Of Fangs and Fur

A/N:style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Here’s the next chapter!style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I hope you guys like it.

Chapter Tenstyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>

Hermione paced up
and down the hall focusing on the room she had in mind.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Finally, a door appeared in the wall.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She opened it and peered inside.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She smiled in relief.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It was exactly what she had wanted.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The room was spacious and warm.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It was done in natural browns and
greens.  It had soft-looking tan
carpeting, two large, over-stuffed arm chairs done in an olive green with
comfortable looking pillows in different tones of brown.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The walls were a rich mahogany wood and were
accented with gold candle holders all the way around the room.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  A large fireplace sat in front of the chairs
with a fire burning merrily away, setting off a soft warm glow throughout the
room.  To the left of the room, a large
wooden table held an assortment of snacks and beverages and to the right were
two comfortable single beds.  She saw a
door in the wall on the opposite side of the room and was certain that it
contained a bathroom.  Satisfied that the
room would serve their needs, she slipped inside and hid behind the door.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She could hear voices coming from the hall
and knew that they were on their way.

“Blaise, why are
we going to the Room of Requirement?  Why
can’t we talk in my room?” Harry asked, looking confusedly and his friend.

“Because,
Harry.  I wanted to be somewhere neutral,”
his friend replied cryptically.

Harry scowled and
looked over at Blaise.  He looked down
the hall and saw the door to the room already there.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He looked sharply at Blaise, who just grinned
enigmatically at him.  Blaise grabbed
Harry’s hand and dragged him into the room. 
Harry stood, confused, in the middle of the room looking at a laughing
Hermione and a smiling Blaise. 

“What’s going
on?  What are you guys doing?” he asked.

Hermione and
Blaise said nothing, only smiled harder when a snarling voice broke the quiet.

“Pansy!style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  What the bloody hell are you doing?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Are you trying to rip my arm off?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Draco yelled, as Pansy dragged him into the
room.  She shoved him towards Harry and
then bolted out the door right behind Hermione and Blaise.

Harry and Draco
looked at each other in surprise.  Then
they looked to the door and realized that they had been set up by their
friends.  The door opened a crack and
Hermione’s voice could be heard from outside.

“Now, you two are
here because we are tired of you ignoring each other.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  You are driving us crazy!style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I have control of this room, and I’m not
letting you two out until you sort this out. 
Good night!”  When she finished
talking, the door closed and then disappeared.

Harry grabbed a
glass of butterbeer from the table and then stalked over to one of the chairs
and threw himself into it.  He folded his
arms across his chest and scowled at the fire place.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Stupid Hermione.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Stupid so-called friends.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Why did they do this?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  How the hell are we supposed to sort this
out?  I don’t even understand what’s
going on.  We’ll kill each other.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  That’s all there is to it,style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> Harry thought to himself.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Unknown to him, Draco was thinking along the
same lines.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>I am going to kill Pansy.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  When I get my hands on her, she is dead.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Trick me like this.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Lock me into a room with Potter.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  What is his problem any ways?style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> Draco walked to the table to get a drink
and the walked slowly over to the chairs and took a seat in the chair opposite
Harry.  He looked over at Harry and
frowned to himself.

“Um, Harry?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Why are you so angry?” Draco asked.

“Huh?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Oh.  I
was just trying to figure out why our ‘friends’ did this to us.”

“Maybe they just
want us to get along again.”

“Hm.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Maybe they just need to mind their own damned
business,” Harry said, still staring at the fire.

“Harry, why have
you been ignoring me?”

“I…I don’t really
mean to.  I’ve just been…trying to figure
out what’s going on in my own head.  Hey,
wait a minute.  I didn’t want to say
that…” Harry trailed off and then looked down at his glass.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  His eyes widened and he looked up at Draco,
worry evident in his emerald gaze, “She drugged us!style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She had the room put Veritaserum in the food
and drink!  That little…” Harry trailed
off, unsure what to say.

Draco frowned at
his drink.  He looked at Harry and then
at the fire.  He shrugged his shoulders
and then finished his drink in one swallow. 
He set his glass down and looked over at Harry.

“I think it was a
good idea.  This way, we have to talk and
we have to be honest.  It was sneaky and
very Slytherin of her, but I’m sure she just wants us to get along.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Harry…this is hard.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  That’s why I think this was a good idea,
otherwise, I would never, ever tell you what I’m about to say.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I…I really like you, Harry.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It’s tearing me apart that I can’t figure out
why you are acting the way you have been. 
All the fighting between was stupid. 
I never wanted us to be enemies.”

Harry looked at
Draco and saw that he wasn’t fighting the potion at all.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He took a deep breath and decided that it was
time.  He needed someone to talk to about
it all anyways.

“I’m sorry for
ignoring you, Draco.  And I’m sorry that
I’ve been so messed up.  I just…I’m a
monster.  I need blood at least once a
month, more if I get pissed off enough. 
I hate myself.  I hate the
bastards who did this to me.  I fight off
the instincts and behaviors that war with me everyday.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  And it’s so hard.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  At times I want to bend you over and have my
way with you, and at other times I want to beat you senseless for making feel
that way,” Harry stopped and blushed, realizing what he had just said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He looked down at the floor and refused to
look anywhere else.  He cursed the potion
in his system for making him reveal that secret.

Draco was looking
at Harry in shock.  He had no idea what
to say.  But he knew what he wanted to
do.  He stood from his chair and quietly
stepped over to where Harry sat.  He
knelt down in front of Harry, and reached a hand out to gently cup Harry’s
chin.  He lifted Harry’s head up until he
could look Harry in the eye.  Smiling
softly, Draco leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Harry’s lips.

“Harry, I
wouldn’t let you bend me over yet, but I wouldn’t mind anything else you might
want to do.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Harry looked at him shock.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Then he dove forward into Draco’s arms and
wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck.  He
pressed his lips against Draco’s and kissed him hard.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He felt Draco’s tongue lightly brush his lips
and he opened his mouth with a small moan. Harry felt Draco’s
tongue glide against his and moaned again.  Draco
felt his cock harden when Harry moaned.  He wrapped his arms around Harry
and pulled him closer.  Their tongues battled each other in their
mouths.  The kiss went on for what felt like hours.   They broke
apart for air and smiled shyly at each other.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> “Maybe we won’t kill our friends
when we get out of here,” Draco said softly.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> Harry laughed and pressed a light
kiss to Draco’s lips.  He pulled away and stood
up.  Holding a hand down, he helped Draco up off
the floor.  He led him over to one of the beds
and pulled him down onto it.  Draco looked at
Harry questioningly.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> “I just want us to class=grame>lie down.  Nothing else.  
You’re right.  It’s too soon for that.  Let’s just lay here
together,” Harry said.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> Draco
smiled and curled up next to Harry.  They wrapped their arms around each
other and let sleep take them when it came.

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