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Wind Rider

- SuishouTenshi

REPOST: 11/01/07

A/N: It�s been... hell... this
week. Simply hell.

Chapter Nine

Harry
Potter felt trapped in his own body as he jogged away from the direction of the
dungeons. He agitatedly grazed his nails against the wall as he went, wondering
why the corridors were devoid of any signs of human movement. Of course he knew
that classes weren�t out yet and only Tonks would be lenient enough to release
them early, but usually there would a few students with no classes wandering
around. His eyes flickered back toward where one Draco Malfoy was still lying
unconscious, and silently berated himself for letting it go this far.

There was
a soft voice in his head that was urging him to turn around and help the fallen
Slytherin; though on the large part Harry couldn�t wait to run to somewhere
far, far away. He didn�t want to get into trouble with the professors. As
cowardly and un-Gryffindor as it seemed, Harry just couldn�t put his good
reputation in jeopardy. He was the
savior of the Wizarding world, after all.

His
footsteps quieted as he passed by the closed door of Snape�s Fourth Year
classroom. The greasy-haired wizard was doubtless terrorizing his students as
usual; the probability that he would let a student go out to even use the
toilet was low.

Harry sped
up once he turned the corner, only to find Ron and Hermione a foot in front of
him.

The three
Gryffindors stared at one another in a slightly dazed manner before Hermione
snapped into action and grasped one of Harry�s arms.

�Hey, let
me go, Granger! I�ll hex you!�

Hermione
didn�t heed Harry�s livid warnings. �Dumbledore is not here so we�ll have to go
to the next best thing, Harry. Professor Snape will figure out what�s wrong
with you. Ron, get his other arm!�

Ron
glanced between the two for a troubled second before shrugging unapologetically
at Harry, am unspoken evidence that he was still sore about Harry�s earlier
comments. With a lanky Weasley at his side, Harry could do no more than
struggle pathetically as the two dragged him toward Snape�s classroom.

�Oi, Snape
has a class; you can�t take me to him now. He�ll kill you!�

Hermione
didn�t even bat an eye as she cast a silencing charm on Harry along with a
disarming spell which rendered Harry wandless. With the boy�s mouth completely
muffled, they pushed him toward the same direction that he just came from,
toward Snape�s private rooms, toward Draco Malfoy�s comatose body.

Harry
screamed soundlessly. If they saw Malfoy, they would instantly trace the cause
of his faint back to Harry. He rooted his feet to the ground and refused to be
moved. Finally sick of his thrashes, Ron huffed and lifted him over his
shoulder with surprising ease.

Harry groaned.
Why did the Gryffindors have to be so annoyingly stubborn? He was perfectly
fine, damn it. Why would they automatically assume that something was wrong
just because he woke up one morning and decided that they weren�t good enough
to be his friends? Wait... didn�t Malfoy also say something about that?

Speaking
of which...

�Ron,
look...� Hermione�s voice sounded tight and confused. With Harry�s eyes facing
Ron�s lower back, the only view he had was his best friend�s ass, but there was
not a doubt in his mind that they had just returned to the �scene of the
crime�.

�Is
that... Malfoy!� Harry�s small frame was bumped
unceremoniously against Ron�s bony shoulder as the latter broke into a small
jog with Hermione by his side. Harry had stopped struggling; there was no point
in doing so.

�Is he
alive?� The bespectacled boy rolled his eyes at Ron�s question. Of course
Malfoy was alive; Harry didn�t do anything except yell at him. It was the
blonde�s fault for having such fragile ears.

�I think
so.�

Harry
wished that Ron would set him down. Not only was his blood rushing to his head,
he really wanted to see what was going on.

�Okay,
Harry, Ron will let you down, but you have to promise me that you�ll stop
struggling.�

He lifted his
head and nodded, it wasn�t as if he could do much with his current physique.
Blood went back to his body, and he surveyed the surroundings with a calm
composure. If he didn�t look guilty, the mudblood wouldn�t know to connect the
dots between him and Malfoy.

�Harry,
what did you do to Malfoy?!�

Green-eyes
bulged out behind black frames. How did the mudblood do it? Harry was sure that
his expression was one of pure innocence!

Seeing his
disbelieving look, Hermione just sighed and started pushing him toward Snape�s
chambers, leaving a disgruntled Ron to pick up Malfoy behind them. �Harry, how
stupid do you think I am? Ron told me about your comment about snogging Malfoy,
and everyone saw you head out of Defense right behind him. Twenty minutes later
we find you walking guiltily away from the dungeons. Once we get to Snape�s
rooms, I will remove the silencing spell, and you will tell us word by word
what happened between last night and this morning.�

Harry
rolled his eyes again and growled though no sound came out. If she was so
smart, then why didn�t she figure out that Malfoy was responsible for his
current overly feminine state? He was getting used to the looks and attention,
but he still would�ve liked to be told before such a major change was implemented
on his person.

Snape�s
rooms were locked, of course, and no amount of Alohamora�s could break it. So the three took up seat in the
hallway and let an uncomfortable silence pass between them. When Hermione�s
watch signaled the end of morning classes, all breathed sighs of relief.

The
professor in question showed up a few minutes later, billowing robe and all.
His first reaction was one of shock and annoyance, which turned quickly into
anger at the sight of his unconscious student.

�Potter!
What did you do to Draco?!�

Harry
looked back incredulously. Why was everything his fault? Ron had just as likely
an agenda to punch the lights out of the Slytherin. Perhaps it was well that
Hermione took away his voice and his wand, because he was currently annoyed
enough to throw around random curses.

�Professor,�
Hermione stood up and spoke in Harry�s place, �Harry has been acting odd since
this morning. We think it�s because of the thing that happened over the summer.
And on our way to see you, we found Malfoy lying in the corridors, unconscious.
He has no wounds, and seems to be simply sleeping.�

Snape
raked two beady eyes over Hermione�s face, unimpressed with her steadfast voice
and unwavering poise. He huffed audibly and opened his door with a murmured word.
A Mobilicorpus was cast on Draco, and
the Slytherin�s body was directed into the professor�s room. When Hermione and
Ron were trying to follow in, however, Snape just scowled at them.

�The three
of you are excused from classes this afternoon and tomorrow. You two,� he
stared at Hermione and Ron, �take Potter here back to his dorms, feed him
Dreamless Sleep, Draught of Living Dead, hit his head with a vase, I don�t
care. Just get him to stay there and come back tomorrow morning. Tell no one of
what transgressed here today.�

The door
shut in front of their faces, leaving the three Gryffindors stunned and quite
offended. Though at this point in their lives, all knew better than to argue
with Snape�s commands.

Hermione
sighed and turned around to prod Harry with her wand. �You heard him, Harry.
It�s for your own good. Walk back without resistance, or I�ll tell Ron to haul
you up again. It�s your dignity, your choice.�

Harry
mouthed back a few choice words which Hermione decided to dismiss for the sake of
their friendship. Ron, however, was less forgiving and immediately glared at
the black-haired Seeker. �Ginny keeps a vase on her nightstand, I could always
borrow it, you know.�

And the
rest of their day was spent without much trouble.

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

When Ron
woke up the next morning, Harry was already alert. The green-eyed teen was
pacing frantically next to Ron�s bed, still wearing yesterday�s clothes, and
wringing his fingers so hard that Ron was surprised he wasn�t bleeding yet.

�What are you
doing?� Ron asked groggily.

Ink-black
tresses bounced around as Harry�s head twisted around in shock. �Ron.�

Said boy
wrinkled his nose. �So I�m �Ron� again, eh? Got that stick out of your arse,
did ya?�

Harry
rushed forward and seated himself next to Ron�s body, his eyes brimming with
worry and regret. �I�m so sorry, Ron. I don�t know what came over me
yesterday!�

Ron shook
his head exasperatedly and tugged on Harry�s arm so he could sit completely on
the bed. He then closed the hangings and cast a silencing charm over his
four-poster.

�So it was
just a one-day thing? You haven�t suddenly turned into a spoiled brat and
forsaken me because I�m poor?�

Harry
groaned. �Ron! I called Hermione the �M� word! You had to realize that it
wasn�t me. Well, it was me, but it was like there was another person inside of
me, and I didn�t even realize what I was saying to you.... Am I making sense?�

�Not
much.�

�You�re
rather calm about this.�

�Hey, I
had fun threatening to hit you with Ginny�s vase last night. The only annoying
part was when Hermione�s silencing charm kept on wearing off and when you
started to scream like a bleeding banshee.� Ron smirked.

�I�m not
going to argue with you.�

�Because you�d lose.� Ron�s expression turned grim again. �Oh,
and mate, what�s going on between you and the ferret?�

Both of
Harry�s eyes twitched; the right one at the mention of Draco, the left at the
word �mate�. He remembered everything that happened yesterday in the corridors.
While he was still mystified concerning his sudden magical beast status, he now
knew that yesterday�s Malfoy was genuinely telling the truth. The confused and
hurt look in Draco�s eyes said everything, and Harry was just too much of a
bastard to realize it. Even though he didn�t hurt Draco�s physically (not much,
anyway), his words probably did all the work for him. Harry had never cursed at
someone so harshly in his life, and with his first try, he managed to render
someone unconscious. It was a talent that Harry didn�t want to possess.

And the
things he did with Malfoy before their argument! Harry was blushing just
thinking about it. He had been so foolishly bold, so shamelessly flirtatious,
and so... gay!

Harry
shook his head free of any of those thoughts; it wouldn�t do to get excited in
front of Ron. When he had first woken up that morning and thought back to the
events of yesterday, it had taken him a good fifteen minutes to calm down.

�I�ll...
explain later,� he said with scarlet cheeks.

�Harry...�

�C�mon,
Hermione is probably waiting for us downstairs. We still have to see Snape.�

Ron
snorted. �Why? You�re back to normal. Why do we need to see that git when we
don�t have to?�

�It�s more
complicated than that, Ron. Just come, I�m just as confused as you are, and
maybe Snape can give all of us some answers.�

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

Snape was
taller, stronger, older, and more devious. So matter how much Draco begged and
implored, the potions master would not give him one of the Zephyr calming
draughts. Draco had tried threats, which quickly turned into pleads for
release. The young Slytherin�s mind was still horribly unfocused due to the
sharp pain twisting away in his chest; even a night of agreeable rest wasn�t
enough to take away the unseen knives that were cutting away at the remains of
a tattered heart.

�Uncle
Severus, I need it. You�ve no idea... this pain... I need it....� Draco kept
his eyes on his unnaturally pale hands which twisted away at his shoelaces. His
body was bent from its position on the chair, his chest glued to his thighs.
Draco rocked himself back and forth, begging sleep to take him again; his
whimpers and choked sobs sounded like distorted lullabies.

Severus
said nothing, merely sat very still in his chair, staring unblinkingly through
the moldy dungeon air. Draco didn�t dare look up, afraid to find impatience and
anger in the eyes of a man whom he had come to love like a second father. Ever
since he woke at dawn from a fitful nightmare, he had been begging Severus
nonstop for something to take away
the gnawing feeling. He could feel the tendrils of heartbreak climbing up his
spine, journeying dangerously toward a muddled brain. He knew that if he let
the feeling get to his head, if he actually thought about the events of
yesterday, the ultimate ending would not be pleasant. But thankfully, he was
only feeling, not thinking, not remembering.

That is,
until the sharp aura that was so indubitably Harry made its way through the
cracks of the wooden barrier. A knock followed, and the unlocked door creaked
open without protest. Severus and Draco looked up simultaneously and saw the
Gryffindor triumvirate standing over the threshold.

The Golden
Boy sought out Draco�s eyes immediately. While the blond was relieved to find the
hatred and distrust to be replaced by guilt and concern, he also couldn�t help
himself as his mind took the inopportune moment to take a trip down memory
lane.

Asshole, scum, Death Eater, slut,
liar, beast...
With a bit of Harry�s personality still lingering inside of him, Draco couldn�t
stop the self-assessment. He was seen in most people�s eyes as an undeniable
future Death Eater, kisser of hems and all things rotten and evil. He had
practically forced his lips on the reluctant Gryffindor, and then turned around
and messed with the boy�s hormones and mind. He used his looks and quick tongue
to smother any sort of protest the already vulnerable Gryffindor could�ve, and
by all means, probably would�ve made.

As his
thoughts whirled themselves into one bottomless eddy, Draco had realized too
late that his eyes were still connected to Harry�s. And through his
self-doubting, Harry had seen not only the twisting bereavement, but also two
trails of unforgiving tears trickling down ashen cheeks.

�Malfoy, I...�
Harry started instantly, green eyes opened so wide that it made him look like a
terrified puppy. Draco felt his stomach gurgle at the sound of his surname,
feeling a bit of bile rising up to his mouth.

Salazar,
how he hated his surname then! Didn�t Harry ever use his first name? Even
Granger had called him Draco a few times during their usual childish bickering.
But with Harry, it was always �Malfoy�. He only used �Draco� during yesterday�s
false seduction. Three syllables and Harry had already managed to wedge the
knife even deeper into Draco�s bleeding insides.

�Lock the
door, Granger,� Severus� arctic order interrupted just as another whimper
threatened to pass through Draco�s nasal passage. The fuzzy-haired Prefect
obliged as the three friends took a few more steps into the professor�s private
sitting room.

But
Draco�s eyes didn�t shift once, not even when Harry so tantalizingly bit his
bottom lip. He held Harry�s gaze, demanding quietly for Harry to notice him,
him and no one else.

�Malfoy,� Harry
said it again, that name without a face, �I came to apologize. Yesterday... I
don�t know what got over me. While I�m still intrigued to hear your
explanations, I want you to know first that had I been in the right mind, I
would never have treated you with such horrid manners. I do hope you�re feeling
better. You didn�t look very well... when you collapsed.�

Harry�s
first few sentences were said without pause, so well rehearsed that Draco saw
the workings of a Granger behind the words instantly. His last two sentences,
however, were pronounced with much jittering and stumbling. Was that it then?
Was Harry prepared to accept him? Or more importantly, was that enough to drive
away the smoldering ache that was still threatening to drive Draco insane?

To that,
Draco said nothing. Severus and Harry�s best friends felt compelled to not
intervene. They left the two (former?) enemies to their heavy silence, until
finally, Harry spoke again.

This time,
it wasn�t so full of guilt, but the concern was still there. However, Harry�s
face was shadowed by a dark look so full of frustrated anguish it made Draco
forget his own agony for a second.

�It�s just
so bloody infuriating. I... I didn�t know what to do. Wings are useful and all,
but where had they come from?� Harry asked rhetorically. He had withdrawn from
their interlocking stare, and began to busy himself with small paces around the
chair that he was standing near. Ink-stained hands flew as he ranted, and Draco
made himself focus on those almost perfect digits while he listened.

�No one
could tell me anything, not Dumbledore or Remus or even any of the school�s
sodding books. We looked and researched everywhere and found next to nothing.
My mother born and died a muggleborn witch, and my father never had any Zephyr
blood in him. What am I then, adopted?! I don�t
understand any of this.

�And then
you came strutting about the dead of the night, and you... you... you did that and I... and it just became too...
difficult and even more confusing and I... and yesterday when I... I
couldn�t... it was... and then you had wings... and...�

Draco
could see clearly that Harry was on the brink of a breakdown. Harry hadn�t
known, he really hadn�t known about his own heritage, hadn�t had tons of
reading materials there to help him adjust to the idea as he grew up, no
parents to hold his hands as he came to his inheritance. Amid his own torment,
Draco had just realized how lonely Harry had been, and how he certainly didn�t
help matters with his frightening shows of sudden affection.

�Potter,�
Severus said, handing over a flask of lilac colored potion, his voice still icy
but not meaningfully brusque. Draco noted absentmindedly that it was a calming
draught, albeit different from the special dosage that he was currently craving
for.

Harry took
it with shaky hands. Weasley and Granger had put their hands on his shoulder
and arms for support, causing a wave of jealous nausea to wash over the
Slytherin Zephyr. Harry, whose cheeks regained their color after taking the
potion, continued.

�I thought
things would get easier when school started. I thought Dumbledore would bring
me some sort of explanation. That�s what he does, ya know, explain things. But
he�s not here, and I�m still trapped in the dark. Then you... your words
yesterday.... Please, Malfoy, tell me the truth. What happened to me? I know
that you�re not responsible, but you obviously know more about Zephyrs than I
do. So please... I...�

Draco
closed his eyes, half because the throbbing in his chest still clawed at him,
but more importantly, because he was finally about to give Harry the
explanations that no one else could offer. Somehow, the knowledge that he alone
could take away a bit of Harry�s sorrows made his own misery less noticeable to
his consciousness.

Not once
did he realize, even in his own head, that he had not even attempted to blame
Harry for the pain that he was forced to endure.

�I think I
know why Dumbledore took such a time to retire.� Draco spoke, surprising
everyone with his calm tone and gruff voice.

Everyone
stared, and rightfully so. While almost every student in the school felt it odd
that Dumbledore chose the worst time possible to go on Sabbatical, none had a
reasonable theory. How Draco Malfoy of all people knew the answer to their
question was anyone�s guess. Even Snape, who had been treated with a twinkling
smile when he politely berated Dumbledore for leaving so abruptly, was leaning
forward to hear Draco�s words.

�He didn�t
want you to ask him, Ha... Potter,� Draco corrected belatedly, reminding
himself that yesterday, the Harry in a Slytherin�s personality had requested
rather violently to never refer to him with his first name.

�Why not?
He promised me... after last year, he promised to tell me everything he could,
everything he knew. He said he wouldn�t hold secrets from me anymore.�

Draco
didn�t understand what Harry was saying. When had Dumbledore ever held back
from his prized student? But nonetheless, this only made his theory more
plausible.

�That�s
just it. He promised not to hold back anything from you. And if he had stayed,
his duty to be honest with you would�ve ruined everything.�

�Ruined
what?�

Draco
searched the trusting emerald eyes, praying to the most noble of Malfoys that
he would have a chance, for what he was about to reveal to the enchanting
Zephyr meant everything to his survival. The pain subsided a little at the
thought of holding Harry in his arms again. This was what he had dreamt of all
his life, what had kept him up in the wee hours of the night as a young boy,
giggling madly to himself under the silk covers, conjuring up fantasies of a
lifelong playmate, someone to hold on to for eternity, someone to call his own.
It mattered little now that this lifelong mate of his was someone of the same
gender, Draco had no preferences; he only had raw desire, fitting for someone
with a magical beast�s blood. Harry was his now, and he�d fight death itself
for the rights to Harry�s body, heart, and soul.

�Ruined us,� Draco uttered. �He couldn�t tell you,
or we would cease to be. We�re
Zephyrs, proud riders of the wind. And as I said yesterday, you�re my Intended,
chosen by the Fates. To claim you, I had to be the first to tell you who you
belonged to. Dumbledore knew that I had come to my inheritance as a Zephyr.
How, I haven�t the faintest idea. But if you had went to him, asking about me
(since we were bound to see each other in school) and the strange things
occurring and the unexplainable feelings rising in you at the sight of me, he
would be honor bound to answer.

�It�s an
important part of Zephyr bonding, for the dominant to personally inform his
submissive of her new status. Without it, whatever future relationship we develop,
it will not be as strong. The dominant would feel less inclined to look after
his Intended, and the submissive would have a stronger need to stray, to
betray. I think Dumbledore didn�t want that to happen to us. When we bond...�

�Stop
that, Malfoy, please. There is no �us�,� Harry stated very quietly with his
head down. Draco could vaguely see the shocked horror on the other two
Gryffindor�s faces, and understanding dawning on Severus� usually grim
expression.

He only
glanced at them for half a second, because as soon as the words flew from
Harry�s mouth, he lost the last traces of the Gryffindor honor left in him from
yesterday, and the true Slytherin returned.

Draco saw
red. Harry�s flat-out refusal completely shattered the already fragile dam he
had tried to build around his heart. The previously waning ache returned; its
strength increased tenfold. Blinded by the excruciating onslaught, Draco could
sit still no longer. He could feel crimson blood pooling around his eyes, the
desire to possess became overwhelmingly alarming. Hurt turned into rage.

With a
roar fierce enough to rival that of a true lion�s, Draco jumped up and reached
Harry�s side in a flash. He grasped the shorter boy�s shoulders and shook him
violently, his own vision blurring from unwilling tears.

�WHY DON�T YOU WANT ME?!� he howled, as
if screaming from the top of his abused lungs was the only way to distract him
from the pain. His fingertips tingled as he felt the warmth under Harry�s thin
cloak, and he knew without a doubt that he needed such warmth with him, in him.

Without
warning, he untied the knot around Harry�s neck and threw his cloak to the
floor. His deft fingers loosened the first few buttons on the boy�s shirt.
Hands wandered in, touching Harry�s neck, shoulders, chest, and just about
every piece of golden skin he could feel. He wanted it so badly, and Harry was
hot everywhere. Draco hadn�t realized it, but he had also unintentionally
released his wings, ripping his borrowed shirt soundly. Harry, who was too shocked
to respond immediately, was then suffocated by a familiar unforgiving
kiss.�

The
contact was a short one. Before Draco could thrust in his tongue, Ron had
pulled him away with impressive strength.

�Get off
him, you crazy bastard!�

Draco
didn�t even blink. Ron was supporting Harry by the shoulders... half bare
shoulders. Later, Draco would often ponder how he had managed to do what he
did, but at the moment, he gave no care as he banished Ron to a nearby wall
with a flicker of his hand. The gust of wind that mysteriously appeared was
strong enough to knock everyone else off their feet as well.

With Harry
sprawled so deliciously on the grey stone ground, Draco couldn�t help himself
as he pounced on Harry and licked a languid trail along the trembling
brunette�s throat. Harry�s hands found themselves at his chest, and the smaller
boy pushed. But with his shrunken muscles, Harry did not succeed. When he tried
to scream, Draco quickly clamped his lips over Harry�s, and kissed him so
ferociously the muffled cries eventually turned into moans. Talented Seeker
fingers unclenched, two shy thumbs began to explore through the coarse material
dangling dangerously on Draco�s chest.

Draco kept
himself up with one arm, the other waved again to create a semi-permanent draft
to keep the three onlookers at bay. He then let down his wings gently,
shielding Harry�s body from plain view. He kept his urges in control within the
self created shield, only failing when Harry took the initiative and raised his
hips to meet Draco�s.

Silver
eyes shot open at the sensation. He growled into Harry�s mouth and saw jade
colored orbs meeting his with a dazed look of worship.

He had
done it then. Harry Potter was his.

Draco withdrew
from that sweet crevice and assaulted his second favorite area on the
Gryffindor�s body. He lapped eagerly at Harry�s throat, licking away the salty
sweat that was slowly forming there. Draco then put more weight on his knees
and slid his free hands up Harry�s shirt, needing this blazing warmth.

His
control on the environment slipped when Harry cupped his cheeks and brought him
back up for a slow kiss. As the howling wind suddenly came to an end, he
vaguely heard someone cry �Stupefy�
before losing consciousness, sprawled over his Intended.

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

He didn�t
feel the immediate worry for the blond, not really. Harry was just sick of
being trapped in his own room with his two very much horrified friends asking
him left and right just what he was thinking. The truth was,
Harry�s brain had conveniently stopped functioning when Draco Malfoy came near
him, so he hadn�t been thinking at all.

No, he
didn�t think. He felt. He felt with his own fingers the smoothness of the
Slytherin�s heated skin. He felt his body relax in a way that it had never done
before under the blonde�s care. He felt his worries float away, his heart
swelling with want, his skin tingling whenever those
lips fell upon his.

It felt
wrong though, in retrospect. He knew he should�ve fought harder against
Malfoy�s forcefulness, should�ve done more than just giving light shoves that
probably fooled no one but himself. It just felt so nice to be wanted, to have
someone so incredible handsome as Draco Malfoy raging with despair over a few
words that he muttered to save face in front of his friends. Malfoy had touched
him in ways that no one dared before, and in dong so, woken up the teenage side
of the boy that he didn�t dare explore before.

How can
you stand that bastard�s touch? Ron had asked, face flaming with rage. Hermione
had looked around the empty dorm nervously, as if someone would appear from
thin air and then carry this piece of gossip beyond the warded walls. Harry
just sat on his bed, mind involuntarily lingering on the blond, wondering how
Malfoy was fairing from Hermione�s powerful stunner.

You like
boys? Hermione had asked gingerly in disbelief. Harry denied her accusation
though, but offered no explanation to his previous behaviors. After all, he was
just as confused as she was.

He then
left the room, and neither of his friends chased after him. Harry let his feet
carry him back to Snape�s room, where the black-haired professor was keeping
the unconscious Malfoy. The potions master was unusually quiet during this
morning�s events, and had flung no insults even when he deducted fifty points
from Gryffindor. When he was impatiently ushering the trio out, he had snuck a
piece of paper into Harry�s hands, on it was written a word.

Harry
reached the professor�s door and found it locked this time. He knocked and
received no response. Remembering the note Snape gave him,
he muttered the word experimentally and was slightly surprised to see it open
with no resistance.

The
sitting room had been restored to its earlier state, before Malfoy�s Zephyr
gales rendered it a completely disaster. Even in the afternoon, the dungeon was
dark and gloomy.

�Professor?� Harry had called out softly before recalling that Snape taught First
Years on Tuesday afternoons. He himself was excused from class for what
happened yesterday, but Snape still had to teach.

A loud
creak reached Harry�s ears and he traced it to a shut door next to a bookcase.
The door was unlocked, and as he pushed it open, he saw with shock and forbid
amusement Draco Malfoy restrained to a simple bed. The Slytherin was mouthing
something at the sight of him, but couldn�t make a sound. From the look of it,
he was under a silencing charm.

�Finite Incantatem.� Harry released him from the verbal
bind but did not touch the thick leather belts that held Malfoy to the bed.

�You�re
awake,� he said awkwardly.

Malfoy
just stared at him. Even with his voice restored, he made no attempt to ask
Harry to free the rest of his body as well. Instead he just lay there, looking
quietly comfortable and no longer struggling, gazing hungrily into Harry�s
eyes.

It made
the Gryffindor unnaturally nervous.

Malfoy�s
expression was no longer that of a crazed madman as it were when he pounced on
Harry, but even the stunner did not seem to have put out the fire behind those
scorching silver orbs. His gaze left hot imprints on Harry�s skin, not as
intangible as it was supposed to be.

�I want
you,� Malfoy said bluntly, a very un-Slytherin characteristic. Harry inched
away at his words, mentally retreating back to that shy eleven-year-old at
Kings Cross. Malfoy always made him feel younger, more immature, less in
control of himself, body and thought.

When Harry
didn�t give him a response, Malfoy toned it down a little and went with, �Your
Zephyr allure is gone.�

Harry
shivered. �Yeah... it does that.�

�You liked
it then.�

�What?�
Harry�s head shot up, startled and confused.

�If you
hadn�t liked the way I kissed and touched you, it wouldn�t have gone away.�

Harry was
at a loss for words, again.

�Your body
wants this.� Malfoy wouldn�t relent. �We�ve finished two out of three stages of
bonding, and I�ve claimed you with an oath two nights ago. We�ve gone too far
to go back, and your Zephyr side knows it.�

Harry
moved another step back. �I�m not a Zephyr, Malfoy. I wasn�t supposed to be.
I�ll just chalk it up to another freakish boy who lived incident. It�ll
probably go away soon.�

�Then how
do you explain this? You being here, only hours after I
practically came close to having finished the bonding right in front of your
two best friends.�

Harry
blushed, causing a feral smirk to grace Malfoy�s face. �Your allure is coming
back. Until you gain full control of it, it�ll come whenever you think about
your dominant, me. Stop fighting it, don�t make the
same mistake I did....

�Be mine.�

Harry
shivered again, feeling increasingly hot under his cloak. He shook his head
fervently and snarled, his words being his only defense, against both Malfoy
and his own body. �I don�t want to be
yours, Malfoy. I want to be my own person. And if you haven�t noticed, I�m a boy, just like you, not a submissive
little wife.�

Malfoy
just shook his head. �You have the idea wrong, Potter. For Zephyrs, the
dominants are in name only.�

�What are
you talking about?� Harry bit back.

�Haven�t
you noticed yet, how much influence you have over me? That you can deny me and
turn away without repercussion, but I�m not allowed the same freedom? No matter
what happens in the future, or how far we drift apart, I�ll always have the
itch inside of me to remind me that my Intended is out there somewhere. You,
however, have the choice to mate with others, the choice to reject me. Your
human life is unperturbed by your Zephyr blood, but me... my whole survival
depends on your answer.

�From what
I�ve read, it�s always been like this with Zephyrs, even back when we thrived
and lived in a closed community. Dominants, usually the male ones, are under
completely and utter control by their wives. Take my father and uncle, for example,
they can�t do anything that would upset Mother or Aunt Bellatrix.�

�Why?�
Harry asked meekly.

Malfoy
turned to look at the ceiling and sighed, biting his bottom lip as he did so.
�Because a dominant Zephyr cannot love more than one person in their life, the
submissive will always tug on his heartstrings.�

Harry shut
his eyes and shook involuntarily. �You don�t lo...�

�No, I
don�t. But my Zephyr side insists that I want you. I can smell you, you know,
even with you standing so far away. You eat entirely too much chocolate. I can
feel your aura too, even when you were outside of the room. You�re always
there, and you drive my senses insane.�
He had shut his eyes and was sniffing the air, head slightly tilted to search
out Harry�s scent.

Harry swallowed
his heart which had just taken up lodge in his throat. �You seem pretty sane
now, Malfoy.�

This had
caused the mercury eyes to open once again, and Malfoy greeted him with another
smirk. �It�s because before Professor Snape left, he gave a diluted solution of
the Zephyr draught. He had refused me it this morning, even when I threatened
to tear his greasy hair out. But he said something about having a visitor later
today and didn�t want me to make a fuss, so he revitalized me and gave me an
extremely diluted one, enough to leave me with the accursed itch, but still
able to hold me back from devouring you.�

�It...�
Harry asked, �it takes away some of the... strain?�

Malfoy
startled him with a barked laughter. �More than that.
It renders the drinker incapable of any sort of feelings. Of course, it�s made
for Zephyrs to combat the desire and even a diluted one would be too strong for
a normal witch or wizard. How do you imagine me to have stayed away from you
for so long?�

Harry
looked at his enigmatic smile and gulped. �What do you mean?�

�I�ve
wanted to take you since the first day I saw you as a Zephyr on the train, but
my obligations to my family held me back, Potter. I took that draught for a few
days, and had felt so dreadful when I stopped and all the suppressed emotions
caught up with me.� He laughed loudly. �And to think, Grandfather used to tell
me that Malfoys don�t have emotions. Of course, his Zephyr blood was so minute
I didn�t even know why he bothered calling up his wings.�

A moment
of silence passed between them as Harry took in his words and pieced together
some of the puzzles. He now knew why Malfoy was acting so strange and hateful
those days. Somehow, knowing that Malfoy hurt him during DADA was only to
shield his own growing feelings made Harry feel lighter. He wasn�t sure if that
was a good thing or not.

�Malfoy...�
Harry asked cautiously, �I... I hadn�t had a lot of reading materials, so...
would you fill me in on some of the... you know.�

Malfoy
smiled. �Secret rendezvous at night, Potter? You must be more affected than I
had hoped.�

Harry
blushed and stepped back again. �Don�t be stupid.�

The
Slytherin ignored Harry�s denial. �I need a day to recover. Tomorrow?�

�I have
Quidditch tryout to look over. The ban had been lifted.�

�The
Slytherin tryout is on Thursday. So Friday then, Potter? By
Greenhouse 3?�

Harry
shrugged. �Sure.�

Malfoy
winked. �I�m looking forward to it.�

Tired of
the blonde�s antics, Harry turned to leave with a huff. �This could be
temporary for all we know. Remember, Malfoy, I want to know everything you�ve
learned about Zephyrs, including what exactly happened yesterday. I want to
find out why and how I became a Zephyr. I want to change back. And this,� he
managed to say without turning scarlet, �is a mistake. Today was a mistake.
Maybe after I change back into a normal wizard, your itching will stop. Then
we�ll put all this behind us and never think about it again.�

Malfoy
said nothing as Harry shut the door behind him. The Slytherin just stared at
the ceiling for the next few minutes, a maniac grin over his face.

How stupid
did Harry take him for? As if he�d let go such a prize such as the boy who
lived.

- TBC

When�s
daylight saving time???
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