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Harry stood in front of the gargoyle outside Professor Dumbledore’s office, a slight twinge of anxiety making butterflies dance the bolero in her stomach.
“Wine Gums” she said and the stone beast slid back to reveal the headmasters office. Harry never did understand the Professors love for muggle sweets, wizard ones were far more interesting if unpredictable.
“Ah, Harry, I am so glad you have come. Please do take a seat.” Harry took the seat in front of the Professors desk, crossing her legs and flashing a bit of thigh to the old man. This was met by a disapproving glare from the old coot before continuing.

“Harry I know that this…revelation means quite a few changes to your life here at Hogwarts, but it may also greatly affect your life outside, especially your coming battle with Voldemort. I am afraid that if he were to realise your er… situation, he would think you far more vulnerable and would be more likely to be reckless and attack without warning. Also there are some members of the student body who find themselves unable to keep such juicy gossip within the school and are bound to tell their parents, which in some cases could prove disastrous.”
“Leave Malfoy to me Sir, I believe I have ways to influence him, which would certainly keep him from disclosing my identity to his father. Even if old-fashioned minded individuals such as old Voldy believe that being female would make me weaker, he should take another look. I am still the same person I was on all the occasions that I have fought him, if not even more powerful as even women have ways to melt the coldest mans heart.”
“If you are sure Harry, then so be it, though please do not put yourself in any unnecessary danger for this.”
Rising from her seat Harry turned to leave and was interrupted but Professor Dumbledore.
“And Harry, school regulation skirts are to be worn at knee length. You may wish to consider this as some students seem distracted from their studies around you.”
“I’m sure it’s just that they’re not used to Harry Potter, the girl who lived Sir.”
“Ah, that must be it. Run along young Harry, I believe you have a lesson to go to.”


“How boring was that? I mean what is the point of knowing the exact date of some treaty or other that was passed to protect the rights of an animal that is thought only to be a myth?” moaned Ron as he pilled food on to his plate and then drowning it all in gravy.
“Honestly Ron, you would think that History of Magic was of no benefit to us at all, but think of the things we can learn about the present and future by looking at the past. I mean with Voldermort breathing down out necks all the time you never know what you may come up against.”
“’Mione, you are the only person I know who can find a use for everything, but you must admit that lesson could have been more interesting. And speaking of interesting things, I’ve got quiddich practice in a bit. I wonder if I should still change with the boys, let them have a good look.” With that Harry walked off leaving Hermione shaking her head disapprovingly and Ron stunned, his fork laden with mash potato stopped half way to his mouth.

Just as Harry left the great hall, another person excused themselves, and gracefully left heading towards the quiddich locker rooms. The white-blonde soon caught up with Harry, cornering her in a dark alcove of the corridor just outside the changing rooms.
“Good evening Miss Potter. May I ask after the health of my beautiful raven?” Trapped between Malfoy’s insistent body and the hard wall, Harry stood her ground, edging forward towards Draco as to give her some room between her and the wall.
“I’m fine thank you Mr. Malfoy, and if I may ask, since when was I YOUR raven, ferret?”
“Since I decided I wanted you. I always get what I want Potter.”
“Is that so, Malfoy? I expect you learned that trick from your father. He’s always throwing his weight around, taking what he wants. Tell me, would your father approve of his son wanting such a prize? Would he want his son having what should rightfully his, or worse, his masters? The body of the boy who lived had a great price on it. The body of the girl who lived would be even higher. Even if you were a Death Eater Draco, I doubt you’d be willing to share. Though give my regards to your father when you see him. From what I’ve heard, men get better with age, while your mother has refused him since you were conceived. Cold winter nights can be so lonely, can’t they Draco?” At this Draco slammed Harry back into the wall.
“I will have you. No-one else. As you said, I’m not one for sharing.”
“Good. So then I am yours, Draco Malfoy. No one else’s and you are mine, and mine only. Agreed?” In answer Draco plunged them into a searing kiss, crushing Harrys lips with his own, licking her bottom lip as if asking for entrance to her sweet mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes then