"Malfoy!" Harry jogged up to the Slytherin after Quidditch practice. "Please, you have to!"

"No. I don't." Malfoy replied, sneering, and walked away. Harry could hear the sounds of his friends jostling him and asking what that had been about, but Malfoy kept his word and didn't tell them anything. At least there was the consolation that it wouldn't be all over the school that the Saviour of the Wizarding World was a freak of nature. At least until the transformation was complete, Harry thought with a derisive snort.