Disclaimer: Not mine, all JK's. I just fuck with her characters and plots.

A week after Draco's melt down in his office after over hearing Harry's comment, the cure was done. Hermione and Ron had left days before, after much coaxing from Harry. Harry had put up with his situation much better than Draco had anticipated, making him wonder if Harry was just storing the emotions to come bursting out at an inopportune time.

"Morning Potter." Draco said, opening the door to Harry's room, holding a vial of neon orange potion.

"It's 5 in the evening." Harry told him.

"So? I've only been awake a half hour, it's morning to me." Draco griped. Harry snorted and muttered something about 'lazy sod.' "Today's the day." Draco pressed on, ignoring Harry's childishness.

"I can leave?" Harry said, perking up.

"No, not yet." Draco said regretfully. "However, we can finally fix your head. The cure is done."

"Great! That's why you smell different." Harry said cheerfully.

"Yes, well…remember what I said it would do?"

"Yep! It's gonna re-do the cy-nops in my 'thick, Gryffindor, skull' of mine." Harry said, sitting so his feet could swing. "Then, can I leave the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey?"

Draco sighed. 'Great. 5 minutes in, and I loose him to his delusions.' "No, Mr. Potter, you can not. And it's synapses, you dolt. What else did I say?"

"Yeah, those. And it would hurt a lot and I'd have a headache for days, possibly up to two weeks."

"So, you shall stay here until that time. Luckily, the full moon is in two weeks, as well."

"Do ya think Remus will run with me? I know I'm not a part of that part of his pack, but we have the same Sire. That makes us kinda brothers. I could become part of his pack. Don't cha think, Sirius?"

"I…I'm sure Lu-Remus would love the company. Come on, drink this." Draco said uncomfortably.

"If I have to." Harry sighed, holding out his hand for the vial. Draco made sure he had a good grip on it before letting go. Harry downed it like an incredibly large shot of whiskey, then gagged. Nothing happened for several seconds, then Harry whimpered.

Then next several hours were horrible for the both of them. Harry whimpers were joined by whines; growls; short, choked off screams; and tears. Draco just bit his lip, dimmed the lights, and waited out the storm.

At one point, Harry's magic went out of control, trying to harm what was hurting him, but since it was himself causing the pain, it just lashed out randomly. Draco threw up a hasty shield, and waited.

Finally, 4 hours later, it was over. Harry had passed out two hours in. Draco had thrown up twice. The windows were shattered again, along with the vase of flowers Granger-Weasley had left. Even though Harry couldn't see them, he could smell them, so they served their purpose of making him fell better.

Draco slowly stood up, knowing his legs were asleep. He Summoned a flannel from the bathroom and Conjured some cold water. He put the cloth over Harry's forehead and eyes, and cast a Stasis charm on the water to prevent it from evaporating or growing warm. Then, he Reparo'd the windows and the vase, arranged the flowers again, and did a breathe freshening charm on himself. He then went back to his office, leaving instructions that no one was to go into Harry's room, and to contact him if he woke up.

Harry's Wolfsbane was done, just in time for the moon. The day of, Draco went to check on Harry. He was sitting at the open window, fidgeting. His head snapped in Draco's direction when he entered, nose twitching slightly, head cocked.

"Hello Harry." Draco greeted calmly. "I have your Wolfsbane."

"Draco!" Harry said excitedly, like a puppy whose master had just came home. Draco just had to ruffle his hair. He smiled genuinely since Harry couldn't see his expression. He'd been doing that lot in the past weeks, the contributing factors of it was decided that Harry would stay with him, the Weasley couple went back home, Harry's cure had worked and he was mostly head-ache free. It went a long way to improving his mood, especially since Harry was going to live with him in two days. They just had to get through the night, and half the day.

"Drink." Draco commanded gently, handing the smoking goblet. Harry did, with a great shudder and a gag at the end, but he drained it with the expertise come from long practice. Draco could see the change in Harry instantly. He was calmer, more tired, but he still managed a beautiful, albeit sleepy, smile.

"Thanks, Mal- Draco." Harry said, curling up on his bed, yawning. Draco- if it was possible, which apparently it was- fell a little bit more in love. He held back a whimper, and sat next to him. "You should change soon. It's coming."

"You can tell?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. "How?"

"I…it's like…ya'know…." Harry tried to explain. "Like when you're being watched, that spine tingle? It's sorta like that, but…not. I can't explain it."

"Well, it's interesting, however you can. Do you know if it's a werewolf thing, or a Harry Bloody Potter thing?"

"I don't know." Harry said with a shrug, closing his eyes. Subconsciously, Draco began to pet his hair. Harry rubbed his head against Draco's hand as he began to change. Draco quickly changed into his pure white ferret form when Harry let out a warning growl, then howled, falling on the floor as he thrashed. Draco felt the wards to prevent the door and windows from opening or breaking activate even in his ferret form. After many tense minutes, wolf-Harry sat up, panting and ferret-Draco got his first good look at him.

Harry was a deep black, except for where he had scars in as a human. The fur over the scars grew in white. His ear was chipped in this form too, but his eyes were a brilliant green again. That gave Draco hope. Maybe there was something he could do,

Soon, Harry heaved himself to his feet and sniffed. He tracked his way to Draco, who was still perched on the bed. Harry gave on last sniff before licking him with a whine that Draco's animal instincts told him was grateful. Then Harry hopped onto the bed and curled around Draco. In moments, he was asleep, pinning Draco down with a leg over Draco's lithe ferret body. Draco huffed but mostly for show. He was quite content and fell asleep soon after.

When morning came, Draco woke up first, not used to sleeping in that time frame anyway. The sun on his eyelids didn't help any. His first realization was that he was human again. Not uncommon, since most Animagi lost there form in their sleep. What was unusual was the fact that he was naked as the day he was born. The second was he was wrapped around an equally naked male and he had…quite a predickament.

The memories of the night before came back in a rush, and he sat up with a jolt. Harry got jostled and fell off Draco's chest. Draco jumped up, bright red, and ran for the bathroom. Harry sleepy opened his eyes at the door slam. "Musta really hadda go." he mumbled to himself, curling in a ball to go back to sleep, clutching the pillow like a giant teddy bear.

20 minutes later, Draco couldn't put off leaving any longer. He had taken care of his problem, went to the bathroom, had Winky bring them both some new clothes, freshened up from his impromptu nap, and stalled for 5 more minutes. Finally, cautiously, he peeked out of the bathroom. When he did, he suddenly became quite furious. While he had been fretting about his body's reaction, Harry slept on! Indignantly, he stalked over to the bed, ready to yell at him for…Draco wasn't sure, but he was sure yelling would help. However, when he stood above Harry, his anger drained away as he took in Harry's position.

"He's too damn cute for his own good…" Draco muttered, sighing. 'I wonder if that's always how he sleeps…Damn it, now I'm jealous of a damn pillow!' He scowled and left the room, closing the door behind him. He still had something to do before his shift ended.

Draco knocked on the door, and entered when bidden. Andrew sat, doing paperwork. "Draco. Is it time?"

"Soon. My two weeks are up in three days, but…"

"I have business meetings with our investors in Orlando." Andrew said, conjuring tea. "So have you decided where to live in England yet?"

"No. Harry and I both have many properties, but we can't come to an agreement. We have discarded a few options. The Manor, for one. It's too large and dangerous for a blind person. The Black home, due to memories. Several apartments because they are one bedrooms."

"Isn't your apartment here one bedroom?"

"Yes, but it's only for a week, max. Harry and I will alternate days on the couch."

"His idea?"

"No, he wanted to sleep there every night. I put my foot down."

Andrew smiled sadly. "I remember when you would have been grateful to have a couch to sleep on."

"I try not to." Draco said dryly.

"You've come so far. I'm so proud of you." Andrew said, teary eyed.

"I don't feel like it." Draco said tiredly.

"That's because you're too busy looking at how far you still have to go. Don't give up. You're a lot closer than you think." Andrew said. Draco gave a shaky, but true smile.

"Thanks…Dad." he said, then fled. Andrew cried- tears of sadness, because his son was leaving and still hurting, and happiness at his new title.

Gods and Merlin, I'm so sorry for the wait. I lost my interest in this pairing and have only recently found it again. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and stuff, but I think you'd rather I update, huh? So this is my generic thank you. Again, I am so sorry for the wait.