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Second star on the right

Everyone grew up, except one person.

About to be called to the army and knowing that he would have to be sent to the trenches, one day before his 18th birthday Draco makes a request to a star.

I knew I would grow up at the age of six.

I was in the garden behind the mansion with my mother, while my father worked in the office and wanted a moment of silence in the house, because at the time I was a very agitated child, I didn't stop in a place if I want, and I had a tantrum for anything.

I remember the garden being full of flowers even on the walls, it was a sea of colors that if it was looked at too much would make you sick because of all the vibrant colors at once.

I saw a milk-white daffodil, drawing my attention, so delicate in that middle of such vibrant flowers. I took my small hands and ran to my mother saying 'a narcissus for a Narciss' this makes her laugh lightly and show her dimples next to each side of her mouth.

So that's when she said:

— Oh I wish you could stay like this forever! - putting your hand on my face caressing my chubby cheek is white.

That's when I knew that I would never be the same.

Now I'm seventeen years old, I'm about to become a complete adult and I've never felt so scared before as I feel now.

We were in the middle of a war for power. A fight between two old people who fought for a sacred territory and made children fight their battles. And soon I would be one of them. When the children turned 18, an army soldier of a lowered but strong rank appeared at the doors of their houses.

They say all kinds of nonsense, 'you will fight for the right of your country, for the good of your land' they said that while holding Ak24's and very well loaded pistols, ready for them to refuse to follow their orders, they would not avoid using all the armed force they had.

I knew this because I was there at my friend's house, Blaise Zabini, on the day he was summoned, three days after his birthday, they arrived without warning and made him pack his bags at the same time, we didn't have time to say goodbye, and in seconds I had no more news of my best childhood friend. I didn't know if he was dead, lost in war or if he was alive going through a hell that God would feel ashamed of if he could see up close.

My parents are planning an escape, we have the money, but now with the war money has become what he literally was, just paper, he wouldn't buy peace now that they had already gone so far, now that so many had already died.

Dad commented on a hiding place in France, it was a secret annex behind a wardrobe, the door was so small that for someone like me something was difficult to use, I felt so scared the first time we went to see the annex, at the beginning of all this madness. But now that we're trying to get the passports for the escape, the thing I wanted most was to be able to go there right away and hide from this damn world.

But everything seemed more impossible every day, my birthday was near and soon I wouldn't see anyone else I loved.

I felt a big and heavy hand on my shoulder and when I looked up I saw my father's face, always so serious and calm, but deep in his eyes I could see: sadness

— Draco why don't you go there to see your mother? - he said making me get up quickly and go to the stairs.

But I stopped even before climbing the first step. I looked at my father, I mean, I really looked at him, for the first time in my life I could see my father the way he was. Fragile, just like me. I wanted to ask 'is everything okay?' Oh so 'how are we going to deal with everything?' But mainly 'please help me, I don't know what to do'. But I didn't have the courage to ask, so I just turned my face to the stairs and went up to my mother's room.

When I reached the last step, I felt the air disappear from my lungs when I imagined what awaited me on the other side of the door. So I stopped and looked deeply at wood and the contours that made that golden ornament of the handle.

A feeling of courage and longing took hold of me and then I opened it, after weeks without going to see her.

It had been 4 months since we found out that mom has terminal breast cancer, at an advanced stage.

The doctors gave her 6 to 7 months, that is if she participated in all the chemotherapy sessions and took all the prescribed medicines, and seeing her now lying in that bed, pale as snow and deep dark circles in her eyes, her bluish mouth, made me feel a business in my stomach

— Draco…. - she called low, and then it was the end for me, I couldn't run to the bathroom, and when I arrived I felt the tears and vomit mix while I poured everything at once.

It was terrible, everything was. I mean, how did I get to this point? Mom was about to die and soon I would join her when I went to the trenches and I would probably have a slow death from a bullet in the chest.

How could I? So that's why I don't give you the right to judge me for what I did, for the despair I felt, and for what I wanted.

When I left the bathroom I went to the window of my room, and wished, from the bottom of my heart to the brightest star in the sky, the second on the right, I thought of everything, and how I wanted it to look like.

— please, please - I never said please - help me, get me out of here and take me to a place where I won't have to worry about anything anymore, I just…. - I stopped thinking, I just wanted what? What did I want?

After minutes of standing looking at the damn star, I gave up on finding out what I wanted, after all it didn't matter, in a few days it wouldn't be more important.

I lay down on the pillow with only one thought: how I wish I could stay the same way forever.

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The nameless cat

Draco is an animagus who stalks Harry…

I had this idea while I was on the phone with a friend, it's my first fanfic here and i hope you like it.

English is not my first language.

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Harry Potter was a handsome boy, he was definitely handsome and everyone knew that, especially the girls. He enchanted everyone with his emerald green eyes and tanned skin, his messy hair and that damn hero complex.

Draco Malfoy on the other hand, do not attract the same looks, which was definitely not surprising after all he intimidated people so much that it would be difficult for someone to look at him in a different way than the image of a bully, what he was.

He could hate Potter but even he had eyes, and from the first time they met on the Hogwarts stairs, Draco knew that Potter would be his new obsession, the pure blood have that you know, when they are interested in someone it's not something normal. It's tearing, it pierces your soul, but in the end it's the only solution to their problems, there's no love for them, there's just obsession.

That's why when he turned 16 Draco went through the transition from an ordinary wizard to an animago, illegally of course, if his father knew about this transformation he would never let Draco use it, for Lúcios Malfoy the animated ones were unnatural and unsody creatures, which only serve to make low-ranking wizards maintain themselves in the place they should stay: below the powerful.

But the truth is that Draco loved being an animagus, the first time he transformed it was as easy as putting on a glove, and it was as if his eyes opened to a new world, walking through the dark corridors of Hogwarts with the white coat and gray eyes and the slits in place of pupils, typical of a cat, was amazing. It was like being himself for the first time.

Like many other nights Draco transformed after dinner, and sneaky as he was followed the Gryffindor students, dumb enough to think he was an ordinary cat looking for the owner. It was not the first time he entered the Gryffindor community, with so much red that it made his eyes burn, Gryffindor were agitated and screamed at all times, while the Slytherins were quiet and preferred to stay each in their corner, the Gryffindors preferred to sit together and gossip until the early hours of the morning.

— look there Harry your cat has arrived - Said Simas sitting next to Dino Thomas, laughing at the situation.

While Harry just smiled and gently called the cat to sit on his lap, which he did very willingly and with satisfaction.

— hey little friend, you here again, it's been a while since I've seen you, where have you been? - Draco climbed on Potter's shoulders and rubbed himself on his pussy, affectionately. What made Harry laugh.

— He really likes you, right? - said Rony appearing out of nowhere and trying to caress the white cat.

A mission fails, because draco just advanced and tried to bite his finger.

— It's no use Ron, this cat only likes Harry - said Granger sitting in the armchair in front of his friend, with an open book on his lap and looking very focused on his reading.

— as long as he doesn't kill me during the night, he can stay with Harry all for him. - Answered the redhead

But the point was that Potter was already yours, he just didn't know that, but he was already yours the day he smiled challenging him to a duel, then that smile, Potter was beautiful smiling, but Draco kept wondering what it would be like to have him in bed. Lying without glasses on his face, with messy hair than it already was, his eyes rolling with pleasure. It was a common fantasy in Draco's dreams, the image of Harry on top of him moaning his name until he was speechless, his strong arms squeezing his waist and claiming him as his own. It was a majestic vision.

When the curfew was given, Potter took the cat in his arms and went to the room just like the other students, ready to sleep.

It wasn't the first time they slept in the same bed, in fact it was very recurrent, Harry got attached to his feline form and treated him with all the appreciation in the world.

Harry's bed was soft and cozy, but today Draco had a kind of different feeling than the seamstress of getting set on Gryffindor's sheets. It was a stuffy night and definitely very hot, it was in mid-June and the temperature was unbearable.

That's why Harry went to the chest in front of the bed and took off his shirt, showing his slender and athletic body, draco should kiss the Quadribool coach for making him try so hard on the team, obviously the workouts were taking effect.

He took off his pants and was only in his underwear, Draco's ears stood up and his ass began to move non-stop showing that he liked what he was seeing. When Potter lay on his side and took off his glasses, he saw the most perfect and closest vision to his dreams.

Harry closed the curtains and let the darkness cover them, allowing sleep to come to both of them, but before going to sleep, Draco licked Harry's face who gave in return a kiss on his hairy and feline head.

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Harry woke up at dawn hearing different sounds, moans and the bed mottered non-stop.

When he opened his eyes he could see Draco Malfoy, next to him in bed, he was sweaty and with his blond hair stuck to his forehead, his lips between open, while squirming his legs.

Harry was surprised and jumped out of bed, looking to the sides without stopping, but when he looked around everyone was sleeping, nothing of the cat that was next to him hours ago.

The moonlight illuminated Draco and he can see when his eyes opened, this did not mean that he was awake but it meant that he was rolling his eyes with pleasure, the same gray eyes as the cat, and the platinum hair that resembled the feline. Harry was surprised and thought of waking up Ron, to fix Malfoy who invaded the communal, probably to spy on them to tell you know who.

But there on the moonlight he looked so helpless, and so handsome? That Harry couldn't hold his impulses to go back to bed and look at him more closely, saw how he squirmed, how his hands squeezed the sheets and how the most chilling sighs possible came out of his lips

— h.. Harry - Draco moaned, and Potter finally realized how tight Malfoy's pants were.

And he couldn't resist putting his hand on the spot, giving a stimulus to the other boy.

— Fuck… Harry! - Potter leaned on one arm and decided to put his hand inside Draco's pants.

He was completely hard, and at the tip of his cock already came out pre-cum, which left Potter's hands slightly honeyed. He then began to move his hand, from top to bottom and with some force for friction, wanting to give more and more pleasure to the laurel, which was working.

Draco moaned and came so fast that he left Harry surprised, but satisfied, when he felt his hand completely honeyed he took it to his lips and felt the taste of the boy, it was soft and slightly salty, it was perfect.

Harry would definitely let this damn cat into his room more often.