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Harry’s senses were on fire like the night before the full moon. Every sound was amplified, and his reflexes were freakishly good. Come to think of it, his wolf came closer to the surface earlier when Draco almost fell back in his chair.

It made him nervous. If he outed himself as a werewolf, the poor girl who turned him will get so much hate, and she was just a little girl who wasn’t in control of her actions at the time. She didn’t deserve that.

Draco must’ve been able to tell, by the sympathetic glances he kept sending him. On top of his anxiety for himself, he was constantly aware of Draco. Every time he heard his name whispered it caught his attention. It wasn’t often but it was always negative, and Draco always had to drag him nervously away.

All of this left him with a constant sense of paranoia, making it hard to focus.

By lunchtime, his skin itched with overstimulation and he was close to throwing himself off the astronomy tower just to stop all of his senses. Draco once again seemed to sense this and decided to eat lunch with him in their room.

Draco didn’t even seem bothered when Harry sought a bit of calm in his chest. He just sat there while Harry buried his face in his chest and inhaled his scent. Draco calls Beeny and asks for two meals.

He eats his while Harry recovers in complete silence, however, for Harry it wasn’t complete. It was accompanied by the sound of his breathing, the beating of his heart, and the flowing of his blood through his veins. Eventually, Harry feels calm enough to start on his own food which Draco had placed a stasis on a couple of moments prior.

He eats with his legs tangled with Dracos, and when lunch ends he knows he’ll miss the quiet.

His next class is Care of Magical Creatures, somehow Hagrid had once again gotten his hands on a baby dragon and Harry couldn’t help but wince. Not a great lesson to bring Draco back into the class with.

“This ‘ere is Cheese,” Hagrid says, smiling fondly at the little dragon.

Cheese wasn’t remotely cheese-like. The dragon was sulky and blue, spitting fire at anyone who came near enough to singe.

“All of ye’ need ‘ter pet ‘em without losing yer eyebrows,” Hagrid said.

Hagrid himself didn’t seem like he had had much success with that, seeing as his beard was on fire as they speak. Harry and Draco choose to go last because they’re kind of attached. Harry tried first and succeeds!

In setting his tie on fire.

He pats it out frantically and the entire class chuckles. Draco scrunches his nose and pulls away from Harrys flaming tie.

“Give it a try, Mr. Malfoy.” Hagrid says encouragingly.

Draco doesn’t seem excited, but he reaches forward anyway. He moves slowly and when his hand reaches the dragon he pets it skeptically.

The dragon leans into his touch and nuzzles his hand. The class watches.

“Good Job Mr. Malfoy.” Hagrid Rumbles before launching into an explanation about why it let Draco touch it.

Meanwhile, Draco stared at the dragon with happy confusion. Harry watches with a smile as Draco pets the dragon gently.

Harry leans to Dracos ear, “Aww he’s just like you,”

Draco calmly turns away from Cheese and goes to stomp confidently on his foot.

Harry could stop him. He was sure of it, he could have Draco on his back in moments, but he lets him stomp on his foot. It was a little harder than he expected so he leaned down to clutch his foot and felt the searing pain of the bond soon after.

Draco, thinking more quickly than himself, moves closer so their thighs are touching and the pain is relieved. Still, Harrys palm felt empty after being wrapped around Dracos, and once he’s recovered he reaches back up and grabs the hand again.

Hagrid, suddenly decides now is a good time to show the class the makeshift dragon enclosure. The area soon was loud with chatter and Harry physically flinched. After a few moments in the constant noise, he was shaking in a similar manner of that he was before his break in his room although slightly less severe.

Harry can barely think with all the noise, and he certainly can’t think long enough to warn Draco or even ask him if its okay. But when he buries his face in Dracos chest yet again Draco doesn’t even flinch, just rubs his back soothingly.

Eventually, the class is silent and Harry realizes they’re all staring at him. He inhales deeply trying to keep as much as the calm as possible before he pulls back. Everyone slowly turns back to their conversation but now discussing what just happened.

Draco gives his hand a comforting squeeze and Harry can’t help but be excited when the class ends. Only having to sit through a very confusing Arithmancy class before dinner.

The class wasn’t nearly as loud as Hagrid's class and he spends most of it staring at the problems in disgust.

***

When dinner rolls around, Draco knows with absolute certainty Harry couldn’t handle the loud area with all the smells, but Harry insists on sitting at the Gryffindor table and toughing it out. After only a few moments he can see Harry start to regret.

Harry was all but convulsing as he tried to remain normal and have a decent conversation with his housemates. His breathing was heavy and it was easy to see the effect the loud room was having on him. His body was angled towards Draco and Draco could tell he needed to take a break.

He was about to make a claim about needing the toilet. When something starts flying his way, he tenses and closes his eyes in anticipation of the plate crashing into his face but when he opens his eyes Harry had caught the plate.

Draco immediately started to panic when he saw the angry look in his eyes.

“Harry do not.” He warns.

Harry spares him a single glance before winding up his arm and sending the plate back in the direction it came in with full force. The ceramic plate shattered against the persons face. The only thing saving them from having the plate harm them is a hastily thrown-up shield charm by Draco.

Harry frowns at the shocked expression on the thrower's face, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“We are leaving,” Draco says, hoping the finality in his voice would carry.

Harry follows behind him like a kicked puppy leaving the entire room bewildered. When they finally get back to their room Draco allows Harry to indulge in whatever the fuck he’s doing to make himself stop shaking, before yelling at him.

“You could’ve seriously hurt him,” Draco says, flicking him in the head.

“I couldn’t help it.” He said with his head still buried in his chest.

“We have a Hogsmeade weekend. What are you going to do then?” Draco asks, “We can’t skip it,”

“I’ll figure it out,” Harry whines.

Draco scoffs and accios the book back to himself to try to find a way to get rid of Harys heightened instincts but as he starts to skim the door opens.

“HARRY POTTER,” Weasley yells.

Granger and Weasley burst into the room once again forgoing the simple courtesy of knocking while Pansy and Blaise follow behind calmly. Harry flinches.

“Get out weasel,” Draco says, rubbing Harry's back trying to soothe him regardless of the odd looks.

Both of the Gryffindors stare at him like he’s insane. Pansy and Blaise raise a single confused eyebrow, and Draco casts a silencing spell around himself and Harry.

“Do you want to tell them?” Harry shakes his head into Dracos chest, “I have an idea but you’re going to have to trust me,”

Harry nods.

Draco knows this is a terrible idea but how else is he supposed to explain the overstimulated werewolf in his lap without the werewolf part?

“So, part of the potion increases reflexes, overall this means Harrys hearing everything ten times as loud, acting more irritable, and he’s a little more protective of me.”

Granger stares at him, “Why isn’t that happening to you.”

“Genetics from what I've gathered,” Draco says, already prepared for this question, “Harry was just unlucky.”

“Oh poor Harry,” Granger says approaching them.

She moves to try to and set a comforting hand on Harrys shoulder but he moves his head to glare at her before his face softens in realization and then takes on a sad quality.

“Its getting worse.” He whispers.

Hermione gets a look of determination across her face.

“Send me a copy of that book, We’re going to fix this.”

She struts out of the room dragging her boyfriend behind her.

After they leave Pansy looks at them.

“Okay, what's the real reason?”

Harry goes tense and Draco starts to run his hands through his hair. He knows they’ll figure it out eventually no matter what he does, but he refuses to do that to Harry.

“What do you mean the real reason?” Harry asks being a surprisingly convincing liar.

“She means even possessive people don’t growl, Potter,” Blaise says, looking uninterested at his nails which were painted a dark shade of purple.

“Yes they do,” Draco says.

“Not like that.”

Pansy accios the journal and skims it. She finds the werewolf section rather quickly once she's finished reading it her jaw drops and she hands it to Blaise.

“Potter, you’re a werewolf.”

“Pans, y’know I love you-” He’s interrupted by a growl and the tightening of Harry's arms around him, once again rendering him incapable of moving, but flicks he Harry in the back of the head to get him to stop, “But maybe you shouldn’t provoke an already angry werewolf.”

He knows it's pointless to try and lie his way out of this one, so he gives up.

Pansy nods in approval, satisfied with having won, and starts to walk away with Blaise in tow but Harry calls out to them.

“You won’t tell anyone will you.” He sounded timid and still shaken up from before.

Pansy has a rare moment of sympathy and shakes her head.

“No Potter I won't, your secrets safe with me.”