Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 7/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever.

A.N.: Please be gentle with your reviews. This is my first fanfic.

Spell Master

Harry had been running blindly through the empty castle corridors for some time now. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he knew he couldn’t stay in the Great Hall. The truth of what Ron was saying tore at the young wizards very being.

Though he tired to dismiss what Ron said, he couldn’t ignore the truth in his friend’s callous words. Throughout his disoriented sprint, and despite the Gryffindor’s best efforts, Harry thought about all the times Sirius would write hateful rants about Snape and the Malfoys. He thought about all the times his godfather urged him to give the Slytherins hell. Harry honestly thought that his godfather only wanted him to keep up the tradition of the Marauder pranks. However, the boy never put much worth to the “jokes” about Fluffy eating “snakes” as an afternoon snack. Harry just thought that his godfather was, maybe, trying to cheer him up by telling him what he thought he wanted to hear. Never in a million years would Harry have thought that his godfather was serious enough to actually attack Malfoy with the intent to kill, but now that he thought about it, how could he have not known.

“It’s my fault he’s dead!” The young seeker cried into the darkened halls of the castle. “It’s my fault because he was trying to make things easier for me!” Harry ran up a long, spiral staircase and cried. “I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have complained so much in my letters!...I should have just pretended that everything was okay!!...”

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In an unknown part of the castle, and hidden in the shadows of an abandoned classroom, was an irritated Draco Malfoy. He was trapped. And he had been trapped in that extremely hot room for about ten minutes, now. How did he get there? He had no idea. After he left the Great Hall, the Slytherin was actually headed toward the infirmary. His ribs were hurting and he wanted them tended to without anyone knowing that he was injured.

So as he made his way, alone, through the large empty corridors, everything magically shifted. For a moment, he second guessed himself and thought that he made a wrong turn. But his worries were washed away when he saw a familiar suit of armor that guarded the hospital wing. Then with forced calm, he walked through the familiar archway of the infirmary.

Next thing he knew...

The door, he had just walked in through, disappeared only seconds after it closed!

And now he stuck was here.

Trapped...

In this dusty, old, dark and hellishly hot classroom.

It was times like these that made Draco remember how much he hated this school and all its fucking quirks. It was also times like these, when he was trapped inside forgotten rooms, that made him wish his mother had allowed him to go to Durmstrang, as he initially wished.

It only took one second, after the door disappeared, for him to remember that he didn’t have his wand, thanks to Dumbledore’s new and stupid rule! It took him one minute of trying to futilely open the only window, then five more minutes of trying break the magically resistant glass, with a heavy ass chair, before he realized that he couldn’t get out, or even call for help. It then took two more minutes, for the furious and exhausted Veelan prince, to subsequently resign to the fact that he was going to have to wait for someone to find him.

Seeing how he had no choice in the matter, what-so-ever.

Unfortunately, since he wasn’t exactly sure how he got there in the first place, he had no idea how long it would take for someone to find him.

So for the time being, and after many deep meditative breaths, the Slytherin was now sitting cross legged, on top of his robe, which he spread out like a blanket. To pass the time, he decided to use the runes, his mother gave him, to predict if he would ever get out this godforsaken room.

The Slytherin pulled his first card and asked his first question.

“Why and what did I ever do to deserve being trapped in here?!!”

It was obvious that the boy didn’t believe in karma.

He flipped the card over, and just his luck, the first card he pulled was Perth- all things happen for a reason. The blond snorted, Perth was also usually dubbed the Murphy’s Law rune. Draco pulled another card and asked his second question.

“Am I going to be rescued anytime soon?”

He turned over the second rune, it was the..... Unknowable.

So far, in his opinion, it looked like he was fucked.

But he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He was a Malfoy, after all. So just as he pulled out the third and final card...

An arched door magically appeared and a crying Harry Potter burst into the empty classroom.

As he quietly and quizzically observed the distraught Gryffindor, who was now crying like a baby, on the other side of the room, Draco gently laid the last rune on his robe without looking at it.

“It’s all my fault!” The boy blubbered repeatedly as he leaned against the wall and beside the only window in the small room. “If I would have....(hiccup sob) just pretended I was okay....(hiccup sob) then Sirius --”

“Would have still attacked me.” The Slytherin drawled in an irritated fashion. Initially, he wasn’t going to let his presence be known, but now, he couldn’t help himself. The way Potter was carrying on was...disgusting. But moreover, he was pissed because he just realized that he missed his chance to escape the room!! He was so busy observing the Gryffindork he allowed the door to close. And when the door closed, it disappeared again! “Stupid Potter!!” Draco mentally grumbled.

Harry jerked to a start and spun around. Emerald eyes scanned the dark room to reveal no one. “Wh-who-who’s there?” He whimpered out as he tried to gather a reign on his emotions.

For about a minute, Draco debated on whether or not to show himself, before he finally decided that he’d be damned before he hid from Potter. Moreover, it wasn’t like the room was that large. All Potter had to do was walk about ten steps in his directions and he’d see who was in the room with him. So with his mind made up, the xanthochroid dramatically emerged out of the shadows and into the moonlight with a liquid grace.

“Malfoy!!” Harry seethed. “Why the hell are you following me?”

Draco arched an elegant brow and corrected snidely. “For your information Potter, I was here first!” Not that it was anything to brag about, mind you. But still, it was the principle of the whole thing.

“Like hell you were!” The Gryffindor bit out as he balled his hands into tight fist. “Why don’t you just leave me alone! I don’t do anything to you, but still, you always find it necessary to ruin my life!!”

Crystal eyes widened, affronted. “Excuse me?” Draco drawled as a delicate hand fluttered to his chest. “You don’t do anything to me? You’ve been a thorn in my side since the second time I ever met you!! I didn’t even know who you were back then!” The blond seethed. “ And you had the fucking cheek to act like you were better than me! You little arrogant prick!”

It was true. Draco Malfoy had no idea who Harry Potter was, well not really. That was why he didn’t recognize him in Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. He spent his first 7 years of his life, in a Veela palace. Though, Veela’s sometimes married outside their own kind, the blond demons really didn’t care about the races of beings outside of their kind. So the problems within the wizarding world, concerning Voldemort, was not a topic of discussion in the Palace. Harry Potter was not revered or even cared about there. When Draco moved into the Manor, after his sister died, Harry Potter wasn’t discussed much there either. Well actually, the Gryffindor wasn’t discussed at all, and he definitely wasn’t revered. So it wasn’t until the two met again at Kings Cross, and after Draco’s father urged him to be the boy’s friend, because Potter was supposed to be important or famous or something to that nature, did Draco sort of find out who Harry Potter was. Draco obeyed his father; even though the very looks of Potter, in his old, tattered and way too big clothes made the young prince want to cringe.

Poverty. He had never seen it before.

So just as Draco was stomaching the thought of having to be this poor boys friend, the prat had the fucking cheek to tell him that he wasn’t good enough!! Draco Malfoy. Draco MALFOY!! PRINCE Draconis Diabolis Malfoy of the 7th Veela House, the most respected house in the entire Veela Palace, was not good enough to be a fucking half-mudbloods friend!!!!

As if he really wanted to be the ragamuffins friend in the first place! Because he didn’t, he‘ll assure you a million times over!!

It was just the principle of the whole thing! That piece of trash told him, a PRINCE and a MALFOY that he wasn’t good enough!! Then, if that wasn’t humiliating enough, the four-eyed geek chose a POOR WEASEL over him! HIM, a PRINCE and a MALFOY.

It was a very disconcerting experience, to say the least. He didn’t like it. Not one bit! That incident didn’t just disrespect him, it disrespect his entire linage, on both sides!!

He could still remember it clearly, being frozen there with shock, his hand still out in an offer of friendship. A cruel and snotty voice telling him that he could chose the right sort for himself. Arrogant emerald eyes looking down at him as if he were dirt, or worse, a muggle.

And what did the sweet demon prince do to deserve such cruelty?

Not a damn thing.

“Are you serous?” Harry yelled. The boy was quaking with fury. “You’ve been holding a grudge, making my life miserable, since we were eleven because I didn‘t want to be your friend?!”

“No!” Draco lied. He knew very well that incident happened along time ago, but the way Potter said it, made his grudge sound... petty.

However, in the deep recesses of his mind, Draco might admit that his fury didn’t come from just being denied a friendship. No, if he was completely honest with himself, Draco would realize that his anger toward the Gryffindor was because that refusal was the first time anyone had ever said no to him. And because of that refusal, he now associated Potter with every rejection he’s had since then.

That was probably why when he tried to think of all the things that Harry had done to make his life miserable that memory always popped up first. Just thinking it about pissed Draco off, and he snarled at the boy who was glaring at him.

“And you have the nerve to call me arrogant!!” Harry spat out with pure disgust.

Crystal eyes narrowed. “And you think you’re not?” The blond drawled accusingly. “Weren’t you the boy who tried to commit suicide last year just because no one liked you anymore?!”

Emerald eyes widened in embarrassment. Dumbledore told him, assured him that no one knew of the depths of his sorrow.

Draco gave an uncompassionate snort and pointed with a flick of the wrist. “Now that’s arrogant! Who in the hell told you that you were so special that everyone was supposed to like you, Potter!” Draco cockily tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes even more. “Oh wait...Now I remember...It’s because your the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived. You think everyone owes you.--”

“Shut up!” The raven-haired boy yelled.

“Why?” The Slytherin drawled superiorly. “Can’t take the truth, Potty? Hurts to much?” He smirked evilly then raised his chin in a self-aggrandizing way. “Everyone hates me but don’t see me acting like a pathetic daft!”

“No, you act like a vindictive prat!” The Gryffindor grit out. How dare that blond git make light of his pain! “At least I don’t try to destroy everyone who dislikes me!”

“No, you just go and cry in darken corners. ” Draco drawled boredly and waved dismissively as he turned around. “To each their own, I suppose.”

The young prince walked back toward the other side of the room and finished what he was doing before Potter joined him in this prison. And for some dumb reason, he had no fear that Potter would attack him again. Draco crouched down and picked up the last rune and snorted. “Kano.” The rune of new opportunities, a fresh start. Draco glanced back at the Gryffindor and visibly gagged. As if!! He wasn’t nor did he want a fresh start with that prick.

Harry was literally shaking because he was so angry. “You seem to know a lot about me Malfoy, what have you been doing? Watching me?”

“Of course.” Draco answered with no shame as he carefully put his cards back in their teak box. “I always watch you. I watch everyone. That’s what I do.” He turned slightly and gave the boy a cocky smirk. “Know thy enemy, Potter... and you will know Exactly. How. To hurt them.”

That was the wrong thing to say, because before Draco could react, Harry was attacking him again.

It was lucky for the Slytherin that Potter was on the other side of the classroom because it gave him enough time to stand up, from his crouched position, and turn around. Harry grabbed the startled blond by the front of his expensive silk shirt and slammed Draco against the wall. Immediately, the Gryffindor raised his hand to pummel the fair haired boy in the face.

“Oh no you don‘t!” Draco growled out as he caught the tight fist in his hand, inches before it hit his face. Crystal eyes bore into jade. “Honestly Potter, You don’t think I’m going to allow this...twice? Do you?”

Harry tried to pull his fist back, but it didn’t budge. A flash of a memory of Draco holding Vernon’s wrist, brushed his thoughts, and sense of dread started building in his stomach.

The Slytherin gave a wickedly triumphant smirk and brought Harry’s hand down. “If you stop this nonsense right now...” He promised in a sinister whisper. “I won’t hurt you.”

“But you already have hurt me...” The raven haired boy whispered back, right before he head butted the boy in front of him.

“Bloody HELL!!” Draco released Harry and used one hand to soothe his aching forehead and his other to soothe the back of his head because it slammed against the wall.

“You MURDERED my Godfather!” The Gryffindor screamed hysterically as he grabbed the Slytherin by the shoulders and kneed him in the groin. “So there is nothing else you can do to hurt me!!”

Draco cupped his family jewels and slumped to the floor. Oh.. he was going to kill Harry Potter.

The young lion was tempted to kick and stomp on the injured snake, but as he watched Draco struggle to breathe as spittle trickled out of his mouth, Harry realized that maybe... he went to far. This revelation didn’t surface through his anger because of his Gryffindorish morals. No, Harry decided that he went too far because he was now having a hard time breathing, himself.

The air in the small classroom became thick. Thick with power and unfortunately, it wasn’t his own. Harry was familiar with this feeling. It was like being with Dumbledore, while in the old man’s office. However, Harry had never experienced air this thick. Nor had he ever heard it hum angrily before, like he was now.

Slowly, Draco pulled himself to his feet. He was breathing heavily and his head was lowered just enough so that his eyes were hidden in the shadow of blond fringe. His teeth were clenched tightly together as he showed off his impressive fangs.

“I’m going to kill you, Potter.” That was the vibe Harry was getting from the Slytherin. “I’m going to kill you and kill you slowly and very very painfully.” Yes, that was definitely the vibe Harry was getting. And even though Malfoy hadn’t actually said it yet, that statement was radiating off him in every one of his jerky movements. That unspoken statement, in conjunction with the fact that the Gryffindor didn’t have his wand, nor did he know how to do wand less magic, was very well possible at the moment.

When the blond looked up to reveal furious, silver-slit eyes, emerald eyes looked for a door that was no longer there. In a passing thought Harry wondered if saying that he was sorry would help his situation any. In another passing thought, he told himself that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.

“I’m sorry.”

A short shake of the head. “I don’t give a fuck.”

Because Harry had no idea that today was one of Draco’s holy days, he had no idea that he wasn‘t going to be murdered. Not today or any day. Onoshin was an odd religion to say the least, but Draco was very religious. The religion was purely Veelan and its very name meant demon follower. However, the religion didn’t worship any being. Not even Satan. Veela’s stopped following that loser once they lost the battle in heaven. Onoshin was more of a personal relationship with one’s self, which helped one tune into their natural powers. Know thy self, lead thy self and be a true follower of no one but thy self. That was the Onoshin creed. Along with this creed, there were tons of ritualistic events, days, and wisdoms to live by. Luckily for Potter, a combination of all those things were wrapped in today. The Day of Harmony. It was a day of fasting, non violence and forgiveness.

However, there was a loop hole. Draco may not be able to physically harm the foolish Gryffindor, in front out him, but he could verbally tear him into shreds. And that was the young prince’s specialty.

Harry stepped back a couple of steps when Draco stepped forward and into the moon light. Though Draco was facing him, half of the Slytherin’s face was hidden in shadow. The Gryffindor wanted to be brave, but a tiny voice that he rarely ever listened to, told him that this was not the time or place for such foolishness.

“Um..Malfoy.”

“Shut up.” The Slytherin hissed. “Just. Shut. UP!” He took a menacing step forward and began with his verbal torture.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Potter....Seeing that no one else seems to want to tell you the truth about your dear old godfather!” Another step which was even more threatening than the first.

Harry stepped back and bumped into the door-less wall.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why everyone believed that Black killed your parents?” Draco sneered when he received no answer. “You really never wondered why EVERYONE believed that Black was capable of killing your parents, Potter? I mean, why would EVERYONE, including Dumbledore, believe that Sirius Black was capable of MURDERING his best friends? The very people who trusted him enough, to not only be the godfather of their little spawn but to be their secret keeper as well?”

Harry had the bad feeling that he was about to learn something he didn’t want to know. “Because Peter set him up and--”

“WRONG!!” The blond practically screamed.

Harry was startled into silence by the uncharacteristic boisterousness of the Slytherin’s voice.

“I’ll tell you the truth, since everyone else is so hell bent on wanting you to believe lies!” Wicked silver-slit eyes glinted, then were accompanied with a malevolent drawl. “The reason why they believed that he murdered them... was because he wasn’t innocent.”

“You LIE!!” Harry shrilled.

“No...” Draco replied in sing song cruelness. “I speak the truth.”

“Sirius didn‘t kill my parents!“ Harry seethed. His body was rigid with anger. “He was innocent! It was Peter--”

“Black stopped being innocent the day he tried to murder Snape!” Draco interrupted with a voice that was as hard as steel.

“It was a prank...” The raven-haired boy choked. He hated talking about that incident. “That went too far.”

“Oh...” Malfoy said with false confusion. “Forgive me, I must have been misinformed. So now that you’ve set me straight, could you tell of which legal tome that considers ATTEMPTED MURDER a PRANK ?!!”

Harry blanched and didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer because there was none.

“That’s right, Potter There isn’t any!”

“He didn’t try to kill him!” Harry assured vehemently after he found his voice. “It was a prank!”

“So you’re saying that if I were to lie to you...” The Slytherin’s voice was deceptively calm. “And goad you into a location where I know an animal, out for bloodlust, is located...” Sliver eyes bore into emerald “You’re telling me... That’s a prank?....And not attempted murder?” A condescending brow lifted quizzically.

“Well if *you* were doing it…” Harry started indignantly.

But Draco interrupted. “What’s the difference if whether I do it or Black? The intent is still to have the person KILLED!”

Potter shook his head; he felt sick. He didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want to accept it even though he knew it was true.

Nevertheless, Draco kept on going. “You Gryffindors are such a hypocritical lot. You think crimes are justified just because of your House! You brag about being ‘noble’ but noble doesn’t always mean ‘good,’ Potter. It also means the appearance of what is good. Your godfather was only that... an appearance.” The blond ran a lazy hand through his hair making it feather beautifully. “Actually, from what I heard of the man, from my father and Professor Snape, he wasn’t even that. I heard he was petty, vindictive and as poor as a Weasley.”

Harry’s eyes widened angrily. He had heard stories about Lucius and Severus mercilessly teasing Sirius because of his families financial state. He hated them for doing that to him. Just as he hated Draco for doing it to Ron.

“Oh and before you go and make yourself believe that that was the reason he tried to kill my da--” Draco stopped himself from revealing too much about his relationship with Snape. “I’ll tell you the truth to what pushed him to such extremes that night....If you really want to know..” He could tell that Harry didn’t want to know, so he quickly volunteered the information before Potter could stop him. “Did you know that Lupin and Black were lovers back then?”

The Gryffindor’s eyes widen and his jaw fell ajar. He didn’t know that.

Draco smirked. The satisfaction of what he was doing to Potter made him slip back into complete human form. “Yes, they were lovers...But one of the two wanted another. A secret crush, whose name was revealed in the heat of passion...A name that didn’t belong to Sirius.. but to Severus...Lupin’s tutor, at the time.”

“You lie!” Harry shrilled and balled up his fist.

“Nope.” Draco smiled. “Not this time.”

Harry couldn’t believe it. There was no way that Remus would fall for Snape when he had Sirius. There was just no way. But yet....The Gryffindor knew it was true. Disgustingly true.

Malfoy chuckled at Potter’s distress. “Oh yes, Black was furious too. But what could he do? He was out brained, out classed, and out magically matched when it came to Snape. That’s why he didn’t even attempt a wizard’s duel, for he would only loose.” Draco tutted with mock sympathy. “And that wouldn’t have been good to his already fragile self-esteem.” Malfoy tilted his head in ersatz contemplation. “I would assume that it would be fragile... if your lover called out your archenemies name in the midst of an orgasm.... Though, I wouldn‘t know personally. It’s never happened to me. ”

“Shut UP!” Harry was seething now, even though he felt rooted against the wall.

“Now... what were the words Lupin used to shatter Black’s poor little heart into a million pieces.” Draco drawled in amused tone as he pinched the bridge of his nose in mock thought. Oh, he was enjoying this, immensely. “Ah yes, now I remember. It was ‘Severus, my Severus.’...”

“Shut up!” Harry yelled again as he stepped forward.

“You know... That’s why Black chose to kill Snape by Lupin’s own hand. He wanted to punish, not only the object of the werewolf’s desire but Lupin as well.” Malfoy smirked at the pain that was painting itself in Harry’s eyes. “Yes, he wanted to teach his lover a lesson for falling in love with a Slytherin--”

“I SAID shut UP!!” Harry screamed manically as he rushed the boy, for the third time.

“Oh you son of a mudblood!” Draco grit out after he was slammed, painfully, against the window. He was really getting tired of being slammed against things. Moreover, he hated physical violence. He found it so....mugglish.

In blind fury, Harry tried to push Draco through the glass. His intent was not to kill the Slytherin, even though the result of Malfoy falling out of the tower window would end up in death. Harry merely wanted Draco out of the room and away from him. His desire for separation was so strong, that the magically tampered window actually disappeared. Unfortunately, it disappeared at the exact moment Draco twisted out of his grip.

The Slytherin stood there, with his eyes wide. He was shocked. How did Potter do that without a wand? Then his mind processed what happened. He was alone in the classroom!...Because Potter just fell out of the window!!

After a hard swallow, Draco cautiously, and reluctantly, peered over the ledge to see whether or not Harry hit the ground yet. He really hoped that he wouldn’t have to watch the impact.

“Help!” Was the frantic scream.

Draco peered over a little further and noticed that the Gryffindor was desperately holding onto a gargoyle.

“Oh, you’re still alive.” Malfoy drawled darkly. “Pity.”

Inwardly, the Slytherin was glad. He just knew that if the Boy- Who- Lived fell out of a window and died, he would be the one blamed. Especially since he was the only other person in the room.

“Help me!!” Harry pleaded as he tried to get a better grip on the gargoyle he was hanging on too. “Please!”

“Why should I?” Draco asked indignantly. “It was you who tried to push *me* through the window. It’s your own damn fault that you fell into your own trap!”

“Malfoy...Please....” The raven-haired boy squeaked. He was slipping “I’m sorry...I‘m sorry for everything....”

“I bet you are.” The Slytherin drawled arrogantly. “I don’t see why you need my help. You are the Boy-Who-Lived, after all. If the killing curse couldn’t kill you, I’m sure..” Draco peered a little further and looked at the ground, then finished his sarcastic statement. “I’m sure a 200ft drop won’t kill you either.”

Harry closed his emerald eyes and refused to beg for his life again. He decided that he was just going to hold on as long as he could and hope someone else would save him. Then his grip slipped and so did his resolve, as he screamed.

“MALFOY!!!”

The boy being called was going to let Potter beg a little longer, but he could tell that the boy was slipping and was about to lose his grip completely. Reluctantly, the Slytherin leaned half of his body out of the window and out stretched his arm.

“Here! Grab hold of my hand, Potty!”

“Thank you...” Harry breathed out in relief as he ignored the insult to his name.

“No need to thank me!” Malfoy snapped. “And don’t think that I’m saving your sorry excuse of a life because I care. I’ll assure you that I don’t!” He wiggled his fingers for the Gryffindor to hurry up. “I’m only doing this because you’re going to owe me a wizards debt!” Grudgingly, Draco leaned a little further out of the window. He couldn’t reach Harry. “And you can bet your lousy arse that I WILL collect!”

“Fine!” The Gryffindor agreed. “Who cares, just pull me up!”

When Harry grabbed Draco’s hand, the flaxen-haired boy wasn’t expecting the Gryffindor to be so heavy. So it was a shock,to the both of them, when Draco fell out of window as well. Expecting to be pulled up, not down, Harry slipped off of the gargoyle and now both teens were now falling at an alarming rate towards their death.

While Harry writhed around in the air and screamed loud enough for everyone in Hogwarts to hear, the Slytherin remained calm as he murmured a Veelan spell that shredded his silk shirt. He then veered himself closer to the shrieking Gryffindor.

“Shut up, Potter! I got you!” Draco growled as he fought against the Gryffindor’s flapping robe and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist. They were both falling head first as Draco glanced up and at the rapidly approaching ground. After a moments decision, he spun the both of them in the air, so once Draco changed the direction of their decent, he would be on the bottom and Harry would be on top.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, Potter!” The blond ordered.

In a terrified daze, a still screaming Harry Potter obeyed the inhumanly calm Slytherin and wrapped his arms, in a death grip, around bare shoulders. He didn’t care that he was hugging Malfoy. He didn’t care that when everyone found their dead bodies, there would be rumors of it being a lovers leap. And he sure as hell didn’t care that he was screaming like a girl when he should have been a brave Gryffindor. No, he didn’t care at all because he was going to DIE!!.

Immediately after Harry held on to him, Draco’s eyes turned into silver snake like slits, long white-blond hair waterfalled over the boy’s shoulders and down his back, but most notably, huge, white, angelic wings emerged out of his back.

However, Harry didn’t see all of this because the boy had his face hidden against Draco’s chest.

The Veela quickly realized that because of the speed in which they were falling, and their combined weight, he couldn’t fly them out of danger; however, he did manage, barely managed, to careen their direction and glide them about a foot off the ground, safely yet haphazardly through thorny bushes and prickly weeds.

When they finally slid, about 50 yards, on the ground, to a painful halt, Draco was lying on his back, his wings were spread eagle and Harry was lying on top of him. The shirtless Slytherin was in terrible shape. He had taken the brunt of the force when they flew through the bushes, and he had taken all of the impact as the slid against the rocky grass.

So needless to say, Draco was NOT happy.

The two laid there, in silence, for a good minute before Harry shot up into a sitting position and screamed like a mad man.

“OWWW!!” The blond cried out as he glared at the boy who was straddling his waist and screaming his bloody head off. “Dammit! Shut up, Potter!! And Get off my fucking wings!!” More than his wings were hurting him, but he wasn’t going to let Harry know that.

The raven-haired boy patted his body frantically as he looked at the boy under him. “I’m alive?!!” He didn’t hear nor care about what Malfoy was screaming about. “I’m ALIVE!!!”

“Of course you are!” Draco snapped and pushed Harry off of his waist. “But you won’t be for long if you don’t get off my wings!” Oh God his body hurt.

Harry fell back and landed on Draco’s legs, but it did get him off of the boys large, white, angel-like wings.

Potter stammered. His emerald eyes were as wide as saucers. For the first time since Draco’s change, he actually looked at the boy in front of him. “It...it ..it was you?!

“What in Loki’s name are you blabbering about?” Malfoy spat out, half in fury/half not caring at all. Instead of waiting for an answer, the Slytherin ignored the Gryffindor and assessed the damage to his body. He had bruises and cuts, and deep gashes everywhere. He also had leaves and twigs entangled in his long white-gold mane and in his wings.

On the other hand, Harry, who not only had on his shirt but his robe as well, was well protected and not injured in the least. So there was nothing to distract his attention away from the blond in front of him. Enraptured eyes of jade trained itself on the angelic creature. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe that the angel in front of him was actually the sadistic bastard Draco Malfoy.

Before Harry realized it, his hand was reaching forward to touch the long, oh so soft looking white-blond tresses that framed the angel’s face and fell around his shoulders and waist, in soft romantic waves. Draco’s elfin face, heart shaped lips and sliver feline eyes, which were shrouded within thick, long, blond eyelashes was picturesque of heavenly beauty. Even frowning, no scowling, he looked extremely beautiful and.... serene...?

Harry’s mouth fell ajar and in a hoarse whisper he squeaked. “I remember you!”

As if he just remembered that Potter was there, Draco turned his attention back to the boy, who was still sitting on his lap, Actually, he did just remember Harry was there. “Get off of me, Potter!” The Veelan prince snapped as he pushed the Gryffindor off of him completely.

“I remember you!” Harry repeated after he hit the ground.

“I would hope so, seeing how I’m the one who took the brunt of the head injuries here!” Then to make his point, Draco wiped off a rivulet of blood that streamed out of his long white-blond hair and across his forehead.

Harry noticed that the Draco’s blood was ...sliver. This was actually the first time he had ever seen Draco bleed. Or in this angelic form, for that matter. “What are you?”

“What the hell do I looked like?” Malfoy bit out as he preened the twigs out of his wings and hair.

“Are you an angel?” Harry asked diffidently. “Is that why you saved me, just now...” The raven-haired boy bit his lip then asked sheepishly. “Is that why you saved me... that night, as well?”

Draco was shocked stiff and visibly paled. How in the hell did Potter remember that night? The boy was unconscious when he found them.

The night both of the boys were remembering happened last year, a few weeks after Draco killed Sirius Black. One would think that the other Gryffindors would have comforted Harry, after the death of his godfather, but no, it didn’t happen. Potter had to work out his grief on his own, and the already depressed boy wasn’t handling it very well.

Draco wasn’t lying when he admitted that he watched Potter, because he did and always had. Usually it was to get the boy in trouble, but after he killed Black, he watched the boy to make sure Potter didn’t do something stupid. Like attack and try to kill him. But Potter didn’t react to the death of his godfather like Draco expected, or would have done himself. No, instead of acting out in retaliation, Harry went into a self destructive depression.

At first, Draco was glad to see the Gryffindor suffer. The Slytherin thought Harry knew that Black was going to try and kill him. He did, after all, use a dark magic technique to read Black’s memories before he killed the man, so he knew of what the convict told his godson. That was also how Draco found out about Lupin’s betrayal. Nevertheless, as Draco secretly observed or had certain Malfoy/Slytherin friendly pictures observe and report to him about what Harry was doing, Draco realized that Harry unknowingly idolized a murderer. Though Sirius didn’t kill Potter’s parents, and he failed to kill him or his stepfather, the older Gryffindor had killed many others who were loyal to the purebloods cause. And since Sirius Black was not an Auror or given permission by the Ministry to take out supposed followers of Voldemort, he was a murderer in Draco’s eyes.

It was while secretly watching Harry cry, did Malfoy sort of develop a conscious. However, he didn’t feel bad about killing Black, but he did sort of ...kind of.... feel bad for Harry‘s loss. Only because he could empathize with his rival. Draco knew what it felt like to lose a family member. Especially a beloved one.

It was lucky for Harry that Draco was watching him because that same night, when his icy heart started to melt, the raven-haired seeker ran into the Forbidden Forest and tried to kill himself by swallowing a lethal amount of Paris Green.

Draco had no idea where the Gryffindor got the toxic green powder, but that didn’t matter because Harry was dieing. Ironically, it was in the same exact location Black died.

For a good minute, Draco debated on what he was going to do. He really didn’t like Potter, and he really didn’t care if Harry died. Well, that’s what he told himself, so it was against his better judgment that he changed into his true form and flew the pitiful wizard to the infirmary.

Of course, after the fact, he left without anyone knowing what he did. He didn‘t want to ruin his reputation over Potter.

“I thought...it was a dream.” Harry breathed out as he tried to hold back his tears. “I thought I dreamt an angel saved me, when... I tried to kill myself.” Hot tears streamed out of emerald eyes despite his best efforts to keep them at bay.. “But it wasn’t a dream....because you were that angel!”

It was that angel that kept Harry from trying to kill himself again this summer. Whenever he felt sad, he thought of that beautiful face that looked down at him, but without out pity but with understanding. He remembered being cradled in strong arms that made him feel safer than he had ever felt in his entire life. He remember that to him, that embrace felt like...what he imagined love to feel like. It was a feeling he had never felt before but desperately needed.

“I’m not an angel, Potter.” Draco cut in, in a flat annoyed tone. “I’m Veela.” And Veelas were descendants of fallen angels, but the Slytherin didn’t bother to explain that. Malfoy stood up, reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief. “Here, wipe your tears away. Don’t you know that boy’s don’t cry?”

“But men do.” Harry shot back with as much pride as he could muster, but he took the piece of cloth anyway.

Malfoy dismissively flicked his wrist as he waved the argument away. He still felt that crying was weak, but he was not in the mood to fight over something so petty. All he wanted to do, right now, was retrieve his runes and get his wounds tended too.

“To each their own, I guess.” He drawled as the turned to walk away.

Crying didn’t necessarily bother Draco. Actually, depending on who it was, he loved to see and make people cry. However, Harry’s tears affected him in ways he did not understand, and right now, self evaluation was the last thing on his mind.

When Draco started walking away, Harry choked out. “Why....why did you save me....tonight...and that time...before...I thought you hated me?”

Malfoy bristled after that comment. The feathers of the boy’s beautiful yet massive wings actually puffed up in a display of his anger.

“Despite what you may believe, Potty...I‘m not completely heartless!” The blond answered irritably as he stopped in his tracks.

Harry didn’t respond; instead he just looked down and at the elegant folded piece of cloth in his hands. He was ashamed that he even asked the question after everything Draco had done for him. The Slytherin, his nemesis, saved him when no one else cared.

After a long moment of silence, the Veelan prince gave the raven-haired boy a side profile of his beautiful face and sighed out reluctantly. “Then again, Potty.... maybe I am completely heartless. And mayhaps the only reason I saved you is... because... I understand your sorrow.”

And with that reluctant confession, the fallen angel flapped his glorious wings and flew back up toward the tower and window they fell out of to retrieve his belongings.

Harry watched Draco fly away in awe. When a single white feather, from Draco’s wings, floated down, the seeker quickly got up and caught it before it could hit the ground. It was huge, a little larger than a writing quill, and extremely soft. When he looked back up, Draco was gone. Harry then looked back at the angelic feather and quickly and gingerly wrapped it in the silken cloth. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but the Gryffindor hugged the shrouded feather against his chest as if it were a precious treasure.

Maybe he did it because to him, it was a precious treasure. It was the only proof he had of his angel; despite the fact that his angel was unfortunately Draco Malfoy.


tbc....
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