Hybrid Destiny

Chapter 30

Harry looked up when he saw Draco walk in the room. He was sitting on the couch reading the book on snake breeding that Hermione had given him for Christmas, but he readily put it aside in favour of greeting his mate. He started to say hello but stopped short at the scowling visage before him.

\"Draco, what’s wrong?\" he asked worriedly.

\"St. Mungo’s is talking about releasing Ginny into her parent’s custody as long as she remains under house arrest and has counseling twice a week. I don’t want that bitch to go anywhere. She deserves to stay in her padded cell where she can’t ever hurt anyone again, especially you,\" said Draco angrily, pacing the floor.

\"When did you hear this? She was only taken there on Christmas. There is no way they can actually believe she is ready to come home and not cause problems of some sort,\" said Harry incredulously, shuddering at the thought of Ginny being near.

\"Father checks her results daily. He didn’t want to be surprised if she showed up out of the blue,\" said Draco wearily. \"I want you safe and this news threatens that safety.\"

\"Dray, I’ll be fine. You know very well that Dumbledore won’t allow her on school grounds. Besides, Dumbledore, Lucius, Severus, Remus, and you all check my mail for anything dangerous before I even get to it. Besides, after our last talk, I really don’t think she’ll try anything.\" he said soothingly.

\"What exactly did you say to the girl. Father said although she still insisted that you were her true mate, she flinched every time your name was mentioned. It had to have been harsh,” said Draco, sitting down on the couch with Harry.

“Well, after Ryoku had bitten her, I made her tell me what potion she had tried to give before I would get the anti venom. She said ‘can we leave now or are you trying to kill me,’” said Harry, mimicking the arrogance the redhead had displayed, “and I grabbed her by the throat, lifted her several inches off the ground, and told her if she tried anything like this again, I would let her die writhing in agony and not lift a finger to help. She got the point.”

“Well that explains the bruises,” said Draco, nodding understandingly.

“Well, on a lighter note, today is the start of the new year. Let’s enjoy it, hmmm?” said Harry.

“What are you proposing we do?” asked Draco.

\"Well, school starts back in two weeks and we won’t have nearly as much time alone then. I propose we spend the day here enjoying each other,\" said Harry teasingly, crawling into Draco’s lap.

\"Now that sounds like a plan,\" said Draco, picking up Harry and carrying him to the bedroom.

Harry awoke to someone knocking on the door. Draco had already climbed out of bed to answer the door before Harry got his eyes completely open. Pulling on pajama bottoms, Harry walked into the common room. He saw Hermione and Blaise sitting on the couch, and Draco scowling irritably in front of the fireplace.

\"Now what?\" asked Harry, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

\"We were just visiting, Harry. You do realize we haven’t seen the two of you for two days,\" said Hermione.

\"Two days? Really? I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun,\" said Harry, covering his mouth and blushing with that last statement.

\"You’re not supposed to be in heat yet; that’s not until the end of the month,\" said Hermione, looking slightly scandalized.

\"I wasn’t in heat, Hermione,\" said Harry, talking through the hands now covering his face.

\"For two days and no heat,\" said Hermione, imitating a fish out of water. \"Wow.\"

\"Can we please talk about something else?\" asked Harry, still mumbling through his hands. \"Why else did you come up here?\"

\"That was the only reason,\" said Hermione, giggling at her friend’s embarrassment.

Blaise had moved over to Draco’s side during this conversation and asked, \"When are you going to ask him to formally bond with you?\"

\"I was going to wait until graduation, but after Christmas day, I decided to ask on Valentine’s Day,\" said Draco quietly.

\"Why were you going to wait so long?\" asked Blaise.

\"I didn’t want him to feel pressured into staying with me,\" said Draco seriously.

\"Draco, there is no way Harry feels like he has to stay with you. That boy loves you and you know it,\" said Blaise reasonably. \"You do realize why he hasn’t asked don’t you?\"

\"What do you mean?\" asked Draco. \"I thought maybe he was content with the way things were.\"

\"Draco, the boy was raised by muggles. He doesn’t know the first thing about wizarding marriage laws. He probably doesn’t even know that same sex marriages are even legal,\" said Blaise. \"I asked Hermione why Harry didn’t seem to be planning on marriage, and that was her explanation.\"

\"I didn’t even think about that. I’ll still ask on Valentine’s day because I want to wait until after his next breeding cycle,\" said Draco.

\"Why after the cycle,\" said Blaise. \"Are you going to use another contraceptive potion?\"

\"Of course, Blaise. We’re only seventeen. I don’t think we’re quite ready to have children yet. I want to ask on Valentine’s because its romantic, I can’t believe I actually said that by the way, and Harry will love it,\" said Draco, smiling at Blaise’s slight sneer.

\"Well, I wish you luck,\" said Blaise, patting Draco’s shoulder briefly before collecting Hermione and leaving.

\"What were you and Blaise talking about? It looked serious,\" said Harry, patting the seat beside him.

\"Just Slytherin stuff. Nothing important,\" said Draco, sitting beside Harry and pulling him close.

*****

The first day of school after the holidays was a rushed affair for Harry. He had slept late and was now rushing through his shower. Rinsing quickly, he threw on his clothes, put his books in his back, and rushed into the common room where Draco was waiting impatiently.

They barely had time to finish breakfast before they were rushing down to the dungeons for Potion’s class. Harry actually had all of his homework done and had read over the potions Severus had hinted they would cover. All in all, he was ready to start.

Professor Snape walked in the room, spelled the instructions onto the board, and barked at them to get started. Everyone was working alone today, so Harry ignored everything around him and concentrated solely on his potion. By the end of the class, his concentration had paid off because he was one of only four to get the potion correct.

Harry practically floated to Transfiguration class he was so happy. Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but smile at the elf’s happy visage. She started class once everyone had been seated. The students who had animal forms were working on learning to transform. Everyone else was learning to turn paper into pillows.

Harry easily mastered the transfiguration and turned to watch the animagi-in-training attempt their transformation. He was eager to see Draco accomplish his transformation, but he was a little saddened that he wouldn’t be able to join him in the experience. He snickered when Draco managed to transform enough to have fur all over, cat ears and a tail, and claws but remained in human form.

****

The next two and half weeks passed quickly and uneventfully. It seemed like all the teachers had conspired to give them as much homework as humanly possible and expected it to be done in the barest amounts of time. Harry was struggling to get all of his work done each night and still find time to spend with Hermione, Blaise, and most especially Draco.

Harry and Draco had pretty much fallen into a routine of getting up in the morning, attending classes, eating their meals, going to the library for research and seeing their friends, and going to bed. Now it was almost the end of January and Harry was exhausted. Thank goodness tomorrow was Saturday. He planned to stay up as late as possible Friday to finish his essays, and then sleep all day Saturday.

Sunday found Harry sitting in the Great Hall eating lunch with Draco, Hermione, and Blaise. A lone barn owl flew into the hall and dropped a letter in front of Harry. Harry knew Dumbledore was still scanning his mail, so reached for the letter automatically. Draco, on the other hand, had seen the flash of alarm in Dumbledore’s eyes and reached for the letter as well. Their hands touched the letter at the same time and they disappeared with a pop.

They landed in a cell. Harry looked around, thinking ‘why does this keep happening to me?’ Draco just drew Harry close because he knew where they were. His father had brought him here once when he was still a loyal Death Eater. They stayed there for several hours completely alone.

Suddenly a masked figure came into the cell, grabbed Harry, and forced a potion down his throat. Harry coughed and spluttered trying to get away, and Draco struggled against the other masked figure that had followed the first. The two people dragged Harry and Draco out of the cells and into a drawing room.

“Well, hello Harry,” hissed a figure in the shadows.

“Hello, Tom,” replied Harry, gagging slightly with the aftertaste of that disgusting potion. “I can’t say that I’m happy to see you.”

“Would you like to know what that potion wass?” asked Voldemort smugly.

“Do I really want to know?” he asked, sneering at the snake-faced bastard.

“Why it was a potion specifically designed to damped a fae’s power. Yess I know you are fae. My loyal Death Eaters told me all about that neat little trick with the portals,” hissed Voldemort, smiling contemptuously at Harry. “And you, my dear little Malfoy, I have a better use for you.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” said Draco. “The only thing you’ll get from me is pain or death. Preferably death.”

Harry was trying to desperately to devise a way to get them out of there. He finally thought of something. ‘He may have dampened my fae powers, but I wonder if my elfin powers are still unencumbered. I can control the Death Eaters because they definitely qualify as predatory beasts,’ he thought frantically.

Harry concentrated his elfin magic and sent tendrils of power to the Death Eaters surrounding Voldemort and magically ordered them to attack the Dark Lord. The tendrils of magic turned a fierce red and the Death Eaters started throwing curses one after another towards the Dark Lord. The unaffected Death Eaters immediately moved to protect the Dark Lord, killing and stunning the attackers. Harry immediately sent those controlling tendrils to the remaining Death Eaters and ordered them to attack.

During the confusion, Harry managed to grab his and Draco’s wands from the two who had been restraining them. Harry shot off an Avada Kedavra that hit Voldemort, and had to duck behind a Death Eater when it rebounded. Seeing no other recourse, Harry hurriedly handed Draco his wand, grabbed his hand, and apparated them to Hogsmeade.

Seeing that the Death Eaters were no longer being controlled, a hex infested Voldemort sent them to Hogsmeade to apprehend them. Fortunately, Harry and Draco had managed to make it safely to the shrieking shack, and Harry quickly set some unbreakable wards that Dumbledore had taught them. The Death Eaters had to go back to their lord in shame.

Harry and Draco collapsed in exhaustion, falling asleep quickly. The drain to his magic caused Harry to sleep for about thirty-six hours. He had never controlled that many ‘beasts’ at one time for so long. Putting up such strong wards had drained him even more.

Draco had awakened after twelve hours, and ventured cautiously into Hogsmeade to get some food, bringing enough for Harry in case he awakened. Draco made two more trips to get food, wondering all the while how to notify his father of his whereabouts. He got back with the food just as Harry started to stir.

“I thought you would never wake up,” said Draco, pushing some food over to Harry.

“How long have I been asleep?” asked Harry between bites.

“Over thirty-six hours,” said Draco.

“What?! I must have been almost completely drained to have slept that long,” said Harry, looking at Draco in disbelief. Harry started feeling a bit warm, so he quickly took off his robes and finished eating. By the time he was full, he was burning up and took his shirt off as well. Finally realizing what day it was, he turned to Draco and said, “Oh no, Draco. I’ve started my heat cycle. We have to get to the castle now.”

Unfortunately just at that moment, various spells started to hit the outside of the shack trying to break through the wards. Knowing that the wards wouldn’t last much longer, Harry took Draco’s hand and started towards the tunnel but found the way blocked. Apparently some of the spells had caused the tunnel to collapse and they were trapped. Harry did the only thing he could do; he apparated them into the alley near 12 Grimmauld Place, praying desperately that someone would actually be there.

Harry dragged Draco up the steps and pressed the doorbell. Fortune was with them and Mad-Eye Moody opened the door. Harry pushed his way in, dragging Draco the whole while, and slammed the door shut. Moody just stared in astonishment the whole while because, it was Harry Potter for one and he was supposed to be at school, and Draco Malfoy was with him.

“I’m so glad you’re here. Is the floo still connected to Hogwarts?” asked Harry frantically.

“Not at the moment. It’s been disabled momentarily because we’re trying to root out spies in the Ministry. Why aren’t you at school and why is Draco Malfoy with you?” asked Moody suspiciously.

“We were kidnapped by Voldemort. We got away and hid in the shrieking shack but they found us again, so we came here. I really need to get to Hogwarts. We’ve been gone since lunchtime on Sunday,” said Harry worriedly.

“All I can do is send an owl to Dumbledore and have him send a portkey,” said Moody.

“We don’t have time for that. If we don’t get to Hogwarts within the next hour, you may as well wait until Friday,” said Harry irritably, fanning his flushed face frantically.

“Why Friday?” asked Moody.

“You do realize that Harry is an elf. He has breeding cycles, going into heat. Guess what today is?” asked Draco with mild sarcasm.

“What about his mate? Shouldn’t we just find her?” asked Moody.

“You’re looking at him. Harry needs to get to Hogwarts for a contraceptive potion because elves are very fertile during the breeding cycle and simple charms will not work,” said Draco.

“Just lock him in room alone,” said Moody.

“Again, it’s not that simple. Harry could die from the heat-induced cycle. He can’t be locked in a room alone,” said Draco.

“Too late. Stay away from my room for the next three days. We’ll come down when we’re ready,” said Harry, grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him up the stairs.

As soon as the door was shut, Harry stripped Draco completely and devoured his lips. Draco wasn’t idle, though. He was stripping off as many clothes as he could reach while still attached to Harry at the lips. He finally pushed Harry away long enough to strip the rest of the clothes off and dived back in for another tongue-tangling kiss.

They walked to the bed, kissing and caressing the whole way. Draco pushed Harry onto the bed and immediately swallowed his cock to the root. Harry arched and cried out, already begging his mate to fuck him. Draco muttered a lubrication spell and thrust a finger in, hitting the elf’s prostate immediately. Quickly adding a second, then a third finger, Draco hurriedly stretched that lovely hole.

“Now, Dray,” said Harry huskily, pushing back on those devilish fingers.

Draco quickly positioned his cock at the well-prepared entrance and buried himself with one thrust. Hearing Harry’s ecstatic cry, Draco started a rapid pace of forceful thrusts making sure to hit Harry’s sweet spot every time. Harry begged continuously with pleas of ‘harder…faster…more…deeper’ and Draco eagerly complied. Draco reached around and grasped his elf’s weeping cock and stroked in time to his forceful thrusts. Within seconds Harry was screaming out his climax, shooting his seed all over Draco’s hand and the sheets.

Harry’s climax triggered his own, and Draco thrust twice more into the clenching channel before spilling his seed into the fertile passage with a loud cry. He collapsed on Harry’s back trying to catch his breath before rolling to the side and pulling Harry close. He knew without the contraceptive, the chances of pregnancy were very high indeed. When he really thought about it, though, the idea of a child with Harry actually filled him with a feeling of contentment. ‘We’ll find out once we get to Hogwarts,’ he thought to himself.