Weapon

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn’t my property. Never was. This plot is mine though.

Author’s Notes: Welcome back to another fun fun chapter of Weapon by me! ^^


Chapter 7: You Tip off Reality

His transformation was complete. Draco stared at his reflection, trying to get used to the startling pale blue color that replaced the one steel grey/blue color of his eyes. He shook his head slightly and pulled on the refashioned quidditch uniform Harry had put aside for him. Felt strange to be wearing the gear outside of a actual game. His uniform was like the one Hermione and the other’s wore, but for a long silver snake that was etched up his left arm shielding. It was strange how the two ‘sides’ of him had merged. Somehow his Veela side had come to a truce with his wizard side. That in itself made Draco feel like he was stronger then he could of been before all this.

As he walked towards Professor Dumbledore’s office he rubbed his chin, trying to get used to the feeling of facial hair being there. He had shaved the sides of his jaw, just keeping the goat-t. He felt it made him look less Malfoy.

\" Funny how time slips by you and you don’t quite realize it,\" A voice said.

Draco turned back to see Ron walking behind him.

\" Decided to keep the shadow eh?\" Ron asked.

\" Too lazy to shave,\" Draco said.

Ron laughed, rubbing his own goat-t he had grown while Draco was ‘away’.

\" Must be in the rules somewhere,\" he said. \" Must have facial hair if you hang with the ‘Golden Trio’ or something.\"

Ron’s expression became more serious the closer they drew to Dumbledore’s office.

\" I know this might be prying into your personal life,\" Ron said. \" But do you love her?\"

Draco stopped walking and looked at Ron, \" Come again?\"

Ron stopped walking himself, standing in front of him.

\" Do you love her?\" He asked.

\" What kind of question is that?\" Draco asked.

\" I want to know,\" Ron said.

Draco glared at some of the ornate stain glass window panes for a few moments.

\" Because her love for you is what prevented Voldermort from hurting you. It’s what burned your Father’s hand,\" Ron said. \"She loves you enough to protect you…Just like Harry’s mother protected him.\"

Draco’s thoughts went to the incident in the Great Hall briefly, and the image of his father’s hand smoking and bright red came to mind.

\" What do you get out of it if I do love her?\" he asked.

\" Peace of mind,\" Ron said.

Hard to believe that just a few years before, Draco used to hate the red head who stood across from him. The same red head who helped Hermione save his life. Draco began to walk again.

\" Then you have your ‘peace of mind’,\" Draco said.

But before they could reach the ‘home stretch’ of the journey to Dumbledore’s office something grabbed Draco’s attention. He stopped mid step, and quickly looked around.

\" What?\" Ron asked.

Draco gave the gesture for Ron to be quiet, then suddenly bolted down the hallway in a full run. Ron had to bolt after him to keep up. Soon they had reached the Quidditch pitch. There waiting for them was Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. There was a knowing smile on Snape’s face.

\" I see you have recovered well,\" Snape smoothly said.

Draco’s eyes narrowed, \" What the hell did you do?\"

\" One marvelous thing about your kind Draco is the ‘sixth’ sense you now have,\" Snape said. \" Any form of danger to the ones you care about makes you react instantly. Very difficult to control I might also add.\"

Draco felt his arms drop to his sides, \" Why do I feel like I’m in the middle of some big joke that no one is bringing to light?\"

\" What all do you know?\" Snape asked.

\" Voldermort has returned, using my Father’s body as a host,\" Draco said. \" And that I’ve been asleep for two weeks and somehow my whole fuckin’ ‘Veela’ transformation turned me into some kind of freak.\"

At the one cuss word Dumbledore gave a slight chuckle.

\" Am I missing anything there?\" Draco asked.

Dread licked at the back of his mind as Snape and Dumbledore exchanged a look.

\" Some,\" Dumbledore said. \" While you were asleep Narcissa had come to Hogwarts as a ‘Safe Haven’ from Lucius.\"

\" I sense bad news coming,\" Draco said.

\" There isn’t on that course,\" Dumbledore said. \" Appears she had to live behind a shell while living in Lucius’ company. She had brought something to my attention that I haven’t noticed before. You had not mentioned your crossed lineage to me while you were in school here.\"

\" I felt it wasn’t important,\" Draco said.

\" Even the smallest stone makes ripples when thrown into a pond,\" Dumbledore said.

Draco felt himself staring at the old man for a minute or so before Ron put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.

\" I believe it to be in your best interest to have a chat with Hermione,\" Ron said. \" There’s plenty for you two to talk about.\"

Draco didn’t feel like arguing, so he turned and made his way back into the castle. He only heard the last half of something Snape said.

\" Lucius was lethal by himself, but with Voldermort using him, I don’t think there’s much chance for success here,\" Snape said.

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Hermione let her mind wonder while she chewed on the end of her quill. She sat on the window ledge, reading something she had written years before. She felt someone watching her and slowly looked up to see Draco sit down close to her feet. Ever sense he had woken up from her potion she’d found it hard to breathe around him. It was like all her feelings for him had multipled and she didn’t know how.

She closed her old diary and placed it on a nearby table. Draco took her hands and kissed the top of them. Her breathing quickened more.

\" I need to thank you,\" He said. \" For helping me in the Great Hall.\"

\" Aren’t you supposed to help the ones you love?\" She asked, breathless.

\" Yes,\" he said.

She found herself leaning closer to him.

\" I want to hear you say it,\" he said quietly.

She softly smiled, \" I Love You.\"

Draco closed the gap between them and kissed her with new found emotion. She returned his deep kisses with her own.

\" I should of trusted you,\" He whispered.

\" I didn’t expect you to thank me, much less say you should of trusted me,\" She whispered back.

\" You were only looking out for me,\" he said.

She played with the wirey hair on his chin while she looked into his eyes.

\" Your eyes changed color,\" She said.

He softly smiled, \" That’s the lovely Veela blood for you.\"

\" No battling with your sides anymore?\" She asked.

\" All’s peaceful in my head,\" Draco replied.

She slid off the ledge and kept her grip on his hands. He let her drag him out some ways in the aisle.

\" And where are we going?\" He asked.

\" Your room,\" She said.

He blinked at her for a moment, \" It’s the middle of the day.\"

She kissed him again, \" I know.\"

\" Right,\" he said. \" Lead away.\"

She chuckled as she led him by the hand out of the library.