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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: This promises to be a long chapter, and I've left out a few ideas for next chap. I wanted to reach this part, at the end, and that meant leaving a few strings untied for a bit longer. Hope you all enjoy it.

Sablesilverrain: Huggs, Huggs, and Squeezes! Good to hear you're hard at work. I'll try to keep my updates coming, but I have another complication. I'm in Love! I've finally found Mr. Right! He says he won't interfere in my writing, or school, or work, but I do intend to spend as many waking hours with him as possible, so how can he help but intrude. Apology in advance.

Jordan C: You have been a loyal reviewer, and I am thrilled to return. I'll do my best.

ficklefeline: Welcome to my reviewer section. Now, would I do that to Harry and Malfoy? Keep your hope, I'll be getting on to Harry's next mate soon, but never give up hope!

Silverlion: Lorcan d'Eath is a character from J.K. Rowling's wizards of the month, Dec 2006. He is a Vampire and you should be more curious who his son is and what he's trying to find out.

unneeded: Again, it's not necessarily Hermione who's the focus of Lorcan's interest. He's been hunting for a person, and that person lived at an untraceable house.

alanis: Woah! First off, welcome and I'm glad you ventured past chap 5. I'm not going to mate Harry with his sibs, so don't anyone worry, kay? As I said above, Lorcan is not one of Harry's brothers, but he does have an interest in this story. Cedric will turn up again, but not for a couple of chaps. Harry's mates, as you will see, are not all male, though I thought of that. And, no I will not cut Draco off from the line of possible mates, so don't discount him yet. Now, as for me, you bet I'm having fun. Tons of it!

darkestmagic: Such a rave review deserves an even greater response, but you've struck me dumb. Thank you, so much.

Chapter Nineteen: Flight!

Male Pregnancies III

Among the Bovine, Equine, Canine and Feline breeds, pregnancies tend to run closer to their human ancestries, though an occasional bitch or breeder may have a litter of up to four. This is rare and should be closely watch by a healer, midwife or kennel medic. Most cases of submissive partners being male are among the equine and canine cases.

Faerie heritages are blessed with simplicity. Males or females are just as likely to bear, depending upon the mate, and one child is always the result. Again, as I stated in their chapter, births to fauns and nympths are notorious for cases of neglect, and should only be proceeded with by a diligent partner.

Harry sat in his parlor and watched as his friends shared butterbeers and ate the cakes and biscuits that Blaise's mother had sent over with her house elf, Dillmort. He was restless, but happy, in his new life. After Hogwarts, he'd expected to go on into auror training and spend the rest of his life hunting dark wizards and bringing them to justice, or just stopping their evil tirades. He'd marry Ginny and have two or three children who would one day go on to the wizard's school.

Life had come into contrast with those plans, putting him in the position of a family man far sooner than he'd expected and now he knew that a dangerous job like that would never be an option, and he was surprisingly complacent about it.

He looked over to where Hermione sat, twitchy was the only word he could put on her attitude. Since she'd floo'ed in early that afternoon, she had kept up a bit of movement, even when sitting still. He'd promised to talk to her after the others left and she'd huffed out a sigh and nodded. Now, he wished he'd talked to her earlier, but didn't want to be rude to his other guests.

Slowly, the friends departed, concluding an extended monthly gathering that had been rained out, but not ruined. Only his mates, Hermione, Susan Bones and Luna remained, Terry and Marcus hadn't come this time, so he rose and touched his good friend's shoulder. "We could talk in the kitchen" he told her nodding to the others to inform them of their departure. "We'll be back in a bit. Please, stay."

He led Hermione down the stairs and watched her as she tried to look confident and comfortable in front of him. "Harry, I've decided to start a family." He was taken aback, so she stuttered out. "I want to have a child."

"That's lovely, Mione. Have you even had sex, yet?" he returned, shock for shock.

"Well, . . no. But, what I mean is . . I'm going to make that my priority. The wizarding world needs to have more children to continue on and rebuild after the tragedy of Voldemort. So many lives were lost and the future will depend on our generation to repopulate it."

"A noble cause, Mione. Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked.

"Well . . . I thought, I mean to say . . . I'm a pure human, Harry. I know that I am. I've never had sex. My family is muggle, so no creature blood. I'm healthy and have a good amount of natural talent. And I'd be a great mother, I know I would."

"Hermione, wait!" Harry reached out and took her by the arms, pushing her slightly against the wall. "Stop, for just one second."

"But, Harry . . ." she began.

"No, it's not that easy. Look, I haven't even decided who I want to have my first child among my own mates, don't make suggestions like this. I'm not my father, and I won't just breed indiscriminantly to bear children based on weird wizarding genetics. I'll . . ." As Harry watched, Hermione's eyes filled with moisture and he released her and took a step back. He looked around, avoiding her face until she sniffed and looked about to speak again. "I'll have to think about it, okay? I'm not sure how I feel about it, and I don't think I could be that way, with you."

"Oh, I had a solution to the sex part. I mean, a spell that could get me pregnant, without it. Only, you'd need to be with another woman, at the time. I know you don't have any female mates, so that could be a problem. Are you gay, Harry?"

"What?" Harry glared at her. "No! In fact, I was just about to . . . Oh, just go home, Mione. We'll talk again in a couple of days."

Hermione smiled knowingly and kissed his cheek. "I'll owl you and we can meet for lunch. I have an appointment for an interview with the owner of Nimbus brooms. They need someone to aid their research department in handling safety with their new line. I'll see myself out." and she scampered up the stairs to say goodbye to the rest of her friends. Harry followed in her wake arriving as she disappeared in the green flames.

Fred and George had to get back to the shop, Blaise was going back to work at Gringotts and Oliver was due for training, so Harry, Seamus, Susan and Luna sat down to play exploding snaps. Seamus won three games out of five and Harry jokingly sent him to his room for cheating. He laughed until he yawned and decided to go anyway. "A nap sounds good bout now, eh Harry?" he said as he rose. "See ya gills later, kay?"

"Good-night, Shea." Luna said as she smiled lightly.

When he had gone, Harry put the cards away and offered them some tea. While they drank, Susan watched him and Luna looked at the others. "Okay, so why are we here and what is with you, Harry?" Susan asked.

Harry was in the middle of a sip and nearly spit it out. He looked a bit sheepish and smirked to hide it. "I wanted to talk to you both, and I don't know how to begin. I should speak to you separately, but I never seem to get one of you alone. So, in keeping with my heritage, I thought I'd do it this way, and it's turning out to be a rubbish idea."

Luna shook her head, "No, I think it's a great idea. This way the words come out, and the reactions will be less overwhelming."

Susan smiled at her, then turned back to Harry. "We know what you want, Harry. We've been around a bit, though not as much as you." she pointedly looked toward the upstairs where the bedrooms were. "But, why us?" she added.

"Do you not know?" he asked.

"Is it our heritage, our creature blood?" Susan asked.

"Now, Susie, that's not fair. We are talking about Harry, you know." Luna scolded her so lightly it sounded like a breeze blowing across the room.

"Luna just showed you why her, Susie. She's calming, relaxing and beautiful. She's strong and brave when she needs to be, and smart in a special, mystical way. She's been there for me so many times, and faced terrible things just to be of help. I can't help feeling this way. Maybe it's the creature, because I quite obviously don't need more mates, but I just think I need her." He smiled at the pretty blonde before turning to the darker witch. "You have surprised me in so many ways, from your skill at magic to your ability to be so many different persons. You're like a crowd of people in one tiny body and I just want to get to know each part of you, so much closer. If you don't, if either of you don't return my feelings, I'll accept that, but please don't discount my love for each of you, based on your family bloodlines. I'd be terribly hurt."

"Oh, that's pretty." Luna said but Susan eyed him smartly.

"You want us, but you couldn't already love us. Not after so little." Susan said with a catch in her throat.

"We've shared enough time, at school, on adventures, after these months of meeting, and talking, sharing, joking around, eating so many meals, that I know enough to say what I feel. Please don't say that, Susie." Harry begged.

"Susan Bones! Don't you play that way." Luna said. "I know you, and what you've said before. You tell Harry the truth."

Susan looked down at her hands, slightly stained already from working in the back room of the apothecary shop in Knockturn Alley. She hated the work, hated being forced to take a menial job when her talent was enough to have her owning her own place, running it and ordering around lesser wizards who were more inclined for the job. She wanted to tell him that, but her heart drove her on, and she wouldn't use this as an excuse to get out of her life. "I have to stay where I am, so that I'm safe. I'll have to marry another of my race and produce children that will always be afraid to strive for their potential. With you, I'd just be that much closer to that ends. I told myself I couldn't fall in love with you, Harry. I tried to force myself. I could feel you coming closer, but no matter what I did, I couldn't drive you away. I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry for failing, and falling so hard it hurts to try to tell you that I didn't."

"Susie?" Harry began but Luna touched him with her hand on his arm, an arm that was only just reaching out to the Selkie.

"Harry, I want to say yes, but I won't until this year is over. I need to finish school. I'll be your mate, then." Luna told him and he smiled and nodded. He let her lean closer and kissed her, not with passion, but with longing.

"Luna, stay here. I'll get a connection to Hogwarts, or at least Hogsmeade. We can wait, but I need you to be here, in the house. Will you?" he asked.

She nodded and rose. "I'll pack some things for here, and when you have arrangements made, I'll come back and settle in. Next weekend, maybe?" he nodded and she went to the floo. "Oh, did you read that book I lent you, Paradise Lost? I wanted to take it back to my father."

"Sorry, Luna. I left it at the Malfoy's, I think. I'll owl him to send it to you. It was very interesting. Thank you, again." He watched her, but kept an eye on Susan while he did. She hadn't moved even when Luna had kissed her cheek in parting. When they were alone, he reached out and took her hand.

"I'm frightened." she said.

"Of me?"

"Of what will happen to my children." she told him.

"We'll take it slowly. Just us, for now, okay?" he asked and she finally looked up. "Smile for me, Susie."

Instead of smiling, Susan leaped toward him and landed in his lap. Their lips connected and it felt so right that he never wanted to let her go. Magic swirled around them, not like apparition or a portkey, but soft like floating on clouds, and they drifted down onto Harry's bed. Susan smiled then, and Harry was forced to pull away and look at her, a guilty look filling her features. "Sorry, but I didn't want anything to interrupt."

"Not so frightened anymore, eh?" he said but didn't let her respond. He pulled out his wand and waved it gently, pulling back the covers on the bed and kissing her deeply. He tossed the wand aside, so that his hands could be free to explore her small feminine curves, her clothing being discarded as he went, looking for the skin that could so entice him or flow out into her selkie self and protect her from the chill of the ocean or sea. He had a thought, but it didn't take hold until Susan pulled away and stared at him.

"Do you have a bath?" she asked and he laughed out loud.

"Don't tell me we have to consummate this in water." he said. "I was just wondering about that?"

"No, but I'd love to swim with you, after. It will be so wonderful to see you in Selkie skin." she said and her hands found the bit of hair that was filling in on his chest. He looked down to see that she had surpassed him in her attempts to get him naked. He was bare from the waist up, and his trousers were open and pulled down to expose his boxers. He rose and shimmied out of them, as she tossed the remains of her clothing, barring her bra and panties, to the floor. "Take those off, too." she said as he shucked his shoes and socks. He only wore his pants, so he smiled and dropped them to the floor.

"And what about you." he said of her under things.

"I thought you'd like to do mine." she suggested sidling closer. "Men like undressing girls, don't they? But, you should get some experience with bra hooks and such."

Harry recognized a challenge, or a test, perhaps. He reached out and placed a hand over her right breast, smoothing the lace and enjoying the softness of the curves. He didn't have a preference when it came to girl's breasts, but hers seemed about right for her. She shivered under his caress and took a step forward. His other arm went around her and his hand found the hardware, snapped it open and spread across her back, sliding up and down from her shoulders to just above her panties.

Susan's hands were just as busy, and when he had finally decided to slide his fingers into her underwear, letting his middle finger part her cheeks, she had pulled them forward, pressing his hardened cock into her belly and squeezing his arse firmly. He gasped and she quivered, but they didn't separate.

He grabbed the lace of her bra and pulled it away, exposing her completely and letting the air touch and harden her nipples. He tossed the bra off, forcing her arms to retreat and allow the straps to be removed. His hand, now free, joined the other and they pushed her panties down, sliding them just enough for her to shimmy loose and step out of them. He lifted her up, high enough for their lips to meet and carried her back to the bed, laying her down and climbing over her. He kissed her again, moving down her cheek to her jaw, her chin, her neck and chest. He laved attention on her breasts, fondling them as he kissed and licked at their hardening peaks.

Susan moaned at his touch, her hands kneading his shoulders and back, while her legs rose and wrapped around him. He shifted lower, licking a path of kisses down her tummy and dipping his tongue into her navel. He worked on as she squirmed, making delicious cooing sounds as he found the places that dragged them out of her. He tasted her, dipping his lips into her folds and drawing out a shuddered growl from his new mate. She lurched up and he got more than a dipper of ambrosia.

He couldn't last, so with one last swipe of his tongue, he retreated, silently casting his spells, and crawled up to face her again. She smiled languidly at him, and nodded for him to proceed. He pulled her legs higher and directed his rod into her passage. It seemed ethereal to enter into paradise this way, enveloped in the soft warmth of her body, so different from his other mates, and be caressed by it as he moved. She didn't cry out, though he sensed there was a moment of pain, and her hands clutched at him, but it lasted only briefly and was followed by exuberance and passion that was his, as well as hers. They rose to the heights and crashed over the breakers, landing peacefully next to each other, entwined and exhausted. Harry felt her fingers touch his cheek just before sleep could take him, and heard her say, "I do love you, Harry Potter. I wish I'd told you sooner."

Terry Lupin was not just uncomfortable, he was stiff and sore and tired and irritable. He knew he would be, from the start, but that did little to ease him now. He had decided that the child he carried was trying to kill him, from the inside out, starting by keeping him from sleeping, eating or holding his pee. As he returned from another trip to the loo, Marcus looked up from his quidditch magazine and smiled in that happy way that irritated Terry regularly, now. "Shut up and get me some cushions. My back is killing me."

"Ah, Little Wolf. I didn't say anything."

Terry glared at his mate from the doorway until Marcus turned away, unable to maintain eye contact. "I need a potion." Terry insisted and Marcus leapt to his feet and came to his side.

"Are you in pain, Little wolf?" He asked leading Terry to the table and into a chair. "Is it the pup? Is the baby alright?"

"I can't sleep. I can't move around by myself. I can barely eat. I want a potion to make the baby come early, so I can get some rest."

"Oh, no Little Wolf. It will only be a bit longer. The pup needs to stay until it is ready." Marcus moved to the other chair and lifted Terry's feet into his lap. He rubbed them, one at a time, until Terry was reverberating with a deep chested growl of content and his eyes were heavy lidded with pleasure. "Just let me help you, now. I know some ways to make you comfortable, while the pup rests inside of you. First, we will get you fed with some highly nutritious food, then we will see about sleep. How does that sound my mate?"

Terry roused enough from the lethargy that was overwhelming him to ask, "Don't you have to go to work, today?"

Marcus smirked and Terry was drawn in by the sight of him. His face, now framed by much longer hair, had taken on a narrow, aristocratic look, and Terry thought he'd never looked more handsome than when he made that haughty, dangerous face. "I have requested some time off, for the impending arrival of my litter, and I was approved by my supervisors. No matter how the war went, a birth is something to be cherished, pure-blood or not. They were bending over backwards to arrange the schedule to cover my absence. It helps that You are a blood kin to the Savior of All Wizarding Kind."

"You banked on my brother's fame, and used it to your own advantage?" Terry asked and Marcus looked sheepish for a moment. "How Slytherin of you, my Wolf. I don't think that Harry would have minded, since you did it for me. You did do it for me, didn't you?"

"My full intention is to take care of you, and lavish you with the kind of luxury you deserve, as best our budget can maintain, until and after the birth of our pup. Now, about some breakfast." and Marcus put his feet back onto the chair, pulled out his wand as he stood and waved it at the cabinets. Their one house elf, an old doddering fool that Marcus' mother had sent over, was inept at cooking and they had banished him from the kitchens. Marcus was amazingly proficient and soon had a full fare of breakfast foods for his mate and himself. They tucked in in earnest and Terry didn't stop until he felt near to bursting.

That was the beginning of a great week, and it could only improve with his mate's attention directed at his happiness and comfort.

Harry rose as Isabel entered the cafe and looked around. She spotted him through the crowd and waved. After weaving through the tables, she sat opposite him and smiled brightly. "You look good, Harry. I'm guessing that you and your harem have settled in fine. I heard about Susan." she said.

"How?" he asked with a half-hearted glare.

"From Luna, of course." she smiled. "We keep in touch, you know."

"It's a bit embarrassing," he admitted.

"Why?"

"Because, I have six mates." he whispered to her. "I must seem like a sex fiend."

"Harry, it's your heritage. You can't fight against it. The book that I read told of a . . another like you, that had nine. Your own father had seven."

"When you put it that way, it looks like I'm not really trying." he joked and she laughed in response. "Seriously, Isabel. I'm still feeling restless. I should be happier. I've taken a job with Ollivander, apprenticing at the wand shop and learning how to make them. My days and nights are full and satisfying, so why do I feel incomplete?"

"Incomplete? I guess you just need that seventh mate. Or maybe, you want to one up your dad. Don't fight it, Harry. Go with it and when your creature is satisfied, you'll be able to relax. Now, tell me about your new job. Making wands you say?" Isabel nodded as the girl poured her a cup of tea and Harry passed her the tray of cakes. She selected a small petite-for and waved at him, coaxing him to begin.

"Well, right now,all I'm doing is learning to recognize the cores. I'm okay with the wands, after all, I've got dryad inheritance, now. But, the cores are harder. I can't feel the difference between ogre's arm hair and goblin's chest hair. A unicorn's tail hair has a different resonance from everything else I've felt."

"Wow, that's more exciting than I thought. All I'm doing right now is sorting out the older rare books and determining which should be put into storage, which sold at auction, and which can go on the rare book shelves. Boring, right?" Isabel asked him.

"Depends if you've found any real cool books. Anything you'd like to put into the 'Isabel really wants these' pile?" Harry teased.

Isabel looked around and leaned forward, "Actually, yes. There are three that I'd give anything for. They go up for auction next month, but I'll never be able to afford them."

"What are they?" Harry asked leaning closer to share the feeling of espionage.

"Two are potions journals..by wizards from the eighteenth century. They were considered dark, when they lived, but really they were just ahead of their time in their research and ideas. The other is a book about pure-blood lines that have nearly died out in our time. It would be the most expensive and sought after of the whole sale." Isabel sighed and leaned back. "I expect that Burke will get them and they'll fly off to Knockturn Alley and that awful shop of his."

"Why would Burke want books? I've seen his shop and there were no books there, not one." Harry scrubbed his chin as he wracked his brain.

Isabel stared for a second, then shook her head. "You have no business in a shop like that, Harry Potter. Don't ever go there again. Imagine what the Prophet would have to say about you going to any place in that whole district." She scolded.

"I was twelve, Isabel. It was my first time using a floo and I missed my stop. Merlin's beard!" Harry looked around at the other customers while the girl appraised him. He finally looked back, catching her eyes and feeling amusement in them, "What?"

"You got lost and ended up in Knockturn Alley? Where were you going and who was instructing you on the use of a floo?" she asked with barely concealed mirth.

"We were going to Diagon Alley for books and I was with the Weasleys." he explained.

"Well, I know you're partial to the family, but didn't they have you practice saying your destination a few times? It's the epitome of irresponsibility to send a twelve-year-old alone through the floo their first time."

As the girl was starting to sound like Hermione, Harry went into a defensive mode. "I was a very independent child, Isabel. I had done most everything for myself, since I was taking care of myself by the time I was nine."

"Oh, Harry." Isabel gushed, suddenly taking his hand as tears filled her eyes. "You poor darling."

"Isabel? Are you alright?" He asked, patting her hand with his free one. "I'm not damaged by it, just a bit more self-sufficient."

"Ooh, your relatives should be hexed to within an inch of their miserable lives. Dumbledore, too! Placing a wizarding child into an unfit home for ten years of unsupervised care. That man is a menace."

"Isabel, I don't think Dumbledore knew what was happening . . . " Harry tried.

"Even worse! If he was your guardian, he should have kept an eye on things. By the time you got your letter, there would have been no way that you'd have been trapped in that kind of life."

Her words sparked a humorous thought and he chuckled. Isabel glared at him until he regained a more solemn expressions. "I was just remembering how my letter came addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. That was my room for years, until the letter came."

"A cupboard? Under the stairs?" Isabel stuttered out. "And he sent you back? Appalling!"

"They didn't beat me. Or starve me. I admit that there were days when I would have liked to have the kind of food they ate, but I didn't need it."

"That's beside the point."

"No, Isabel. It's the whole point. I know how it feels. I lost my parents. I was neglected. I've lived through unfair treatment. None of my children will ever know those feelings. I'm going to make sure of it. Now, tell me what's got you so emotional. You're concerning me."

Isabel sighed and put her head on her arms. Between the posture and the groan that escaped her, she was the picture of dejection and misery. Harry wanted to reach out and hold her, but he wasn't if it would be appropriate, given their location. Finally, Isabel sat up straight and gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to take it out on you. My parents have been pressuring me about marriage plans. They've arranged seven interviews with potential husbands, that I despise, and two dinner dates. I'm exhausted from smiling at hopeful future in-laws and their leering, pure-blood stooges who are busy undressing me mentally, like the contracts are all signed and I'm a paid for whore.! Oh, I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry had been shocked silent, but her last words made him blink back into focus. His glare was not what had caused her to apologize, but her realization that she was burdening him with this, when he had enough concerns on his own plate. "You're getting . . . married?" he managed. "When?"

"Nothing is settled, yet. I mean, of course, I'll be getting married. What did you think? I can't just catalog books and dust old trinkets at Catameer's Artifacts for the rest of my life. I'll have a family and someday our kids will go to Hogwarts together." Isabel go t a dreamy look and Harry scowled silently. "I'll bet they'll be good friends, too. I'm hoping for a boy, a handsome little brown haired boy who will play quidditch and get Ravenclaw the house cup, for a change."

"A boy with your eyes?" Harry asked noting their brown depths turning his way. "That'd by nice for you. If you have a girl, she'll have to avoid being friends with my sons, right?"

"Oh, Harry, no." Isabel said.

"Did I tell you that Hermione want to be my . . . pure human?" He finished this with a whisper. "She wants to try to have my son . . to carry on for my line."

"She what?" Isabel shouted, then looked around at those who's attention she'd gotten. "I thought she was like a sister?"

"She is. She said there was a spell that could be used, if I had a female mate. She didn't tell me the details, and I haven't accepted her offer." Harry shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not sure how I feel. I'm not ready for this part. . . fatherhood. I don't know how to be one, you know?"

"There are books that you could read, but most people believe that parents learn by doing." Isabel suggested.

"I figured they learned by example, and I have n one. Unless you count my aunt and uncle, and please don't." Harry winced at the thought.

"No, never. Maybe people do that, but if you don't want to make those mistakes, you won't. And you do want children, right?"

Harry looked around, not focusing on any one or anything in particular. He looked back at his companion and smiled. "Yeah, I do, but so far it hasn't felt right. I think I'm not comfortable about raising kids with one of my mates,not yet. I want to get to know them better, first. I think I want to make sure that we agree on how to go about things. I'm not really sure, though."

"Well, there's no hurry, for either of us. I'm planning on a long engagement and then waiting a few years before starting a family. You just take your time, too." Isabel said with a smile,placing her hand on top of Harry's again.

The atmosphere at Grimmauld place was tense. Harry was gone for his weekend at the Malfoys' house and Seamus was locked in his room, pouting. Oliver had taken over a position of leader, when Blaise became ill and took to his bed for the day. Harry spoke with him through the floo on Saturday morning and Oliver assured him that Blaise would be find, a healer had been called and he was sleeping peacefully, and Seamus would snap out of it when Harry came home on Sunday.

In contrast, the air of the manor was calm and relaxed, and Harry had trouble worrying about his harem while he was pampered and catered to by the house elves and lobbied and fawned over by Narcissa and Lucius. And there was the effects that spending time with Draco brought about.

"So, did you kiss them all good night, and now they can sleep?" Draco sneered with little bite.

"Blaise is sick." Harry mulled. "Maybe I should go home early."

Draco suddenly looked vexed."Of course, they can't survive without your presence. You'll do anything to escape this. I knew you couldn't have intended to actually try for anything close to a relationship, friendly or otherwise."

The words that the blond threw at him were so steeped in bitterness that Harry couldn't keep his temper in check. "At least I have tried!"

"Have you then? By kowtowing to my father and bestowing gifts upon my mother? And how does that change anything between us, Potter?" Draco slammed a book onto the desk and crossed his arms. Harry caught sight of the title to the book and his eyes snapped up to the blond's face. Draco looked less angry in light of this and more . . .hurt.

The Gryffindor moved with the speed of a seeker, pinning Malfoy to the wall and locking his hands to it with his own, bodies pressed together and their eyes locked. "Get off!" Draco hissed.

"You read it?" Harry asked looking again at the book, a page bookmarked, that was now more clearly visible, "Paradise Lost?"and the blond nodded. "For me? So we could have something to talk about?" he added and Draco's eyes dropped.

This would not do and Harry went into action again, pressing their mouths together in a heated kiss that proclaimed his intentions without an uttered word and Draco melted into it, their mouths sliding together and stringing many kisses into one and making thoughts too hazy to become coherent.

Draco felt it first and pulled his lips away. Harry had managed to strip them both of everything from the waist up and his hands were actively working at Draco's belt. "Outside. We should go outside." the blond said.

Harry looked up from where he'd begun to worship the long column of pale flesh that was Draco's throat. He nodded and the the Slytherin snapped his fingers, sharply. Lollie popped in and gasped. "The rose garden, Now!" Draco commanded not releasing his hold on Harry's shoulders.

"Yes, Master Draco." Lollie said grasping onto the available places on the two young men's bodies, Harry's arm and Draco's elbow. Seconds later, they were standing in the middle of the gardens, near a statue of Athena. Harry had again found Draco's lips and that was how he missed seeing the emergence of a pair of gossamer white wings, fully extended and twitching.

The breeze they caused got his attention, "Wow, Draco. They're magnificent." He gasped, touching one feather reverently.

"They're nothing if you cannot display the same." Draco responded causing Harry's eyebrows to dip. "Veela first matings are always done in flight."

Harry understood now and his smile became a smirk. He kissed his soon-to-be mate once more and by the time Draco was breathless, Harry's spine had shifted and reformed, supporting a pair of jet black wings that spanned from one edge of the roses to the other. The Slytherin gasped, then leapt into the sky, shooting high above before Harry could give chase.

Their many shared experiences, from quidditch games, made them near experts in flight and this closely resembled those days. Draco lead a merry chase, darting from the rose gardens through the family's hedge maze, up to the roof of the manor and down the drive. Harry nearly caught him twice but until they had circumvented the grounds thrice he stayed behind his mate.

Draco made the mistake of taking the same route a fourth time and Harry headed him off at the maze, grabbing him and soaring high. They had lost the last of their clothing at some point and when Harry caught him Draco wrapped his arms and legs around his dominant, drawing in his wings reflexively, pressing their bodies together and rubbing their erections against each other. Harry could only concentrate on flying until he felt Draco's body draw him in and heard the blond cry out as he forced himself onto Harry's cock by tightening his legs around Harry's hips.

The Gryffindor's claws scraped the flesh of the pale creature in their grasp, leaving bloody welts on Draco's thighs and ribcage. He wasn't aware of this and when his mate screamed it startled him and they cut deeper. Draco thrashed in his arms, bucking against him and clawing at him in return. The pain of his own wounds, a line torn down his chest and five matching stripes across his shoulder, distracted him enough that he let go to grasp the blond's flailing arms. Draco screamed in defiance, flexing his thighs around the dominant's so that Harry's penis buried itself deeper, then was drawn out again.

The waves of pleasure, from the tightness surrounding his organ, the sounds of arousal in the calls of his mate and the sheer joy of flight, drove Harry on and he swooped down to coast, less than twenty feet above the grounds, around the grove of fruit trees and between the topiaries. His attempt to speak morphed into deep caws and high pitched cries.

Their voices joined and Harry noted that they melded harmoniously to produce a melodic song that spoke of intense emotions and pure, raw lust. It was enough to send him over, driving him to climax and fill his mate with the fluids of his love and intentions.

Draco's response pulsed out at the same time, cooling immediately on his belly as they traveled toward the manor and the air whipped passed. Harry felt him go lax against his chest and instinctively grabbed hold before the other's legs slid from their stranglehold. Draco was muttering something into Harry's chest that was taken away by the wind and his body was limp in Harry's arms. They had now separated elsewhere and Harry felt the cool air on his deflated sex. It brought him to awareness and he angled up and aimed for the window to the room he'd been assigned during his stays.

Lucius sat at his desk, surveying the documents that had long awaited his perusal. A flash of white and black passed his window just as his wife entered through the large oak paneled doors. "Lucius, Look. You son!" she cried as she rushed to the wide panes. The blond man followed, realizing that what he'd seen was Draco's wings, loose and lax, encompassed by the jet black spread of those sported by Harry Potter.

"Finally!" he sighed, but his tone conveyed the remnants of his pain. Narcissa took him in her arms and held him as he sobbed.

AN: were you ready for it?
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