherin across the room
and dutifully sat on the bed that was indicated.

"What an interesting
way you have of expressing yourself, Madame Pomfrey," Malfoy said, for
some reason at his most charming, "so refreshing."

Then the Slytherin held
out his hands so that Poppy could see his nails.

"Potter has pulled
one out of the back again," Malfoy continued in the most annoyingly chatty
way. "Nothing as mundane as a male pregnancy for Potter, no, he changed
my sub-species for me."

"I did not do it on
my own," Harry reiterated through gritted teeth, "you helped."

Right about then his human
side was almost dominant enough to want to strangle the smug bastard. Malfoy
really did not seem to care in the slightest; the Slytherin had woken up not
pregnant and that was all that seemed important to him.

"An unusual state
of affairs," Poppy said evenly, "but if you do not mind, Mr Malfoy,
I would rather see for myself than take your word for it. Hold still, this may
tickle a little."

Malfoy smirked, but did
as he was told.

Poppy cast her spells on
the Slytherin, then on Harry (they did tickle) and then moved back to Malfoy
again. By the time she was satisfied, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall
and Professor Snape had entered the room. Harry did his best to try and ignore
the glare the head of Slytherin was sending in his direction; if he had not
been feeling so guilty he might have done a better job.

Eventually Poppy turned
slightly so that she could see everyone in the room.

"No serious injuries,"
she said succinctly, "and none of the expected side effects."

For a moment Harry actually
saw a look of relief cross Snape's face before it was hidden with the usual
glower, and Professor McGonagall looked as if someone had just told her she's
won the Ministry lottery. Even the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to brighten.

"That is wonderful
news, Poppy," the headmaster said in his usual fashion, "however,
I fear there may be a reason for the qualification of your diagnosis."

Poppy nodded and gave Malfoy
a quick glance while Harry tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"Mr Malfoy has gone
through a rather radical, biological change," Poppy explained calmly. "Although
the alterations are not as obvious as Mr Potter's, thanks to Mr Malfoy pre-existing
Veela heritage, he is now, for all intents and purposes, Seraphim."

Even Dumbledore appeared
surprised.

"Well, well, Potter,"
Snape said, recovering first and using his most scathing tone, "it seems
you have surpassed yourself."

Harry did not even bother
to try and point out he did not do it alone, Snape would never have believed
him anyway and he just could not find the energy. They may have only woken up
minutes ago, but Harry was still tired, and he really did not want to deal with
this now.

"Now, now, Severus,"
Dumbledore said pleasantly, "there is no point in casting blame. We shall
just have to deal with the situation as it stands. I'm sure Mr Malfoy appreciates
the advantages of his current change as well as the disadvantages."

Malfoy, being the epitome
of a Slytherin inclined his head at this; it seemed he and the headmaster understood
each other as far as Harry could tell.

"I am sure arrangement
can be made to allow life to continue as before," Dumbledore continued,
"and I assume, Mr Malfoy, you would prefer this information remain confidential."

"That would be satisfactory,
Professor, yes, thank you," Malfoy replied.

It seemed that when the
Slytherin was in control of a situation he could be very diplomatic.

"Good, good,"
the headmaster said with more enthusiasm than Harry thought he could ever muster
up again, "then I believe we are almost back to normal. Poppy, do you require
Mr Potter or Mr Malfoy to stay under your tender care this evening?"

"No, Headmaster,"
Poppy replied after a moment's thought. "There are some potions they should
take, but once that is done they may go."

Dumbledore virtually beamed
at that and Harry felt like banging his head against a wall.

"Thank you, Poppy,"
the headmaster confirmed with a nod before turning to look at Harry and Malfoy.
"Well, boys, I asked Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to bring
you both some of your clothes when we were alerted to your return to us, so
I have no doubts that everything will be shipshape in no time."

Intelligent blue eyes met
Harry's for a moment and he could see the sympathy there, but Dumbledore did
not voice it. Now was obviously not the time, so Harry sucked in his guilt and
his anxiety and nodded as if he agreed. As Professor McGonagall pulled a small
bundle from her pocket and restored it to normal size he tried to look on the
bright side. At least neither of them was pregnant.

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Harry was in a bit of a daze and he did not realise that he was not being led
back to Gryffindor tower or the headmaster's office until they were in an entirely
different part of the castle all together. Poppy had fussed over him for nearly
an hour before she would let him go, despite what she had told Dumbledore before
so he had had plenty of time to tie his mind in knots. By the time he looked
up and took notice of where the headmaster was taking him he was somewhere he
didn't even recognise.

"Where are we, Professor?"
he asked, somewhat confused.

Several nasty possibilities
about consequences and the like popped into his head, but when Dumbledore turned,
the headmaster gave him a reassuring smile.

"These are the guest
quarters, My Boy" Dumbledore told him in his usually light tone; "there
is someone who wishes to see you."

That sent Harry's thoughts
into a thousand more questioning spirals, but the way the headmaster was acting
he did not think this was anything bad. Dumbledore knocked on one of the doors
and was greeted by a familiar 'come in'. Harry was at once incredibly pleased
and horribly nervous and it was with trepidation that he walked into the room
behind the headmaster, knowing that Remus Lupin was inside. Remus would never
be Sirius, but since his godfather's death Harry and the werewolf had become
close, exchanging letters often, the last one being only a few days before the
latest debacle in Harry's life. Harry had also spent a large part of the summer
holidays in Remus' company as the ex-Professor helped him catch up on his school
work.

The guest room was quite
large with a double four poster, a writing desk and two large arm chairs by
the fireplace. Remus was standing beside one of the chairs as if he had just
climbed out of it. When Sirius had died he had left Remus a substantial amount
of money; the werewolf had not touched it until after the war ended, but these
days, he looked anything but the poor teacher Harry had known back in his third
year.

Since Voldemort's defeat,
the issue of creature rights had been at the front of Ministry policy, and Remus
was now head of a special committee dealing with changing the laws. They didn't
pay him, but these days he didn't need the money and Harry knew Remus was doing
what he was passionate about.

"Harry," the
werewolf said as soon as he laid eyes on him, "I've been so worried. How
are you feeling?"

Remus crossed the room
in a couple of strides and gently placed a hand on Harry's shoulder; Harry found
it very difficult to look at his friend.

"Tired and hungry,"
Harry admitted quietly, although he really felt like running for the door so
he didn't have to face this now.

He wanted to confide in
Remus, he wanted to talk, but he felt so confused that he did not know how.

"Well, having delivered
Harry safe and sound, I'll leave you two to yourselves," Dumbledore said
brightly. "If you need anything do not hesitate to call."

And with that the headmaster
was gone, leaving Harry in a quandary as to what he could possible say to Remus.
What were they supposed to talk about? Last time he had seem Remus, Harry had
been 5'6'', skinny boy with no wings and definitely no sex life to speak of;
now he was over six foot tall and his sexual exploits were undoubtedly being
published all over the school. It was all so embarrassing and difficult to deal
with.

"Harry," Remus
said gently and pulled his chin up so that Harry could no longer stare at the
floor and had to look the werewolf in the eye.

It was with a start that
Harry realised he was now taller than his companion.

"Whatever you are
thinking; you have nothing to be ashamed of," Remus told him firmly.

It was what Harry needed
to hear, but part of him did not believe it; this was all his fault after all.
If he had not touched Malfoy none of this would have happened and the whole
school wouldn't know he had slept with his worst enemy and enjoyed it. That
was probably the thing that confused him the most; he was aghast at what they
had done, but he couldn't say that he had hated it. Every time he let his mind
wander back over his time with Malfoy part of him was filled with such joy that
it was breathtaking.

"I couldn't stop it,"
he said quietly, not knowing how else to begin.

Remus did not hesitate
and Harry found himself pulled into a warm hug.

"I know, Harry,"
the older wizard told him as he embraced him, "I understand."

It was only then that Harry
realised Remus was one of the few people who probably did truly understand,
after all, before the Wolfsbane potion Remus had been at the mercy of wolf instincts
every full moon. Harry still didn't know how to express what he was feeling,
but he no longer felt alone.

"Let's go and sit
down," Remus said with a small smile as they separated. "The house
elves will be bringing some food soon and you look as if you're about to fall
down."

Harry even managed a rather
wan smile back.

Fifteen minutes later he
had a large mug of hot chocolate and a plate full of sandwiches in front of
him, and he was so hungry that however his mind was churning, his stomach was
quite ready to eat. His life just before Voldemort had died had given him the
ability to fill his stomach no matter what dreadful thoughts his brain was focussing
on, and he tucked in to the food now.

"Before we talk about
anything else," Remus said gently but firmly, "I want to make one
thing very clear; you have done nothing wrong. No matter what Snape would like
you to believe this is not your fault."

"But..." Harry
tried to protest.

"You saved Draco Malfoy's
life," Remus was not having and of it; "that you managed to kick start
a perfectly natural metabolic process in both of you has more to do with the
fact that wizards and witches seem completely unable to keep their hands off
humanoid magical creatures, than anything wrong anyone might think you have
done."

The werewolf paused and
looked Harry straight in the eye.

"It's alright to be
angry," Remus told him earnestly, "it's alright to be unhappy, it's
alright to be confused, but the one thing I will not let you do is blame this
all on yourself. Look what happened last time when you did that."

That managed to bring a
small smile to Harry's face; the fact that there had been no big final battle
for the war and that Harry had gone off on his own and done exactly what the
prophecy said had miffed some people and scared the hell out of others. That
Remus could now joke about it showed how far they had both come. Suddenly Harry
felt as though he was going to burst and the need to talk became unstoppable.

"It's so bizarre,"
he said honestly, "I mean before ... I'd never ... it's not like I ever..."

Words were still a little
difficult to find even if he wanted to find them now.

"Malfoy was your first?"
Remus enquired tactfully.

Harry nodded.

"I never even thought
about boys at all until I was suddenly fixated on one," he admitted, "and
the furthest I got with any girl was a kiss. In sixth year I was so mixed up
that most people stayed well away from me, and this year, until the whole growth
spurt thing, I know for a fact that I was relegated to brother by every single
Gryffindor female. Then suddenly almost the whole school is looking at me like
I'm lunch and I fixate on the one person least likely to want anything to do
with me."

By this time he was gesticulating
so much with his hands that a piece of tomato from his sandwich went flying
across the room and landed with a splat next to the fireplace. That rather stopped
him mid flow and that took his mixed up thoughts that one step further into
absurdity and he was helpless to stop the snort of laughter that escaped him.
Remus had also seen the humour in the event since he was wearing a rather understated
smile when Harry looked at him.

"It must all have
been incredibly confusing," the werewolf said sympathetically.

"Well I've thrown
a couple of tantrums which helped," Harry replied causing another smile
from his friend; "Hermione helped out with one and Professor McGonagall
spent two hours trying to talk me out of the seventh year boy's dorm after the
other. That one was the most satisfying."

"Minerva told me about
that one," Remus acknowledged, "I believe her exacts words were, 'and
if that boy ever decided to do anything truly bad we'd all be in very deep trouble';
she's very worried about you."

"I doubt she's very
pleased that I managed to shag a Slytherin," the words sounded far more
bitter than Harry had intended and he found himself staring at the fire, all
good humour gone.

In the hospital wing with
Slytherins present his head of House had been virtually unreadable, but Harry
was almost sure she would be disappointed in him.

"Harry," Remus
said patiently, "Professor McGonagall, like everyone else is not worried
about anything like that. She's worried about you and how this will affect you.
You've been through so much already, and this on top must be very hard."

Harry sat back in his chair
contemplating his hot chocolate for a while, and his companion let him think
in silence. It was difficult to explain anything when he really didn't know
how he felt himself.

"He was so matter
of fact about it," he found himself saying eventually, "as if it wasn't
important at all. Did they tell you what happened, how we made him like me?"

Remus nodded, which Harry
found a blessing.

"Professor McGonagall
told me when she came to tell me you were awake," his friend explained.
"It seems Albus thought I should be briefed."

For that Harry was very
grateful because he knew he could not keep this secret from Remus.

"He said that what
we'd done didn't change anything," he continued, "that it was great
sex, but that was all. I can't think of it like that and I definitely can't
feel about it like that. I know he's going to go back to Slytherin and make
fun of the whole thing."

"I'm sorry, Harry,"
Remus said kindly, "I really am. You shouldn't have had to find out like
this, but some people just see sex as a game, a way to find temporary pleasure.
I know you, Harry, and you're just like your mum; you should have heard your
father swear when she made him wait. You had the choice taken away from you,
and it must be terribly hard, but there will be others..."

At those words Harry could
not help but grimace and Remus stopped mid sentence. The shudder that ran through
him at the idea of others was indescribable.

"Harry, these feelings
won't last forever," Remus tried again. "I know that now you probably
can't believe it, but Malfoy is not the beginning and end of the relationships
you will have."

"But I can't even
think about anyone else," Harry protested desperately. "The desire
to pin him to the nearest available surface is gone, but I can't get him out
of my head. It's like he's sitting behind my eyes."

"You feel everything
deeply, Harry," Remus said supportively, "but these feelings will
fade. You have overloaded Seraphim hormones to deal with as well, but eventually
it will get better."

Harry wanted to believe
his friend, and he realised when looking into Remus' earnest gaze that the werewolf
was sure of what he was saying, but he also knew in that instant that no matter
what other ways Remus might be able to empathise with him, in this the werewolf
did not truly understand. Part of Harry knew that he was lost, and no matter
the words or platitudes, he was lost forever. Taking another sandwich he smiled
weakly at Remus and nodded slightly even though he did not agree.

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