The Devil Runs Wild

*****~Unexpected Arrival~

Harry Potter lay tossing and turning in bed in yet another unpleasant dream that appeared to be much more ‘pleasant’ than it should be. In his aroused state, Harry grabbed the nearest thing to him and hugged it tightly to him.

“AAAAAHH!” a voice yelled out and startled Harry awake and he nearly fell off the bed as something that he thought was a pillow scrambled away from him.

Upon opening his eyes, Harry found that Malfoy stood above him.

“What the fuck, Potter!?” Malfoy shouted and Harry grimaced at the loud sound.

“Shush,” Harry said, lazily bringing his finger to his lips in a plea for silence.

“What do you mean ‘shush’! What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Potter!?” Malfoy screamed and finally Harry woke up enough to realize that he was not dreaming anymore and scrambled out of the bed at an astonishing speed.

“I..I…” Harry stuttered, looking around the room in confusion. He was not in his room at Grimmauld Place. Looking back at a thoroughly frightened Malfoy, he didn’t know what to say. He had no idea why he was in Malfoy’s bed or how he had even got to the Weasley’s home.

“First that kiss thing and now this!?” Draco’s voice was far to loud this early in the morning. Harry could barely raise his own voice first thing in the morning. Apparently, Malfoy had no difficulties there. “Sharing your sick fantasy with me yesterday was one thing but molesting me in my sleep is something I will not tolerate,” Malfoy hissed and Harry just stared at the wand Malfoy was pointing at his chest in shock.

“I was not..” Harry began and stumbled over the word ‘molesting,’ blushing against his will. He had just been hugging Malfoy. Worse, even, he was still hard. Harry pulled at his shirt to cover his embarrassment, willing it away.

“Commuto Feles!” Draco shouted and Harry squeaked in shock when a spell hit him.

Suddenly, the world was a lot bigger. Looking up, Harry saw a smirking Malfoy. Knowing that couldn’t be good, Harry looked down at himself and discovered he was covered in fur. He looked down at his hands to see little black paws instead. Malfoy had turned him into a cat. Damnit.

******

Harry was curled up under the back porch of the Weasley’s home, trying to hide from the gnomes who had been harassing him all day.

After turning into a cat, Malfoy had picked him up by the scruff of the neck (which was not pleasant) and dropped him outside the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He had whinned and scratched the closed door but to no avail. Malfoy wasn’t going to change him back. Harry had then gone in search for someone who would. Having never been a cat (or any other animal, for that matter), walking down the stairs on all fours was a strange feeling but Harry accomplished that task without any injuries. He found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen. He jogged over to her and bumped into her leg to gain attention, meowing when she looked down.

“Oh, and what are you doing here?” Mrs. Weasley had said and picked him up. Happy that Mrs. Weasley had him now, he meowed again. “Why aren’t you the cutest thing!” she cooed. She petted him on the top of his head. “How did you get inside?” She questioned. Mrs. Weasley carried him to the door and walked outside, putting him down in the grass. “Run along, now. Go on!” Mrs. Weasley shooed and Harry, realizing that he had been mistaken for a stray meowed in protest. Mrs. Weasley looked down at him and smiled. “Oh, alright,” she said, taking out her wand and magicing up a bowl of milk. She then turned and walked back inside.

Now Harry was hiding from the damn gnomes, thoroughly pissed off at Malfoy the entire time.

Then he heard thunder off in the distance, ensuring rain.

Damnit.

******

Draco Malfoy was quite pleased with himself. He had just transfigured a new pair of pants for himself as well as a comb. Indeed, Draco Malfoy was making the most out of his recently returned magic.

Draco continued to transfigure random things, ensuring himself that his magic had not grown weak. He had checked his wards as soon as he at thrown Potter out. They had still been in place. Somehow Potter had gotten passed his ward without his invitation. He would have to ask Snape about stronger ones, especially now that Potter had some twisted obsession with him. He had no idea what Potter had been talking about the day before. Something about a kiss. As if he would ever kiss Potter! Obviously, Potter was insane. Although, he had seemed insistent and Malfoy didn’t know why. He planned on telling Severus about it, especially now that Potter had decided to break passed his wards in order to grab him in his sleep. Based on all he knew about Potter, he knew that Potter was not an aggressive person. Rumors about his ’relationship’ with that Ravenclaw told what a disaster it was to put two passive people together. That Weasley girl who was much more aggressive would have been a good fit. He hadn’t known why they had split up, though. That girl..Jenny..what was her name? Oh, right! Ginny. Come to think of it, he didn’t know where the younger Weasley was. He hadn’t seen her at any time he had been here. Interesting. Draco decided he would investigate that at another time.

So even if Potter had been attracted to him (who wouldn’t be?), he wouldn’t have come on like that. Besides, Potter was a Gryffindor and coming onto him through Slytherin tactics was completely out of character. He would definitely have to talk to Severus about this.

******

Harry watched the rain pour down from under the porch. The rain had at least scared off the gnomes who had almost come across his hiding place.

Harry was thinking since there wasn’t much else he could do. So the dreams from Voldemort hadn’t stopped; he had had one last night about Malfoy again. But more disturbing was the fact that he had somehow ended up in Malfoy’s bed this morning. He did not know how that could have happened. Harry didn’t even know how to apparate. He was set to take the test later this summer, but he was still having trouble with it. And if he had apparated underage wouldn’t they have sent an owl or something, telling him of his impending doom? Maybe he had gotten one and it was waiting for him at Grimmauld Place.

Harry curled himself up a bit more, curling his paws underneath him. If someone came across him now, they would see a frightened-looking cat. Harry was a bit frightened. The fact that he was doing magic while he was asleep was quite frightening. Doing magic when he couldn’t control it or even be aware of it was not a pleasant discovery. He didn’t know what to do now.

Minutes later, after watching the rain with dazed eyes, Harry realized that his dreams must have had something to do with his ending up in Malfoy’s bed. He had been dreaming about Malfoy and then ended up actually holding Malfoy in bed. Had that been Voldemort’s plan? Were the dreams being sent to cause uncontrollable magic? Harry shivered and not from the cold.

******

Draco walked into the warm kitchen, glad to see soup on the table. The rain poured down on the house, droplets hitting the windows and Draco looked out and frowned at the darkening sky. The weather looked like it was getting worse and not better.

“Here you are, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said as she handed him a glass of water. He thanked her politely and set the glass down.

Mrs. Weasley was a good-willed, loving person, Draco knew, and her Gryffindor-ish heart annoyed him sometimes, but her being the only person in the house who would take his word over the twins’, he had decided to make nice, build an alliance, if you will. It had served him well when he did not have his magic. The woman had taken up to protecting him then and Draco was now somewhat fond of her. He knew that his mother would snap at him for even thinking such a thing about a Weasley, but he couldn’t help it. Mrs. Weasley had grown on him.

“So where’s Potter?” Draco asked the table curiously. He had been wondering who had eventually turned him back. Suprisingly, he had not been revisited by a yelling, red-faced Potter today and he was interested in knowing why.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him curiously. “Harry?”

“Why are you asking?” Fred asked accusingly.

Draco just rolled his eyes at the red-head. “He showed up in my room today and I turned hin into a cat. Who turned him back?” Draco said.

“What!” George and Fred jumped up from their seats. Draco had his wand drawn before they could charge at him.

“He attacked me first!” Draco said in defense.

“A cat?” Mrs. Weasley asked. “Oh no!” and with that she rushed to open the door, running out into the rain, calling for Harry.

Draco chuckled. So they hadn’t recognized Potter. Even after he had turned Potter into a cat, he could tell it was Potter beacause of his big, green, innocent-looking eyes. Apparently, he was just more observant than a house-full of Gryffindors.

Then Draco realized that Potter had been outside in the rain all day and if Potter got sick, it would be his head. He wouldn’t hear the end of it from the rest of the house. Moreover, what would Snape say!? Merlin’s beard! Potter ruined everything!

He rushed outside after Mrs. Weasley. At least feigning a semblance of caring would score him points. He and Mrs. Weasley found him curled up under the back porch. The black cat looked frightened and Draco grimaced, knowing that Potter must be sick. Snape would kill him. Mrs. Weasley picked him up and carried him back inside. Sopping wet, Draco followed.

Mrs. Weasley took her wand out as soon as setting the cat down on the floor. She cast the reverse spell but nothing happened. Fred and George moved toward him and he pointed his wand at them to keep them away.

“Why isn’t it working?” Fred said.

“What’d you do, Malfoy?” George growled.

“I didn’t do anything! I just turned him into a cute little kitty,” Malfoy smirked which only made the twins pull their wands out as well.

“Stop it! All of you! Albus?” Mrs. Weasley asked the portrait.

“I’m not sure,” Dumbledore said, smoothing down his beard in thought. “Draco, would you try?”

Draco nodded his head. They wouldn’t be so mad at him if he fixed it, would they? He cast the spell and the black cat turned back into Harry Potter, a very naked Harry Potter.

“Aaaah!” Harry yelled out, covering himself with his hands. Mrs. Weasley was already handing him a robe she had accio-ed, but not before Malfoy had seen what Potter had been hiding. Apparently, the rumors of Potter’s “greatness” were not as far-fetched lies as he had thought. Not that he cared what Potter looked like naked. It was true that he appreciated male beauty as well as female beauty but Potter was still…well, Potter, however nice it was to look at him…

“Oh, dear, are you alright?” Mrs. Weasley asked, drying Harry’s hair with a towel.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry answered and Draco sighed with relief at the knowledge that Potter did not get sick.

Potter still had a frown on his face, though, and Draco worried that something else was wrong with him. Maybe mental trauma or something. They’d all blame it on him, Draco knew.

“Harry?” Dumbledore said, observing the changes in Potter as well.

Harry looked at the ground instead of at Dumbledore.

“I think I have a problem,” Harry said.

One thing was for sure, Draco was going to get an earful from Snape.


Author's note: Yay! Review.
Commuto Feles(Latin)= turn cat
Recurso Veneficium (last chapter)=return magic
Yes, and molesting someone is a Slytherin tactic of a come-on. Lol!