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Wind Rider

- SuishouTenshi

REPOST (October 26,2007)

Chapter Eight

Draco
pressed Harry�s face against his chest and turned his head to scowl at the rude
intruder. Light footsteps approached the two
bodies on the floor, and Draco could now see a cloaked figure with red hair
fierce enough to rival that of the Weasleys�. As the
figure came closer, Draco sucked in a deep gasp of breath out of fear and
clutched Harry even closer.

It was a
hag!

Draco
stared at its face, wanting to shut his eyes but finding it difficult to do so.
He had seen a few of these ugly beings before around the Manor. Hags were
horrible looking things; their hair was always so dull and unkempt, their faces
were blotched with boils and wrinkles, and their facial organs were always
disordered, as if someone took their noses, eyes and mouths and rearranged
them.

How did a
hag get into Hogwarts? Peculiarly enough, the creature was donning a clean set
of robes, and its hair was just as clean as a normal wizard�s. And how did the
thing know his name?

�Oh, do
close your mouth, cousin. I can�t be that
ugly!� the hag spoke, its voice now surprisingly pleasant, unsuited for its
looks. A second later, it shook its head, and a more familiar face came into
view.

�Metamorphmagus; can change my appearance at will,� said their
new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. �I�d
reprimand you here, but I just saw Hermione coming up from the second floor. No
doubt she heard me scream. But if we move now, we�ll be able to lose her.�

�And why did you scream, Professor?� Draco bit out, still unmoving. It was official; he
liked this cousin less and less.

Tonks�
voice changed from a good-natured jab to full-out reprieve. �You�re so
careless, Draco. Anyone could�ve caught you and Harry here. You should be
thankful to know that Amelia,� she pointed at the girl in the portrait, �knew
to fetch me immediately and I had a chance to Obliviate Justin�s memory before
he told anyone. Now move; we�re going to my quarters.�

Draco
scowled again; the corners of his mouth drooped lower. But he reminded himself
that Professor Snape said Tonks
knew about his heritage and his connection to Harry, so she could be trusted,
no matter how much he disliked her straightforward and overly cheerful
personality.

Picking up
a now shivering Harry from the cold ground, Draco wound an arm around the
bespectacled boy�s waist and gathered up any fallen feathers with a murmured �Accio�. Then, he
picked up Harry�s Invisibility Cloak and the strange looking piece of parchment
before leading Harry after Tonks, their wings
stretched out behind them.

Professor Tonks� quarters were near Hufflepuff
territory. Draco sneered as they passed by a corridor which he believed would
lead them into the Hufflepuff common room. He thought
that house was stupid before, now he knew they were positively the worst kind
of wizards and witches he�d ever had the ill fortune to encounter.

As their
silent trek came to a close, the itch returned again in place of a dull hum of
pleasure and desire. Draco immediately tightened his hold on Harry�s nearly
naked waist. The blond grinned widely as he turned his head to look at the
smaller boy. Harry was quiet, submitting to his gesture of dominance, and life
couldn�t get any better.

Before he
knew it, a door slid open before them. Draco tapped into his powers and drew
back his wings, grimacing as his skin and bones shifted to its original state.
He dimly noticed that Harry did the same next to him, although with much less
difficulty.

Unlike Severus� private rooms, Tonks�
living space was in every sense comfortable and welcoming. Feeling that a long
chat was coming, Draco sat down on an armchair. He lifted a hand in attempt to
pull Harry down onto his laps. But to his shock and disappointment, his
Intended jerked away with an audible huff of protest and went to stand behind Tonks.

Draco�s
eyes narrowed.

�Harry,
come here,� Draco said in a tone which he knew sounded authoritarian. He then
sat up as straight as he could and beckoned Harry with a hand.

Harry
didn�t move, causing Draco to frown and stand up. Tonks
observed wordlessly.

The
Slytherin stalked forward, licking his lips in hunger for his prey. He only had
a small sample of his mate earlier, the lingering taste of Harry appealed to
both his Zephyr and wizard senses, and he couldn�t wait for more.

As he
bridged the distance between them, Tonks slowly moved
out of his path. He reached out to touch Harry again, but the Gryffindor
stepped back and slapped his hand away.

�Don�t
touch me!�

Three
whispered words were enough to cut through the veil of confidence. Draco, who
had been drunk on power, now slithered back in confusion.

�Why can�t
I?� Draco asked, slightly bitter at the rejection. �You�re mine. I can touch
you however I please.�

And just
to prove it, Draco quickly advanced on the boy and gathered Harry�s cheeks in
his hands and placed several butterfly kisses on flushed lips. If he had
bothered to notice, he would�ve realized that Harry was no longer glowing with
that magical allure.

Harry
wrenched his face out of Draco�s hold and staggered. �I�m not yours!� he howled
like a true lion. Dark tresses bounced around the sides of his head like a
mane. Even disheveled, Harry looked gorgeous.

�Of course
you are. You�re a Zephyr, I�m part-Zephyr, and you�re my Intended. I�ve wanted
you for weeks.� Draco growled and caught Harry�s hands and nibbled on the tips
of his fingers. �You taste so good,� he announced huskily. Without warning,
Draco tugged Harry forward by his hands and licked the other boy�s lips. �My Harry....�

�Stop it,
Malfoy!� Harry shoved him hard. Before Draco knew it, a wand�s tip was pointed
at the middle of his forehead. �You did this to me, then? You made me into
this... beast! And now you�re claiming that I belong to you like some sort of
slave? You�re crazy, Malfoy, demented. Don�t you dare come near me again!�

An
intangible pain coursed through Draco�s veins. What happened? Everything was
going so well. He had punished a Hufflepuff
thoroughly for touching what was his, and had claimed Harry as his rightful
mate for eternity. They had even gone through the second stage of mating
unplanned. What was wrong? Why was Harry protesting against it?

�Harry?�

�Don�t fucking say my name like that!� Harry howled again and
Draco flinched. The Gryffindor Golden Boy wasn�t one to swear on a regular
basis. Despite the lack of parental figures while growing up, someone must�ve
taught Harry manners. He didn�t dig away at his food like Weasley always did,
and his mouth had generally been clean of such foul language. So for Harry to speak
so brusquely, he had to be really upset.

Okay, so
upset was a bit of an understatement. Harry was furious, a human embodiment of
a long dormant volcano waiting to erupt at any given time. Green eyes flickered
and glared, radiating anger, hatred... and if Draco read it right, betrayal.

It was
that last emotion that gave Draco hope. So Harry hadn�t been completely immune
to his touches after all. The boy was mad about something other than Draco
being his Intended. That was a bit of good news then. Draco did his best to
dispel the queasy pangs inside his chest and put on a strained smirk.

�Why not, Harry?� Draco whispered as he inched
closer once more, reaching out simultaneously to move aside Harry�s wand. He
was please to note that despite the almost visible rays of anger radiating from
Harry, no hex or curse escaped the Gryffindor�s lips.
�I like your name, Harry,� Draco
tried again, �I like everything about
you.�

Harry
shuddered, his wand hand quivering in midair. His chest rose and fell in quick
cadence, and the confidence slowly returned to Draco.

�St... stop it!� Harry said weakly, still not completely lowering
his holly wand. �You hate me, Malfoy, always have. Stop playing your mind
games, I won�t fall for them again!�

Harry�s
words struck a cord deep within Draco, but they weren�t harsh enough to deter
him from his goal. Ignoring Tonks wholeheartedly, Draco moved in as closely as possible and
whispered throatily and softly so only Harry could hear:

�Hating
you is the last thing on my mind. The first thing, however, is something like
this.�

He
snatched Harry�s wand away, threw it over his shoulder, and smirked inwardly
when he heard Tonks gasp as she caught it just in
time (not without bumping into a chair in the process, of course). The tousled Gryffindor�s large emerald eyes widened behind round black
frames and Draco dipped in for his prize.

Draco
drank in Harry�s lips like a prized wine, sipping and savoring. He took his
time exploring the outer linings and the inner crevices of a now familiar
mouth. Harry�s body stiffened under him, his hands shook against Draco�s
shoulders. Slowly but surely, Harry gave in to the temptation. He did not
respond with equal fervor, but instead willingly let Draco devour him, welcomed
the intruding tongue, and tightened his fists around a tattered shirt.

To Draco,
Harry�s lips were his salvation, his blissful nectar. He swept his tongue over
Harry�s wet one and felt a burning tingle consume his body. Harry breathed life
into him, and he captured each exhale carefully, drawing in Harry�s scent in
the process. He moaned and clutched Harry�s body closer, wanting nothing more
than to engulf the boy with his mouth. The kiss was everything to him, but
Draco also knew that there had to be more... a lot more.

He slipped
his hands down, already forgetting their silent observer. He set out to shred
away the remains of Harry�s uniform; his fingertips flared up in anticipation.
But this proved to be too much for the Gryffindor, and before he knew it, Harry
had escaped his grasp again.

�Sorry,
Harry,� he said, voice quivering, not sounding very sorry at all, �I�ll go
slow...�

�No!�
Harry circled around the blond and picked up his possessions. �Stay out of my
life, Malfoy!� Without even a glance at Tonks, Harry
was gone, leaving Draco with a devastating desire still running through his
veins. The part-Zephyr had every intention to run after his Intended, but Harry
would still be there tomorrow, and he had a �witness� to decapitate.

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

Harry did
not run this time. He had learned his lessons about running in the corridors.
He walked slowly and calmly with his father�s cloak over his shoulders, and
thanked every deity for the small comforts the cloak offered. The night had
become cold and silent, the portraits had gone to bed, and only the occasional
shifts of staircases disturbed the quiet milieu of Hogwarts. Harry walked on
with no clear goal in mind, and cursed himself thousands times over for ever
wanting to console a certain asshole named Draco Malfoy.

He
couldn�t escape it, no matter how he tried. Even with his wand pointed toward
the center of that git�s forehead, Malfoy still
didn�t back down. The boy�s resilience was just as annoying as his need to
smother Harry with sweet kisses.

And the
bad thing was that Harry�s body didn�t mind at all. The Slytherin tasted
incredible, Harry would not deny that. Furthermore, there always existed a
comforting tranquility every time Draco held him. The blonde�s touch reminded
Harry of something pleasant, too precious to be real, and instilled upon him a
sensation that was almost magical.

It was as
if Harry was born to be touched by Draco.

But no, he
would not let that pair of luscious lips and sensuous hands deter his thoughts.
Malfoy had tricked him, deliberately kept him from the truth. The other boy was
a Zephyr too, the wings were enough evidence. He probably knew all about
Harry�s weaknesses; probably cast a charm which affected Harry�s Zephyr blood
so that only his kisses would feel so
breathtaking. Malfoy must�ve poisoned him somehow, took all the rational
thoughts away from him and made him think that he actually didn�t mind Malfoy�s mouth on his.

And the
Slytherin was mad, a maniac! Harry would never forget that insane glint in his
eyes as he threatened Justin and claimed Harry as his. Malfoy was a danger to
his surroundings. First Parkinson, then Justin; Ron was right, he deserved to
be expelled.

He would
not fall for it any further. And to think, he was feeling guilty all this time!
Malfoy was a bastard; he did not deserve Harry�s pity.

�I swear I
heard someone�s voice down that corridor!� a familiar voice came from Harry�s
right. It was Hermione.

�Maybe it
was a bunch of Hufflepuffs, snogging.
That corridor leads to their dorms.� Ron�s voice followed.

�Hmm, maybe. But I feel like I�m neglecting my duties.� Hermione sighed. �I
should�ve caught them and told them off.�

Harry
quickened his footsteps. It was probably a bad idea to let his friends know
that he was out after hours, but he needed their presence too much to care.

�Stop or
you�ll turn into Percy. C�mon, let�s go back, I went down to the kitchens and
got Harry some brownies.�

�Harry�s
teeth are going to rot at the rate you�re feeding him. And he can�t eat
brownies anymore, they contain eggs.�

Ron
groaned as Hermione said the password. �Poor Harry,
can�t even eat eggs. And you should�ve seen him drooling over the chicken
during the Welcoming Feast.�

�I did see
him, Ron. I was there, remember?�

Harry
followed them over the threshold, feeling just a bit better listening to their
banter. The common room was empty; everyone went to bed early since it was a
Sunday night.

�I was not
drooling, Ron.� Harry ducked out from under the silvery cloak, flinching
slightly as a flash of mercury eyes blinked into his head.

�Harry!�
his friends exclaimed simultaneously.

�What were
you doing out?� Ron asked worriedly. �Hungry? I could go back and get you
something vegetarian.�

Harry
didn�t get a chance to reply because Hermione had shot forward in an impressive
speed and cupped his chin. Even in the dim firelight, Harry could see that she
was extremely confused.

�Harry,�
she inquired with a frown, �your eyes are red. Have you been crying?�

The
bespectacled Seeker reached up to touch his face and gasped as he felt moisture
on his cheeks.

�I...�
Harry couldn�t go on. He didn�t even realize that he was crying.

�Harry...�
Ron rushed forward as well. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and concern.
�Have you been out by yourself thinking about... about Snuffles?�

Sirius...

Harry�s
eyes widened and he backed away. Hermione�s touch suddenly burned. What was he
supposed to say to his friends? �No, I was out kissing the nephew of Sirius�
killer.. And I liked it too.� The thought of those
words alone was enough to make Harry want to bury himself along with Hagrid�s dead flobberworms.

�No,�
Harry said weakly, �I went to fly a bit and got tired. I was just yawning a
lot, that�s all.�

Ron and
Hermione studied his tattered shirt and both smiled benignly. �Harry,� said
Hermione, �next time you fly, at least take off your shirt. Look, you ripped
another one.�

�Sorry. I
was too tired to think.� Harry covered his mouth to fake a yawn, just to make
his lie seem more convincing.

�C�mon,
mate, let�s head on to bed. Got classes tomorrow.� Ron
ushered Harry back up the stairs as he waved goodnight to Hermione. �Oh, you�re
ugly again, by the way. That�s happening a lot these days, isn�t it?�

Harry kept
his head down and grimaced. �Yeah.�

Hermione
turned toward the girl dormitories and stored this conversation in her mind for
further usage. There was something that Harry wasn�t telling them, and if she
didn�t find out what it was; her name wasn�t Hermione Jane Granger.

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

�Give me
one reason why I shouldn�t curse you right now.� An enraged Draco Malfoy
pointed his wand at Tonks. The latter wasn�t even
surprised.

�I�ll give
you four.� Tonks slowly drew out her own wand. �One,
I�m your professor, and hexing me out of malice can result in expulsion. Two,
I�m your mate�s friend, hexing me won�t make him any happier with you. Three,
your Intended just pushed you away after what appeared to be a very intimate
moment between the two of you, any moment now you�ll be down on the floor
quivering with despair and no one can get inside this room to help you without
my permission. Four, you need my help, cousin, now more than ever.�

Draco
seethed but couldn�t find enough strength in him to say the actual words to a
curse. Tonks was right; he could slowly feel the
desperation catching up to him. The Zephyr inside was exploding with agony. Harry left me, it said, Harry doesn�t want me; Harry hates me; no
more kisses; no more Harry....

He wanted
to shut out that voice but found it increasingly hard to do so. A thunderous
headache crept into his skull and Draco was forced to drop his wand from the
sheer pain. He felt another sharp twinge on his shoulders and realized that Tonks was trying to guide him toward her couch. The touch
burned but wasn�t nearly as bad as the hammering inside his head and the ache
inside his heart. Draco bit his lips as not to scream out. Screaming wasn�t
dignified.

Draco lied
down on something soft, still clutching his skull. He didn�t even notice as
several loud whimpers escaped his throat. Tonks�
voice reached out to him, but the words sounded far away, as if he was
underwater. Her sentences were gurgled, and he heard no more than �talk
tomorrow, sleeping draught� before a vial was pressed to his lips.

Draco
drank it, vaguely understanding that the liquid would bring him some peace. His
headache died down slowly, and his eyelids soon closed by their own accord.

It was a strange place that Draco
landed in. All he remembered was the most devastating pain in his head slowly
eating away his mind. Then there was a swirl of white and black, and he landed
here, in this sunlit hill filled with flowers of all colors and an overly
abundant number of butterflies.

The color scheme was slightly
sickening.

Draco walked around a bit, secretly
admiring the daisies and irises. If he didn�t feel like someone was watching
him, he would�ve bent down to sniff a few. And there was someone watching him,
he could sense their eyes on him. But the stares weren�t impolite or intruding
in any way. In fact, the eyes felt warm and comfortable, filled with longing
and love.

So Draco walked on, wanting
desperately to find the owner of such eyes.

He found them soon enough, two
pairs of round, blinking emerald eyes, staring unwaveringly at him. Draco
smiled and ran toward those eyes and was engulfed in a tight embrace.

�I love you, Draco.� A mouth
appeared under those eyes, followed by a nose, two ears, tanned skin, round
glasses, and a head of messy black hair.

�I love you too, Harry.� Draco said
easily. The words sounded very natural.

�You own me, Draco, every inch of
me.�

Draco smiled brightly, happy that
his love finally succumbed to his ownership. �Tell me more, Harry. How do I own
you?�

�No one will ever touch me except
for you, Draco,� said his Intended as calloused fingers caressed his bare skin
(Where did his shirt go?). �I have no eyes for anyone else. I shall obey your
every commend. You occupy my thoughts every second of every day. You can touch
me and kiss me however you�d like, and I�ll submit without protest. All because
I�m yours, Draco, and I will have no one but you for the rest of eternity.�

�Good answer, Harry.� Draco grinned
wickedly. �Can I touch you now?�

�Every second of every day, Draco,�
Harry confirmed.

�Good.�

Reality bent to his will, and the
tree that Harry was leaning on disappeared. The Gryffindor fell back onto the
flowery field and Draco deftly climbed on top of him.

There was a raw need inside of
Draco, an insanely desperate desire to consume the wantonly sighing boy below
him. He made a trail of kisses up Harry�s equally naked chest (apparently,
clothes conveniently disappear in this part of the world) and draped his form
over him, making sure that nothing in existence � not even air � would take
Harry�s attention away from him.

�Tell me again,� Draco demanded as
he marked his mate�s throat, �tell me how I own you, how I control you, every
part of you.�

An absolutely delightful gasp
escaped from deep within Harry�s lungs. The boy panted, grasping the sides of
Draco�s pants tightly, and whispered back with as much as self-control as
possible. Draco smirked at Harry�s need for self-restraint; it was horribly
enticing to know that a few simple kisses can reduce the object of your desires
to a moaning, undulating pile of jelly.

�Want you, Draco, want you so bad.�
Harry arched up, pushing his groin into Draco�s. The Slytherin fought his
animalistic instincts and pushed Harry�s hips back down; he didn�t want this to
be over so quickly.

�Tell me more, Harry,� Draco urged again. He wanted those words of submission; he needed to
know that he had Harry Potter within his grasps.

�You have me, Draco,� Harry bit out
through the gasps and pants of pleasure. �I am yours, forever,� Harry groaned
as Draco wetted his Adam�s apple and blew a breath of cold air over it, �for
all of eternity.�

�You are mine, Harry.� Draco licked
his way across Harry�s throat, leaving no spot untouched by his serpentine
tongue. His Intended tasted like a mix of sweet chocolate and salty sweat;
Draco bit down and sucked, wanting nothing more than to completely devour his
mate�s flesh, as to make sure that no one else would ever have the chance to
touch such velvety skin besides himself.

Harry�s head lolled to the side,
his hands gripped Draco�s sides so tightly it hurt.

�Say it, Harry. You�re mine.� Draco
began to rock his body against Harry�s, wishing in his mind that their pants
would cooperate and join their shirts on their vacation.

�I�m yours!�

A shocking tingle went through
Draco�s thighs and only then did he realize that his pants had indeed been
listening. Now utterly naked, Draco could no longer control his wants, and by
the flush covering Harry�s cheeks, neither could he.

Draco kissed down a light trail of
dark hair leading to his ultimate prize. He wanted to take it into his mouth so
badly, and pleasure Harry to an extraordinary extent so the other boy would
never forget the feeling of his mouth and tongue.

�How much do you want this, Harry?�
Draco asked the unheeded question. Harry did not answer verbally, but his
body�s reaction was more than enough assurance for the blond.

Quicksilver eyes glinted ever so
mischievously. He dived down and lightly licked the head of Harry�s erection. A
tremulous shiver went through the boy�s body, and a sobbed whimper found its
way out of those perfect pair of flushed lips. Draco�s heart swelled. He didn�t
want to make his mate wait any longer, but he wanted those words, he wanted
dominance, he wanted recognition.

�Draco, please! I�m yours to take!�

And that was all the motivation he
needed.

Wordlessly, he turned back to his
work, carefully avoiding any friction on his part. He was desperately hard as
well, but he wanted to see Harry�s eyes glaze over first. He�d fake poise and
composure and enjoy it as Harry drowned completely amid the pleasures that he
would bring. After all, it was all about control.

He licked up and across, and scraped
slightly with his canines and smirked around Harry�s member. Each sweep of the
tongue was a way of marking the raven-haired Gryffindor, a show of ownership.
Harry throbbed inside his mouth, his hips jerked upward, causing both pain and
pleasure to flow through Draco�s veins. The Slytherin smoothed Harry�s inner
thighs with his thumbs and breathed out gently through his nose. The warm air
would surely make contact with Harry�s already sensitive skin.

Harry was almost there, Draco could
feel it. The Golden Boy was now no more than a shuddering, moaning,
sweat-covered toy. He breathed rapidly, eyes squeezed tightly together, and
mumbled Draco�s name over and over in complete abandon.

So close. Soon, Draco would be able
to taste his mate�s very essence. Salazar, he was as hard � if not more �just
thinking about it. This would bring them both to completion, a step further to
togetherness.

With every suck, he would be taking
in Harry�s spirit; with every deep-throated moan, he would be giving Harry a
part of himself. It was a sacred exchange of souls.

So close...

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

�Pray
tell, Professor Tonks,
why did you call me here so early in the morning?�

Tonks
smiled wickedly as she invited Professor Snape into
her chambers. She was tempted to yell, �Wotcher, Sev!� and slap the man on the back, but she knew that the
boy she had on her couch was more than enough to give Snape
a mental assault.

And so she
merely gestured to a vague area behind her. Severus Snape lifted a dark eyebrow and huffed, but nonetheless
walked further in.

What
awaited him was a thrashing sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy, who was currently
moaning and sweating in the most ungraceful manner. Tonks
had apparently thrown a blanket over the boy, but even so, it was clear to Severus what was going on in Draco�s subconscious as he
dreamt.

Snape
turned around and glowered at a very amused Tonks.
�What�s the meaning of this?! Why is Draco sleeping on your couch?�

�Professor,
normally anyone in your position would ask what exactly is Draco dreaming of.� Tonks� smirk widened.

�I think I
have an idea.� Severus growled.

�It�s a
long story.�

�Summarize.�

Tonks�
smile turned a little guilty. She knew from experience that it was never good
to push Severus Snape too
far over the edge.

�Draco and
Harry were, uh... doing mating things in the corridors. I caught them, brought
them back here. And well, let�s just say that if Harry hadn�t known about
Draco�s heritage before, he does now.�

Severus
growled once more. �And Golden Boy�s mental capacity deemed it unfit to handle
such surprising news and ran, leaving Draco in a devastating state in your chambers.�

�I forced
in some sleeping draught for him, didn�t think it would actually work, you
should�ve seen him. But it did, and he slept through the night quite
peacefully..., until now.�

�And you
woke me up at six in the morning for this... why?�

Tonks
sighed exasperatedly. �Hello? Twenty-two-year-old female
here? He�s been thrashing like that for the past fifteen minutes. You
have to do something, Professor. I don�t want to have to clean that stuff out of my couch.�

It was Severus� turn to smirk. �Ever thought of just waking him?�

�But he
looks like he�s having so much fun,� Tonks said
unabashedly. �It�d be rude to interrupt.�

�What are
you suggesting?�

�Could you
possibly somehow levitate him into your chambers and let him finish there? The
students shouldn�t be up yet, no one will see in the halls.�

�Oh,
for...!� Severus howled and kicked the side of Tonks� couch harshly. �Get up right now, Mr. Malfoy! This
behavior is highly unfit for a Slytherin prefect!�

Severus�
antics seemed to have worked, and Draco�s eyes opened slowly. He rubbed his
lids tiredly and looked around in confusion. �Harry?� he asked with a small
voice. �Harry?�

�Your Harry isn�t here at the moment, Mr.
Malfoy.� Severus rolled his eyes in disdain.

Draco sat
up, either not noticing or not caring about the state of his body. He hung his
head low and his arms dangled freely between his knees.

�Harry
left me....� he squeaked.

Severus
rolled his eyes again, wanting to hurt someone at the moment. �Go take care of
your problem in Professor Tonks� bathroom right now,
Mr. Malfoy. We can talk after you come out.� He then flinched at his accidental
innuendo.

Draco
shook his head. His body was quickly catching up with the despair in his mind,
and he felt nothing even remotely close to pleasure at the moment. Pieces of
his dream came back to him, and he sighed over and over, wishing to be able to
sleep and dream forever if it meant that Harry would only want him in a fake
reality.

�Mr.
Malfoy, look at me.�

Draco
complied, not knowing what else he could do. If he couldn�t have Harry in his
life, he wouldn�t need anything else. Not power, not money, and certainly, his
pride was now useless.

Draco
lifted his head only slightly, and was surprised to find beady black eyes
staring so closely at him. Severus Snape was bending down on his knees so they were on
eye-level with each other. There was anger and annoyance in those eyes, and
also hidden sadness and silent compassion.

�I�m
sorry, Uncle Sev,� Draco said, his voice still small
and weak.

�For what, Draco?�

�For being so weak.�

Severus
frowned and looked at Draco closer; as if he was too busy observing Draco to
hear his reply.

�Draco,
look straight into my eyes.�

Draco did
as told and received a gasp of shock from his mentor. �What is it, Professor?�

Severus
shook his head and looked at Draco again. �Boy,� he inquired, �tell me that
your eyes weren�t always silver.�

Draco
frowned. �What? They used to be grey. But after my initiation, they�ve always
been bright silver. Blaise even told me yesterday that they glowed.�

�No green
in them, then?�

Draco�s
expression was one of sadness again. �No,� he whispered, �green eyes are
Harry�s.�

�Venire mirari.� Severus
waved his wand and a frameless mirror appeared in his hand. He shoved the
object under Draco�s nose and told him to look closely at his eyes.

Draco
immediately groaned at the sight of his reflection. The stress-free glow that
he had obtained a day ago was now completely gone. Instead, his pale complexion
was plagued with a sickly yellow; his cheeks were so colorless that they looked
like wax. His lips were terribly dry, peeling at the corners and devoid of any
blood. Dark blue circles surrounded his eyes; even his eyelashes seemed to
droop as a result of last night�s rejection.

Severus
nudged his knee and Draco looked closer. It was then that he saw it.

Around the
darkness of his pupils, instead of glowing silver, was a thin rim of green
specks. Draco recognized that green, the shade of Avada
Kedavra, the embodiment of everything that the
Killing Curse could not destroy.

It
comforted him, because now, he had a trace of his Intended within him, and he
wasn�t alone anymore.

�How did
this happen, Mr. Malfoy?�

Draco
wished that Severus would cut the �Mr. Malfoy� crap. Severus was a traitor to the Dark Lord, and Tonks was definitely a Dumbledore-supporter. What was the
harm in letting her know that they had a closer relationship than student and
teacher? Or better yet, why couldn�t Severus leave
him alone?

He didn�t
remove his eyes from the mirror. His mind filtered through the dream encounter
he had with Harry and the last thought he had last night as he kissed Harry
into oblivion. �I think... it�s because Harry and I completed the second stage
of bonding.�

Severus
raised an eyebrow. His right eye twitched. �I thought the second and third
stages usually occurred together.�

Draco
smiled fondly and sadly, �Harry is just that special. He defies all laws of
nature.�

Tonks
suppressed a choked sob of giddiness; one that would�ve went something like �Ack! Aww....� Needless to say, Severus� eye twitched again.

�Thankfully,�
Severus exhaled in relief, �that would explain why
you�re acting so... Gryffindor-like. It�s just today,
right, Draco? Tomorrow, you�ll have your Essence back?�

Draco
nodded carefully, and was secretly glad that Severus
was calling him by his first name again. He stood up shakily and sought out his
wand. �I need to find Harry and tell him what�s going on. I need to explain
things. He�s going to wake up and spend a whole day with my personality; he
deserves to at least know some of...�

�Cousin,
don�t be dumb.� Tonks sauntered over and began to
fold up the blanket that Draco had abandoned. �Harry was downright furious with
you last night, and today, he has your
inborn personality and the attitudes of a Malfoy. If you go see him now, I
can�t guarantee your survival.�

Draco
shook his head vehemently; there was a determined look clouding his eyes. �No,
this was my fault, I should�ve told him from the start instead of fiddling with
his feelings. I should�ve been more...�

�More what?� Severus hissed, not liking how this
conversation was going. �More Gryffindorish?
Mr. Malfoy, your behavior thus far is reminding me too much of that
self-sacrificing Potter. Do me a favor and shut
up. Now go back to your dormitory and get dressed. You have class in an
hour.�

Without
knowing why, Draco gritted his teeth. �Fine,� he spat out soon after and
stormed out of Tonks� room.

Behind
him, Severus Snape�s eye
twitched for the third time that morning. He looked at the shut door and
growled to a very amused Tonks, �Dammit,
his �fine� sounded exactly like Potter�s just now.�

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

Harry
moaned in discontent as he swatted Ron�s hand away. He ignored Ron�s whines and
pleads and dove further into his pillow. He had a rough night; it was only
right for Ron to leave him alone to the dream world for a while longer.

�Bloody
hell, Harry, it�s Monday morning and we have class in
twenty minutes! Breakfast is almost over. Don�t make me call Hermione, �cause she will come in here and...�

�Fuck off,
Weasley,� Harry drawled easily.

The room
was silent for a while, but suddenly a body jumped onto the mattress and
straddled Harry�s waist. The boy who lived finally opened his eyes and asked
groggily at the blurry red shape atop of him.

�Weasley,
is there any reason why you chose to molest me first thing in the morning?�

A pair of
hands deposited round, black frames onto Harry�s face, and the world cleared. �Mind telling me why you swore at me for trying to prevent you from
getting late to class?� Ron asked as he pinched Harry�s nose shut, he
sounded confused but also amused. �And why are you calling me �Weasley�?�

�Because
you�re a stupid git, and your family has way too many
kids for me to try to remember all of your names. Now get off, I honestly
didn�t think you were into this sort of thing, Weasley.� As an added surprise,
Harry grounded up against Ron and smirked as the redhead shrieked and fell off
the bed.

Blue eyes
widened. �Harry, what�s got into you?!� Ron howled when he finally picked
himself up. Harry was already changing out of his pajamas. The Gryffindor
Seeker ignored Ron�s question and eyed his attire with a grimace.

Salazar,
what was he thinking?! Had he really been wearing those kinds of pants all his
life? Honestly, he wasn�t even poor anymore, why didn�t he ever buy himself a
few decent looking articles of clothing and dump Dudley�s
grade school wears already?

�Oi, Weasley, you�re poor, did your fat lump of a mother
ever had to transfigure your clothes? Got any good spells that can help me
shrink this hideous thing in half?� Harry asked with his back faced toward Ron.
When Ron didn�t respond after a while, he glanced back and saw with annoyance
that the tall Gryffindor�s face was one of pure shock
and horror.

�You look
constipated,� Harry commented before moving toward Seamus� closet. The other
occupants of the dorm were most likely still down at breakfast. �Finnigan�s about my size, isn�t he?�

�Harry!�
Ron shrieked. Harry glanced back again and snorted at the sight of Ron�s
puzzled stare. He looked like he didn�t know what to say first. �Harry! You
can�t... you can�t just take Seamus�
stuff!�

Harry
scoffed. �Why not? He should be honored; I am the boy who lived, after all.
Besides, you saw how he ogles at me everyday.�

�But
Harry, Seamus is straight; he�s just confused because of your glow!� Ron
sounded quite angry now. In Harry�s opinion, his anger took longer to kick in
than normal.

�Speaking
of which...� Harry put on a fitting pair of Seamus� black pants and his own
school shirt. He calmly sauntered into the bathroom and tied his tie. When that
was done, he took Neville� comb

�� spelled to keep Neville�s hair tamed � and
spent four minutes brushing his dark locks. After that was done, he focused on
his reflection and let some of the Zephyr blood take over his body. The
previous dim shimmer blossomed into bright radiance. If Harry didn�t know
better, he�d think that he had turned into a fairy prince.

Harry
walked out of the bathroom; Ron was still very much flabbergasted. He put on
his outer robe and threw his bag at Ron.

�Carry
that for me, Weasley. After all, you should get used to it, seeing how it�ll
probably be your future occupation.�

�HARRY!� Ron�s incredulous cry stopped
him as he opened the dormitory door. �Just what
has gotten into you? You�re... you�re acting like... like a snob!�

Harry
furrowed his eyebrows and sneered. It was true that Ron used to be a good
friend, but for some reason, Harry found him incredibly annoying this morning.
What was Harry thinking taking his hand all those years ago? He was a Potter,
descendent of a long lineage of famous and rich wizards. In comparison, the
Weasley family was more suited to be his servants. Harry was honoring the boy
by letting him carry his bag, and here he was, complaining that Harry was
acting like a snob. The nerve!

�I�d watch
my mouth if I were you, Weasley.� Harry raised his head as he talked so their
height difference wouldn�t seem so obvious. �Has anyone ever told you how rude
you are?�

Ron
finally shook himself out of the shock, and his brash Weasley rage took over.
Marching directly in front of Harry�s face, he reached out and grabbed the
shorter boy�s collar and snarled.

�Can you
blame me? I almost pounded Seamus for wanting to wake you up an hour ago
because I thought you needed the sleep, and I climbed all the way up here so
you wouldn�t be late for the first class. And
here you are, acting like a spoiled little brat for no reason at all, and you
expect me to be calm and polite?! Sod you, Harry!� Ron gave him a hard shove.

Harry
pressed his lips together, unimpressed by Ron�s speech. Weasley obviously
didn�t know what he was missing out on. He calmly smoothed over his shirt and
brandished his wand. �You are treading on dangerous ground here, Weasley. Think
about your position in our society. If I turn my back on you and claim you to
be dark, who would accept you? I could�ve denied your right to be standing
behind me a long time ago, but you�ve been loyal for so long. But if you can�t
take the position as a servant, I have no more need for you. As of today,
Weasley, our �friendship� is over. Good day and have a nice life.�

Ron
blocked his path before he could walk out.

�Harry,�
the redhead said with slight panic in his voice, �I know this is not you. It�s
probably your Zephyr thing making you act all crazy. You wouldn�t wake up in
the morning and suddenly change into... into Draco fucking Malfoy. Don�t worry,
I�ll take you to Hermione, we�ll find out what�s wrong with you.�

The boy
who lived just smirked. �Nothing�s wrong with me, Weasley. The truth is harsh,
isn�t it?� He shoved Ron out of his way and his smirk broadened. �Oh, and by
the way, did you know that Malfoy fancies me? He�s a great kisser, you know.
Think I�ll track him down for a snog before class;
teach him a little lesson for tricking me.�

He looked
back and truly enjoyed the bewildered and slightly disgusted look of Ron�s
dropped jaws. He winked at his ex-best friend and sauntered out. He loved
taunting Ron�s failing sanity, but he would not tell Ron about Malfoy�s Zephyr blood. He intended to play with Malfoy for
a while, get his revenge, and he didn�t want Ron to spoil his fun.

The way
down to Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the
enjoyable things Harry had ever come across. With his Zephyr glow in full
blossom, people literately stopped breathing at the sight of him. He took
advantage as well, smirking and winking at every admirer in sight, making at
least two third years faint in the middle of the hallway. As an added bonus,
Harry created a light breeze to follow him as he walked so his hair and robe
would billow slightly. He looked gorgeous, he was famous, people loved him, and
life was good.

When he
sat down in his seat (with most of Slytherin wanting to jump his bones, of
course), Hermione approached him with concern and asked in a hushed tone,
�Harry, why is your glow flaring so much today?�

Harry
raked his eyes over her and sniffed haughtily. �Because I
wanted it to. And who gave you permission to talk to me, mudblood?�

Hermione�s
eyes widened to an impossible state. �Harry... w... what?!�

He
chuckled. �It�s fine, I guess. At least you�re good
looking. If I didn�t have my eyes on a pureblood already, I think I can stomach
my disgust and shag you.�

�Oh my
god, who are you?� Ignoring the rest of the class, Hermione drew her wand and
pointed the tip at Harry.

A gust of
wind blew over her, so strong that Hermione had to shield her body against the
invisible onslaught and lost her wand in the process. The piece of wood changed
direction in midair and fell into Harry�s hand.

�Harry
James Potter,� Harry drawled as he handed back her wand, �the boy who lived.�

Hermione�s
eyes narrowed. �I will find out who
you really are. Polyjuice only lasts for an hour.�

Harry just
smirked. The door opened again and Ron walked in with Tonks
following tightly behind.

�Hermione,
there�s something wrong with Harry...� The redhead began to whisper as he sat
down on Hermione�s other side.

�I know. I
think it�s someone using the Polyjuice potion. But
it�s weird, because he used Harry�s Zephyr powers, and I didn�t think that Polyjuice can grant someone the original person�s powers as
well,� Hermione whispered back. Tonks had started the
class after sharing a look with a forlorn Draco. The blond was gripping his
chair tightly, glaring ever so slightly at the drooling student body; it seemed
like jealousy wasn�t just a Malfoy trait.

�No,
that�s really Harry. I just woke him up. He�s been acting weird since twenty
minutes ago.�

�But... but why would Harry call me a mudblood?�

�I think
it�s another Zephyr thing that the books didn�t mention.�

�Talk
later, Tonks is shushing us.� Ron looked up and saw
with slight embarrassment that their new professor was indeed glaring at them
both in a good natured way.

The class
went on normally despite Harry�s odd behavior. It was quite useless though,
seeing how at least half of the students couldn�t concentrate with Harry
sitting among them, pouring out sexual attraction so outrageously. It was an
all lecture day, and Hermione was pretty sure that she was the only person
taking notes. Tonks finally gave up trying to get
their attention and released them a whole hour early.

Draco Malfoy
packed up the quickest and escaped the room before any of his Slytherin
friends. It wouldn�t have mattered, because none of them were paying attention
to him. It was only when Harry followed Draco out that their eyes shifted
toward the door. Hermione tried to catch Harry, but Ron stopped her with a
thoughtful look in his eyes.

�By the
way, Harry said something... disturbing,� Ron filled Hermione in on their
conversation in the boys� dorm this morning as they made their way toward the
library in hope to find some answers about Harry�s sudden personality change.

�What did
he say?�

�

Ron looked
sick all of a sudden. �He said that he was going to snog
Malfoy.�

Hermione
closed her eyes and changed directions. �There�s something seriously wrong with
that boy. We need to find Professor Snape!�

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

Harry was
a born Seeker, so it was only natural that he enjoyed a good chase from time to
time. At the moment, Draco Malfoy was the best Golden Snitch he could find. But
he sauntered slowly, of course, he didn�t want to get
sweaty.

The blond
ran out of the classroom as soon as Tonks left, but
Harry had been following him at a moderate pace ever since. The other classes
were still in motion, so the hallways were relatively empty, much to Harry�s
delight. The Slytherin didn�t seem to be aware of his silent stalker and was
heading straight for the dungeons.

The stairs
ended and Harry knew from the lack of windows that he was in Slytherin
territory. About fifty paces ahead, Malfoy had stopped walking and leaned
against a crevice in the wall with a hand over his chest, panting with
exhaustion.

Harry
smoothly walked over, making sure that his shoes clicked softly against the
floor. Draco�s head shot up as he closed in on him. Silver eyes were immediately
glued to Harry�s face; the display of horror amused Harry to no end.

�Glad to
see me, Draco?� The green-eyed boy
put on his most charming smile and turned his Zephyr attraction up another
notch.

Draco
swallowed and his entire body began to shiver, whether from delight or fear,
Harry didn�t know. He backed away against the wall like a frightened little
animal and refused to meet Harry�s eyes.

�What�s
wrong, Draco? I thought you liked me.� Harry stepped closer and placed a hand
next to Draco�s ear against the wall, trapping Draco�s body with both his body
and intense gaze. His other hand lifted up Draco�s chin and rubbed the pale
skin with his thumb. �Didn�t you miss me at all after last night?�

Draco�s
chest rose and fell with quick succession. His eyes fluttered ever so slightly
as Harry�s light breath teased his skin. He nodded weakly and swallowed. Harry
took one look at his quivering Adam�s apple and went in for the kill.

Like a
hungry lion, Harry swooped down and took in a piece of skin on Draco�s neck in
between his teeth, grazed it lightly and let go.

�I know I
missed you. I couldn�t sleep at all
last night; just couldn�t get the feeling of your tongue out of my head. You
wouldn�t mind showing me how you devoured
my mouth again, would you?� Harry pouted mockingly. �Or, would you rather
let me devour you instead?�

The
complete look of lust on Draco�s face was too precious for words. If Harry had
known that a few words can reduce the great Slytherin Prince to this, he
would�ve done it a lot earlier. There was just a sudden boost of brazenness in
his blood today that made him do things he normally wouldn�t even fantasize
about. Now, he only wished that such an emotion had found him earlier, because
this was so much more fun than prancing around as the resident good-boy.

The
Gryffindor couldn�t wait any longer for a worded answer. He had wanted this
too; his earlier confession to Ron about Draco�s kissing skills was no lie.

He leaned
forward again and crushed his lips against Draco�s; his heart leaped at Draco�s
sudden moan. The blonde�s hands came up and wrapped themselves around his neck,
pulling him in with no less enthusiasm. The familiar taste of Draco�s tongue
overwhelmed his mind.

There was
quite a bit of moaning and sucking, neither boy was willing to succumb to the
other�s antics. The tension of their heated battle over control only raised the
stakes higher, and it was in a moment of mixed Gryffindor bravery and Slytherin
ambition that drove Harry to utilize the ultimate tactic.

He ground
his hardened arousal against Draco�s, and watched in satisfaction as the
blonde�s knees gave away and fell limply into Harry�s embrace.

Cradling
Draco�s slightly bigger body in his arms, Harry nuzzled his neck and planted
fleeting kisses where the blood pulsated beneath reddening skin. �How was that,
Draco?� Harry asked, his voice sultry
and seductive, his question seemingly innocent, as if he didn�t know exactly
what his effect on Draco was.

�So...
good...� Draco�s arms were wound loosely around Harry�s shoulders; his head
fell submissively to the side. Harry�s lips were still moving, creating both
heat and tenderness wherever they traveled.

�I want to
consume you, Draco, all of you.� Words left Harry�s mouth without first
processing through his brain. Some part of him cried out that he would never
say such absurd and bold things on a normal day, but the other part shushed him
immediately and told him to go on with kissing Draco�s succulent flesh.

�All
yours...�

Harry
smirked and reminded himself that he still had a plan to carry out, one so
cunning and devious that it would normally never pass through a true Gryffindor�s brain. He shrugged mentally; it wasn�t as if
he was a complete Gryffindor anyway. A simple relapse in judgment was what it
was. If he had the chance, he�d go back and tell the Sorting Hat to place him
in Slytherin. Just think of all the possibilities, all the fun he and Draco
could�ve had in the wee hours of the night, biting their lips so the verbal
evidences of their nightly trysts would not alarm their roommates.

Such
fantasies drove another onslaught of desire toward Harry�s groin. Unable to
stop himself, he ground forward once more. As expected, Draco lost all
conscious thought again. The silence of the hallway was pervaded with the
blonde�s moan.

Not
letting Draco go, Harry lifted his head slightly and began to trace the outer
shell of Draco�s ear with his tongue, knowing fully well how the sensations
were affecting Draco�s already fragile sanity and control.

�Just
think, Draco, if only you had told me earlier that you turned me into a
Zephyr.... We�ve spent too long dodging each other when we could�ve been doing
this. Feels good, doesn�t it, love?�

Harry had
expected Draco to nod profusely, to beg to be touched, or to break down in his
arms and apologize for his misdeeds. What Harry didn�t expect was to have Draco
suddenly tense up and withdraw from his warm embrace.

�Wh... what?� Draco asked with a
dubious expression. Harry had to admit, the Slytherin was truly a natural born
actor; his mask of ignorance would�ve fooled Harry completely if he hadn�t seen
Draco�s wings with his own eyes last night.

Harry
grabbed Draco�s chin gently and put on a disarming smile. �It�s
okay, Draco, I don�t mind anymore, not when I know I can make you feel like
this. Just tell me, how did you manage to turn me into a magical beast anyway?�

�Harry...
I didn�t... what are you talking about?�

Draco was
denying and Harry was losing grasp on the situation. The Gryffindor put on
another easy grin and pulled the tense Slytherin into his arms again; one of
his hands stroked Draco�s hair while the other gently massaged Draco�s
backside.

�I
would�ve figured it out eventually, silly. Neither of my parents were Zephyrs.
And if these creatures are as rare as the books suggest, it must be an
incredible coincidence to have two of us in the same year of the same school.�
Harry laughed. �And here I thought you hated me all these years. Were the
sneers just results of sexual frustration, ways to show your feelings while you
researched the Dark Arts for a way to turn me into your kind? Does your kind
have some sort of power over each other? Why is it that out of Seamus, Justin
and you, I only get breathless from your kiss? Huh? Tell me, Draco, tell me.�

Draco was
silent, but Harry would not relent. He put on some pressure and squeezed
Draco�s ribs against his chest.

�Harry,
you�re hurting me.�

�Tell me,
Draco,� Harry ignored Draco�s raspy plead; his voice no longer sultry or sweet,
�what did you do to me? Is it Voldemort�s plan? Turn
the boy who lived into a beast so the Wizarding world
would forsake him, and then seduce him to the Death Eaters� circle with
promises of mind-blowing sex from none other than the son of Voldemort�s right hand man?

�You think
very highly of yourself, don�t you, Draco?� Harry chuckled deep within his
throat and embraced Draco even harder. The blond was now officially trying to
squirm out of the iron-clad arms, gasping for air. After an excruciating long
minute, Harry released Draco and threw him backwards against the wall.
Shimmering blond locks made contact with the cold stone, and Draco fell
ungracefully onto the ground. Harry flinched at the sound of impact, but
gritted his teeth anyway. Malfoy had hurt him, he was just giving retribution.

�You�re a
good kisser, Draco,� Harry bent at the knees and mocked him, pushing that
annoying little thing called �conscience� out of his mind, �but you�re not that good. I�ll give you ten seconds to
tell me what you were trying to succeed by turning me into a Zephyr.�

�

�Harry...
you have...�

�Ten,
nine...�

�...The
wrong person....�

�Eight,
seven...�

�I don�t
understand...�

�Six,
five...�

�Weren�t
you always...�

�Four,
three...�

�...A
Zephyr?�

�...Feigning
ignorance won�t get you anywhere, Malfoy.�

A soft
sigh escaped from Draco�s lips. One look into Harry�s jaded eyes and he knew
that he was exempt from a gruesome hex... for now. But he also knew that if his
personality was anything to go by, he�d have to explain this mess in ten
minutes or less. Malfoys were never known for their
patience. Even the kindest of Malfoys took vengeance
seriously, and while Draco wasn�t dark like his parents, he knew he was no
angel either.

It was
with a strong resilience which Draco passed off as a part of Harry�s attributes
that he took a few steps back and began to speak, all the while fighting the
itch that was urging him to march forth and claim his rightful mate.

�Harry,
I�ll tell you what I know, I owe you that much. But I honestly had no idea that
your father had no Zephyr lineage. I have books, one-of-the-kind publications
about Zephyrs, including the diary of Artemis Malfoy, the earliest known Zephyr
in my family. I�ll help you figure this out, but you have to trust me, my
intentions are nothing but noble.�

Harry gave
a bark-like laugh. �You�re a Slytherin, Malfoy, and you�ve hated me for years.
Trusting you is like trusting that horrid Hagrid not
to bring dangerous beasts into his lessons.�

Draco
winced at the first comment. �Listen to what you�re saying, Harry...�

�Don�t
call me by my given name!�

�Fine!�
Draco shouted back; no longer able to stand the sight of Harry�s hateful glare.
As much as he wanted to cuddle Harry at the moment, there was still this
unexplainable anger inside of him. If felt odd, like he was completely
incapable of controlling his emotions, the good and the bad. �Listen to your
own words, Potter! People don�t just
wake up one morning and decide that they�re better than their friends. Five
years at Hogwarts should teach you that something this bizarre must be a
product of magic. You�re not yourself right now, literally! Don�t you think
that I�m also acting odd? That�s because we fucking switched personalities!�

�I knew
it! You cursed me!�

�Oh for
Merlin�s sake, how hard can it be to figure this out?! Didn�t you read about
it? I�m sure that the Hogwarts library has some books about Zephyrs!�

�Don�t
change the subject, Malfoy!�

�I�m not!�

�Just tell
me the fucking truth already!�

�The truth
is that we�re mates, dammit!�

Green eyes
narrowed. �And what is that supposed to mean?�

Draco
threw his hands up into the air and flopped ungracefully onto the ground.

�Zephyrs
are magical beasts, so inherently they possess traits from both sides � the
magical side and the beast side. All beasts, with the exception of Phoenixes,
mate with another of its kind at one point, and Zephyrs are no exceptions.�

�Mate?
You mean...�

�It�s a
bond, Potter, a psychological, emotional, physical, and magical bond. It
transcends parental bonds, sibling bonds, friendship bonds, and even some
marriage bonds. When two magical beasts bond their supernatural properties tend
to triple in intensity. One mate will have the power to heal the other, even in
extreme circumstances. Zephyrs are more... complicated, and that�s why our
bonding process involves three stages instead of the usual one.�

�Explain.�

�I don�t
think this is the place to talk, Potter.�

�You have
three minutes.�

Draco
leaned back and hit his head purposely against the wall, hating his damned
Malfoy superiority. Was Draco Malfoy this hard to talk to? Merlin, it was a
miracle that he had any friends at all.

�The first
stage is eye contact; the principle is the same as Occlumency
and Legilimency. When two mates look into each
other�s eyes for the first time, the magic-induced allure is triggered on the
submissive, and the dominant is temporarily released from the �itch�, a signal
that they�ve found their Intended.�

�What�s
the �itch�?� A trickle of curiosity flowed out from Harry�s question. Draco
recognized that tone, it meant that Harry was truly intrigued but didn�t want
to seem ignorant. Harry, despite his scowl, seemed more relaxed, and Draco knew
that if he wanted a chance to melt the inner Slytherin, it was now.

Daringly,
he gently grabbed Harry�s left hand and pulled the boy down to his lowered
height. Harry�s eyes didn�t waver from his, and Draco didn�t look away in fear
of startling him. He then placed Harry�s palm over his chest, where the
resonance of his heavy heartbeat drummed violently against his ribcages, and
whispered with as much desire as he could muster.

�It�s a
pull, starting from the base of my stomach, traveling up my chest, tickling
over my throat, and ends here, at my heart, telling me with every pulsation of
my magic that I want you for myself.�

Harry
shivered quite visibly and yanked back his hand. It took a few seconds for the
bespectacled boy to compose himself, but he did manage it. Draco chuckled
inwardly, hating the fact that if it weren�t for his own stubborn personality,
this conversation would probably go a lot smoother.

A cruel
laughter echoed off the walls. Draco flinched at the foreign ring, not liking
how Harry�s voice sounded with such horrible intentions behind it. Malfoys always smiled when they�re ruthless, but Harry
wasn�t a Malfoy, he was just temporarily trapped inside of Draco�s personality.

�You�re a
real piece of work, aren�t you, Malfoy? Pretty words and a pretty face and you
think you can fool the world. I won�t ask you again, Malfoy, why did you turn
me into a Zephyr?�

Draco
pushed himself up from the floor. His insides were waging battles against each
other, and his breakfast was fighting its way out. Harry�s rejection, earlier
and current, affected him in ways deeper than he could possibly imagine. If he
stayed there arguing with the twisted Gryffindor any longer, he just might die
from heartbreak.

�I think
it�d be best if we save the rest of the conversation for tomorrow, Potter.�

�We�re not
done, Malfoy.�

�Tomorrow,
Harry. I don�t think I can say anymore at this rate.�

�What are
you pulling now, scum?�

Another
tremor invaded Draco�s shuddering frame. Did Harry hate him that much? He tried
to take a step toward the side but Harry�s arm shot out and blocked his way.

�You�re
not leaving until I say so, you fucking asshole.�

�Stop!�
Draco cried out and clutched his chest with quivering hands. He sank to his
knees and gasped for breath. Harry�s hateful rant continued; the bitter words
were all he heard and they surrounded him, closed in on him, cut off his air
and any sane thoughts left in his fragile mind.

�Fuck you,
Malfoy! I�m not letting you go without a decent answer! Tell me, Death Eater,
and I�ll leave you to rot in whatever hell you deserve.�

�Stop!!! God... Harry... please, stop....�

�Get up,
Malfoy. We�re not finished. Get up and finish our talk, stop faking.�

Draco
lifted his head so Harry could see for himself the two streams of tears flowing
down his cheek, see the redness of his eyes, see the haunted emptiness within
his grey irises, pupils that were surrounded by a faint ring of green.

�You�re
killing me, Harry... quite literally.�

�You can
die later for all I care. But you�re not going anywhere until you�ve done
explaining.�

He hates me...

It was
then that Draco collapsed into a dead faint at Harry Potter�s feet, his
bloodless hand still clutching tightly around the front of his sweat-drenched
shirt. The boy who lived let loose a silent gasp and prodded the still body
with his feet. Draco�s body convulsed.

Harry
looked around him and made sure that no one was watching before he ran off to
the safety of his dormitory. He had not intended for it to go this far.
Hopefully, someone would find Malfoy before it was too late. �

- TBC
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