Flying through the air was one of the few joys that Draco could experience now. His father had been killed along with Voldemort and his mother had fled as she was not ready to face trials or join the sight of light.

Draco pulled his glossy silver wings closer towards him. Feeling the ground move up to meet him instead of his falling to meet it, almost as if it were greeting him, was exhilarating. Just before he would have hit the ground, Draco spread his wings and the fall slowed so that he could stretch his legs out and begin to walk.

He had to walk to his destination because most did not yet know of his condition and he couldn't let the public see him.. No-one knew what he was, they believed he had the blood of an immortal, one of the creatures of the world before humans, in his veins. All Draco knew was that he had silver wings that came and went as he pleased and that he had developed a taste for sushi and all Japanese food. He also believed he could now speak Japanese but as there was no-one to say if he was just speaking gibberish, Draco was unsure.

He had first found the muscles that allowed his wings to unfold themselves from within his back over these holidays. Seventh year was over and with Voldemort defeated he was free to finally live his life the way he wanted. With his parents gone he was also able to finally explore his love of the male body. He threw wild parties in the manor and everyone who loved men and was male was allowed. He did not look for anything other than a quick shag but he and the men who found themselves in his bed come morning, rarely had anything bad to say.

That was the main reason Draco was upset, after a summer of wild partying, how do you go back to school? The "eighth-years" were completely redoing their seventh-year education, but as they were all of age they had extra privileges and far fewer limitations. Draco doubted they would be lenient enough to let him continue his orgies. For Draco and anyone else who hadn't been able to go to school that year, they would be learning everything for the first time, for those who had been there they were being given the option to further their education under the watchful eyes of the professors.

Draco had made his way to the manor now and he knew one thing, he was extremely grateful they would not be forced to wear school robes. Ha had developed a taste for muggle fashion, tight and showy, he did not wish to go back to floor-length, long-sleeved, loose-flowing robes. He could make himself a lot sexier in muggle clothes. Wizarding clothes took more effort to make sexy, so surely if he could make robes sexy, than he could make skin-tight leather pants sexy. It just stood to reason.

Draco furled his wings back into his spine. One day he would get a mirror to see what actually happened to them, today however, he would have to go buy books from Diagon Alley.

Draco had just emerged from the floo in Ollivander's and was exiting when he saw a handsome man with wild, black hair and a certain power, a confidence, about how he walked. This was exactly the kind of man Draco loved. A man where even Draco himself didn't know who would dominate, a competition, a battle of wills, what usually amounts to a night of great sex for both of them, regardless of who ends up penetrating who.

The man turned around and Draco watched him as a falcon might watch its prey before it dived, Draco took in the happiness on his face, his finely-toned torso, and his brilliant green eyes. Then Draco realised that the man was none other than Harry James Potter, and Harry had caught him gawping through the windows of the wand shop. Draco gave him a quick nod before he walked out of the door, past the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on, and to the book store.

"So Draco? Are you coming back to Hogwarts then?" A silky voice could be heard and Draco knew who was the one uttering the words.

"Why Harry, of course I am. There is not a single respectable job to be had if you do not finish your education." Draco tried to remain calm, not letting any emotion but sarcasm into his voice and, of course, making sure his wings remained safely sheathed.

"I did not know your education was important to you. Still I guess there isn't really the wizarding equivalent of a fast-food chain job is there?" Draco had no idea what that meant.

"Oh sorry. It's a very easy to get muggle job that you don't need an education for." Thanks for clearing that up. Oh but he's so hot. I swear he didn't look like this at the battle of Hogwarts.

"Well, though my family has already been disgraced by its dealing with Voldemort, I want to redeem my family rather than shaming it further by leaving school." Draco said this with all the pride he had carried in their earlier years of school.

"You were against Voldemort?" Harry was shocked, or at least that's what Draco thought.

"From the start. I only followed him as I was naïve enough to believe it was in my family's best interests. I know better now." Draco still acted his superior self. He did hope that Harry would know better though.

"What of our childish rivalry?" Harry asked.

"Everything I have done at Hogwarts up until Voldemort's death was because I believed it best for my family. I thought following Voldemort was the way to keep my family safe so naturally I wanted Voldemort to know we were true followers and were not on kind terms with his enemy." Draco was only going to speak the truth from now. Not that he had lied earlier in their conversation.

"You are a better man then I ever gave you credit for Draco Malfoy. What do you think of starting again?" Harry spoke in what Draco believed to be a mildly surprised tone.

"Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy. What is yours?" Draco held out his hand and Harry smiled.

"My name's Harry. I don't believe we've met. I think I may have known your evil twin though." Harry joked as he shook Draco's hand.

"Don't worry. He died with Voldemort and my father. He won't bother anyone anymore." They stopped shaking hand and went to the counter to purchase their books.

After they had paid for them they went back to Harry's friends.

"You do know that is Malfoy next to you, right Harry?" Ron asked incredulously.

"This isn't the same Malfoy we know and hate. Let's just say that I know why he was like he was and I can promise that he did what he did for good reasons and he will not be rude to us any further. At least I hope so Draco." Harry stared into Draco's eyes.

"The Malfoy name may not deserve it, but I will redeem it and people will see us fr who we truly are. People who just want to do what they think best for their family. I can see now that Voldemort wasn't good for my family, neither was my father. Now that they are both rotting in the ground I can make sure that my mother and I can begin the long road to recovering people's faith in the Malfoy line." When Draco finished talking Hermione ran up and hugged him, she was crying.

"Oh Draco. I see why you did everything and I forgive you. I hope others can too but at least you have me and Harry if they don't." She walked back to the rest of the group. Ron walked up to Draco.

"Look Malfoy, I'm not going to trust you instantly. I can see that you care for your family and want for it what I want for mine. I think you made a bad call on choosing Voldemort over Harry but at least you know now and you and your mum can be happy. All I want for my family is the best, I just didn't have the prejudice you were brought up with." Ron shook Draco's hand and walked back to the rest of them.

"If he's good enough for those three he's good enough for me." Someone shouted. Within a few minutes everyone who was going back to Hogwarts for eighth-year had hugged Draco or given him a handshake. So this is what it feels like to have friends. He was internally sobbing with joy but his Malfoy mask only allowed a shy smile through. Hogwarts will be fun this year.

"Thank you so much. After years of purposely treating you like crap I can't believe I was this easily forgiven. Hermione, I'm sorry for calling you names. You were my only ever competition in class and you almost always won. Well you always did except when Snape was favouring me. I really don't believe in blood prejudice or blood traitors. You were all wonderful but I wanted to make sure that Voldemort did not target and torture my family, and this was before I realised he was evil. I'm so sorry." The Malfoy mask had cracked and he was quietly crying.

"As long as you invite us to your parties next holidays." Hermione winked and Malfoy felt dread run through him. They know!

"How do you guys know about those?" Draco was surprised.

"Oh come off it. You don't really think that everyone keeps quiet about those do you?" Ron chuckled.

"Can you say what you think happens there?" Draco said to Ron.

"Um… Well someone videoed it once. They kind of put it on the wizardnet." WHAT! CRAP WHAT WAS FILMED? Draco took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Who filmed it?" Draco was quietly seething in anger.

"Antonio…" Ron began but seemed to forget.

"Zambini?" Draco finished for him.

"Yes that's right. Antonio Zambini." Blaise's older brother He was one heck of a good bottom. That was one of the times I was really kinky. I had a whip and toys and everything.

"What did he film? Tell me so I decide how long I will crucio him for before I kill him." Draco was full of hatred. One of his first sexual partners had betrayed him to the world.

"It was just the sound. He recorded his entire night, but just the sound."

"Did he record until the next morning?" Draco was about to explode. All his forcing Antonio to call him master and tell him what he wanted and Draco calling him a whore. It was ALL online.

"Um…Yes." Ron looked meek. Like he knew how angry Draco was.

"Does anyone have any questions? If you don't ask now then I will be killing Antonio sooner rather than later." Draco was going to answer their questions.

"Are you always that kinky?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, I didn't know you had it in you. No." Draco chuckled. No Antonio had it in him not Hermione. Shut up brain!

"Pity."

"Pardon Hermione." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I said it is a pity. Maybe if you were kinky then you'd let me watch." Draco chuckled again.

"No one ever watches. Though I find that listening can be interesting. Hm… Hermione have you listened to that all the way through?" Draco was curious.

"Yep." Hermione blushed.

"Then you know not to cross me if I find that pleasurable, imagine real torture." Draco gave a grin that was completely evil. Hermione gulped.

"Any other questions?" Draco smiled again. The entire crowd shook their heads.

"Then we will never bring this up again. And yes, if you truly wish then you can come to my party next holidays. I've heard some of the men are bi." Draco looked at his nails as if bored.

"Wait that was a man?" Ron asked.

"Yes. He was a little man-whore who shall be killed before he next sees the light of day." Draco continued to look bored.

"And there are SOME bi guys there. You mean you have gay parties." Ron looked shocked.

"Well there enough rooms in the manor for one between two." Draco smiled at the uneasiness he was causing to Ron.

"Wow. I didn't see that coming."

"Well surely you know what a woman sounds like when she screams in pleasure. You can't tell me you thought Antonio sounded like that." Draco started to laugh.

"I think Ron is the only one who thought that was a woman." Hermione laughed along with Draco.

"Well, I-I w-wasn't really… Yeah it's funny isn't it." Ron began laughing too and soon everyone was laughing.

"You guys want to know my secret?" Draco asked with an eyebrow raised.

"You mean besides you hosting gay orgies every holidays and being occasionally kinky and apparently a top." Hermione asked.

"Yes aside from that. That's old news. I have one really big secret."

"What is it?" Hermione's eyes gleamed.

"It is… Something I will tell you once we are in our new all houses, eighth-year dormitory." Draco laughed.

"How do you know that we will have one of those?" Hermione asked.

"Lord Malfoy, remember?" Draco asked.

"Oh so it's not master?" Hermione laughed.

"You are very funny Miss Granger." Draco raised an eyebrow before he dropped the mask and laughed and laughed and laughed.

"…And our eighth-years will be sharing a common room and dormitory as sadly only a few of them have returned." Dumbledore finished his speech and Draco's new friends who shared the exclusive "eighth-year" table with him all looked at him as though saying you were right. Once the younger years had left they all turned to Draco.

"So where are we staying?" Harry asked.

"If you follow me you'll see won't you?" Draco said as he got up and began to walk away, hoping that his sauntering wasn't too obvious to anyone but Harry. They ended up in the Astronomy tower. It had been completely redecorated as no-one was teaching anymore. They were lucky as the door that led to the stairs was the one password protected.

They passed the door after uttering "Mouldy Voldy" and made their way to the trapdoor. They lifted it and found the largest common room in the castle. It even had a bar with some fire-whisky and butterbeer, even their own private toilets, with the same gigantic bathtub as the prefects had. The boys shared one dorm and the girls the other.

When Draco walked in to the male dormitory he saw his silver bed, adorned with chrome eagles, next to Harry's golden one, covered in roaring golden lions. On Draco's other side was Neville Longbottom, he had a metallic deep green bed covered in winding green embossed vines.

"I understand my bed because I am the most Gryffindorish Gryffindor ever, and Neville's because he will someday have Mrs Sprout's job but please explain yours Draco." Harry looked interested.

"Oh yes. I was going to show everyone my secret." Draco clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

"Show?" Harry looked scared. Draco just beckoned the boys to follow him before leaving them in the common room and getting the girls to come down too.

"Okay. What's the secret?" Hermione said from a black armchair. Draco smiled and took off his jacket, leaving him in a gray t-shirt and his leather pants.

"Woah! Now is not the time to start stripping." Ron said.

"Hush Ronald." Draco smirked. He closed his eyes and thought. He then reopened his eyes.

"Can you all be trusted not to reveal a secret?" Draco asked sincerely.

"Yes." They each said.

"Remember, it is a show of trust what I am about to show you." Draco said this then closed his eyes again and within seconds the students heard ripping as his brilliant silver wings forced their way through the thin material of his shirt. He opened his eyes to gauge everyone's reactions. Everyone looked awed and surprised but not malicious. He then looked at Harry, whose reaction was most important to him. Harry looked downright turned on. His pupils were dilated and his mouth agape. Malfoy fluttered his wings before he got the first question.

"What are you?" Hermione asked.