Song of the Sea

chapter eight

Blaise Zabini was on a mission. It had been a week since Draco had spilled everything to Harry and the boy had been avoiding them for all that time. Draco had fallen into a deep depression and hadn't even been to the lake and he was fading. his skin was all dried up and he was paler than usual and Blaise had had enough. he knew that Harry wasn't going to listen to him so he needed to find someone he would listen to, and so Blaise was on a mission to hunt down the only person he knew would even speak to him, even though it made his heart clench to do it. He was on his way to find Longbottom. He knew he had to put his feelings for the gryff aside because draco needed him, and he had a feeling that Harry needed his help too. he had seen the raven haired boy looked at Draco when he thought no one else was looking. he knew he had feelings for him. He just didn't know why the boy was so against it.

Why was Harry pushing Draco away? Why was he so scared and why had he been so upset when Draco had confessed to him? did he not know that Draco was head over heels in love with him? From the way Harry had reacted he was leaning towards definitely not on that last one. someone needed to tell that boy how obsessed draco was about him and convince him that it all happened before the inheritance because knowing the golden boy, he would assume it was only because of the mate bond and not anything else, but draco had been all about the boy who lived since they met that day at madam malkins.

Blaise finally made it to greenhouse three, where he knew Neville would be and made his way inside. the gryffindor boy was tending to some fanged Geranium, and had his back to him. he leaned against the door way with his arms crossed, admiring longbottoms arse. he cleared his throat to make himself known and smirked when neville whirled around to look at his face instantly turning a shade of pink.

"B-Blaise", he stammered. "What are you doing here?" Blaise held his smirk as he answered the clearly flustered boy.

"I need your assistance in something, longbottom. something to do with Harry. I know what his feelings are towards one pale blonde snake, do you?" he could see Neville hesitate and then gulp before he nodded an affirmative. good, this was good. "Well, that snake has the same feelings in regards to your lion. I need your help in getting Harry to realize this. i'm going to tell you something, and you have to swear to keep it between you, me, Harry and Draco. as it is Draco would kill me for telling you this at all, but he isn't doing well and he needs Harry." By the time he was finished, Neville was nodding his head, a determined look on his face.

"Harry is my friend and if what you say is true then I'm in. Harry deserves to be Happy." Blaise grinned at this and made the gryff blush again. this was gonna be good.

HPDM

Harry had been sitting in the common room for an hour, listening to Neville and Blaise, refusing to acknowledge what they were saying was true. He didn't understand why Neville was doing this to him, but he supposed that the other boy had believed the story Blaise had told him about Draco loving him. He finally decided he had had enough and stood up and stalked away. He went straight to the showers and locked the doors, refusing anyone access until he was done. What he needed was a good long soak. Maybe a good wank to relieve some tension. He spent an hour in the shower, letting the boiling water wash over him. He had heard pounding on the door a few times, once with Ron screaming at him, but he had ignored it all. they could wait. He just needed to think. or not think, since that's what he was really doing.

Hesighed deeply before he turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, really dreading having to go in the dorm and ignore Draco again. he just didn't know what he was feeling or what he should be feeling. he knew that his whole life dumbledore had been planning his future, how he would kill voldemort, how he would die, the prophecy, all of it. He knew that his feelings for Draco were real, he had had them since fourth year, when he realized he just might die and the only thing he could think of was the fact that he never even got a chance to be with the blonde.

Harry squared his shoulders, and lifted his head in determination. He was going to find out how Draco really felt. if he loved him for him, or because of some mate bond. he opened the door to the dorm, but his thoughts rushed out of his brain when a blonde head slammed into the floor at his feet. draco had apparently been propped up against the bathroom door, and he didn't look so good. he was ashen and his skin looked dry and flaky and harry suddenly remembered what he had said about using the showers instead of the lake when he needed to be in the water but couldn't get out at night. Harry had stayed away for a week and it looks as though in that time draco hadn't gone to the lake at all.

He had probably tried to get under the water in the tubs, but Harry had locked him out. How could he be so stupid!!! he quickly sent a patronus to blaise demanding his help and dragged Draco to the giant tub in the shower area. he quickly filled the round tub with water and stripped the boy of his clothing, trying to keep his eyes above the belt. this was not the time for that!

Blaise burst through the doors, followed closely by Neville and stopped in his tracks as they all watched as Draco began to transform. his legs fused together and blue and green iridescent

scales rippled down his tail, his hands grew talons and webbing in between each finger, his hair grew longer, and Harry knew that if his eyes had been open they would be glowing a silver blue color. he had to shift the bot to a more comfortable looking position as he had webbed spines growing out of his back and he didn't want draco to be in anymore pain than he already seemed to be in.

Harry couldn't seem to stop staring at Draco. He seemed to be glowing and was even more stunning than he had ever seen him. He knew right then that if Draco really wanted him, he would be his. He kneeled down next to the tub and took one of Draco's talons in his hand and squeezed it.

HPDM

Ronald Weasley was furious. Not only did he have to room with two poufs,but now he had been attacked by one and was now standing outside the bathrooms, trying to get in again, staring down at the limp body of the damn ferrett. he moved away when he heard movement on the other side of the door and scrambled to hide. he heard Harry open the door and Draco's head hit the floor. he smirked. good, the bastard deserved it, after what he had done to ron. he stiffened when he heard running footsteps, and held his breath. he snuck a little closer and hung on every word of what was going on in the other room. There wasn't too much to hear, so he peeked around the corner, making sure he couldn't be seen and almost gave himself away when he gasped at the picture in front of him. Draco was a mermaid?! oh this could be good for him. He knew just how he was going to get back at the blonde. He silently slinked away, off to search for dean and seamus. He knew they would love to help him. oh, this was going to be so good. Malfoy was gonna get what was coming to him.