Inamorato

A/N: Ah...& now, the fun begins! Enjoy!

This is dedicated to all my repeat reviewers, whom I love SOOO much!!! You guys totally make my day!

To tamikolee: Here you go! Hope you enjoy Harry's first encounter with Draco...it's QUITE amusing!

To moonlightblade: lol...considering I have a mostly-finished book & a literary agent, I'd say you're not the only one pleased by my attention to detail! Glad you like it.

To Tachimaru: lmao...that's so funny! I've been toying with the idea of making "Tom Riddle" have div blood! *cracks up* I love when reviewers are perceptive! As to the Dom!Harry vs Sub!Harry question: damn. Well, he's smaller than Draco but his wings would make it hard for him to bottom. Honestly? I probably won't know for sure until I write the first sex scene. Sorry!

To Kiba: Draco has Veela blood, but it's not active, the way it is in Fleur. So it's mentioned only in passing in chapter 7. Draco is simply a Wizard.

To galaxybaby: The reason no one else has done it is because it's something that only Peris' do & it's a pretty obscure fact about them. I love it though...even if it's weird.

To Night The Storyteller: Nope, no fighting. As to the press: they don't know yet, but they will eventually. & yes, you'll see in Chapter Six as Albus warns the students - and in Chapter Seven when he warns Severus - that Harry is a creature & thus protected by Wizarding law.

to PrincessLizzie: *sticks out tongue* Bite me, bitch! It's not English class...lmao. Calm down, people, that's my cousin. I'm allowed to be rude to her, lol. I wanna read blonde!Harry!!!

To my other reviewers, I say thank you! I love reading them all, they make me very happy. I usually squee when I get a new one! To my other readers, please review! I love reading them; I really, really do! ~ FA

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Harry sighed, staring in annoyance at the seats of the compartment on the train. "Well, this sucks."

Hermione looked up and laughed. "Oh, Harry..." She pulled out her wand and waved it, muttering something under her breath as she did. The back three inches of the seat vanished clear to the floor, allowing Harry to - very carefully - sit down, with his wings sliding into the gap. "Better?" She asked with a smile.

"Much, thanks." He grinned happily. "I really do love having the smartest witch ever for my friend." Hermione blushed and Ron snorted, which earned him an elbow in the ribs and a dirty look. "Don't you two have to make rounds, Miss Head Girl and Mister Prefect?"

"Oh of course, but we've got a bit before then." Hermione smiled. "We did get here quite early, after all."

"No shit." Ron stated, then he dodged her elbow. "I'm just kidding! Sheesh, 'Mione. Chill."

They were right. Dumbledore had arranged for them to Portkey early onto the platform, about 10 minutes before it would be open to any one else, so that Harry could board the train in peace. He would also be remaining on the train until everyone else had headed up to the castle, then be taking a coach all by himself. He would enter the Great Hall after the Sorting Ceremony was completed, allowing everyone time to get settled and then Albus would explain. Not that Harry thought it would stop the staring. It wouldn't. But, it would allow the First Years to have their moment without everyone being distracted by The-Winged-Boy-Who-Lived.

About 20 minutes later, Ron and Hermione wandered out to go make sure the younger students were settling into their compartments okay and to ensure that the older students were behaving themselves. Harry closed his eyes and tried to relax, though it wasn't easy. After all, he couldn't exactly lean back against the seat. He was still very cautious about his wings, although Hermione and Remus had examined them and deemed them quite sturdy and durable. He didn't think having Poppy heal a broken wing would be in the least bit amusing. He could not, however, have been more eager to get to Hogwarts, as Dumbledore had told him that he could use the Quidditch Pitch and the grounds to practice flying with his wings. And, if he wished, he could even fly sans-broom during Quidditch. He was, honestly, eager to give it a try.

It took another 10 minutes or so for the train to get under way, and then Harry let out a sigh of relief. So far, no one had come sticking their head into the compartment. It was the very end one, so it was usually unoccupied anyway...it's why Harry and his friends always headed straight for it. Still, he was terrified someone would poke their head in and see his wings. Of course, with his robes on (thanks to Hermione's little charm, he could now put on clothing whenever he wanted to), and with them sitting down behind the seat, they weren't very noticeable. Still, he didn't want anyone to know until they absolutely had to. He may have accepted his creature status, but having the whole school stare at him again was not something he was looking forward to.

Harry was startled awake by the sound of the compartment door opening. He yawned and stretched as much as the limited space in the compartment would allow, then turned towards the door, intending to ask Ron and Hermione how their rounds had gone. His gaze locked with mercurial silver eyes and he frowned. "What?" He snapped, not caring if he was being rude.

A sneer slid across what Harry was willing to admit was an otherwise-gorgeous face. "Trying to imitate my hair, Potter?" Malfoy's sneer deepened. "It looks better on me."

"Since mine is natural and yours isn't," Harry pointed out calmly. "I somehow doubt that."

Those silver eyes narrowed. "I've known you for six years, Potter. There is no way that you can attempt to say your hair falls that way naturally. I'm far from stupid."

Harry chuckled darkly. "And you call yourself a Pureblood?" He asked with a sneer of his own. "I'm seventeen, you moron. I came into my magical inheritance."

Oh, yeah. Even if Draco Malfoy noticed the wings, told the whole train, and they all came and gawked at him...it was SOOO worth it for that look at Malfoy's face. His eyes and mouth were both round and wide...he looked like a fish that someone had hit in the head with a brick. Totally fucking worth it.

"Would you mind leaving now?" Harry asked coolly. "I was trying to take a nap." He was feeling kind of tired, because he hadn't wanted to suffocate Ron and Hermione by making them sit in a cloud of perfume for the majority of the ride so he hadn't fed since the day before yesterday.

Draco narrowed those eyes again. "Don't think that just because you're some creature," He sneered the word as though it was something vaguely obscene. "That you can boss me around, Potter. I'll leave when I'm ready." He then proceeded to stare, rather rudely, at Harry, examining him from head-to-toe.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, furious at the way Malfoy was looking at him - like he was a horse on an auction block that he was considering bidding on. The breath he'd drawn in came out - quite unwillingly - on a low, deep moan. "Ewww, Potter." Malfoy's nose wrinkled up. "Did you just moan?"

Harry's face flushed and his eyes changed - the gold ring at the center expanded, swallowing the green and the black parts of the iris. "Yes, Malfoy, I did." He purred, standing up. His wings flared slightly and Draco's eyes widened again as he took them in. "Is that a problem?"

"What the fuck are you?" Draco whispered, taking a half-step back, away from the creature before him.

Before he could move any further, Harry's magic reached out and grabbed him, lifting him up an inch-or-so off the floor, drawing him closer to Harry. "A Peri." Harry replied in an absent-minded sort of way. His whole being was focused on the delicious scent emanating from the blonde boy before him.

"Merlin, what kind of cologne are you wearing?" Harry growled, leaning forward and pressing his face against Draco's neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good..."

Malfoy was torn. Part of him was furious at being held captive by magic so he could be sniffed, and by Harry-bloody-Potter of all people. The other part of him - the part trained from the cradle to be impressed by power - was a bit flattered that the gorgeous creature (even if it WAS Potter) thought he smelled good. In the end, rather than risk alienating such a potentially-powerful creature, Draco Malfoy erred on the side of caution. For once - at least where the Gryffindor Golden Boy was concerned - he chose to be diplomatic.

"I'm not wearing cologne. My hair styling gel, however, is made specifically for me, by Severus. He is my godfather, after all." He shifted uncomfortably against the magic binding him as Harry dragged his nose up Draco's neck and buried his face in the blonde hair curling around his ears. "Um...Potter...not to sound rude or anything, but, why the fuck are you sniffing me?"

Harry growled low in his throat. "It's not your hair." He hissed, drawing back and frowning at the captive blonde. "What else could it be?"

Draco blinked, slightly mesmerized by the swirling-gold of Harry's eyes. "Um..." He couldn't think bound up the way he was...it just wasn't possible. "If you let me down, I'll try to figure it out."

Just as Harry lowered Draco's feet to the floor, the compartment door slid open. "Harry!" Hermione snapped. "Are you fighting with Malfoy already?" Harry's head snapped around, his altered eyes meeting hers, and she gasped. "What the hell happened to your eyes?"

Draco's face turned bright red when the girl glared at him. "Honestly, Malfoy! You're Head Boy; you could at least try to show some restraint!" She snapped. In her mind, his position outweighed 6 years of enmity.

"I wasn't fighting with him!" When Ron snorted and Hermione looked skeptical, his eyes narrowed and he huffed out an angry little breath. "I wasn't! We were being snippy, like usual, and then his eyes went all weird and he tied me up with magic and he started sniffing me!" Draco was quite indignant at this point. How dare they blame him for Potter's freakish behavior?

"What?" Ron's mouth just about hit the floor. "Ew, mate...why would you sniff Malfoy?" He made a face. "That's just nasty!"

For some reason, this offended Draco to the core of his being. "I beg your pardon, Weasel!" He snarled. "Potter happens to be of the opinion that I smell just fine, thank you!"

Harry drew in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down, only to moan again. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed the blonde boy - whose back was to him - around the waist and dragged him backwards. He buried his face against Draco's skin once again, inhaling deeply. "See?" Draco snapped, sneering haughtily. Well, as haughtily as one can when being held and sniffed by a very STRANGE Harry Potter with wings.

"It's got to be something he's wearing." Hermione said to Ron. She eyed Draco warily. "Look, Malfoy, he feeds on exotic perfumes. He can't help it. If we could just figure out what you're wearing, it would go a long way towards keeping him from doing this again."

"You're asking him for help?" Ron sounding outraged, his face going a bit red. "Let's just get Harry off the tosser and forget it ever happened!"

"We need to know what it is." Granger might annoy the hell out of him, but Malfoy had to admire the nerve it took to stand up to an angry Ron Weasley. He could do it, of course, but he was a Malfoy, after all. "Just sit down and let me handle this." Ron sulkily obeyed, sitting on the seat and pouting.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Look, Granger." He said calmly. "I'm a Pureblood." Her eyes narrowed and Draco grinned a bit evilly. "I just meant that I know all about creatures and their instincts. I wouldn't even dream of offending one, which is why you don't see me hexing the shit out of Potter right now."

Ron snorted. "You couldn't if you wanted to, Ferret."

"Stuff it, Weasel." Draco snarled. He turned his head and stared at Hermione. "I'd really rather he didn't sniff me at random times, so I'll happily help you figure it out. If you could get him to release me, I'll explain to Severus that we need to sit down together and we can schedule something for tomorrow."

Hermione smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Malfoy." She turned and glared at Ron. "Harry and I will be happy to meet with you tomorrow to sort this out." Ron pouted further at being left out. "I'll be sure to let Professor McGonagall know what's going on, okay? And thank you again for understanding."

Draco shook his head as much as he could with Harry Potter still nuzzling his neck and making contended, trilling sounds in his ear. "Oh I don't understand this at all." He replied, gesturing vaguely to Harry. "But I understand Potter has no control over his creature side, so I'll let it go. This time."

Hermione nodded again. "Alright. Let's see if we can get him off you now..." She tapped Harry's arm and spoke to him in the same tone one uses to address a 3 year old. "Harry, dear, we're almost at the school and Malfoy needs to get back to his friends, okay? You're going to have to let go."

Harry sighed and pulled away. "I'm not retarded, 'Mione." He told her crossly. "I didn't eat because I didn't want the scent to bug you guys in the closed compartment. I'm fine now." Sure enough, his eyes were back to being tri-colored and he released Draco without hesitation.

"Well." Draco sneered, smoothing out his robes. "It's been weird, really, but I'm going to go now." He glared at Ron, gave Harry a funny, unreadable look, and nodded regally to Hermione. "I'll speak to Severus after the Feast and make sure you know when our meeting is."

With that, he left the compartment. Ron and Hermione turned to stare at Harry, who blushed. "What?" He snapped, not liking the way they looked at him. "I was hungry! I couldn't help it!" He growled. "Stop looking at me like that!"

Ron and Hermione shared a look, then shrugged. "Okay, mate." Ron said carefully. "I'm just going to pretend that whole little scene never happened. Alright?"

"Good." Harry snapped, closing his eyes. This was so not going to be a good year...

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A/N: Oh. My. Gods. I have NO IDEA what just happened! *pants for breath, leaning heavily on my net* Damned plot bunnies...they're quick! Well, I'm not really sure where this is going. I hope you liked it! Pretty please review for me! It's only an extra three inches. I love reading them and remember if you put your e-mail in the review, I have a mailing list. I send out alerts to updates! Hope you liked this chapter. ~ FA