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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco sighed, watching Harry on his broom, diving and twirling through the air with unnatural grace as he waited for the flash of gold to catch his eye.

He was a sight to behold, with his black hair streaming behind him, and a blissful smile of pure abandon on his face, occasionally glancing down to make sure Draco’s eyes were fixed on him. They always were.

Suddenly, Harry went into a steep dive, sighting the snitch, and as he neared the ground at an alarming rate, Draco’s heart caught in his throat. He pulled his wand out, prepared to cast a cushioning charm, when Harry, instead of crashing into the ground, turned around just feet from the ground and shot upwards, fist held high and a triumphant smile on his face.

He had the snitch.

“Damn, you scared the shit out of me, H-Celeste!” He shouted as Harry landed just feet from him, throwing himself into Draco’s arms, unmindful of the sweat coating his body.

Draco felt his fear and anger dissolve as slim arms were wrapped around his neck and he was being kissed breathless, giggles of joy escaping Harry’s throat only to be swallowed up by Draco.

Harry pulled away, green eyes dancing in delight, chest heaving as he gasped, his fake breasts moving with each inward breath, and a beaming smile on his face as Nott and Millicent yelled down their congratulations.

“Did you see that dive, Draco? Merlin, I thought I was going to crash!” He said happily, nearly bouncing with excitement.

“So did I.” Draco groused, smiling despite himself. Harry’s immense joy was contagious, and he felt his own excitement begin, knowing that there was no way they could lose with such a perfect Seeker on their side.

“That was amazing!” Penny Bulstrode shouted, coming down from the stands. “You’re really an amazing flier, Celeste. I want to learn to fly like that. How did you learn?”

Harry flushed, still grinning, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just kind of… Know how. I feel it instead of thinking. It’s natural for me.”

Penny pouted, then smiled brightly. “We’re going to win the Quidditch cup this year!” She declared, then flounced off to inform the rest of the Slytherins of what amazing flying she had witnessed.

Draco rounded on Harry as he was putting the snitch away. “Please never do that again! I thought you were going to die! My heart can’t handle the stress!”

Harry smiled gently, pulling Draco down for a slow, languid kiss, letting Draco know that he was cared for and his words noted, if not obeyed. “I’ll try.” Harry whispered sincerely. “But if I need to do that to win, I will.” He said honestly.

“It’s foolhardy.” Draco complained, following Harry into the castle as the former Gryffindor headed for the Slytherin common room. “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it.” Harry said calmly. “But it will be easier for both of us if you can accept it.”

*****

“I need a hair.”

Celeste rolled her eyes. “That’s why you asked me to stay after, Sir? You could have just sent a letter. Now I’m going to be late for History of Magic.”

Severus smirked. “Don’t tell me you mind being late. I know better.”

“Fine.” She pulled out a hair.

Severus took it, putting it in a tube. “I will need another when you revert back to your male state.” He said.

Celeste nodded. “Of course, Sir. Is there anything else you’d like while I’m here, or can I go?” She asked, glancing toward the door.

Severus smirked. “Ah, young love. I had forgotten how wonderful it was.”

Celeste frowned at him. “This isn’t some fairy-tale romance. We are both aware that we are dating people, not gods. We see each other’s flaws. We just accept them.” She said shortly.

“I see. You may go.” Severus said.

“Good bye, Sir.” Celeste said evenly, then she turned and walked out the door, leaving Severus to wonder if she really knew what she was doing.

*****

Harry took a deep breath, looking around. First Quidditch match of the season, Slytherin versus Hufflepuff, and they were already an hour into it, at least.

Still no sign of the Snitch.

Harry glanced down, seeing Draco’s eyes fixed on him, and for once, the sight didn’t calm him. He looked up, sighing, and his eyes caught the flash of gold. Finally!

Draco’s heart stopped, then began to race, as Harry turned and began racing after the Snitch.

Slytherin was already winning, sixty to twenty, but this was the first time Harry had spotted the Snitch.

Unfortunately, the Hufflepuff Seeker had seen Harry start after it, so he was closing in fast.

Draco looked up at Millicent, just in time to see her smirk and send a bludger careening after the Hufflepuff Seeker.

Harry chuckled as he heard the sound of a bludger connecting with broom behind him. The Hufflepuff Seeker would be injured, but he’d survive. His broom wouldn’t be so lucky.

And now there was no competition.

Harry followed the Snitch, putting on a burst of speed as the Snitch narrowly missed getting hit by another bludger. He reached his hand out, closing it around the tiny golden ball, and yelled triumphantly, heading back toward the ground.

Slytherin won.

*****

“Good work.”

“Thank you, Captain Malfoy.” Harry answered sweetly, pulling at his clothes. “I need a bath.” He said softly. “Join me in the Prefect’s bathroom?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “You’re not a Prefect.” He said bluntly.

Harry smirked, trailing a finger down Draco’s chest. “Oh, I know a guy who knows a guy.” He said breathily, giving Draco a heated look.

Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and led him to the bathroom, getting in and starting a bath.

Harry chuckled, undressing as he watched Draco quickly disrobe.

Draco slid into the hot water and looked at Harry.

Harry was standing in just panties, a bra, and…

“Oh, Merlin.” Draco breathed, eyes wide. “You wore that during the match?”

Harry bit his lip, looking down at the stockings and garter belt he wore. “Do you like it?” He asked nervously.

Draco groaned, rolling his eyes. “You have no idea how hot that is!” He said.

Harry grinned and finished undressing, then joined Draco in the bath. “You sure you aren’t bisexual? Because if me wearing girl’s clothes makes you hot-”

“It totally has everything to do with you, and nothing to do with gender. I’m Potter-sexual, thank you very much.” Draco replied haughtily.

Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck and kissing him.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Harry broke the kiss and turned toward the door, freezing as his eyes met Hermione’s. He cursed as he saw Ron as well, as he hid behind Draco, thankful for the bubbles that were hiding his flat chest from view.

Hermione sighed, stopping Ron from opening his mouth. “Don’t. They’re not worth it. Draco, Celeste.” Hermione said, walking into the hallway that led to the showers.

“Going to follow your girlfriend, Weasel?” Draco asked, turning back to Harry, dismissing Ron.

Ron shot Draco one last dirty look, then followed Hermione.

“Draco.” Harry whispered.

“What?” Draco asked innocently.

“That was rude.” He said, unable to hide a grin.

Draco smirked. “Yes, but since you haven’t told them who you are, I don’t have to be nice.” He replied quietly.

Harry blushed. “Um, I did tell Hermione.”

“You told Granger?!” Draco screeched.

Harry covered his mouth. “Shut. Up.” He hissed, looking at the hallway and listening to Ron’s voice as he obviously asked Hermione what she knew that he didn’t. “Great, thanks for that. I didn’t tell Ron, because I don’t think he can handle it.”

Hermione stepped out of the shower room, lips pressed in a tight line, towel wrapped around her body. “I think now, you don’t have a choice.” She said firmly. “He’s not going to let it go. Tell him, please.” She said.

Ron came stomping out of the shower room. “I don’t want to hear anything that Slytherin can tell me.” He huffed, and then stared at Harry’s forehead in shock. “What the hell is going on here?!” He asked in a furious tone.

Harry sighed. “Shit, Ron, don’t be mad.” He said wearily, and then canceled the voice-changing spell. “It’s me. Harry.”

Ron looked at him, and then back at Draco, who was standing too close to Harry to be merely friendly. “And you’re a Slytherin now? Shagging Death Eaters?”

“Great.” Harry snapped. “Yes, I got re-sorted. Yes, I have a sex drive, and yes, I’m gay. I also have a vagina for part of the month. Is that enough info for you?” He asked sharply, but then closed his eyes in regret. “Sorry, it’s just… It’s difficult to explain when you’re angry with me. I had an accident, and things are very weird right now. Draco and I are… Together.” He finished.

Ron gritted his teeth. “You abandoned us.” He accused.

“No. I let Harry Potter die, so that I could have a life. Besides, I don’t want everybody to know that the Boy-Who-Lived is now the Boy-Who-Turns-Into-A-Girl. It’s too bizarre.” He said softly. “Severus is trying to find a way to change me back.”

Ron frowned. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story.” Harry said.

“We’ll take our showers, but then I want answers.” Ron said firmly.

Harry sighed, nodding. “We’ll go to the Room of Requirement when you’re done, and I’ll explain there.”

*****

“Okay.” Ron sat back, drawing in a deep breath and holding it as he appeared to be sorting out the tale he had just heard. He let the breath out and fixed his eyes on Harry. “So, you had a twin, but absorbed her before you formed, giving you two sets of DNA, whatever that is.”

Harry nodded.

“And when you killed off You-Know-Who-”

“Voldemort.” Hermione supplied with an eye roll.

“Yeah, Him, your DNA split?”

Harry grinned. “They separated and turned me into a magical hermaphrodite?” He supplied helpfully.

Ron grimaced. “That’s kind of gross, Harry.”

Harry laughed, feeling at ease around Ron again, finally. “It’s true.” He said. “I can even get pregnant. All female and all male. You get everything.” He teased.

Ron gagged. “Harry!”

Hermione was staring at them in amused shock, and Draco was trying to suppress his own grin.

*****

Draco smiled as Hermione and Ron left, promising to meet up with them again next Friday, to hang out and get to know each other once again.

“Finally, you’re all mine again.” Draco purred, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist.

Harry threaded a hand through Draco’s hair. “I want you.” He said softly. “I want you so much.”

Draco smirked. “I’ve been dreaming of you saying those words for some time now. Your room or mine?” He asked seriously, but teasingly enough for Harry to have an out if he chose to take it.

Harry licked his lips. “You don’t mind that we have to time when my girly-periods are going to be?” He asked. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Draco smiled and led Harry down to the Slytherin common room.

They went to his room and Draco opened a drawer on his nightstand, pulling out a tiny jar of dark blue liquid. “This, Harry,” He explained, “Is called Contraceptus. Do you know what a contraceptive is?”

Harry looked at it in shock. “A birth-control potion?” He breathed.

Draco smiled. “I thought so. I decided to make it myself, since I didn’t want to pressure you, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case.”

“How very Slytherin of you.” Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck and leaning against him.

Draco felt Harry’s fake breasts pressing into him, then he realized that Harry had not worn his constricting underwear after their bath, and the teen’s hard cock was pressing against him insistently. “I take it you approve?” He asked hopefully.

Harry took the bottle from him, setting it aside with a smirk. “We should have three days before I change. We can use it then.”

“Mm.” Draco agreed, sucking on Harry’s neck. “It lasts for a week.” He said distractedly.

Harry sighed and tilted his head back, letting Draco lead him to the bed.

Draco carefully guided Harry down onto the bed, still lavishing his neck with attention as he did so. He pulled away, finally, looking flushed and excited. “You really want this?” He asked.

Harry responded by rolling his eyes and pulling out his fake breasts, throwing them onto the floor, then undoing his bra and removing it through the armhole of his shirt and dropping it beside the bed as well.

Draco groaned, realizing that Harry was now only wearing a sweater and knee-length skirt, with nothing underneath. He rolled them over, then cupped Harry’s ass through the skirt, feeling the plump mounds underneath. “Ah, so even Harry has a wonderful arse.” He observed, squeezing gently and rocking his hips against Harry’s.

“Mm.” Harry replied, seizing Draco’s mouth in a heated kiss. “Yes, that’s mine.” He responded breathily, smiling down at Draco.

Draco raised a brow, pulling on Harry’s skirt impatiently. “This coming off?” He asked.

Harry chuckled, pushing the skirt over his hips and wiggling it off until it, too, slithered to the floor with a whisper of soft cotton against Draco’s satin sheets.

“Oh, yes, much better.” Draco whispered, reaching down and grasping Harry’s cock in his hand, giving it a firm stroke, squeezing a bit at the tip, making Harry jerk and gasp.

“Fuck!” Harry whispered in shock at the feeling of Draco stroking him when he knew what they were planning to do. It was too much, and at the same time, Harry wanted more. He wanted it all.

Draco pulled Harry’s shirt above his head, revealing a strong, yet streamlined, torso, firm with muscle and dusted with dark hairs, but not broad enough to be overly masculine. Draco noted that his hips were slightly more rounded than the usual male physique. A result of the Chimerism, perhaps?

Before Draco could ponder the question, Harry had leaned down and begun unbuttoning Draco’s navy blue silk shirt, kissing the bared skin as he went, and he was getting close to Draco’s navel. The blonde’s attention was undivided as Harry looked up at him and, sticking his tongue out, began to run the tip around Draco’s belly button. Draco cursed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, feeling hot air against his skin when Harry chuckled. Then he felt a mouth close over his navel, and that tongue swirled in and around it, as Harry sucked, finally pulling away when Draco was a writhing mess to reveal a small, dark red hickey.

Harry smiled. “I’ve marked you.” He said, bemused.

Draco growled and reversed their positions, taking the top once again.

Harry blushed at the forceful movement while he was nude and Draco still mostly clothed.

Draco smirked in acknowledgement and shrugged his shirt off, then opened his trousers and stood, dropping them to reveal his lack of undergarments. He let Harry look his fill.

Harry drew a deep breath as he gazed at Draco’s body, all graceful curves and androgynous beauty. He was an art form unto himself, and he knew it, too. After all, he was the result of years of planned breeding, all the unaesthetic genes stamped out over the generations of choosing beautiful brides. How could he be anything less than perfection?

His chest was toned, but smooth, and Harry noted that he was slender, almost waif-like, but that he was tall and self-assured. He looked delicate, but he was a formidable foe when scorned.

Harry’s gaze grew hot when his eyes fell on Draco’s cock, half-hard already, raising from its nest of silvery fuzz. He licked his lips, and Draco’s gaze honed in on his mouth, his pose forgotten as he stared intently at Harry. Harry gave him a soft, half-shy smile, and Draco was on top of him once again, kissing him breathless and making him whimper helplessly.

Draco pulled away from the kiss to brush long, unruly curls from Harry’s face, staring pensively into his striking green eyes. “Are you sure you won’t regret this in the morning?” He asked nervously, all traces of playfulness gone.

Harry smiled. “Will you still respect me in the morning?” He asked coyly.

Draco chuckled. “You are the sexiest, funniest, most talented man and woman that I know. How could I ever not respect you?” He answered softly, cupping Harry’s face and running his thumb over his cheek.

Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, turning almost imperceptibly into the touch, before his eyes opened again, fixing on Draco’s, completely open and unabashed. “I love you, Draco. Take me, and in doing so, give yourself to me.” He said. “We’ve both waited long enough. There are few secrets, if any, between us now, and if Severus finds something that works and our relationship has to be put aside for now, I don’t want to have to wait. There’s no one else for me. I’m absolutely positive that this is where I need to be right now.”

Draco’s smile lit up the room.

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