Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

When Harry woke up he was met by pale blonde hair and an aristocratic face. For a second he just kept staring at the person he was lying beside, and then he wondered…

What was Draco doing in his bed?

He grumbled and sat up, the mattress creaking gently; bleary green eyes scanned the room sleepily and were surprised to find himself not in his room, but rather he was in Draco's. Even though he was sure that he had gone to sleep in his room, how'd he end up here? Harry tried to stand up only to feel slightly dizzy before… God, he was going to be sick.

Draco woke up when the bed was startled to see Harry rushing out of his room, and then after a few minutes the sound of retching. He guessed morning sickness had finally caught up to the raven, and just like any responsible spouse he should probably go and check on his mate. He yawned and flung the covers away; clad only in boxers he followed the sound of retching all the way to his mate's bathroom. He guessed he should be thankful that Harry hadn't used his bathroom instead.

Hesitantly he peaked inside and scrunched up his nose at the smell. Harry was just hanging off the ceramic bowl, his skin almost pale and pasty, and the wings on his back now outstretched and twitching in pain. The blonde sighed and kneeled down beside his mate and started rubbing his back in circular motions.

"Urgh… I feel like death…"

"It's okay, just a little bit of morning sickness; it will pass."

"Bleh… doesn't change how it feels," the raven mumbled and tried to stand up, only to be suddenly lifted off the ground by a pair of strong arms.

"Draco…?" Harry wasn't sure what was happening.

"Shhh, stay calm or you'll get another bout of morning sickness. I'm just going to put you to bed, and order the house-elves to prepare you something to eat," he said, leading the raven to his bed.

But Harry didn't want to stay in the room any longer; he had been here for almost a week of being stuck in this room. And being confined like this was starting to make him edgy. "No, no, let's go to the Hall, I haven't been out in ages!"

The blonde arched a curious eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to go out like this?"

At that comment Harry couldn't help but frown. "What's wrong with the way I look?!" he snapped.

Draco was taken back by Harry's sudden outburst, "Nothing, I just thought you'd be embarrassed with everyone seeing you like this?" Unlike Draco Harry still had some trouble managing with his transformation, and could not shift out of his Origo form.

The submissive went silent. "Is it- Is it really that bad?" he asked.

Oh great, Draco knew what this was: mood swings. Now he had to figure out a way of calming his mate down without making it worse.

"It's not bad, I was just thinking about what you would feel comfortable with; but if you want we could go like this."

Harry went quiet, he was contemplating what Draco was suggesting; a part of him wanted to stay hidden away, while another part of him found that if he stayed in the claustrophobic environment any longer it would be damaging for his health. This internal battle didn't last for long; Harry Potter wasn't a coward, and he had no reason to hide who he was!

"Yes, I want to go," he said firmly. Draco gave a nod, and gently placed his mate on the ground.

"Do you want me to apply a glamour?" he asked.

He remembered back to a few days ago when Draco had wanted to use that spell before. He wanted to once again decline the offer, but then he thought about how dejected the blonde had looked. Seeing that face had torn something in him… so maybe he should take him up on the offer this time. "Will it harm…'it'?" he asked.

Draco shook his head. "It shouldn't."

"Well… alright."

Draco wanted to chuckle at the change of Harry's demur. Slowly, if a bit reluctantly, Harry was starting to trust him. He raised his wand, since he wasn't too confident yet with his wandless magic, and made some elaborate movements. A light blue glow surrounded the submissive for a moment, and before him stood a human Harry Potter.

"This is a weak glamour, as long as no one outright tackles you or anything the hallucination should stay in place," he said and put his wand away.

Harry felt odd looking down at his arms, now not covered in those dark markings. He had already gotten used to his new form that being back to 'normal' only made him feel peculiar. He watched as Draco transfigured some clothes for him, and with some difficulty he managed to manoeuvre them on. When he had finished he turned to see Draco drop his boxers; he blushed and looked away quickly. Why did he have to change in Harry's room, did he have no decency?! The shuffling of clothes piqued his interests; he couldn't help but remember how it felt. Holding on to the dominant and the feel of those muscles under his hands, the heat radiating off the other body…

"You alright?"

Harry gave a quick nod, trying to hide his red face, and gave a mumbled thanks. Draco gave a knowing smirk and led the way out since he knew the layout better than Harry did.

The submissive felt wonderful being out of that room, and almost skipped the rest of the way to the great hall. He could hear talking, and the closer they got the louder the voices got. He recognized them instantly to be the Weasley's and chuckled, listening to the conversation.

"Fred put that Canary Cream away!"

"Aw Mum, it's just an ordinary custard cream," came another voice, obviously from one of the twins.

"If that's so then you don't mind eating one, do you?" taunted Molly.

"Er… that's alright Mum, already full from breakfast."

He heard the heavy laughter that followed the clinkering of cutlery against the plates. Harry could already imagine it to be like the happy domestic scenes that he remembered from the Burrow. Their 'normal' behaviour only made him feel more confident in that he would be accepted by his surrogate family. But before he even reached for the door it opened to reveal Charlie looming over him. Something dropped in Harry's stomach, and for a second he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Charlie?" he stammered out. There was something different about the older redhead, something in those pale blue eyes that unsettled him.

"It's good to see you, Harry."

"Er, you too," he replied back nervously, suddenly feeling the urge to hide behind Draco.

Neither seemed to notice the glare Draco was directing at Charlie, and this wasn't because he was seeing someone else from the Weasley Clan; no, this was because of what Charlie was. He was another dominant Origo, that much was clear.

Another dominant that dared trespass upon his territory.

It was a creature thing; Draco had marked the school as a temporary territory, and with another dominant entering it he was on high alert. The redhead to him was now a rival who could possibly even pose a danger to both him and his mate. A low warning grumble passed from his throat, yet Charlie only spared him a glance before returning back to his seat. It was a sign that he wasn't taking Draco seriously.

In the wild that would be taken as a challenge, but this wasn't the wild and he couldn't risk a fight with Harry around. Especially since he didn't understand a thing about their baser instincts (the books had been abandoned in the end).

It did however not mean that Draco was going to back down; he went straight towards the large bench and sat right opposite Charlie. Harry stared between the two nervously; he didn't know what he was feeling but every fiber of his being was telling him not to go near Charlie. He pushed those feelings down, he was just being silly. It was just Charlie, there was nothing to worry about…

"Oi, Harry c'mon, sit here!" he looked up towards the voice and found Ron frantically waving at him.

He gave the other redhead a small smile and went towards his friend, only to get another twinge in his stomach. He looked towards Draco, but the blonde seemed to be occupied with a staring match between him and the older Weasley. This disturbed him; he felt like he should stick close to his mate, but again he pushed down his feelings and sat down beside Ron.

"Gosh Harry, you look like yourself again," Fred said.

"Ah it's just a weak glamour…" he replied back nervously.

The twins smiled at each other; there was an odd glint in their eyes and then they leant over the table, their grins growing wider. "So?" they both said slyly.

"So what?"

"How's it being with the ferret?"

"Huh?"

"Well you know…" George hinted. But it only left Harry more confused.

"The sex."

He blushed and spluttered; the twins chuckled madly, and even Ron had gone red. "Guys lay off the poor guy," he whined; he didn't want to know anything about Harry's private life.

The twins sniggered and crossed their hands over their chest, "Well we just want to know if the rumours are true," they said in union.

Harry arched an eyebrow, "What rumours?"

"Supposedly he's meant to be a beast in the sack…" Fred started

"…With quite a few notches under his belt,," George finished.

Another twinge; he wasn't sure if that was because of the knowledge that Draco may have slept with other people, or if it was because of another reason. He simply couldn't explain it.

"Must be a bummer for him not being able to sleep around, no pun intended…"

"Not to mention his status, I mean what kind of 'Slytherin Prince' would sleep with the Gryffindor Golden Boy?" George asked.

"No, no, it wouldn't suit him at all…" answered Fred.

"Guys, really just shut up…" hissed Ron; he was noticing how awkward Harry looked.

"I would agree with the Weasley this time, my private life is none of your business," came a cold voice.

The Twins stopped sniggering and stared almost fearfully at the dominant behind Harry. Draco gave them an icy glare, and put his arm on Harry's shoulder; the contact calmed the submissive, it was almost like an apology, and Harry finally felt comfortable enough to eat. Draco sat down beside him, and it seemed like his presence kept the twins in check from making anymore comments.

The blonde on the other hand didn't eat anything; he himself was on high alert still because of the other dominant in the hall. He turned to look however when he heard the door creak open and the weary Weaslette came through. She looked tired and haggard, like she hadn't slept for days. But when she met his gaze, those sleepy blue eyes steeled in anger; he could feel the jealousy coming off her in waves. It wasn't hard to tell what dislike she held for him, obviously because now he possessed something that she wanted.

Yet there was something else in her look, surprise, as if she didn't expect him to look human again. He read the emotions running through her face, and saw a distant hope that she craved. She moved closer inside the room, carefully in search for someone particular, and when she spotted her target her eyes literally glowed.

"Harry!" she shouted, and ran towards the raven.

Before Draco could stop her however she collided with Harry with an impressive shriek. There was a panic in Harry's eyes and a loud 'popping' sound and there stood the Harry once again as his creature self.

Ginny sprang back seeing the sudden transformation and stared at Harry as if he had betrayed her in some way.

"You aren't normal… you-you're still like this…" she stutter, and the hope was instantly extinguished, and was quickly once again replaced by anger.

"No this should be like this! This wasn't meant to end up this way!" she ranted and raved, swinging her fists dangerously around, with tears streaming down her face.

Molly quickly stood and tried to calm her daughter down, but Ginny wouldn't have it. She felt deceived by Harry; he was meant to be with her, not Draco! Not the damn Ferret! This wasn't fair!

"Ginerva Weasley, stop talking such nonsense and calm yourself down!" her mother scolded; true, even Molly had been upset when she found out about Harry, but she took it in her stride. No matter what happened Harry would still remain Harry. The little boy that she had took in.

"But mother!"

"Enough child!" Ginny instantly clamped her lips shut, but she wouldn't stop glaring at Draco. This was all Malfoy's fault, that fucking prick!

She let herself be steered to another table and sat down under her parent's supervision.

Draco knew by now Harry wouldn't dare touch his food; the nervousness coming off his mate had reached new heights. The boy was under a state of shock, and the blonde knew he had to get him out of here. Gently he helped the submissive up, who was ignoring Ron's fervent apologies, and led him out of the room. The trek back was in silence, but Draco knew how much turmoil Harry really was in.

"Don't think about what she said, she was just jealous of you."

The raven sighed, "I know, but I still feel like…"

"You did nothing wrong; it wasn't like you knew you were an Origo, sometimes things like this happen."

Harry nodded; Draco was right of course, things always did happen, didn't however mean that this type of crap had to happen to him all the time! Was being normal such a hard thing to ask for? It would seem so, since so far it had been one thing after the other. First the abusive relatives, then finding out you're a wizard, not to mention the hidden destiny bit, and now this crap.

And he was still hungry!

Draco chuckled when he heard Harry's stomach grumbling; it seemed like he had finally gotten over the unpleasantness with Ginny. "I don't think we can go to the kitchen again to get you something to eat, we'll just order something," he commented, remembering back to the last incident; he wasn't welcome in the kitchen anymore.

Harry let out a heavy sigh, "Yeah, might as well." It looked like he was going to be stuck in that room again.

It was late afternoon; Harry was lying on his back on the chocolate-brown loveseat, watching Draco work on the desk on some of his papers. Even though the whole incident with Ginny had been forgotten, something else was bugging Harry. Particularly what Fred and George had said. It shouldn't bother Harry that there was a possibility that Draco had had other partners. It was an obvious possibility, so the thought shouldn't bother him; after all, why should he care if Draco had been with other men or women?!

But it did bother him… it made his stomach go in knots, his heart thud painfully, and his palms sweat.

He just couldn't explain it; it wasn't like he was in love with the other man!

No of course not, that had nothing to do with it; you can't fall in love with a person after a few days! This had to be his Origo side talking; that had to be it, there was just no other explanation.

Still…

A blush formed on his face.

Draco shuddered again when he felt another wave of emotions coming off his mate; this one was mixed with arousal, which was making him frustrated. He had kept himself under control after meeting another dominant and the Weaslette's outburst, but this was all too much. Finally after another shudder went down his spine he gave up on his paper on how slugbeans affected a draught potion, and turned around to either confront his mate or jump him.

"What is it?!" he asked.

Harry was taken back by Draco's sudden outburst, "I-I… well…"

"Get on with it." He urged impatiently.

"I wanted to know if it was true?"

Draco was confused, "What was true?"

"Well you know, about you sleeping around and stuff…"

Draco sat back in his seat slowly with a smug grin plastered on his face. "Why, are you jealous?" he asked.

Harry blushed crimson at the accusation and sat up on the couch, hoping to create some distance between them. "Me, jealous?!" he snorted. "Of course not, that's ridiculous, I was just-well- I was just curious-"

"It isn't true," the blonde cut him off.

"Huh?" came the dumb reply back.

"It's rumours; I was a virgin before I met you, so yeah you were my first."

"Really?"

"Of course it is. I come from an Aristocratic pureblood background; sleeping around gains you a bad reputation and only brings your personal worth down. Pansy started it by saying that she slept with me, then soon after others started making that claim, and I couldn't bother denying them since it would only put me in a bad position. Many things you hear about Slytherins aren't true; we don't hold wild orgies and aren't sex addicts, Hufflepuffs hold up to that instead," he said with a sly smirk.

If Harry had been drinking something he would have spat it out; instead he choked on his spit, the image of those mild-mannered Hufflepuffs doing things like that- eww!

Draco just smirked as he felt the new emotions rolling off his mate.