His Desires (Rewritten)

2: The Ride To The Castle

     As soon as he gave into his instincts, Draco gave a low growl that couldn't be heard by anyone. Slowly he approached the crying teen trying to come off as harmless. Draco took note that Potter flinched away from him slightly, but made no other move to get out of his way. Draco gave a small imperceptible nod in approval. As he ushered the small boy to a carriage, He turned to the bushy haired girl, and the weasel boy, snarling at them with a silent snarl. He turned back to Potter and placed his hand on the small of his back and gently guiding him to the closest carriage. At first contact, he felt Potter jump slightly, but decided to ignore the sensation of the reaction he was given. Thankfully Potter had made no protest to the fact that he was being ushered away from the scene, and into a carriage with a slytherin, Draco Malfoy to be exact.

     As soon as both boys had finally sat down across from each other, Potter began to wipe away his tears and sniffling softly. Draco watched the scenery pass by, as to give Potter little privacy. He did not know what to say to the other boy so he hoped the silence would continue; perhaps as a reward for Draco rescuing him from the two idiots. Draco gave a soft sigh as he pushed back the hair that fell in front of his face. He thought it too much to allow his reputation as a =n Ice prince to be intact after the display he had just put up in front of so many people. Though if he had helped Potter, he still needed to have people fear him. With it being a new year anything could happen, after all, anyone turning of age may possibly have an attitude change due to the inheritance they get.

     "Thank you" came a soft whisper from across him.

     Draco looked over at Potter and quirked his eyebrow in question.

     "Thank you," continued Potter. "For not saying anything. For just taking me away from the situation, and allowing me a moment to gather myself without questions."
Draco nodded. "I was never paid to be a bully. I would have not taken the money. It's very uncouth to do so. And if we are being honest with each other, I have been angry, I guess you would say, that you chose the redhead over me, as your friend. I'm his cousin, and I've been told that they often get jealous over the smallest things, and I wanted to give you a better friendship than that."

     Harry gave a nod, then gave a small sigh. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew that if he had chosen Malfoy as a friend, instead of Ron, things would have been easier. He would have actually had a friend that liked him for him, not his money or fame. And that would have probably led him to have a lot of memories that were good instead of small and sparse memories of good times.

     "I see that now. Ron used to get jealous of me over stupid things. Like the Tri-Wizard Tournament Who would get jealous of a murder tournament?." Harry admitted.
Draco scowled at that, then spoke again. "That's utter shite that he was jealous of you for that. I mean sure i was bullying you, but us slytherins were furious that they were allowing you to become part of it all. Especially since you're so small. No offense. They should have found a loophole to let you get away with not competing! I mean they could have just researched loopholes."

     To say that Potter was shocked at his statement would have been an understatement. His eyes were wide and his mouth open the slightest.

     "They did try to find a loophole though but the results still came out to where I would have to forfeit my life." Potter said with a shudder. "Then I wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be able to help take down the bad guys."

      At hearing this information Draco had to bite back a growl so he did not scare the other boy. He was also sure that Potter would try to question him about his reactions but now was not the time. There were rules that he had to follow first, even if Potter was completely clueless. Draco was hoping that everything would work out in the end.

     They fell back into an amiable silence and Draco was finally able to see Potter properly. Now that they were face to face he could see all the smaller changes on the boy. His eyelashes had become full and thick. His eyes seemed more emerald green now, unlike his Avada colored eyes from before. His lips seemed fuller, though Draco wasn't too sure about that. Potter's facial structure became more feminine. Potter had the same look as his mother and cousins, a submissive mate. And Draco for the second time in his life, was gobsmacked about what he was seeing. After all, with the looks and everything that was going on with him, Draco was sure that he knew what Potter was.