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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Notes: So we're getting into more plot, and I just want to be clear; although it's insinuated, there is no actual bestiality in this fic. So no running away. Thanks again for all the reading and reviewing, it makes me chipper to know people are enjoying my rambles. ^^
Emma: Thanks lovely!
Starr: Gah, not really want... but yeah. Better safe than sorry...
Tommy-Lane: You are allowed to be a vague or specific as you like—your reviews always leave me happy! I worried about Jaz—OC characters thrown in with cannon are always so difficult with fan reactions. Ah, and the beast forms—well, more suspense is my current answer to that. I'm a terrible, terrible person but I've been enjoying drawing out the suspense on what the hell happens if they wake up. You don't even get to see with Lucius, but you just know it's horrible. XD Dumbledore's reaction just helped to build that, because it's Dumbly and if he can't forgive... well, there must be something terrible with Harry—I know, bad, bad author.
The friends' reactions really help give a bit of well needed levity, seeing as Harry and Draco are living in their own little world. Hum, oh, and more wild Draco to come. I'm not 100% sure, but that boy might have a breakdown before this fic is done. Life has not been kind so far. The characters do start writing themselves after a while...

Chapter Thirteen
Harry counted almost twenty of them, their numbers having grown as the night wore on and dawn rose on the horizon. He had noticed two sitting at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, glowing bright and still as he had passed a window when on the way to one of Draco's classes. While Draco studied, Harry had slipped down to get a closer look, only to find more joining the pair of white dragons. It was unsettling, the way they stared up at the tower, ignoring Harry completely to glare through the dimensional plane to where Draco was sitting in class, oblivious to his onlookers.
Harry had kept watching, first by Draco's side and glaring out windows and through walls. Once night had settled, Draco fed, shagged and asleep, Harry had guarded the castle doors, making sure the pack of white dragons did not try to come in and attack Draco. Harry was not sure exactly what they wanted from Draco, but he was fairly certain if he turned his back the white creatures would swarm, stealing his mate away in the middle of the night, never to be seen again.
Harry had not bothered to explain to Draco that the boy was now his mate, even if he could not bite him properly while he wore the ring. Draco had accepted him at some point. Looking back, it was when the boy had finally seen Harry with the new glasses and still loved him enough to fight for him, and the ache in Harry had started to recede. Feeling and seeing how much Draco cared for Harry had dulled the need in Harry to pull and pull until Draco felt just as much.
Likely, Draco would be upset about being his mate—if only because everything seemed to upset Draco. Harry had little interest in relinquishing his claim, be it to the annoying white beasts sitting too still outside in the forest, or to whatever prim and proper lady Draco was to be married to if Harry didn't survive. Harry was determined now to live—not for Draco so the boy wouldn't be alone, but for Harry, so he could be with the boy for as long as possible.
Something had shifted in the subconscious animal mind after mating with Draco, something that insisted Harry do everything in his ability to empower and protect his new mate. Harry didn't see Draco to need his protection the way Blaise seemed to think Draco needed saving. Draco was damn strong, even when sad and making what looked to be shit choices about marrying straight women. Given the boy was facing disinheritance from his mother, and a life of exile from society because he was the son and nephew of the two villains that helped to kill Harry, Draco's choices made a lot more sense. They still sucked, but Harry understood them.
Harry had started practicing his magic to make sure he didn't botch the spell to come that would bond him to Fawkes and free him from the odd prison he was in. He also started flinging said magic at the forest, flicking sparks at the white creatures to see if they would back off. They didn't, each one glowing brighter and snarling at his interference, and then returning to its stare at where Draco slept within Hogwarts. Harry changed his view to the fifth plane, following their gaze to see what it was the creatures saw.
For all of Draco's denials that he was not becoming more beast like, instead just letting go of his steel self control over his emotions, the boy certainly looked to be changing as a beast. Even with the ring on, his power was glowing and brighter than when Harry first noticed him in that realm. Much brighter than the creatures out in the forest. The longer Harry stared at Draco's light, the more he wanted to go to the boy, even though he knew it would be better to speak with Dumbledore—especially without Draco present and angry.
Glaring at the white dragons still at the forest's edge and yet to move beyond it, Harry returned inside as morning dazzled overhead. He had left a note for Draco on his hand—the boy didn't miss the ones actually written on him—stating he would be around if needed, but preparing for the spell to come. Clicking his ever present pen, Harry made his way up Dumbledore's staircase, seeking his wizened headmaster out.
Dumbledore was pensive at Harry's approach, looking tired today as if he hadn't slept much. Harry used the pen to tap at the desk, no paper to be found. Dumbledore unfurled a sheet, Harry touching it and imbuing it with enough magic so that he could manipulate the paper as well.
“Very good, Harry. You are getting your control back,” Dumbledore said softly, fingers lighting on the table as he peered at the moving pen.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm afraid we may have a problem with the Vesper. I have found what looks like a pack of them out sitting at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and watching the castle.
Sighing, Dumbledore nodded, looking even wearier in that moment. “Yes, I was told that a group lived there, deep in the forest. They are shape-shifters that had little interest in humans.”
They seem interested now. They're watching Draco. Harry stopped, studying Dumbledore's face carefully. Maybe it was because of Harry's condition that the old man was looking so tired. It could not have been an easy choice when faced with the death of his students, but Harry understood it had been the correct one.
Sir, what do we really know of the Vesper? Draco is worried that they are dangerous, more so than what I am.
“There is not much, I'm afraid.” Dumbledore said after some thought, his fingers combing his beard. “They avoid human contact and are very territorial. Then again, that could describe every beast in the Forbidden Forest. They are unique in their ability to shift and appear human, and to become invisible in any form. It is thought that they hunt their prey that way, unseen.”
A shiver ran down Harry's spine, one more of instinct than based in known fact. They would come for Draco like that, perhaps moving as a pack, slipping in through an unguarded entrance of Hogwarts to hunt the boy down. They would clamp razor sharp teeth on Draco's beautiful long limbs and drag him away, deep into the forest. Draco was different from the creatures waiting outside. They wanted him.
Are there other types of Vesper? Besides the Kalistar? Genders—or roles? Hunters, leaders, or maybe something else?
“Likely, but no one has every gotten close enough to study them. They are very private creatures, and the Kalistar is thought to prevent any human from getting close with a swift death.”
Harry shook his head. If the Vesper could become invisible, than who really knew what happened to the people that had stumbled too close into their territory? Harry suspected as Draco did that the Vesper were truly the violent ones, and the Kalistar was intent to protect everyone from them. Otherwise, to see a Kalistar over dead bodies would mean to die by its fangs as well. But to see a dead body alone could lure another in, into a pack of invisible, bloodthirsty creatures.
The victims, are they ever eaten? Do you think it could just be territorial and not the need to feed?
Dumbledore nodded his head, his face looking a bit grim from the turn of conversation. “The dead are found always at the boundaries of the Vesper village where the Kalistar is said to roam. Some are very much devoured, others just shredded. But Harry, we do not fear the Vesper because they do not kill humans when they hunt the forest.”
But they can shift into looking like a human, maybe even for the soul purpose of luring humans in. There are many a magical creature that would lure and feed in different ways off of humans. Shifters tend to be those types.
“You are right; that is normally the case. We have no records on it when it comes to the Vesper. They are very private and reluctant to interact with humans whenever found. That they are outside right now is confusing enough. And concerning.”
I am certain they are here for Draco. Harry tapped his pen idly, not sure what to do.
“It would seem it... Do you think they wish him harm?” Dumbledore mussed, reaching across his desk for a piece of toast he had been neglecting. “He has said something has stalked him before, invisible in the forest. They did not harm him then.”
That was true, Draco had interacted with a few invisible creatures growing up, one he even claimed to have been his friend. He was afraid of them, even then. Said they wanted something from him.
“I recall... but perhaps that was just fear of the unknown? Maybe they are reaching out to one of their own, hoping Draco will join their pack.”
That shiver again, warning down Harry's spine. I do not think it is that innocent. Watching them, they seemed almost hungry. They are waiting patiently with great hunger.
Dumbledore exhaled slowly, his head bowed in thought. “We will do what we can, Harry. We have the glasses now, which we can give to Draco so he will not be completely unaware to their presence. The Vesper never invade human territory, so I doubt they will seek him out. As long as Draco stays indoors he should be safe.”
Harry wasn't so sure, but there was little more they could really do for Draco that he could think of. It's not like they could lock the boy up for the rest of his life—Harry was pretty sure Draco would have some very persuasive and violent means to stop that idea.
Sir, I would like Sirius and Remus to be there for my spell. Early, so that I can speak with them. I wish to make a will, just in case.
Sighing, Dumbledore nodded. “I think that would be a wise course of action. I will contact them now.” Dumbledore stood slowly and Harry thought again just how weary the man was. How many times had his mentor failed in his goal of protecting his students? Today Albus looked to feel each death.
Hesitating, Harry wrote a quick farewell, wanting to stop by the windows before seeking out Draco again.

Pen left on top of the door frame where no one would think to step on it or take it, Harry slipped invisible into the potions classroom where Draco was halfheartedly paying attention to his bubbling cauldron. Blaise and Pansy were passing notes to him. Given Draco's expression, a truce had been brokered. Blaise still looked angry, but Harry figured the boy would get over it eventually. Draco did not bend when he was determined, instead digging his heels in and holding tighter out of pure stubbornness. It was appealing when it wasn't directed at Harry who had his own level of stubborn pride he had to get through at times.
Draco noticed him before he made contact, silver eyes glancing in Harry's direction as his magic came into Draco's bubble of awareness. Harry was careful to be slow with his touch as he ghosted over Draco's shoulders, not wanting to shock him into drawing attention to himself. Once the boy was embarrassed there would be no playing with him, Draco very much having a fine line of what he was willing to put up with.
The last few days though, that line had definitely moved. Harry watched, smirking as Draco bit down on the side of his pale thumb, tongue no doubt flicking out to taste his flesh idly while Harry ran hands down Draco's sides. Draco seemed happy to have Harry around more than anything. And well, Harry liked being around if it meant Draco wasn't yelling at him for indulging in pressing skin to skin. It also kept the mating drive bearable, touching Draco. Especially when Harry knew for certain that Draco wanted to be touched, flashing silver warnings and all.
Draco stopped in his writing, jaw clenching slightly when Harry slipped fingers down his throat. It was a dangerous move, knowing just how sensitive the boy was there. But Draco made no objection, breathing out his nose slowly and staring down at the desk. Careful not to shift his hair, Harry crouched down next to Draco's seat, peering up into his heavy lidded eyes. Harry traced Draco's flushed lips, pushing his own thumb in the boy's mouth and smiling when Draco nipped lightly.
Harry leaned closer, breathing up Draco's neck, tongue flicking out to lap at the hollow of his throat. Draco bit down on Harry's thumb, hissing softly, and Harry licked him again, wetting the boy's throat all the way up to his chin.
“Mr. Malfoy, if I could have your assistance for a moment?” Brow furrowed, Harry pulled back and watched as Draco looked up and then turned bright pink. Harry followed the boy's gaze, scowling when he saw Jaz in a familiar pair of round glasses smiling lazily from the doorway. Fucking spoilsport.
Huffing, Harry stood and followed Draco to the door, the embarrassed boy throwing Harry's arm off the moment he touched his shoulder. Jaz was staring right at Harry, looking him up and down with something less than appropriate glinting in his eyes. Harry glared back, making Jaz snicker in laughter and move out of the way.
Snagging his pen, Harry followed into the classroom across the hall that the specialist had been working out of to ready the spellwork for Harry's return. The room was completely bare except for the small table Jaz had set up to hold his notebook and instruments. If it wasn't already, the room would be warded for all scents, never mind any stray magic that could interfere with the complex work to come.
“Sorry to interrupt you, gentlemen,” Jaz chirped, sounding far from sorry as he shut the door and swept in the room. “But I have been asked to relay anything I know about the creatures outside and of course, relinquish these curious glasses to you, Draco.”
Arms folded, and again pulling away from Harry's touch, it took Draco a moment for the man's words to sink in. “What creatures outside?”
“The ones Mr. Potter has spotted. I have been out back observing them after Dumbledore informed me of their existence. The Vesper have taken an interest in you, Draco. For your own safety I would recommend you do not give them an opportunity to get you alone.”
“So they're... dangerous?” Draco asked, biting his lip worriedly.
Jaz waved his hand dismissively. “You live in a world full of magic—everything is dangerous. But the Vesper, well, they could be problematic. They have gathered outside in a large group, visible only with the glasses. There are so many, that I suspect that they may be expecting one of their leaders or diplomats or such. It will be one that can shift, so to meet you on familiar territory in that sense. They have a very strict hierarchy from what I have learned, so I do not believe the ones currently out there will do you harm... As long as you do not approach them.”
Jaz again turned his gaze to Harry, blue eyes searing into him with some unspoken question. “Your Mr. Potter might be causing them some agitation, his energy fluctuating the way it is. But I think they might fear him a bit, which is a good advantage right now. We will be performing the spell on Thursday evening, now that all the materials have been gathered. Have you been feeling pain yet, Harry?”
Frowning, Harry shrugged uncomfortably. He raised his hand up, pushing thumb and forefinger towards each other to indicate a little. Harry's back had been hurting, his shoulder blade stinging with a dull ache.
“That's what I thought. You have started to bleed from where I can only assume the first wing was torn off. It is only a dribble, but given everything else, it seems time is catching up with you. If you are capable of feeling that, you may begin to start feeling it all—and I do not believe it will be pleasant, given the extent of your wounds.”
Harry nodded briskly, not about to start bitching over excruciating pain to come. Draco looked pale though, and Harry slipped his hand into his, glad when the boy gripped him back tight.
“What do the Vesper want with me?” Draco asked quietly.
Jaz shrugged, scooping up his notebook and flipping through. “I have only met one briefly in person, one of the shifters. They sometimes get stuck invisible, spark and then die like many other creatures that become ungrounded in the main reality. It was intelligent, but completely stripped of emotion when I worked with it. Its own kind had spelled it that way before allowing it to be in my presence. I believe they were concerned for one or both of our safety otherwise.”
“Did you manage to save it?” Draco wondered, curious. Karia had sparked before she had stopped visiting him, and Draco had gone to Hogwarts shortly after. She had never returned, and had warned that she was likely dying before she left.
“I did. What I learned actually helped me to understand just how moving through dimensions can be done. Before the Vesper I was still struggling with a lot of the spellwork myself.”
Harry moved closer to Draco, wrapping his arm around the boy's chest. Draco frowned but leaned back against him, still full of questions. “Then this is how you know of the Kalistar?”
Jaz shook his head, still thumbing through his notebook. “Nope. Pretty sure they were all gone by that time. The Vesper had mentioned that their protectors had all grown ill from the sparking. They did not know how to cure them, but had been able to spell them into some sort of suspended animation.”
“But they didn't cure them once you figured out how to? Why wouldn't they heal them?”
“I have no idea—but if they are violent that could be a reasonable explanation,” Jaz pointed out.
Harry didn't disagree, but felt there was likely more to it. He clicked his pen, waiting for Jaz to throw him an empty notebook to jot in. Draco held it while Harry flowed magic into the pages enough so he could hold it himself.
You have shifters, protectors, and the hunter dragons out in the forest. Are there any other types? Harry moved over to Jaz so the man could read his writing easier.
Consulting his notes a moment, Jaz nodded. “The shifter mentioned that they hold a group of them away in their village. Very much pampered and sheltered by the surroundings.”
Harry glanced over at Draco, the boy fiddling with his hair distractedly and not paying them much attention. These wouldn't be human halflings, would they?
Narrowing his eyes on the page, Jaz didn't answer right away, also glancing at Draco through the magically enhanced glasses he was wearing.
Draco had changed recently, not just in attitude and glow. Up close Harry could see his other form and how his feathers had grown longer, tinged with purples and blues at the tips, and arranged in an elegant headdress among waist long white hair and sharp elf like ears. The boy's eyes looked slanted, the silver almost beacons against his luminous flesh with dazzling scales sparkling color at each facet. His tail was even longer now, sleek and curling with blue feathers tipping the end, accentuating Draco's even longer lithe frame.
“I think it is a distinct possibility...” Jaz finally answered, shutting his notebook with a snap. “He is responding to either your energy, or the creatures' outside. But considering the closeness, I'm going to say yours.”
Even with the ring?
“The ring is just a cage to keep his flesh from transforming. The beast within is still very much a living, growing thing. Draco looks to be quite willing to grow now, while before he had seemed to hold himself back and deny the beast.”
Draco raised his brow, unable to miss what Jaz was saying for too long. “Are you saying not fighting myself anymore will increase the beast's power?”
“It's not just the beast's, its your's as well.” Jaz waved a hand to indicate all of Draco as he saw him through the glasses. “Your magic radiates, your body is stronger—I do believe you might even have a warm aura now. Harry, does it call? I want to say it does, but it isn't on my plane to read it properly.”
He's calling. Standing outside looking at him, I felt the need to return to him.
Draco peered forward to read what Harry had said, huffing at the news. “So they're out there because of me—not just me, but that I'm calling them here. Shit. What if they hurt someone, Hagrid or the halfwits always running into the forest? It's not like anyone can see them to defend themselves.”
Harry tugged on Draco's hair sharply, having been one of the more well known halfwits to play in the Forbidden Forest. Then, still looking at the boy through the fifth plane, Harry slunk around behind Draco and ran his hand down his tail.
Eyes wide, Draco shivered, turning to look behind him at nothing. Harry continued, pulling the sleek appendage up, tracing fingers gently over the scales and watching as Draco twitched from the odd sensation.
“What the fuck is that?” Draco breathed out, jerking slightly when Harry moved one hand to the point of his left ear and squeezed lightly.
“Your tail,” Jaz said simply, smirking when Draco gasped again. “They can be very sensitive, so don't let Mr. Potter step on it. For now, I think we should focus on keeping you as far away from what is outside as possible. I believe Harry is concerned that the pack wishes to take you away, and understanding that you are giving off a magical call, I have to agree with that concern.”
“Right...” Draco said distractedly, eyes half closed while Harry continued to stroke fingers over his tail. Now that he was aware of it, Draco was nearly moving the thing, the tail flicking in Harry's hand in a halfhearted attempt to wiggle free. “I should probably see them... right? Just to know what to avoid.”
That sounded like an intelligent and very terrible idea to Harry, that warning shiver running down his spine again. But Jaz was agreeing, leading Draco out the door before Harry could fully comprehend his innate fear. Up the stairs and at the nearest window, Jaz handed the glasses over to Draco, pointing in the direction of the largest mass of the group. Approaching slowly, Harry saw when Draco caught sight of them, the boy's glow increasing and responding in recognition.
Growling, Harry quickly pulled Draco away from the window, glaring outside as the creatures glowed back in greeting to the pale boy. Draco's call was suddenly much louder, his aura expanding in the hallway. Very much not liking what any of this was suggesting, Harry grabbed Draco from around the waist, threw the boy over his shoulder and carried him back down to the classroom. He left Draco there, dazed on the floor with the door shut tight. Harry returned with the magical glasses and handed them to Jaz, who was still at the window. Together they peered out at the white creatures.
A shiver went through the group of dragons the same time another one crawled up Harry's spine. Together the pack went from stillness to motion, taking small steps until they were a meter out beyond the border of the forest. They stopped there, moving from foot to foot as if something was holding them back. Harry begged it was an invisible wall and not just the border of territory. With Draco calling, borders would mean much less to such famished looking creatures.
“This is not good...” Jaz muttered and Harry silently agreed.
Not sure if he would rather stand in front of the castle and make sure the dragons didn't rush in, or stay with Draco and curl around the boy until he had no doubt that his mate was safe, he continued to glare out the window. So many were out there, so many that could easily overwhelm Draco while Harry was distracted by the spell on Thursday. And if Harry didn't survive—what would happen to Draco then? What did the damn things want and why was Draco's energy calling to creatures that seemed to want to hurt the boy in response?
The questions left Harry confused, anxiety tight in his stomach for the many things he had no control over. He began to walk away, clicking the pen a few times to let Jaz know he was leaving while the man stayed and took detailed notes of the creatures' behavior outside. Draco was still on the classroom floor, silver eyes beautiful and dazed. When Harry touched him in greeting, Draco moaned, seeking him out and pulling him close.
“I won't let them have you,” Harry promised into Draco's throat, running his hands over the boy's back and shoulders.
“Harry... I'm scared... I want to go out there,” Draco whispered, pressing into Harry's chest, his hands grabbing at his sides heatedly. “Something inside me wants to go out there...”
“No—I won't let you,” Harry growled, holding Draco still by the arms. Draco's head lolled back, eyelids heavy with need. “Stay with me, Draco. Stay only with me and forget about them.”
But Draco couldn't hear him and couldn't respond to Harry's direct command. “They want to hurt me... I can feel it... they hate what I am...Yet... yet they keep calling me...”
“You will not, Draco!” Harry raised his magic up, slamming the door shut and warding it. Whatever pull the white dragons had on Draco, it could not compare to Harry's need for the boy. Harry let the desperate feeling grow in him, willing Draco to feel how much he had to stay with him—how much Harry needed Draco to need him. His fear made it stronger, and Harry was so afraid. If Draco was so easily swayed by Harry's need, would the boy be the same with a full blooded Vesper? Would they not have to steal Draco away, but just make the boy need until he followed the dragons out of the castle willingly?
Draco fell back on the floor, slender body arching and pink mouth gasping as Harry's mating call overtook him full force. Harry filled his palms with magic, drawing them over Draco's clothes until they shimmered. Then he pulled the material from the writhing boy, revealing every pale, glowing inch of flesh to the castle air. “You are mine, Draco. No one else can have you—no one. No thing, either. You are mine and I will keep you with me.”
Draco didn't answer, unhearing still, his cheeks turning pink as well as his neck as fire raced over his skin, followed by Harry's possessive touch. Harry didn't need Draco to answer, his eager body telling him that as long as Harry called, Draco would listen. Directing his power to the very first and seemingly most important actual spell Harry had learned since getting his magic back, Harry summoned lube that would work in his dimension. He pushed Draco's knees up, watching his flushed face while he probed slick fingers into the boy's clenching hole.
“Oh god... oh fuck!” Draco cried, hands scrambling on the floor, and then up, finding Harry's shoulders and gripping hard. “Harry... Harry... fix this... Oh god... Please, fuck me so I'll stay...” he sobbed out, head falling back too heavily on the floor. Harry reached up to see if Draco had hurt himself, but the boy was near clawing at him, wrapping long limbs around Harry and pressing onto his fingers desperately.
“I'm going to fix it,” Harry promised, pulling Draco up while he sat, arranging the shaking boy in his lap and holding him upright. “I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're mine.” He ran unsteady hands over Draco's hips and then back to his ass, running fingers between his tight cheeks with one hand to continue stretching, and gripping his thigh firmly with the other. “I think... I think if you smell like me... taste like me... they might be afraid to touch you...” The dragons didn't like Harry, were even somewhat afraid of him. He would let them know that Draco was his, and they would have to back the fuck off.
“Need you... fucking need you, Harry...” Draco whined, his eyes closed and body refusing to listen to his own commands. Harry stared at him, watching sweat and a stray tear drip down his tormented face. Draco was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and no one was going to take him away. Harry leaned forward, licking up the boy's pale jaw and cheek. He called his magic once again until it was moving across Harry's skin in soft waves.
Draco felt the change against his skin, eyes peeking open and then flying wide. “I can... I can see you,” he gasped, hesitantly raising his hand to touch the shimmering flesh before him. “Not fully proper, but damn near... oh, oh hell... Harry, you need to keep going...” He finished with a groan, body pressing forward and rubbing against Harry's. “Really, fucking need this...”
Harry did not want to think how Draco had seemed to need sex before Harry had touched him. The boy's hazy eyes had started all the way back in the hall when his aura had exploded out, and Harry tried to suppress the dread that rose up in him at the knowledge. “You aren't taking the ring off, Draco, not ever. I know you think it's going to fix things... but... but I don't think so...” He pressed his face into Draco's hair while the boy whimpered and pulled at his shoulders expectantly.
“Harry... come on...”
Swallowing hard, Harry slid his hands over Draco's back again, feeling every soft give of flesh and hard yield of bone and muscle. Draco was so sensitive like this, gasping and whimpering at mere brushes of touch, never mind the hard, dragging ones Harry ran down his long sides that made Draco moan so loud. He let Draco push him back a bit, the boy rising to his knees and swaying as he wrapped his pale fingers around Harry's shimmering length and guided it to his entrance. “Shit, Draco... you really need this bad.”
Harry steadied the boy's hips but did not control his movements, instead watching Draco's face intently. Eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip trapped between white teeth, Draco pushed back, his slick hole opening to Harry's thickness. He was going too fast, and Harry gripped him harder, groaning when Draco whimpered from being stopped. “Harry—please!”
“No... you're going to hurt yourself,” Harry muttered hoarsely, unable to look away from Draco's gasping mouth. He leaned forward, licking at the red lips and meeting the boy's tongue. Draco descended on him like a man possessed, hands pulling at Harry's hair and keeping his mouth there for him to devour hungrily. Draco was pushing back, and Harry was forgetting why he had been holding the boy's hips so tight.
“That's it... oh god, yes...” Murmuring appreciatively, Draco's hands gripped Harry's hair tighter, the boy's body stretching and rocking back in slow, heady movements that made Harry's head spin. He was fucking tight—so damn hot and tight inside. Harry didn't know when exactly it happened, but he found himself pushing Draco back on the floor, pulling the boy's knees up over his shoulders with shaking hands and then driving into him.
Draco clung to him, nails and fingers digging in and then his teeth, biting Harry's shoulder to muffle his loud shouts at each hard thrust. Harry shuddered, feeling Draco's body clench around him even tighter. Suddenly Draco was spurting hot liquid between them, the boy's cries even more frantic in pitch.
“Oh god, Draco... fuck, you're mad...” Harry gasped, Draco biting him repeatedly on the neck, hands pulling harshly at Harry's flesh while he urged him to continue. As if Harry could have stopped himself in that moment, deep inside Draco tight hot flesh, the boy clenching again and again as if trying to milk the seed from him.
Harry grabbed at Draco's hands, pulling them from their current targets and pinning his wrists down on the stone floor. He paused, licking his lips while Draco's head thrashed back and forth. Draco was still full of so much need and seeing that sparked the familiar, dangerous feeling in Harry again. “You're so fucking mine, Malfoy... I could toss that damn ring down a drain, bite your long neck bloody and you wouldn't fight me. You would beg me.” Harry closed his eyes, breathing deep, smelling Draco's arousal and sweat. “You're still hard—you will always be hard when around me. You're mine, and you know it.”
Harry reached between them, fingers dragging in the stream of fluid Draco had left on his stomach to bead prettily. He waited for Draco to open his eyes, silver blazing at him intently. Harry first pressed some of Draco's cum to his own lips, tasting slowly, relishing the flavor while Draco whimpered. When Draco seemed about ready to reach his tongue out and steal the fluid from Harry's lips, he took his fingers and wiped it over Draco's face, smirking at the boy's fucking delicious, wanton expression. He deposited the rest of the fluid on Draco's throat, moving down the center of his flesh and lingering around the hollow by his collarbone. Draco gasped, hips jolting and moving around the hard flesh impaling him.
Fighting the damn near crazed urge to pull the fucking ring off Draco's finger, Harry pulled out of the boy's tight passage, and unhinged Draco's long legs of his wide shoulders. “Harry...” Draco whined in his ear, only to gasp in delight moments later when Harry was licking down his stomach. Making sure he had not missed a drop of Draco's precious seed, Harry descended on Draco's still hard cock, teasing and taunting with his tongue and breath.
Draco squirmed, hands clutching at the ground behind him to keep from falling sideways. “Harry—fuck... fuck yes...” The boy really had a terrible vocabulary when it came to sex, but Harry thought it sexy to see Draco become so unhinged that all he could do was swear and say his name. Removing his mouth from Draco's sweet cock with a wet pop that only he could hear, Harry grabbed Draco's hips and forced the boy over and onto his knees. Draco gave a giddy laugh, stretching forward to rest on his arms and then pushing back and rubbing his ass and thighs against Harry. “Fucking do it...”
Harry wrapped himself around the boy's bent body, pressing his erection against his hot hole and growling when Draco pushed back against it. “This is how you want it, isn't it? On your knees like one of those fucking white things outside. You want them to fuck you. You want them to fill you until you're just like one of them.” He bit the back of Draco's neck, wishing what he was saying wasn't true even while his body fucking knew it was.
“Fuck... fuck me, Harry...”
“I can fuck you like that... as hard as you need it... fucking wild so you won't want to go to them... I've got everything you need, Draco. I fucking promise...” He bit between Draco's shoulder and neck, hands tight on the boy's slender hips. “Just stay with me. Fucking stay and be mine.” Harry thrust into Draco with a smooth push forward, the boy howling in surprise and pleasure as Harry sheathed himself in tight. Harry didn't let up, driving in again and again, pulling desperate loud cries from the gasping body beneath him.
Draco was sliding, sweat on his shaking legs and arms stealing his position away. Harry changed his grip to hold the boy still, growling at the fucking begging for it sound Draco replied with when Harry found his prostrate. Harry slowed his thrusts, making sure to press against the bundle of nerves each time while Draco shrieked and sobbed in his arms.
“Just like that... just how you need it... You are so... fucking... lost...” He could feel Draco clenching again, entire body tensing around him as they rocked together, Harry buried so deep in Draco it was difficult to say they weren't the same person in that moment. “That's it... show me how much you like it, you fucking tease... My fucking tease...”
Draco choked on his cry, eyes squeezed so tight to match how tight he was squeezing Harry's cock inside. And then he was coming again, Harry's fingers wrapped around his long length to feel Draco's orgasm thrum through his hot flesh.
Harry groaned as he felt Draco come for the second time, pumping into the boy's clenching channel again and again, and then stilling as he came. He filled Draco's tight heat with his first shot of cum, and then pulled out quickly, covering the boy's beautiful thighs and ass with long streams of his seed. Draco muffled another cry from the feel of it, bending forward and resting his head on the floor while Harry rubbed his spilled seed into Draco's flesh with his palms, fingers and cock.
“Fuck... fuck, you're all over me, Harry... No one can see that your, god, your cum is all over me...” Draco gave a desperate moan at the very idea, running his fingers over his face where his own cum still sat. Harry groaned with him, rubbing his face against Draco's thigh, licking slowly. He did not want to remove his scent from Draco, even though he very much wanted to lick every inch of the boy again.
Harry did not understand all of the animal inside him just yet, but he was learning more everyday. Each time he interacted with the fucking delicious boy that had woken his beast in the first place, Harry unearthed more of the creature within. Some of it was damn near terrifying, and some, right now, just felt fucking amazing. Harry moved to lie out on the floor, pulling Draco down and resting the boy tight on top of him.
Draco was coming back, eyes clearing as his heart rate slowed to something normal. As long as Harry was there, no other call would be stronger than his—he was almost certain of it. What Draco would want if the ring was taken off and his beast allowed to run wild, that was something Harry was not certain of at all. Worse, Harry didn't know if he should share his concerns with Draco, the boy already so shaken by the things outside. And he was so goddamn stubborn—telling Draco not to do something usually only led to the boy running head first into said something instead.
Harry looked down, Draco sighing softly as he watched the magic swirl patterns on Harry's chest. If he was feeling the call of the creatures outside, he gave no sign of it, eyes completely clear of haze. Harry touched Draco's face softly, the boy looking up directly at him, but in an unfocused way since Harry's eyes weren't visible properly.
“I'm in trouble, Harry...” Draco whispered. “I can feel them, pressing in my head. They're trying to talk to me. They... they're angry that you touched me...”
“Too fucking bad,” Harry muttered, smoothing Draco's hair back from his face. “You belong to me, not them. Let the poor losers be angry.”
Eyes rolling, Draco summoned the notebook Harry had been writing in earlier, and Harry called the pen to him in reply. My scent will protect you. Harry wrote simply.
Draco nodded distractedly, eyes sliding up to Harry's face again. “Is that why you... covered me?”
Harry grabbed Draco's chin, pulling the boy's face against his so he could breathe the scent of cum on his skin. “You are going to walk around this castle covered in my scent and seed, and you are going to know you're mine.” He flicked his tongue out, tasting Draco's lips. “And those bitches outside are going to know it too.”
“Harry... I can't fucking hear you,” Draco murmured, tongue reaching to meet Harry's briefly.
“Good, you'd only yell about it anyways, and then I'd have to grind you into something sturdy for being so sexy.” Harry picked the pen up again, jotting a quick yes to Draco's earlier question.
“Potter, I know you were saying a shit ton more than that,” Draco said warningly when Harry looked like he was going to put the pen back down.
“I can't help that you're deaf, Malfoy.” Harry said back, making sure to breathe it into Draco's throat so the boy could know he was talking. “I say lots of terrible things right to your face and you don't even know. Like how fucking tight you are...” He moved his palm down Draco's back, grabbing his ass and squeezing. “You are fucking tight. Tighter than that hot little mouth of yours, and that was fucking tight. You never had dick in your mouth before, but hell, you figured it out sure fucking quick. I've only had two other guys give me blowjobs, and they weren't even half as excited as you were—and they fucking knew they were gay. You like cock a lot, a whole fucking lot. And you don't even know how much.”
“Tickling...” Draco growled, pushing at Harry's head to stop him mumbling against his throat. “Potter, just use the damn paper.”
Harry was having too much fun, Draco's expression growing stormier by the minute as Harry twirled the pen and refused to write. “Shit... let's see. You moan like a damn whore. I have never heard a noise like that outside of a porno, and it was coming from the girl at the time. You make noises that would embarrass a seasoned slut, and I love knowing you're making them for me... Mmm, and they are definitely for me, Draco...” Harry added, dropping the pen and using both his hands to pull the angry boy up his body.
Harry cupped Draco's very tight ass and then spread his long pale legs to either side of his waist. He nuzzled his half hard dick against Draco's crack, holding his breath so he could hear the soft whimpering noise of approval Draco made from the feel of it. “You want to fuck again, Draco? I can pull you with the call and you can come all goddamn day if you want.”
“Ah... ah, I have to get to class...” Draco panted, his anger having drained away for lust once again.
“I know, you little tease.” Harry let his eyes roam over Draco's beautiful face, very much wishing he could freeze this moment and never have to leave it. “In two days we'll know. I'll either be alive, or no longer able to worry about all the fucked up shit that seems to follow you around. To think you thought I was trouble—after this week we are definitely even.”
Draco, not able to hear him, just sighed and bit Harry's neck gently. “Don't go too far from me. Don't... don't let me see them again, and don't leave me alone where they can find me.”
Harry kissed the top of his head. “I won't let them have you. I will kill every one of them if I have to.”
“I don't trust myself...” Draco whispered hollowly. “Harry, I... I don't know what I'll do if I see them again.” Seeing Draco's expression, Harry feared that was very much a lie and Draco knew exactly what he would do.
“It's okay. It's going to be okay...” Harry could kill them all if he had to. They might finish him off to do it, there were a shit ton of them out there, but Harry could do his best while he had the strength. “I love you, Draco. You are beautiful and brilliant and I'm never going to let anything hurt you while I'm around. I promise. Just hold on and I'll fix it all...”
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