Whoops?

The Gryffindors got over the revelation strangely quickly.

“When were you turned?” Granger asked, “Well nevermind that, you should’ve told us, I found the cure to your predicament ages ago, we could’ve been done,”

Granger looks around, “How did you get a telly in here?”

Draco had never seen a wolf look so absolutely baffled.

Weasley stared at the telly seeming more interested in that than the whole ‘My best mate is an overgrown dog’ situation.

“What are you guys doing,” Draco asks staring at the Gryffindors.

“Well, we brought treacle tart,” Weasley says, not even looking away from the screen, holding up a makeshift basket of the pastries.

Harry seemed to think that was explanation enough and enthusiastically bounded towards it. Forgetting his own size he leaped forward squashing Weasley and craning his neck for a treacle tart.

Weasley groaned and opened the box. Harry clambered off of him while Granger addressed Draco.

“I had found this book a while ago and kept it because the explanation of the effect on lupine senses when exposed to different ingredients was absolutely fascinating, I thought Harry would also like to give it a read with all the work he was doing over the summer.” Granger flipped the book open to a page that was seemingly random, “Did you know pearl dust irritates lupine neural paths, causing the one suffering from lupine symptoms themselves to have enhanced emotional reaction, it explains so muc-”

“‘Mione slow down,” Weasley interrupts, “How does the book help Harry?”

“Well I was getting to that,” Granger shoots a disparaging look at her boyfriend, “The irritation caused by the pearl dust that was in the potion muck up can be countered by Asphodel, it will completely cancel out all effects of the pearl dust to both of you.”

“Well, that's fantastic, if it cancels out me as well why didn't you mention it sooner?” Draco asked as a much happier Harry drifted towards him laying his head down in Draco's lap. Draco doesn’t think before beginning to run his fingers through his fur.

“Well, it wouldn’t have worked if one of you weren't a werewolf, technically it only fixes Harry but the bond will force you both to experience the removal and therefore cut it with both of you,”

Draco can’t help but feel a little sad at the prospect. He wouldn’t get to see Harry every day, hell, after the bond was dissolved he’d probably barely get to see Harry at all.

“Draco?” Granger asks, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Granger.”

***

Harry knows he's glaring at Hermione. His wolf isn’t a big fan of Draco leaving him, and they both know Draco will leave the second he’s given the opportunity. Draco had been nice, but it was pity. He had seen some of the most important moments in Harry's life and none of them were particularly pleasant.

“It won’t even take long to brew,” Hermione seems excited, “Only two weeks.”

“And it will eliminate all symptoms?” Draco asks his fingers unconsciously tightening in Harry's fur to an almost painful point, Harry didn’t mind, he felt a similar way himself.

“Yeah, you guys will be able to be in separate rooms,”

Harry slips into Dracos mind, “Are you okay,”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Draco looks down at Harry.

Harry does his best to give a questioning look and Draco loosens his grip.

“We have to be in bed now we have to start brewing tomorrow, I’m guessing I won’t see you in class?”

“We?” Ron asks despairingly, “As in me and you?”

Hermione ignores him.

Harry slips into Draco's mind, “The aftermath is almost as bad as shifting itself if I go to class I will look like actual shit, everything will piss me off, and with my wolf being in its current state I might actually hurt someone, I won’t have the energy to control it.”

“You won’t,” Draco answers out loud resuming the sooting touches.

Hermione nods before dragging Ron away with impressive strength. Ron waves with a grin as he’s pulled away.

***

“Oh my god, she totally pegs him.” Draco releases when they leave, he had been holding it in all day.

Harry barks a laugh.

“Draco, no.” Harry says through the mind link, and Draaco can hear his chuckle clearly.

“Its true,”

“Oh my god, you’re terrible,”

“Well, there's no way he wears the pants in their relationship,” Draco stares appraisingly at the doorway.

Harry shakes with laughter.

When the laughter dies down they stare at each other.

There seemed to be an unspoken sadness throughout the room, and they spend the rest of Harrys transformation clinging to each other.

***

When Harry wakes up the clinging does not end, despite the ache coursing through his bones. He slowly falls back asleep.

***
When Draco wakes up a naked Harry Potter clings to him with an occasional low groan. Draco doesn’t move just stares at the ceiling. He was going to lose Harry Potter. Once he was cured and his wolf wasn’t pressuring him he wouldn’t stay, why would he when he could go back to the Gryffindors.

A knock sounds on the door and Harry sits up straight as a bored within moments, a low growl building in his throat under the wince of pain.

“I’ll answer the door,” He says darkly.

“Dray,” Pansy says in a singsong voice using a projecting charm to make her sound right next to them but still be quiet enough that no one else will hear her, “I brought you, and your dog-like lover muffins”

Harry's gaze seems to darken further.

“Pans I don’t think its a great idea to come in here.” Draco says rising slowly.

“If you’re naked its nothing I haven’t seen before and if Harrys naked its nothing I don’t want to see.”

Harry stands up and begins walking towards the door.

“Harry, she's joking,” Draco says trying to keep his voice free of anxiety.

Harry hums, but it doesn’t really seem like he pays much attention.

“Harry love,” Draco says gently.

“Pansy his wolf is really fucky right now,” He uses the same charm.

“Oh shit,”

“You might want to take that back,”

“Hazza, Draco is very obviously yours, I already acknowledged that.

This marginally calmed Harry down, but with a mannerism, Draco has never seen Harry use, Harry opened the door and grinned predatorily. Pansy looked terrified.

“Y’know when I said I wanted to see that I was joking.” Pansy shielded her eyes in disgust, whilst trying to keep her cool front.

After a very intimidating moment, Harry says, “You said you brought muffins.”

“Oh my fucking god Potter your wolf is one hundred percent a Slytherin.”

Harrys cool demeanor suddenly dissipates and pain takes over his feature, “I know.”

Draco runs to him and helps him back into bed.

“What type, I’ve got blueberry, chocolate chip, and an extra dose of pain potion.”

“I’ll take that last one,” Harry groans, “I’m so tired of this motherfucker being able to take over whenever he wants,”

Pansy throws the bottle to him easily and tucks into her own chocolate muffin.

Draco grabs the carrot cake muffin he knows she brought for him, “Hermione walked in on Harry transforming last night.”

“Wait really,”

“Yeah in two weeks we won't be bonded anymore.” Draco can’t keep the disappointment out, Pansy shoots him a pitying look.

“Yes everyone has so missed you in the showers every morning,” Pansy says in a dead tone, but seeing Harry's look, “We miss you taking hours, and not letting anyone else shower.”