Yes, Dorothy

Fatalonie

The bed sloped down as another body crawled on it. The crisp cool sheets were lifted and a warm body settled him. He sighed, slowly opening his eyes and looking into deep green ones. He groaned in irritation.

“Harry, what are you doing in my bed?” he forced his voice to display calm caring that he wasn’t feeling at being awoken in the middle of the night.

“I-I had a nightmare,” he whispered softly. He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows in response. “Don’t laugh,” he whispered, moving so that his body tangled around the taller form. “I was at… some tournament, and the trophy was a port-key. The other one who made it to the finish line, I told him to take the trophy with me; we both were Hogwarts students. And it turned out the trophy took us to Voldemort.”

“And that was your nightmare?” he questioned, scoffing at the smaller boy.

“No… no Pettigrew killed him, and it was my fault. I killed him,” he whispered softly. Blaise Zabini sighed and turned to pull his friend in his arms and gently pet his messy black hair.

“Hush, it was only a dream,” he whispered. He suddenly wished Draco was there, Harry always responded better when the both boy’s chided him about his dreams than when only one did. “Go to sleep,” he murmured, sighing as he closed his eyes. Draco’s nanny had died that summer; Draco had wanted to be alone ever since. No doubt he was lonely, but the two gave him his space allowing him time to mourn.

The next morning Blaise woke by himself. It wasn’t quite a bad thing, actually it was quite nice, and he could stretch and not worry about waking Harry. The boy was far too sensitive. He yawned, stretching and sitting up slowly, smiling as he saw his trunk already packed.

Apparently Harry didn’t want to be late. Harry hardly ever traveled on the train, most of the time he spent summer with his father and he was at the school a week before school even began. This year Harry was a prefect along with him.

Blaise yawned and dressed quickly. He made his way to the kitchen to hear his mother fussing over Harry. He should have expected it; she was always fussing over him. He smiled as he entered the room.

“Oh you poor dear, I can’t believe it! I just let my herb garden go just last summer. I just couldn’t keep up with it. I knew I should I have taken care of it.”

“It’s alright,” Harry insisted smiling. “I’ll make it when I get to school, don’t worry.” His mother sighed and shook her head.

“Well, let me do your hair at least,” she said. She turned Harry around and easily began to French braid his long black hair. Blaise approached them, moving in front of Harry. He allowed his eyes to rove over Harry’s form, making a deep blush raise to his cheeks.

Harry crossed his arm, doing his best to cover his bosom. Blaise snickered and his mother glared at him.

“Blaise Zabini!” she scolded him, “Leave him be!” Blaise grinned but nodded, turning away from the boy made girl to pile a load of pancakes onto his plate.

“Well he should have brought the potion with him,” Blaise said easily.

“I did!” Harry protested, “But it broke when I fell!”

“Why didn’t you take it before you came?” Blaise countered easily. Harry blushed deeply, but he could not look away as Blaise’s mother was still braiding his hair.

“Because…” he said softly. Blaise raised a simple eyebrow before shaking his head. Mrs. Zabini gave Blaise a warning glare. She finished the braid and Harry thanked her as he and Blaise went to their rooms.

“You know you aren’t supposed to use magic outside of Hogwarts,” Blaise said simply as Harry drew his wand. He rolled his eyes and gave Blaise an exasperated look. Blaise closed his trunk and allowed Harry to shrink it so he could stuff it the pocket of his jeans.

“Let’s go,” Harry said, picking up his duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder, “I want to see Draco before we board the train.”

“Draco!” the pale blonde turned around and found himself with an armful of dark hair and a slim body. It was a pair of soft breasts that startled him out of his wits. He moved away from the body and stared into sparkling green eyes.

“Harry?” he said eyes widening in confusion. “What… are those doing there?” he questioned pointing to the bosom not at all hidden by a tight shirt.

“Oh, I…” Harry coughed nervously. “I broke the potion that would turn me back after I port-keyed to Blaise’s house.”

“And Uncle-dearest decided he needed a lesson in grace,” a new voice spoke up. Draco smiled at Blaise and the two hugged before parting.

“I’m the best seeker Hogwarts has ever seen! I am graceful.” Harry informed them crossing his arms.

“Yeah, we’re talking about having both feet on the ground,” Blaise informed him easily. Draco laughed at the two shaking his head.

“So, I take it you didn’t take the antidote sooner because…” Harry blushed deeply, smiling innocently.

“I was saying good-bye to daddy.”

“And you made yourself a girl because?”

“Why do you think, Draco, use your head!” Blaise growled. Draco rolled his eyes.

“I know, but I wanted to hear him say it. Come on, Harry, why did you turn yourself into a girl?” Draco questioned again, a malicious smile on his face. Harry raised his eyebrows and turned to walk towards the train.

“Oh wait!” Draco called as he spotted his mother and father. “I need to say good-bye first. Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said grinning as he began to walk toward his parents.

“C’mon,” Blaise grabbed Harry’s wrist pulling him towards Draco and his parents. They waited patiently as Narcissa hugged Draco tightly. She pulled back and licked her fingers, trying to fix Draco’s hair with them.

“Mother!” Draco cried exasperated. Lucius chuckled next to him and pulled him into a quick hug. After all, Lucius Malfoy could not be seen giving too much attention to anyone.

When he stepped back his silver eyes focused on the two behind him. He looked at Harry bemusedly before he realized exactly who and what he was. A lecherous gleam entered his eyes and Harry felt a familiar tightening in the pit of his stomach.

“Well, well. Harry, I must say you look more delectable than usual,” he purred. Narcissa frowned at her husband before she smiled to herself and decided to give her two cents.

“Yes, but personally I like him better as a male. Especially since I get more use out him than I do out of you.” Lucius turned to her, eyebrows lifting.

“I-I’m sorry,” Harry began quickly, grabbing Draco and Blaise’s wrists, “But I really miss Daddy and you know how he is, I hope you had a nice summer bye.” He turned and pulled the two boys with him.

As they walked through the barrier Draco had a decidedly disgusted look on his face, and he was trying desperately not to imagine Harry with his mother. While Blaise on the other hand was trying to stifle his laughter, and the more he tried to stifle it the more it grew.

Harry was trying his best to figure out why Narcissa always got jealous of him, yet still asked Daddy to use him. He was, in other words, trying to figure out their relationship, as he walked hands slipping from his friend’s wrists and to his sides.

All three were lost in their own worlds, concentrating so hard they missed the startled looks and the whispers that started behind them and slowly began to surround them.

It was a surprised and confused voice that pulled two out of three of them from their missions. Blaise was still focusing on the lecherous look Lucius had given Harry and the way Narcissa had tactlessly disapproved of not only Harry’s form, but also Lucius’ interest in it.

“Harry?” A bushy haired girl that Draco remembered from somewhere was standing in front of them. He’d seen her before but where? She was obviously a Hogwarts student, now all he had to do was place which house she was in.

“Yes?” Harry cocked his head. His voice was politely puzzled; his manners were never wasted, even on those of obvious lower class.

“What the hell happened to you?” a different voice questioned. Draco recognized this person easily. The red hair, freckles, and hand-me-down clothes were unmistakable. But why was Weasley speaking to them? Didn’t they make it clear they were way out of his league in First year?

“Oh, hello…Ryan?” Harry greeted them. Draco didn’t know how he did it.

“Ron,” Draco corrected. “Ron Weasley, remember?” Harry’s eyes darkened almost imperceptibly, yes of course he remembered.

“Was there something you needed?” Blaise stepped in, obviously over his laughing fit. Ron and the bushy haired girl looked at the three of them as though there was something wrong, like the world would come crashing down at any given moment.

“Ah,” Blaise said suddenly, a grin spreading across his face. “I know what this is!” Harry and Draco looked at the smirking blonde. “They’re here to stare at what they will never have.”

“And what is it that you have that I don’t?” Weasley growled back, eyebrows narrowed angrily.

“Why money of course!” Draco said with a malicious grin. He looked to Harry and wrapped a lean arm around his waist, “And the best sex toy any Death Eater has ever had the pleasure of using.”

Harry turned to him, eyes angry. Draco instantly knew he’d gone too far and he yelped in surprise when Harry raised a hand to slap him across the face. But he stopped and this confused Draco more than anything had the entire summer. Harry never stopped mid attack.

That was when he noticed, along with Blaise. The three were getting numerous stares and the whispers were loud, louder than yells it almost seemed. How had they not noticed them before?

“Toto,” Harry said quite suddenly. Draco and Ron stared stupidly, Hermione for a moment but she instantly placed the name.

“Yes Dorothy?” Blaise responded. He was not a mud blood, but he lived just outside of a muggle city and knew plenty about them.

“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Harry’s voice hitched and raised nearly an entire octave.

“Dorothy,” Blaise’s voice was mono-toned.

“Yes Toto?” The stares were making Harry nervous.

“I noticed.”

“Oh.”