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Wind Rider

- SuishouTenshi

REPOST (October 25, 2007)

Chapter Seven

Blaise Zabini considered himself a loyal and forthcoming friend,
one of the best people that Draco �Look-at-me-I�m-Aloof� Malfoy had ever known.
The Zabinis were an old family as well, and had some
influence in the Wizarding world though they�d never
be as infamous as the Malfoys. Blaise had known Draco
since early childhood, and he knew all of the blonde�s little quirks by heart,
like how he preferred two layers of strawberry jam on his toast and that
Draco�s alcohol tolerance was surprisingly high for a teenager.

Yes,
Blaise often sold himself low by telling dry jokes that nobody laughed at and
getting less than satisfactory grades in all subjects, but that was the role he
chose to play in Draco�s life. Blaise�s apparent stupidity and simplicity
served to accentuate Draco�s brilliance. Draco kept him around because Blaise
made him seem smarter, and the Slytherin boy prided himself for his ability to
keep Draco�s head inflated at all times.�

Such a
friendship was almost destroyed when Blaise found himself beginning to get
tongue-tied around Draco during Fourth Year. As early puberty hit, the blond
grew and the ultimate effect was a not-so-little crush on Blaise�s part. Fourth
Year was almost unbearable around the young Malfoy heir, and it hurt Blaise to
no end that all of Draco�s attention was focused on Harry Potter.

He, of
course, was wise enough to keep his affections unknown from everyone else, and
Draco never did suspect a thing. The crush soon diminished, but a new one came
to life.

To
Blaise�s horror and morbid masochist amusement, he soon found his eyes
concentrated on a short and quiet Gryffindor who went by the name of �Harry
Potter�. At fifteen, the boy who lived remained the smallest student of their
year, and yet, a certain accumulating aura constantly surrounded the teen.
Everywhere he went, heads turned, and not just because of that scar on his
forehead. Harry Potter was downright pissed half the time, and his magic flared
so obviously that even young wizards like Blaise could sense it. Potter played
the part of the tragically tormented hero
perfectly, and his authoritarian scowl caught Blaise�s attention more than
once. The result was a lot of furtive glances during classes and a few wet
dreams that he would never admit to have had.

Then Sixth
Year came, and the wet dreams blossomed into full scale daytime fantasies.
Blaise � and several other entranced Slytherins � had
already spent hours before bed discussing Golden Boy�s new look. They all
agreed that it was a bit unnatural, but no one protested against the changes.
Even Pansy, who had proclaimed her undying love for Draco at the age of three,
had to admit that she�d die happy if Potter graced her bed just once.

Blaise was
still pondering about Harry Potter�s current sex appeal when Crabbe and Goyle stomped into the
common room. Sunday mornings meant that all of the Slytherins
went down to breakfast at the same time. It was a new tradition that the
Seventh Years made up to show house pride. As such, the common room was already
overstuffed with squealing Third Years chucking sweets they brought the day
before down their throats. The Sixth Years sat around the center couch quietly
chatting to one another.

�Where�s
Malfoy?� asked Delilah Wright, a Seventh Year. �We�re just waiting for him
now.�

Crabbe
and Goyle looked at each other before the latter
answered, �He�s in the bathroom.�

Wright
rolled her eyes. Her family and the Malfoys housed
some hostility between them, and she had always referred to Draco as a �spoiled
Daddy�s boy� behind his back. Blaise was sure that Draco knew this and was just
waiting for the right time to exact revenge. You can count on the Malfoys to hold long grudges.

�I don�t
know why he bothers,� Pansy cut in rather loudly and now the entire common
room�s attention was on their little patch, �he always looks perfect, even if
he�d just gotten out of bed. I should know, last year...�

�Do shut
your mouth, Pansy, before I hex you for spouting untrue rumors about a fellow
Prefect,� a familiar voice drawled, and everyone�s heads turned to look toward
the stairs.

Pansy
would�ve spat back a flirtatious retort, that is, if she was still able to
speak.

Blaise
pinched himself and tried to remember that his crush on Draco ended more than a
year ago. He was no longer attracted to his best friend, and his new target was
Harry James ... What was Harry�s last name again?

Standing a
few steps above the bottom of the staircase was Draco at his best. Like a true
Malfoy, his appearance and poise screamed regal command. Today�s Draco wore
black everywhere. His dress pants and long-sleeved silk shirt were in no means
tight fitting, but were slim enough so you know that there was a god-like body
beneath. The top two buttons of his shirt were left unfastened, showing off
unblemished milky skin. White-blond tresses were tied back neatly. Looking up
further, Blaise�s breath hitched again.

Draco was
donning a smirk equally sinister to that of Lucius Malfoy�s,
but there was a certain, indefinable look in his silver eyes that could only be
described as happiness. For the first time since the beginning of the term,
Blaise noticed that Draco was without his cloak and no longer shivering. He
stood with his hands in his pant pockets, his posture undoubtedly calm, a word
that was never used in association with a Malfoy.

�Finally!
Next time, do us all a favor and spend less time primping yourself.� Delilah
was the first to break the silence. With her, the upperclassmen continued their
chatters, while the lower year girls all became too busy giggling and blushing.

Draco
smiled back wickedly and retorted, �So sorry, Miss Wright, it�s obvious that
you need the time a lot more than I do.� He sauntered down the stairs like a
king during his coronation ceremony. When Delilah finally thought up a retort,
Draco was already out in the hallway; the rest of the Slytherins
followed faithfully.

Blaise
walked a few steps behind the Slytherin Seeker, half because today�s Draco was
too majestic for him to walk next to, and half because he really wanted to
check out that ass.

The Slytherins charged into the Great Hall with Draco in lead.
The rest of Hogwarts stopped eating as they glided over to the empty Slytherin
table, eyes followed their every step. Blaise liked to think that some of them
were looking at him, but he was smart enough to realize no one would spare him
a glance when Draco just turned into Hogwarts� second most desired bachelor.

Breakfast
was a mind-splitting affair. Blaise was torn between gawking at Harry and staring
at Draco, and it seemed like most of Hogwarts� female population faced the same
dilemma. Millicent was currently leading the lower years in a discussion about
Draco�s attire. Crabbe and Goyle
were practically drooling as their eyes washed over toward the lion�s pride
(though the drool could also be from the French toast). A few seats down,
Delilah Wright seemed to be in a hateful mood. Her choice of conversation
seemed to be split between insulting Gryffindor�s
Golden Boy and Slytherin�s Ice Prince.

Sitting
next to Draco proved to be a bit hazardous this morning. Blaise could actually
feel the glares his schoolmates sent him every time Draco leaned over to say
something. The blonde�s proximity didn�t make things any easier. Blaise felt
like he could write the world�s best book about sexual frustration at the
moment. Pansy, who had spent every moment during the past week Potter-gazing,
was once again flirting outrageously with Draco. But oddly, every time she
tried to put her hand on Draco�s arm, the boy would flinch away as if burnt and
shift a little bit further.

Blaise
finished his twenty-second gaze on Draco and was now turning back to Potter
when he saw that the Golden Boy and his followers were all leaving. Weasley was
carrying Potter�s Firebolt like a delicate antique.
Blaise watched Harry exit forlornly, and Draco suddenly poked him on the
shoulder with the end of his fork.

�Blaise,
I�m leaving,� said Draco as he stood up.

�Wait,
Draco, I�m done too!� Pansy�s distinguishable screech stopped Draco�s
movements. The blond turned to Blaise and sent him a pleading look. Usually,
Blaise would�ve said something to deter Pansy, but he wanted to spend as much
time with Draco as well. And so, he stood up and prayed to the gods that Draco
would still talk to him after this.

�Yeah, me too. Where do you want to go?�

The
previous happy glow in Draco�s eyes dimmed into an angry grey. He scowled at
Blaise and shook his head.

�Do what
you want.� He then turned and walked out. Pansy and Blaise followed him, quick on
his heels.

To
Blaise�s glee, following Draco also meant following the Gryffindors.
No less than twenty feet ahead, Potter and the rest of the Gryffindor boys were
discussing the most efficient way to do a Wronski
Feint. Finnigan made a joke and wrapped his arm
around Potter�s neck; the latter�s bell-like laughter echoed off the castle
walls. Up ahead, Draco lost his balance a bit and swerved.

The Gryffindors were walking slowly, taking their precious
time, but Draco�s steps were quick and they caught up to Potter�s gang in no
time.

�I think
Hermione should try the Feint,� Potter teased. Everyone knew that if there was
one thing the bookworm couldn�t do, it was flying. As such, the boys laughed.

�I second
that,� piped Finnigan with a wild smile on his face,
�and Hermione, if you fall, I�ll be right there to catch you.� He then bent
down on one knee and held out his arms to catch an imaginary body.

Granger
was rolling her eyes with a slight blush when Draco deliberately stopped behind
Finnigan, who was still on the floor, and kneed him
at the back of his head, causing the Irish boy to fall forward.

�Malfoy!�
Weasley yelled as Thomas and Longbottom went to help
their fallen comrade. �What the hell did you do that for?!�

�He was an
eyesore,� Draco said through clenched teeth. Even with his hands inside his
pockets, Blaise could see that they were balled up into fists. Silver eyes
glowed menacingly. Blaise couldn�t understand, but something had obviously
pissed Draco off in the past thirty seconds.

�And so
are you.� Weasley�s face was blotched red. He swung
out an arm in attempt to punch Draco, but Potter grabbed it just in time. Draco
stood still; he hadn�t even attempted to dodge.

�No, Ron,
you�re a Prefect, you�ll get your badge revoked if you start a fight.�

Next to
Blaise, Pansy stepped in front of Draco and wiggled a finger in front of Weasley�s face. �Too late, Weasel. That�s ten points from
Gryffindor for attempted assault.�

�What?!�
Potter shrieked. �That�s not fair, Ron didn�t even touch him!�

�Good
thing he didn�t,� said Pansy, �I don�t want my
Draco to catch any Gryffindor germs.� At that, she grabbed Draco�s left arm
forcefully and linked her arm with his.

Blaise had
never seen Draco move so fast. A pained scowl covered pale features. Draco
pulled his arm back and shoved Pansy away with his other hand, hissing the
whole time. As Pansy lay on the cold stone floor, eyes wide at Draco�s strange
reaction, the blond glared down at her with his hand over his left elbow and
looked as if he was a thought away from hexing her.

�How many
times do I have to tell you, Parkinson? Do not touch me.� Draco�s voice was
soft and cold, his anger ill-concealed.

�But
Draco...� Pansy stupidly reached up again and tried to grab Draco�s leg. The
Seeker immediately kicked her away and finally drew his wand.

�Aer constrictus,�
Draco whispered the hex, and Pansy�s bony hands instantly went to clutch at her
throat. Her dark eyes bulged out in fear, pleading silently for Draco to lift
the curse. Her mouth was agape, trying desperately to catch some of that
precious oxygen.

Blaise
wanted to stop Draco, but the Slytherin Prince�s magical aura was flaring up
like never before. A glance toward the Gryffindors
told Blaise that they could sense it as well, and were also too afraid to step
in and stop the raging Malfoy.

But of
course, there was a certain Gryffindor who never followed the rules.

�Malfoy, stop!�

Harry
Potter dashed forward and grabbed Draco�s wand hand. Still fully engulfed by
his rage, Draco�s body stood stiffly still and wasn�t bothered the least by
Harry�s tackle. Frustrated, Golden Boy wrapped his right arm around Draco�s
shoulders and pushed Draco backward. Draco�s body finally tilted, but the hex
was still in effect.

Granger
snapped out of her shock and grabbed her wand to set �finite incantatum� on Pansy. To
everyone�s surprise, it didn�t work.

Breathing
hard, Harry turned back to Draco again and grabbed both of the boy�s shoulders
roughly. �Malfoy, if you don�t lift the curse now, Parkinson will die! Malfoy!�

Blaise
observed their interaction along with the other Gryffindors.
Draco�s breathing was slowly turning back to normal, and his eyes were fully
concentrated on the shorter boy in front of him. Blaise suddenly felt a sense
of jealousy. The two most beautiful boys in the school were standing so close
to one another, and he would�ve given anything to be between them.

Draco
leaned forward a bit and whispered softly, but loudly enough so they could all
hear:

�Kiss me,
Harry, and I�ll let her live.�

-------------------------

It burnt.
Pansy�s touch felt like hot flames. It was so uncomfortable. Why couldn�t the
bitch get the point that Draco was not interested in her at all? He had his
mate, how could she possibly measure up?

He had
shoved her away so many times during breakfast, and yet the slut kept on coming
back. Draco finally reached his limit when Pansy claimed him as hers. How dare
she? His true owner was right in front of them; the nerve!

Nothing
was going right today. During breakfast, no matter how many times Draco
checked, Harry wasn�t looking his way. He didn�t get to finish his food either,
since Harry left so early. And when he wanted to run after Harry, Pansy and
Blaise decided to tag along. Draco�s original intention was to use their
partnership in Care for Magical Creatures as an excuse to talk to Harry and
show the boy that he wasn�t the childish brat he once as, that he was indeed
capable of proper conversation. But the plan fell apart when he saw Finnigan wrap his arm around Harry�s shoulders. One thing
led to another, and now Pansy was gasping for breath on the floor.�

He had
used a really high level curse on her, and the only way to break it was if the
castor no longer wished pain upon the victim. The hex sealed off most of a
person�s air passage and would inevitably cause a slow and painful death.

Pansy�s
lips were swelling up and her face was turning purple. Draco longed for the
chance to watch the life slowly fade from her useless body, but alas, his
beloved Harry was pleading with him, and he couldn�t possibly refuse.

But that
didn�t mean that Draco would back off so easily. Harry�s body was pressed
tightly against his, and those verdant eyes were shimmering as he pleaded. The
physical effect was obviously acting up on Harry�s part as well, since the
boy�s skin was beginning to glow again. Draco was doing his best not to melt,
but he needed Harry�s kiss like Pansy needed air.

The
question would�ve seemed insane any other time, but Draco also knew that Harry
had no idea that Draco was well-aware of the reason to his new looks. If all
went the way Draco predicted, Harry and his friends would just pass Draco off
as another victim to Harry�s Zephyr allure. And afterwards, he�d just pretend
to be disgusted to ease any of Blaise� suspicions.

Yes, it
was a good plan, excellent plan, flawless plan....

Harry
didn�t even hesitate. The dark-haired boy lifted himself to full height and set
a shaking hand behind Draco�s neck. He pulled himself up and Draco downward.
Slowly, shakily, Harry touched his warm lips to Draco�s. Several gasps echoed
around them, but they all sounded very, very far away.

Harry was
already about to pull back, but Draco knew that loss of contact could possibly
kill him. The Slytherin wrapped his arms tightly around Harry and forced their
lips tighter together. Harry quivered beneath him, and Draco nudged him just as
he did that night so long ago.

Draco lost
control of his thoughts. His Zephyr blood coursed through his veins and
intoxicated his mind like the most potent of poisons. The itch that had haunted
him all day transformed into a strong clout of ecstasy. Draco plundered Harry�s
mouth and licked every spot with his tongue, tasting the residue of the apples
that Harry had eaten for breakfast.

The
Gryffindor let him in completely, but unlike the other night, Harry didn�t
respond at all. Frustrated, Draco nipped Harry�s bottom lip and began to suck
on that spot with fervent tenacity. Harry remained still. Confused, Draco
slowed down his attack and opened his eyes a little....

Harry�s
emerald eyes were opened wide behind his round frames and were focused on a
spot above Draco�s eyebrows. Their faces were so close together that Draco
could clearly see a misty film in those haunting irises. Harry was... crying?

Startled,
Draco immediately drew back. His ecstasy now turned into fear. He wanted to
hold Harry tighter still and shower him with kisses until he smiled. But kisses
were what caused Harry to tear up in the first place. He couldn�t possibly let
him go either, not when Harry looked so miserable.

And so,
Harry made the decision for him. The dark-haired Seeker stepped back and pushed
Draco away; the simple gesture was enough to shred Draco�s heart into pieces.

Harry
turned around to face Pansy, who was released from the hex sometime during
their kiss. Of course, how could Draco possibly even think
about Pansy when he had Harry�s lips against his, much less wish her any more
pain?

Their
audiences were still staring at the two, all either too flustered or too
shocked to say anything.

Harry
looked Pansy up and down, checking that she was indeed breathing again. Then,
with tears still unshed in his eyes, Harry said a soft �see you later� to his
friends and ran off toward the direction of the Gryffindor dorms.

Draco
stared after Harry, fully aware of the curious glares he was receiving.

-------------------------

�Harry,
Harry, you in there?� Several footsteps approached Harry�s four-poster. Said
boy shut his eyes tightly and hoped that they would think he went back to
sleep.

�Harry, we
know you�re awake.� Damn, Hermione knew him too well. Harry felt several bodies
sinking upon his mattress and opened his eyes with a sigh.

�Can we
just try and forget whatever happened?� he begged and sat up. Ron (still
carrying the Firebolt), Hermione, and Neville were
seated to his right, Dean and Seamus to his left.

Five pairs
of eyes blinked.

�What?�
Harry asked in irritation.

�Mate,�
said Ron, �you�re back to �ugly-Harry� again.�

Green eyes
widened. So that was it then. Kisses caused him to turn back into �ugly-Harry�
(Hermione had protested against that name, saying that even without the Zephyr
glow, Harry wasn�t ugly). But he didn�t change back after that forced kiss from
Seamus. So was it just Malfoy then?

No, no
way. Why would Malfoy have an effect on him? That didn�t make much sense. There
had to be some sort of explanation and he was going to find it... after he get
over the utter humiliation from two minutes ago.

Harry
sighed again and plopped back down. �Whatever, don�t really care. I wish it�d
go away forever. This is so stupid.� He tapped into his powers and waved his
right hand, causing a small breeze to blow over the bed.

�Actually,�
Seamus chirped, �it was kinda funny. I feel so much
better now that I know Draco Malfoy can�t fight off the glow either.� His
statement was followed by a crude laugh and a slap on the arm from everyone in
the room.

�It�s not
funny!� Ron jumped in to defend Harry. �He had to kiss the ferret! And for what? To save Pansy Parkinson! Honestly, Harry, you
must be a saint.�

Ron�s
comment made him laugh. Yeah... saint.... And the fact that he already knew
what a good kisser Malfoy was didn�t have anything to do with it. It also
didn�t matter that he had thought about their previous make-out session for the
past ten days nonstop. It didn�t bother his conscience in any way that he took
advantage of Malfoy, who had absolutely no control over his actions. No, the
fact that Harry wanted to kiss Malfoy back so badly that he wanted to cry was
of no relevance at all... Not at all.

�Funny,�
Harry murmured, �right, funny.�

�Oh, I
know!� Ron jumped up, his face full of mirth. �We can tell Dumbledore that
Malfoy almost killed Parkinson. He�d get his Prefect position taken away, or even
expelled!�

�No!�
Harry put up two hands in protest. �You�ll do no such thing!�

�Whoa, you
sounded just like my mum just now. Why the hell not?�

�Ron, just
don�t, okay?� Harry beseeched, suddenly tired. It was too much excitement for a
Sunday morning.

The group
was silent for a while until Seamus spoke up again.

�I was
just thinking, Malfoy�s
probably going on a rampant rage right now. He just kissed Harry, who�s also a
guy. I knew I was freaked out, imagine how he feels.�

The others
nodded their heads in agreement. Ron went off on a tangent again and began to
imagine the horrified looks on Malfoy�s face at the
moment. They were all putting in ideas, but Harry had long drowned them out.

Seamus was
right, Malfoy should be horrified. He
should�ve been horrified since the first kiss. But why hadn�t the Slytherin
confronted him yet? Why hadn�t Malfoy tried to curse him to the end of time
already? Something turned in Harry�s stomach. He didn�t want to think about the
possibilities.

�Harry?�
Hermione, who was sitting closest to Harry�s head, leaned forward. The others
were still off in la-la-land. �You... you�re not feeling guilty about all this,
are you?�

Harry
blinked. Sometimes Hermione was perceptive to an eerie degree.

�Guilty?�
he asked shakily. �Why should I feel guilty?�

Hermione
raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing him. �I know the way you think,
Harry. You were the one who mentioned Ron touching Malfoy, so you�re wallowing
for what happened and the hex he cast on Parkinson. And now you�re blaming
yourself for your Zephyr allure because you know Malfoy will be mortified once
he�s back to his right mind.�

Harry
smiled bitterly. �You�re scary when you do that, Hermione. Can you read my mind
or something?�

Hermione
looked down on him lovingly. �No, you�re just too pure, Harry. Like water,
you�re untainted, and in effect, transparent. But you�re also so simple minded.
You�re always blaming yourself for things, even those outside of your control.
Have you stopped to think that you�ve also prevented Ron from getting into an
ugly fight, or that you sacrificed a kiss with Malfoy to save Parkinson, a Slytherin?�

�Now you
sound like Dumbledore.�

�Then you
should know that I�m right.�

Harry
laughed.

�Want to
go down to the Quidditch pitch? I�ll let you show me
the Vonski Feint.�

�Wronski, Hermione, Wronski.�

---------------------

Harry
closed his hangings and checked the Marauder�s Map. Ron and Hermione were
patrolling near the Ravenclaw dorms, and the rest of
his roommates were down in the common room. He threw the Invisibility Cloak
over himself and exited. The familiar scent of the cloak invaded his nostrils,
comforting him in replacement of his father. The power of natural invisibility
was good and all, but the lack of a barrier between him and patrolling teachers
left him cold and perturbed.�

Harry
Potter had two goals in mind tonight. First, he was going to find Malfoy and
explain himself. Second, he was going to make sure that it wasn�t just Malfoy�s kiss that affected his Zephyr allure.

He finally
found Malfoy�s dot floating about inside the Astronomy Tower. Pansy Parkinson, the other Sixth
Year Slytherin Prefect, was far away down around the kitchens. After the ordeal
that morning, Harry doubted that she would be eager to see Malfoy again.

Ten
minutes later, Harry was standing outside of the room Malfoy had been in the
whole time. The blonde�s dot hadn�t moved at all.

Silently,
Harry opened the door, gasping as he took in the sight the almost destroyed
room. Half broken telescopes and galaxy models were strewn all over the floor.
Harry�s heart thundered painfully. Perhaps Malfoy did this after he realized
what happened in the morning, and he could only imagine what the Slytherin
would do to him in his enraged state. He nervously searched the circular room
for that familiar head of silvery blond hair, and as he found it, Harry�s
breath hitched at the sight.

Draco
Malfoy, dubbed the Slytherin Prince, who usually stood at a proud height of six
feet, was now curled up in an armchair like a young child who had done
something wrong. Two trails of tears were still visible on his cheeks. His
right hand was squeezed between his chest and his knee. His body rocked back
and forth as incoherent mumbles flowed from his pink lips.

Harry
found himself walking forward without thought. Malfoy looked so vulnerable and
hurt. The hero in Harry felt an instant need to reach out and help the other
boy.

He hadn�t
gone a few steps when Malfoy�s nose twitched and his
head suddenly snapped up.

�Harry?�
Malfoy asked the darkness.

Said boy
gasped and dropped the cloak. �How did you know it was me?�

Malfoy
didn�t seem to have heard his question. Glistering mercury eyes drank in the
sight of Harry, and the blond immediately pushed himself up and wrapped his
arms around the smaller boy.

�I�m so
sorry, Harry, I wouldn�t have made you kiss me if I knew how much you hated
it.� The blond mumbled on, and Harry stood stiffly in his arms, too shocked to
register half the words that he was spouting. �I�m sorry, I�m sorry, so, so
sorry.�

Not sure
how to deal with an emotional Malfoy, Harry patted his back awkwardly. And the
Slytherin just kept up his string of apologies. In all honesty, Harry was
completely anticipating a beating.

�I thought
I could use it to my advantage. I thought it would�ve been harmless. You
wouldn�t have known, and I could�ve gotten a few kisses in. But I forgot that
you hate me, and I hurt you.�

Harry
gulped. What the hell was Malfoy talking about? Was the Zephyr attraction too
strong for the Slytherin to handle? Harry was the one who took advantage of
Malfoy, not the other way around.

�I... I
don�t hate you, Malfoy.� Harry patted him on the back again. �And er... I�m sorry. You�re the one who doesn�t understand.
Something happened to me over the summer, and I can�t tell you what. But trust
me, if you were in your right mind, you wouldn�t want to kiss me. So it�s my
fault. I�m sorry. I�ll... I�ll stay away from you from now on.�

�No!�
Malfoy practically screamed at such a suggestion. He pulled Harry�s body
against him as tightly as possible. Harry let him. If he had enough guts (or
stupidity) to tell the truth, he�d admit that Malfoy�s
arms felt extremely warm and comforting.

�Look,
Malfoy, you�re going to regret this once I�m back to normal. And then you�ll
hate me even more. So.... Malfoy,
just let me go. And we don�t have to cross paths again, ever.� For some reason,
the last sentence was very hard to say. Without realizing it, Harry wound his
arms around Malfoy�s body and pulled their bodies so
hard against each other that the sound of Malfoy�s
heartbeat sounded like a drum next to his ear.

Malfoy practically
whimpered. �Don�t leave me, Harry. I need you. It hurts without you.�

Harry
squeezed his eyes shut. He�d never thought that he�d hear those words from
anyone, much less Draco Malfoy. He felt his heart begin to beat for the boy.
And the sound of his name on Malfoy�s lips drove him
absolutely insane. Harry inhaled deeply, and told himself to save Malfoy... Draco�s scent in his mind. He was never going to have such
an opportunity again.

He let
himself relax against Draco�s chest, and pushed all thoughts of guilt out of
his head. He didn�t want to think about the future either. He didn�t want to go
back to seeing that look of hatred in Draco�s eyes again.

And so he
stood there for a long time with Draco�s arms around him, and prayed shamefully
that his Zephyr glow would never die away, so that Draco would always want him.
Not for a second did he think that Draco was still the boy who taunted him for
years, and son to the man who tried to kill him numerous times.�

�Harry,�
Draco�s voice was strong and yet still unsure, �can I kiss you?�

At that
moment, something died inside of Harry. He bit hard down on his lip and used
all of his strength to stop the tears from flowing. This wasn�t real, he told
himself. The real Draco would not ask such a question. This Draco was under the
influence of something akin to Imperius. The real
Draco didn�t want him.

Stop it, Potter, Harry berated himself, go look
for love somewhere else.

Clenching
his fists around the back of Draco�s shirt, Harry pulled himself away from the
embrace. This could go on no further.

�Remember
what I said, Malfoy. You�re not thinking clearly. You don�t really want to kiss
me, it�s just this...�

�No! I do!
I really do!� Draco looked like he was about to pull Harry into his arms again.
�I am thinking clearly, more clearly
than ever. Harry, you don�t understand, I...�

�No, I
understand perfectly! The whole school is like this, it�s not just you.� But you are the only one who affects me so
deeply... why is that? �You�re not emotionally attached to anyone, so you
think you love me, but you don�t... you don�t.�

�Harry,
you have to listen to me, I...�

�No!�
Harry pulled his hands back and hurriedly grabbed the cloak and map that he had
dropped on the floor. �I have to go. Just remember, don�t look at me in the
face again unless you want to lose your control.�

The door
was opened by an unseen hand, and Harry was gone.

He raced
down the corridors, not caring that his footsteps echoed quite loudly in the
empty castle. Why was it that out of all the people in the world, he had to
find comfort and affection in Draco Malfoy�s arms?
Why was it that Seamus� kiss left him shivering with fear, but Draco�s made him
float in the clouds? Why was it that when Draco said he needed him, Harry felt like telling him that he had him? Why were
his feet carrying him forward, when all he wanted to do was turn back and give
a positive reply to Draco�s unanswered question?

�Oomph!�

Lost in
his self-wallowing, Harry didn�t watch his path until he bumped into a warm
body and fell back.

�Who�s
there?� a masculine voice asked with slight panic. Harry groaned and pulled off
the cloak. Might as well, since his bottom half was already showing after the
crash.

The voice
happened to belong to Justin Finch-Fletchley, a Sixth
Year Hufflepuff. Upon seeing Harry�s visage appear
under the cloak, his eyes glazed over immediately and any questions he might�ve
had about the Invisibility Cloak were forgotten.

�Hi, Justin,
why are you still out here?� Harry said as he pulled the Hufflepuff
into a secluded corridor occupied by a few snoozing paintings and a suit of
armor. Justin wasn�t a Prefect; it wouldn�t do for them both to be seen out
after curfew.

�D... D...
Deten... Detention...� The tall boy stuttered.

Harry
fought down an urge to roll his eyes. All the Hufflepuffs
were acting like Professor Quirrel around him
nowadays. It was a bit annoying.

�Listen, Justin,
don�t tell anyone you saw me tonight, okay?�

�K...
�Kay...�

�Thanks.
Night, Justin.� Harry pulled on the cloak again and was just about to leave
when he remembered his second mission of the night.

�Wait, Justin?�

�Ye...
Yes... Ha... Harry?�

Harry
blushed and scratched his head. �Can I er... ask for
a favor?�

Not
trusting his tongue, Justin merely nodded.

�Can you
kiss me?� Harry asked in a rush, not believing his own daring request. Kissing Justin
Finch-Fletchley wasn�t what he originally had in mind,
but he really needed to be sure that it wasn�t just Draco who affected him.

The idea
seemed to be too much for the Hufflepuff. His eyes
were now completely glazed over, and his body stood absolutely still.

�Er... Justin?�

�Yes!� the
boy squeaked.

Harry
sighed. Silently, he prayed that Justin would not hate him after he regained
control of his own mind.

Justin
shuffled forward, his body trembling with fearful desire. Harry tugged him down
with an impatient hand. Draco was never so hesitant. He knew what he wanted,
and he took.

Justin�s
lips touched Harry�s tentatively and began to move in a slow pace. Harry shut
his eyes and tried not to picture Draco�s face in his head.

Draco�s
kisses were not this bland.

Justin
pulled back hesitantly, and Harry looked at his hands. The glow was still
there. They stood in front of one another in silence for a minute and the
Zephyr allure still didn�t go away.

Now really
annoyed, Harry grabbed Justin�s collars and pulled him down again. This time,
Harry took the initiative. Using what little experiences he had, he nudged and
shoved his tongue inside Justin�s mouth, probing, searching, just as Draco had
done earlier that day.

By the
time he finished, Justin was unable to stand and collapsed onto the floor. His eyes
were entirely out of focus. The sight was so horrifying that Harry had to look
somewhere else.

Draco�s
eyes were always glowing mercury, never unfocused.

Harry
checked his hands again... the glow was still there.

�Harry?� A
cold voice came from their right. Harry didn�t need to look up to know who it
was.

For a
second, Harry hated himself.

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Draco ran
after the invisible form, his mind befuddled. After the Pansy incident this
morning, his head had been completely fogged up by guilt, anger, and sadness
from Harry�s indirect rejection. He hadn�t been able to think straight since,
even lying to Blaise about his reasons for requesting a kiss was hard. And
lying was supposed to be second nature to a Slytherin. Troubled, he sought the
lonely comfort of the Western
Astronomy Tower
during patrol time.

As he dove
further into his thoughts, Draco became more infuriated. He never asked for
this inheritance, never wanted Harry Potter for a mate, never bid these
uncontrollable emotions, feelings that he couldn�t decipher.

He held
his ancestors responsible for meddling with Zephyrs. He blamed Pansy for being
a flirtatious bitch. He cursed Blaise to the end of time for not holding Pansy
back like a good friend was supposed to do. Most of all, he reprimanded himself
over and over for not being able to hold back in Harry Potter�s presence.

There was
just something about the boy, a certain aura and scent that drove all cognitive
thoughts out of his head. His delectable body alone incessantly pricked at
Draco�s physical senses. And then there was that Zephyr-induced itch which
served as a relentless reminder to his needs, both physically and mentally.

To top it
all off, who wouldn�t feel thrilled to know that they had undeniable claim to Harry Potter! Draco had been fighting
for the past five years to get one over the boy who lived, and this was his
chance to top him, in every sense of the word.

So Draco
ran blindly after Harry, chased the green-eyed boy using his Zephyr instincts,
and hoped that the chocolaty scent wouldn�t lead him astray. After that close
physical contact with Harry, Draco had finally gotten his senses back on track.
Wiping away the last evidence of his shameful breakdown, he turned the corner
at where Harry�s scent was still strong, and was about to continue his pursuit
when a terrifying sight greeted him.

Harry,
with his mouth attached to a nameless boy�s (a Hufflepuff
by the emblem on his robe), was positively radiating with sexual allure. The
pull would�ve usually set Draco�s libido into a raging fire, but seeing that
Harry�s charm was directed at someone else made Draco sick.

�Harry?�
Draco asked coldly, his voice steady though the throbbing of his heart was of
an excruciating degree. Harry turned slowly and faced him with guilt-ridden
eyes; green irises shook with fear and remorse. The Hufflepuff
didn�t seem to have heard him, and was panting on the floor in ecstasy. Right
then, Draco made a vow to himself: That boy shall not live.

Draco
stalked forward slowly, calmly, not knowing that his mercury eyes were shining
like two hot suns. He ignored Harry, saving the Gryffindor�s
punishment for later. Draco growled like a hungry tiger, and asked silkily in
something akin to a hiss, �What is your name, Hufflepuff?�
His words sounded strangely like Parseltongue,
entrancing and deadly.

The boy
looked up, the glaze in his eyes finally gone. Draco saw through the fear and
confusion a dash of admiration and lust.

�Justin...�
he answered, still trembling.

Draco
sneered. What a common name! Hufflepuffs were a
pathetic bunch. This boy�s name was not worth remembering. But then again, he
would not need to, not when Justin�s time in this world was about to run out.

�Do you
know who I am, Hufflepuff?�

Justin
gulped visibly and nodded. �Draco Malfoy,� he squeaked.

�And him?�
Draco gestured toward Harry, who was standing quietly behind him, too puzzled
to speak.

Justin
nodded again, not understanding the game. �Harry Potter.�

�Wrong!�
Draco reached forward and grabbed Justin by the collars of his robe and shoved
him forcefully against the cold wall. The strength of the thrust managed to
wake up two nearby paintings, whose occupants were now rubbing their eyes and
watching on curiously.

�He,� Draco hissed furiously, now lifting
Justin�s body a few inches above the ground, �is property of Draco Malfoy. Mine. He,� Draco pulled him forward and rammed him back again, �is and
always will belong to me and me only. He,�
Draco placed one hand on Justin�s neck and squeezed, �is not to be touched by
anyone but myself.

�Do you
understand, Hufflepuff?�

Now
choking, Justin could do nothing but give a meek nod.

�When I
break your pathetic little neck, you will go wordlessly to the underworld.
There, you will inform all of the pitiful ghosts that Harry is not to be harmed
in any shape or form. And that he is for my eyes only, mine, and mine alone.�

At those
words, Harry sprang into action. For the second time in one day, he was going
to have to save a person from Draco Malfoy�s deadly
claws. Only this time, he knew that he was the one to blame. He couldn�t
understand what Malfoy was spouting about, but if he didn�t get Justin out of
there soon, Malfoy would no doubt fulfill his vow of murdering the poor boy.

�Petrificus Totalus!�
Harry cried as he pointed his wand at Draco�s form. An expression of shock was
instantly frozen on the blonde�s countenance. Harry rushed over and tried his
best to avoid those penetrating silver orbs as he freed Justin from Draco�s
frozen fingers.

The Hufflepuff fell to the ground, clutching his throat and
gasping for air. Harry felt a sense of deja vu. Justin
didn�t even thank him; as soon as he got his breath back, he ran aimlessly
toward staircases.

Harry
watched him go with a quivering sigh on his lips. He didn�t want to turn around
and free Draco from his bonds; this must�ve been what death row would feel
like.

However,
he never got the chance. Before he knew what was happening, a body tackled him
and two strong arms had him pinned against the ground. Harry gasped and twisted
his head to look back and had to suck in a breath when he realized that
somehow, Draco Malfoy had broken through his spell.

A muscular
body pushed itself against him; the weight was heavy but oddly comforting.
Harry turned again to face the stone floor. He knew that the sight of Draco�s
razor-sharp eyes would be his undoing.

�Why did
you do that, my Harry, why did you save that unworthy insect?� A tongue darted
out and continuously licked the base of Harry�s neck. Draco�s voice was again
soft and enticing. Harry�s muscles and bones liquidized under Draco�s
administrations.

�Why did
you let him go? I was having so much fun.� A pair of cold lips descended,
sucking and smoothing his skin. Harry whimpered.

�He
deserved what he got, you know. And I do intend on finishing what I started.�
The weight shifted off of his body, and Harry felt his insides freeze, only to
be warmed again when Draco turned him over and draped his tall form over Harry
again.

Chest to
chest, hip to hip, face to face, Draco dipped down and licked Harry�s throat.
�And you,� Harry�s eyelids fluttered as he released a throaty moan, �your
punishment has just begun.�

The Gryffindor
reached up slightly and grabbed the sides of Draco�s shirt and unconsciously pulled
him down. Though he didn�t see it, a feral smirk had taken up spot on Draco�s
visage. The paintings around them quieted, one young girl disappeared from her
spot by the lounge chair.

Lowering
himself again, Draco nipped Harry�s lips, snaked his tongue out to touch them,
and let his mouth hover above Harry�s. Below, Harry shuddered and gasped,
unable to think beyond silver hair and silver eyes.

�Draco,�
Harry finally whispered, sending a tremor of utmost delight through the
blonde�s veins. �Draco...�

�Yes, Harry?� Draco kissed him softly, and
smirked again as Harry lifted his head to follow his lips.

�Draco...�

�Do you
like this, Harry?� As an answer to
both of their prayers, Draco crushed his mouth against Harry�s in their
roughest kiss to date. Tongues met with vigorous intensity, sought, baited,
battled, and conquered with fierce passion. Hands tugged and touched
everywhere, each move set off flames beneath their skins.

Harry
circled his arms around Draco�s shoulders and pulled so to leave as little
space between their bodies as possible. But it still wasn�t enough. He wanted
to be closer to the boy who had haunted his thoughts nonstop, so close that
they�d become one entity.

Draco
sucked on Harry�s tongue, and began to rock his body against the smaller boy�s,
uncaring of the wide eyes of their artificial observers. The friction was so
strong that Draco was sure he would die from the pleasure of it all. The best
part was that Harry was responding to him again with no less enthusiasm. Draco smirked
mentally. He�d got him.

From then
on, they would be one. Harry would forever belong to him only, untouchable by
others� filthy hands. He would become a part of Draco, and would love him and
be devoted to him for eternity. They would be one being.

Suddenly,
a sharp prick on his back disrupted his thoughts. Stung, Draco drew his mouth
away and climbed off Harry. It seemed like the same pain was affecting Harry as
well, for the black-haired Gryffindor had sat back and was arching his spine.

Damn, thought Draco, bad time for stage two.

Harry let
loose a tiny whimper. The sound was loud enough for Draco�s ears and he quickly
crawled over to his Intended.

�It�s just
a little pain, Harry,� Draco cradled the small Seeker in his arms, �our mental
bond is forming, that�s all.�

�What?�
Harry squinted through his glasses, clutching Draco�s back tightly.

As the
small pain turned into a pleasurable tingle, Draco pulled Harry�s arms away.
�Watch it there, Harry, my wings are coming out.

Harry
didn�t get a second chance to question him. The now familiar sensation of his
dark appendages was now overwhelming him. In the blink of an eye, Draco�s and
his upper shirts were ripped open on the back, and two similar pairs of wings
found their way out.

Laughing,
Draco grasped Harry�s hands and pulled the Gryffindor boy into a kiss. �It�s
done, Harry, the second step is done. Just one more to go, love, and you�ll be
mine forever.�

But Harry
wasn�t looking at him. Instead, horrified verdant eyes gawked at the dark green
wings on Draco�s back. Draco�s eyes followed his, and had to hide a grimace
when he realized that their make-out session could be counted as an intimately
pleasurable experience, and the difficult glamour charm that Professor Snape placed on his wings was gone again. He turned back
and found Harry�s eyes intent on his face.

Smirking,
Draco said slyly, �I hereby name you, Harry Potter, as my Intended, and claim
you for the Malfoy line as my Zephyr mate for eternity.�

Harry�s
gaze didn�t waver. The expression was one of pure shock and incredulity. Draco
felt an oncoming urge to laugh at Harry�s face, but his glee was interrupted.

The girl
in the painting had come back to her seat in the lounge chair. A bit down the
dark corridor, a high feminine voice shrieked.

�Draco
Malfoy!!!�

�- TBC
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