Soar on Delicate Wings

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CHAPTER THREE: A LITTLE CLOSER


As Hermione approached the small flat she owned she could see a tall, somewhat lanky man leaning up against the door. Upon noticing the red hair she smiled at the thought of her boyfriend waiting for her. When Ron spotted her he grinned and held up a yarn knitted bag. It was Mrs. Weasley’s home cooked meal bag that she insisted on sending out filled with food every now and then. Approaching the door, she unlocked it, and entering, knowing that she didn’t need to say anything. Ron followed her into the flat, closing and locking the door behind him. In silence the two of them worked together to re-heat the food and set the table. It wasn’t until they were both settled that they finally spoke.


“Have you noticed how different Harry looks?” It was Ron who spoke first.


“I did, but he didn’t say anything to me all day,” Hermione said.


“Maybe we should bring it up,” Ron thought.


“You will do no such thing. Harry will tell us when he is ready. Although I do have a thought on what may be going on,” She said chewing on her bottom lip.


The red head didn’t say anything but raised an eyebrow in interest.


“While in the library Malfoy was looking for books on Fae,” Hermione said.


“Malfoy’s family is Fae, and I heard that he became the full-blood Fae when he turned 20,” Ron said, shrugging off that idea.


“Well Harry also seemed interested in those books,” Hermione said, pushing the food around on her plate.


“If you’re so worried why don’t you talk to him?”


“No…I’m positive he’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Hermione said, taking a bite of her food.


Ron merely grinned.


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Harry flopped on his bed exhausted from wandering around through the two manors. It didn’t help that he had only gotten two hours of sleep last night due to the fact that he had been reading. Turning his head to look at the table where the books Draco had lent him sat waiting for him to finish. Sighing he sat up, running his hand through his already messy hair; he took a determined breath and stood. After pulling off his cloak and hanging it up he went to his Pensive, catching a glimpse of himself in the small mirror he had.


While the usual unmanageable hair seemed just a little tameable it was his eyes that he noticed changed the most. Although they had been a brilliant green before, it appeared that they were even brighter. Looking closer he realized it was because faint traces of gold had appeared in them. Remembering what one book had said about a few physical changes he shrugged it off. Once again for the second time in just as many days he sat down at the table for another night of studying opening the book to the place where he had dozed off at.


That was, until a thought struck him. There was one more thing he hadn’t looked over yet, the almost tattoo-like mark of his wings. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to look. Like it would make it all true and Harry just wanted nothing more than to remain as normal as possible. However, after reading the letter his great-grandfather left he now just thought of it as another connection to his long gone family. Stripping off his shirt he got up and walked to his floor length mirror that was hidden on the inside wardrobe door. Shifting his body so that he could see the mark he was surprised.


It was a gold outline that ran from the top of his shoulder blades down so that the tips were hidden by his pants. They looked nothing like bird wings, instead they were intricately shaped; each symmetrical with each other. Inside the right wing design near the top was a small marking. Unsure of what it was he decided that if he couldn’t find out by himself he would ask Draco. If anything he was more curious if Draco's wings were different, Harry thought that perhaps wings would be more like fingerprints. Unique. Curiosity satisfied, he pulled the shirt back over his head and went back to reading.


After several hours of absorbing knowledge had Harry’s head aching. Picking up the four books he finished the boy decided it was time to get something to eat and on his way he could return the books. Without looking to see what time it was he left his room, making his way down to Draco's room near the Slytherin dormitories he paused momentarily outside the door. Shaking pessimistic thoughts from his head Harry knocked. There was a loud thud followed by a curse and the younger boy laughed out loud.


The laughter quickly caught in his throat when the dark wooden door opened to reveal a shirtless, less-than-perfect-hair, drowsy Draco. The blonde in question scowled and ran a hand through his hair trying to make it more presentable. Harry couldn’t bring himself to speak; instead his eyes eagerly drank in the sight offered to him. The pale white skin was only marred with three scars, that went diagonally across Draco's chest and Harry flinched at the memory of them. Eyes traveled further down where black silk pajama pants made the skin paler. Slender hips were visible just above the waistband and Harry had an image of licking along that line before dipping lower. In his mind he found one of his imaginary hands tracing the prominent ‘V’ line, nearly discovering if the blonde hair was natural.


“Enjoying the view, Potter?” Draco smirked, leaning up against the doorframe.


Green eyes quickly shot up to the blonde’s pleased face, his own flushing brightly. “I…no…um…I mean…”


Draco’s smirk grew wider. “Relax Potter. I’ve had people stare at me when I was fully dressed. I can’t expect you to be different when I'm half-dressed.”


Harry didn’t know what to say without making it worse so he merely stood there.


A pale eyebrow rose. “Well, did you come here just to fantasize about my body or was there something else at two in the morning?”


Thrusting the books towards Draco, the shorter boy tensed when their hands met with the force of an electric shock. The blonde looked down at the books, surprised that Harry had read four of the six he had given him. Unless Harry hadn’t really slept the last two nights there’s no way… Silvery-blue eyes met green and gold ones. Noticing the slightly bloodshot eyes and the bags Draco knew that was exactly what Harry had done. Sighing, he once again ran a hand through his hair at Harry’s thoughtless actions.


“You haven’t slept much,” Draco stated it more than it was a question.


“No, just a couple of hours last night and haven’t slept yet tonight,” Harry said, sheepishly.


“Have you even eaten dinner?”


It took a moment for Harry to become conscious that he hadn’t eaten since lunch and his stomach growled loudly.


“Just a minute and I’ll go with you,” Draco said, starting to close the door.


“Wait!” Harry called.


Silvery eyes turned back to Harry curiously. Watching the dark haired boy shifting from one foot to the other nervously would have amused the dragon animagus in younger years, but now a protective urge welled up inside.


“Could I…could I see your wings?” Harry’s voice sounded small as he whispered his question.


Draco smiled gently, opened the door widely and gestured to come in. Quickly scooting by the half-clad man he stepped into Draco’s room for the first time. It was not what Harry expected, but instead it was rather cozy, with comfy soft leather black couches that had Slytherin pillows upon it, nice flannel green and gray bed sheets. A large painting of his parents hung over the fireplace and other pictures lined the mantle. A large Malfoy crest rug covered the majority of the floor, making it warmer to bare feet.


The door clicked close making Harry look towards Draco and it dawned on him. He was alone with a half naked man, who also happened to be his mate. As Draco came into view he motioned to the small dining table.


“I thought I was just going to see your wings. Does that require sitting down?” Harry asked nervously.


“No Harry, but I thought since you were here you should eat as well. That way if you have any questions you can ask them,” Draco said, pulling out a chair to sit in.
Harry sat in the other chair and summoned Kreacher who appeared instantly. After asking for whatever was made for dinner and some pumpkin juice he looked at Draco. Asking for tea the house elf bowed a little and disappeared. What felt like an awkward silence passed.


“So there’s this mark in my wing, I’m not sure what it is,” Harry said, starting off with a not-so-personal question.


Draco smiled. “It’s the mark of your animagus form. Until you have changed it will not reveal itself to anyone else. Then, when you shift, your name and form will be documented in the Fae records, in case something happens to make you unrecognizable.”


“That’s a pleasant thought,” Harry muttered. “So then when I change, everyone will be able to read it?”


“No just those that are Fae, others will see it as a mark labeling you as Fae,” Draco explained.


Food, drinks and an entire tea set appeared in front of them. Harry looked at the food and started to eat, watching Draco put sugar and honey in his tea. When Harry was sure that his stomach would no longer growl embarrassingly he proceeded with his questions.
“So if this prophecy, or whatever, is true does that mean we’re going to have to fight some big baddie?”


Draco frowned at the thought of having to put Harry through that again. “I haven’t gotten that far in the translation, but if it says that, please realize you do not have to fight ‘some big baddie’ alone. You’re my mate and I won’t let anything happen to you.”


At this Harry nearly choked on his food, pounding himself on the chest as he looked up at Draco and saw the serious look in his eyes. Unsure of what to do Harry quietly finished his meal while Draco watched him and sipped at his tea. Once the food was gone Harry was hesitant of what to do next until Draco stood motioning for him to get up. Doing as he was instructed he allowed himself to be lead to the bed and didn’t protest when pushed to a sitting position. His eventual mate sat next to him before turning around.


Draco’s wings were silver and the design was a whole lot different from his own. Even though he could see more of Draco’s back than he could his own the wings still seemed to go further, perhaps stopping on his butt. The wings seemed smaller width wise and as Harry’s had sharp looking ends Draco’s were all about curves. There in the right wing was a mark that Harry couldn’t read. Nor could he resist reaching out and touching it. At his touch the design moved, as if it were real under his touch and the younger boy was so startled that he almost fell off the bed.


The blonde’s head turned so that he could watch Harry over his shoulder and at the light touch he felt his wing nearly appear explaining the shift in the marking. He felt Harry’s surprise when it moved and saw his almost meeting with the floor and laughed. Completely shifting his body so that he was facing Harry, Draco watched him.
“Can you…make them appear or whatever it is they do?” Harry asked.


Deciding to show him as an answer a pair of silver wings shifted off his back and became tangible wings. The basic skeleton was the silver of the design but the actual skin-like material was more iridescent and slightly see-thru. Harry made a gesture asking if he could touch it and Draco nodded. Touching the wings made Draco twitch a little but once he got used to his mate’s touch it was actually quite pleasant. For Harry he was surprised at just how tough the fragile-looking wings were. He couldn’t quite describe how it felt under his fingers. It was smoother than silk, warm like a fuzzy blanket and softer than fleece. That was as close as Harry could come to describing it.


Upon feeling a throbbing pulse beneath his digits he pulled his hand away. Harry yawned and moved to lie down on the bed, his eyes drooping closed without permission.


“Will you show me your dragon form?” Harry asked, curling on the bed.


Draco reached out to bet the dark glossy locks, making Harry even drowsier. “Tomorrow, outside on the school grounds.”


Harry curled up next to Draco, enjoying the feeling of someone touching his hair. “I should go…” another yawn, “back to my room.”


“It’s all right, you can stay here. Nothing will happen,” Draco said, leaning down to pull off Harry’s shoes so they weren’t on his bed. Shortly after the shoes hit the floor, the green comforter covered them both. Before he knew it Harry had fallen asleep, his head resting on his mate’s chest, listening to his heart beat.


Draco kissed the top of his sleeping companion’s head, and with a flick of his wand the room went dark. Long after he had fallen asleep his hand continued to move, petting Harry’s hair.


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Ero: I hope this chapter helps fill that question as to why he didn't tell Ron and Hermione. He was already getting something, and he knows how Ron acts when it seems Harry's getting a lot. I also hope it helps as to why there was no description of himself, since the war, he hasn't really been into looking at himself, because somewhere deep down he still blames himself for all the deaths. They are only visible on his back as a design, until he learns how to call them.


thrnbrooke: Well here it is. Chapter 3! Yeah...all because some book says so, but at least Draco isn't pushing him. As for Harry's animagus form I guess you'll just have to wait. *evil grin*


Silverdragon21: Thanks for taking an interest in my story. I write everything in Microsoft Word, it's supposed to catch all of my errors, so I'm not really sure what's misspelled. The only words it didn't like where the ones J.K.Rowling made up and fae, but I've chosen to use that spelling.


paigeey07: I'm glad you like my two stories. As for "Twisted Illusion" it's merely sitting on the back burning simmering. Having a block on the next chapter, but I do plan on continuing it.


Arieru: Thanks for loving it. I've been pretty excited about this story the last couple of days, and like all of my other ones am hand writing it so it takes more time to write and then type up.


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