A/N: bit of a shorter one this time, but I hope the above picture will make up for it!!!! An awesome person on Deviantart called NeraLuna created it for me (they also created the cover for Understood!) Werewolf Draco! (Please note that this picture is under copyright and cannot be used without permission from the creator, who has given me full permission to use this image). It might even become a cover at some point :) things should start to kick off in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

WhY aM I StILL ALivE

HoW LoNg HAs iT BeeN

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KiLL mE AlREadY

GeT iT OvER WitH

Please.

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Saturday's. Ah, how Harry enjoyed them. No horrid History Of Magic class to sit through, no stupid toad-teachers to deal with. Well, at least until five o'clock.

The vampire shifted in the bed, sitting up and yawning. Draco was still fast asleep, and Harry smile down at the unconscious figure. He looked so beautiful when he was sleeping.

Deciding to stop being creepy, Harry got out of bed and trotted down the stairs, just as an owl came flying in from a window they'd left open. It had the Daily Prophet tied to its leg, and Harry ran up to his room to get a few bronze coins, Knuts, to pay for the paper.

As per usual, there was the whole 'Harry Potter is insane and so is Albus Dumbledore' story plastered across the front page. Harry sighed. It had been months, and they were still printing the same stories? Harry would've thought that people might have gotten bored of reading about an insane child by now, but it seemed the public just ate this sort of stuff up.

He turned it to the next page, scanning it quickly with disinterest. Nothing of importance was really featured, until he saw a small article hidden underneath an ad for Madame Malkin's robes.

TRESPASS AT MINISTRY
Sturgis Podmore, 38, of number two Laburnum Gardens, has appeared in front of the Wizengamot and has been charged with trespassing and attempted robbery at the Ministry Of Magic on the 31st of August. Podmore was arrested as he was caught trying to force his way through a top security door at one o'clock in the morning. Podmore refused to speak in his own defence, and was sentenced to six months in Azkaban.

Harry frowned. Podmore. Where had he heard that name before? He knew he'd heard it...

Wait. He did know where he'd heard that name. The group of students at Grimmauld Place had been escorted to King's Cross for extra protection, and Harry vaguely remembered Mad-Eye being annoyed that Sturgis hadn't shown up. He was definitely a member of the Order Of The Phoenix.

He made a mental note to talk to Ron or Hermione about it later. They'd probably have a better idea of the situation than he did.

He flicked to the next page, eyes widening. Sirius' face was splayed across the paper, the headline practically shouting at him.

SIRIUS BLACK SPOTTED IN LONDON
The Prophet has been told from reliable sources that Sirius Black has been sighted in London, in a town close to Hogsmeade. This man is a notorious mass murderer, who has killed thirteen people before breaking out of Azkaban. The ministry would like to warn anyone who sees this man to notify the authorities immediately, and to not approach him.

Harry sat down on the couch, glaring at the words. Sirius? What was he doing near Hogsmeade?! Harry let out a groan of frustration. He better not be doing what Harry assumed he was.

"Harry," Draco's tired voice sounded, Harry turning and seeing the sleepy werewolf standing on the stairs, Hedwig sitting on his shoulder. "Your owl woke me up."

"Sorry," Harry said, quickly untying the letter from Hedwig's leg, anxious to red Sirius' reply.

Dear Harry,
Owls may be intercepted. Meet me in Hogsmeade at 1:00. Bring food.
Snuffles.

Harry scowled. "Bloody idiot," he muttered. "He's going to get himself caught."

"Caught? Who?"

"Sirius. I owled him last night about my scar, and apparently he's in Hogsmeade."

"Oh," Draco replied, looking worried. "Not the best idea on his part, then."

"No. Definitely not. He's been spotted, look," Harry said, handing the newspaper to Draco who read the article quickly.

"Great. Are we going then?"

"I suppose so. We can tell him to go back to Grimmauld Place while we're at it," Harry murmured. "I'm going to get dressed."

Draco nodded, flicking through the paper, finding nothing else of particular interest, still glaring angrily at the front page where Harry's face was pictured. Sometimes things just weren't fair.

******

The first part of Harry's day had flown by, and it had consisted of nothing but doing homework.

At least he'd gotten a decent portion of the ever growing mountain finished, which was a relief.

The ground crunched underneath Harry's shoes as he looked around Hogsmeade. September already... Time had flown, it wouldn't be long until Christmas. Many students had decided to spent their Saturday at Hogsmeade as well it seemed, other people milling around and enjoying their free time.

"He said bring food," Harry muttered under his breath, knowing Draco would be ab,e to hear him. The werewolf nodded, leaving Harry momentarily to jog towards one of the many grocery stores that stood in the Main Street of Hogsmeade.

He returned with a bag, full of food. "Will this do?"

"Definitely. He didn't tell us where to meet him, so-"

"Harry, look," Draco cut him off, pointing towards a furry black dog trotting down the street. It seemed to notice that they knew of its presence, so turning on its heels in began to trot back in the direction it came from, Draco and Harry following.

They eventually reached the Shrieking Shack, following the black dog inside. It morphed into the form of a grinning, but hungry looking, Sirius Black.

"Why the hell are you here?!" Harry practically yelled as Draco handed over the bag of food, watching with slight fear and cautiousness as the ex criminal tore into a loaf of bread.

"I was bored," Sirius mumbled around the huge amount of food in his mouth. "Plus, I didn't know if owls were getting intercepted."

"But you shouldn't be here! You were sighted somewhere near here, and Remus'll be throwing a fit!" Harry hissed.

"Humph," Sirius muttered, still managing to speak as he ate. "You're not much fun."

"Not when you could get sent back to Azkaban!"

"Fair enough. So, what's this about this Umbridge lady?"

"She's our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Draco spoke up. "She's from the ministry."

"And she doesn't teach us anything," Harry added.

"I thought as much," Sirius replied. "The ministry doesn't want you trained in combat magic."

"Why? Does Fudge think we're making some sort of army?" Harry asked.

"That's exactly what he thinks. He doesn't trust anyone anymore, and doesn't want to be overthrown. My guess is that Umbridge is there to keep watch on Dumbledore, and at the same time, prevent any sort of 'army' from being made," Sirius said, biting into an apple.

"She's horrible," Harry said. "Ugly, smells bad, loves pink way too much, makes me write lines that appear on my goddamn hand-"

"She's pretty racist too," Draco said as Sirius took Harry's hand to inspect the words cut into it.

"Yes," Sirius replied. "Has something against half-breeds. She drafted an anti-werewolf legislation; makes it impossible for Remus to keep a job. She hates all half breeds, even tried rounding up and tagging mermaids and centaurs a while ago. Didn't work, of course."

"I hate her," Draco simply spat, angry at the woman who'd now made it quite impossible for him to earn his own money in the future.

"Seems like a lot of people do. Newt's been writing to Grimmauld Place to keep everyone updated, and it's no secret that he hates her."

"Does he have a reason for hating her?" Harry asked.

"No, he just does. He's weird like that, Newt is. Doesn't tell anyone anything if he doesn't want to, and a damn good actor if I've ever seen one," Sirius mumbled. "Snape's suspicious of him, but then again, most people in the Order are. No one really knows who he is."

"He's Newt Scamander," Harry answered. "He wrote Fantastic Beasts."

"Yes, we know that," Sirius replied. "But other than that he's a complete mystery. We have no idea about his life story, other than that he disappeared in 1926 and somehow reappeared last year. He's powerful, and extremely clever. He just doesn't want anyone to know that. Anyways, back to your scar. What happened?"

"She grabbed my hand to look at the cut, but she jumped backwards when she felt how cold my skin was. As soon as she touched me, my scar started hurting in the same way it does whenever I have nightmares or whenever Voldemort is around, or feeling a particularly strong emotion or something."

"Strange."

"You don't think Voldemort could be controlling her or something?"

"I doubt it," Sirius replied. "Unless he was controlling the entire ministry as well, or something like that. It doesn't seem likely, but you can never be too careful."

******

Sunday rolled around faster than Draco could have expected, and he'd been dreading the day ever since he'd figured out that this was the first full moon of the school year.

He desperately didn't want to open his eyes, knowing he'd be a shivering, trembling, feverish wreck, but did so anyways.

The world whirled and spun nauseously before him, and he didn't even attempt to move, simply lying there and waiting for the vampire curled up next to him to awaken. It didn't take long for Harry to open his eyes, dozing.

"Feeling okay?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco didn't answer, just closed his eyes and tried to draw in deep breaths, that not helping the pounding sensation running through his head. Everything seemed foggy and blurry. His throat felt like it was on fire, his stomach twisting uncomfortably.

A small shred of relief ran through him as Harry pressed his hand to Draco's forehead. "Well, you've definitely got a fever."

Draco simply whimpered, head clearing slightly as Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him close. Draco snuggled up against Harry, his headache now becoming more of a dull throb than the previous sensation that felt like someone was repeatedly hitting him with a hammer.

******

It was around 4:30 when Draco regained his strength back, now unable to sit still and pacing around the room. He could feel it already, the burning fire running through his veins, the aching of his bones and muscles.

"You're going to be late for your detention."

"I thought we already agreed that I wasn't going," Harry replied, looking up from his potions book. For the majority of the day he'd been finishing off homework, Draco cuddled up against him.

"I never agreed to anything," Draco said. "I don't want you getting into trouble and having to do another week's worth of detention."

"I'm not going," Harry said firmly. "I don't care."

"Well I do!" Draco hissed. "You think I want to see you get hurt again, because of me?"

"It's not your fault; this is my choice!"

"Well you're making the wrong choice!" Draco snapped. "I don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want you around me when I'm like... That."

"I'm not going to argue with you about this," Harry muttered, turning back to his book. "I'm going with you, and that's final."

Draco glared angrily, running up the stairs towards his room. He huffed as he sat down on his bed, sending a hateful look towards the potion sitting on his desk.

******

Harry turned his back as Draco pulled off his clothes, tossing them into a corner and wrapping a black cloak he'd brought around himself, shivering slightly as the cold night air bit at his pale skin.

Silence reigned for a few minutes.

"I-I'm sorry about earlier," Draco stuttered. "I just-"

"It's fine," Harry replied. "I know you just wanted to keep me safe. And you know that no matter what happens, I won't think any differently of you," Harry said quietly, tracing his fingers across Draco's jawline. "I'll still think your the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'll still love you."

Slowly, Harry pulled Draco in and kissed him gently, tasting salty tears drip across his lips. He pulled away, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

Harry stepped back a few paces as moonlight began to filter through the window. As soon as the white rays touched Draco's pale skin, he began to transform.

A loud, sickening crack rang out as all of the bones in Draco's body snapped simultaneously, the werewolf letting out a scream of agony as they began to shift, re-molding and fixing themselves. His eyes turned a ferocious gold and his mouth was soon filled with razor sharp fangs. Snowy white fur sprouted from his skin.

Standing in front of Harry was no longer Draco Malfoy. A large wolf lifted its head, pulling itself shakily to its paws. It's eyes hadn't remained gold, they had now returned to the familiar stormy grey that Harry knew.