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Chapter List
- 1-Veela-Struck
- 2-Changed
- 3-Thought-Through
- 4-Met
- 5-Challenged
- 6-Snapped
- 7-Struggled
- 8-Lost
- 9-Dazed
- 10-Worried
- 11-Shamed
- 12-Hidden
- 13-Dazzled
- 14-Astounded
- 15-Marked
- 16-Damaged
- 17-Chosen
- 18-Shuddered
- 19-Broken
- 20-Spoken
- 21-Influenced
- 22-Gifted
- 23-Promised
- 24-Distressed
- 25-Held
- 26-Tempted
- 27-Warded
- 28-Rumored
- 29-Fought
- 30-Flayed
- 31-Identified
- 32-Practiced
- 33-Enchanted
- 34-Blazed
- 29
- 30
- 31
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Chapter Thirty�Flayed

�� Harry was
still cursing himself for having allowed Parkinson to creep up on him. It was
true, he hadn�t been looking for someone who was also under an Invisibility
Cloak, and he had been focused on Draco, wondering if he would have to
intervene and rescue Russell from himself.

�� And he had
been focused, too, on comparing Russell to Laurent in his head, finding the
similarities and the differences, and willing himself to stand there instead of
run away.

�� But now
Parkinson had her wand under the snake, and Harry was standing still because
that was what Auror training dictated in these situations: calmness to put your
captors off-guard, until you could understand what they wanted, their weaknesses,
and the best way to throw them.

�� When Draco
began to transform, though, Harry understood that he might not have much choice
about acting.

�� Draco
half-fell to the ground. Harry�s gaze immediately snapped to Russell, his first
thought that the bastard might have cast something at his Draco. But Russell�s
mouth was open, his eyes as protruding as Luna Lovegood�s, and one hand had
risen as though to hold away the impact of the change.

�� Harry
looked back in time to see the white blaze spared around Draco, riding the
edges of his spreading wings, ruffling the feathers into the sharp brilliance
of scales. At the same moment, his face rippled and erupted, growing a long
beak, and talons replaced his hands. Yes, the fingernails were claws, but hard
scales also raced up his arms, crooking his hands into weapons and guarding his
skin from danger. Close white flaps cloaked the rest of his body, shredding his
clothes aside; Harry wasn�t actually sure if they were feathers or scales.

�� The most
horrifying thing, perhaps, was that, even transformed like that, Draco was
stunningly beautiful. More beautiful than he had been when he looked human.
More beautiful than Laurent. More beautiful than the wizards and witches Harry
had seen trying to spare their lives with Enhanced Glamour Charms during his
years as an Auror, mostly by charming the ones hunting them.

�� The air
around Draco wavered as if it was made of heated glass. A continual low trill
accompanied him, rather like the white light. He stalked forwards,
half-standing and half-supporting himself with his slowly beating wings, and he
was more beautiful than death.

�� Parkinson
stood absolutely still. Harry whirled away from her without a problem and then
cast Incarcerous on her, so that she
fell over, bound. Not even that disrupted her trance or the way her gaze stayed
locked on Draco, Harry saw, with a mixture of disgust and fear.

�� He turned
in time to catch Russell�s Stunner on his Shield Charm. The Stunner ricocheted
off into the air, and Russell ran forwards to meet him, face pale. Maybe he was
more resistant to Draco�s charms than Parkinson was because of his Veela
heritage, Harry thought, whether or not he expressed it.

�� Stop!�
Harry shouted at him. �He�s going to kill Parkinson if we don�t stop him!�

�� Tell me
what you know about Laurent, and I�ll stop,� Russell retorted, hurling an
Earth-Popping Curse that tore open small explosions of dirt and grass at
Harry�s feet.

�� Harry swore
and sneaked one glance over his shoulder. Parkinson lay flat, staring dreamily
upwards, and Draco hunched over her, wings working open and then shut again.
The white glare and the music were both diminished. Harry didn�t have any hope
that that was because Draco had turned human again, though. It was because he
was focusing all his efforts on one particular victim.

�� If Draco
harmed her�

�� Harry knew
more now, after studying those books Draco had gifted him with, about what
Veela were capable of when pushed far enough to transform.

�� If he could
have, he would have broken away from the fight with Russell and gone to Draco.
His chosen�s presence would help calm and soothe him. It might spare
Parkinson�s life. But he was locked into this stupid fight instead.

�� Harry threw
a vicious Stunner, hoping that would hit Russell and end the conflict. But
Russell darted aside, with a smug grin, and then whirled Harry into the chaos
of a duel, using more and more spells that verged closer and closer to Dark
Arts.

�� Grimly,
Harry made his decision. Draco might kill
Parkinson, but Russell would almost certainly kill one of them, either Harry or
Draco, if Harry turned his back. He had to deal with Russell first, and hope
that Draco wanted to take his time and play with Parkinson, the way most books
about Veela said he would.

�� I hate this, knowing I might be the
instrument of someone�s death.

�� Harry
gritted his teeth, forced himself to remember that Parkinson and Russell had
been the ones who decided to push for information about Laurent instead of
leaving well enough alone�who had been stupid enough to assault a Veela�s
chosen near the Blazing Season�and went into battle.

*

�� She had
tried to hurt his chosen. Draco knew that, and it was the only thing he wanted
or needed to know. His chosen was away from her now, and safe. Draco would have
known in an instant if he was wounded or dying, so that had to mean he was
safe.

�� She lay on
the ground, staring up at him. Draco crouched over her and spread his wings, while
using his claws to cut the ropes that bound her arms. She shivered dreamily and
reached out as if she would stroke the edge of his left wing. Draco moved it
away, though he kept it near enough, tantalizingly so, that she continued to
reach. No one but his chosen was going to touch his wings, but almost letting
her do so put her arm in the perfect position.

�� I�ll teach
you a lesson,� he said. He didn�t recognize his own voice, wouldn�t have known
it for his own except that he felt the thrum of it in his mouth and chest. He
felt highly disconnected from his body, from everything except his intentions.
�You don�t threaten my chosen.�

�� Hmmm,� she
agreed mindlessly, still reaching. She felt what he wanted her to feel, and
right now that was incoherent desire.

�� That would
change soon.

�� Draco
lowered his claws delicately towards her arm, watching her face so that he
could judge the depth of her enchantment. She didn�t blink, and her gaze stayed
fixed on the white light Draco knew reflected from his wings. He clacked his
beak in satisfaction and drew his claws along her arm.

�� Her skin
slid off in neat layers, sifting down like plaster knocked from a wall. The
blood that followed was a smaller amount than a knife of the same size would
have caused. Draco cocked his head, admiring his own skill. He had never done
this before, but that didn�t matter.

�� A Veela�s
claws were made for caressing his chosen, for holding him close, for defending
him. And they were delicate tools that could flay an enemy.

�� She gave a
little gasp now and stared up at him with eyes welling with tears. Draco could
see the struggle in her face, as conscious thought tried to surface enough to
tell her what the cause of the pain was. He lifted the music that tingled
around him, and once again her face smoothed out, consciousness lapsing. She
reached for his wings again, only moaning like a child who had fallen and
skinned her knee.

�� Draco would
keep her like that all through the flaying, tilting back and forth between
realization of pain and enslavement in his thrall, only letting her come fully
back to herself when he had removed all the skin on both arms.

�� With
precision, with the desire to protect foremost in his mind, with delight in her
pain, Draco began to remove another layer of skin.

*

�� Russell had
trained as a formal duelist, that was certain. Harry had already rolled aside
from Transfiguration spells, dodged curses that would have ruptured his head
from the inside or deprived him of sight or hearing, and used his shields to
batter back the storms of knives and rocks and lightning that Russell tried to
release on him. He could never manage to take the offensive, because he was
worried about hurting Russell and he knew Russell wasn�t concerned at all about
hurting him.

�� And all the
while, Draco was torturing Parkinson behind him. Harry could make out muffled
sobs and cries of pain, all of which faded again, so he was probably keeping
her under with the thrall.

�� If this goes on much longer, then I�m going
to be responsible for any guilt that Draco might feel, and I�m going to be
responsible for someone else being hurt by a Veela.

�� That thought
delved into Harry�s head and finally made him frantic enough to use a Dark Arts
spell of his own. �Rapio!� he
bellowed, and jerked his wand in the expected direction, up and to the side, so
hard that he nearly lost his grip.

�� Russell
shrieked as his legs went out from under him and the spell rolled him neatly
into a ball, dropping him into an invisible box or cage that would prevent him
from unwinding at all from a highly uncomfortable position. Harry only waited
long enough to be sure that it had truly caught him before he had turned and
was running towards Draco and Parkinson.

�� Parkinson
offered up another little sob. Draco�s white light and music tilted�Harry wasn�t sure how else to
describe it�and Harry thought that meant he was pleased by the effect he was
having on her. Harry grimaced and flung himself the last small distance,
landing so that he knelt beside Parkinson, in the shadow of Draco�s wings.

�� Parkinson�s
right arm was a bloody mess. Harry could see the outlines of muscle, bone, and
tendon, and could also see the expression on her face, which was one of
drunken, dazed pleasure.

�� I can�t let him do this. Harry turned to
face Draco, moving so that Draco�s eyes�directed towards Parkinson�would have
no choice but to focus on him. If he sees
me, maybe he�ll care more about my presence than about hers.

*

�� Draco was
pleased with his progress. He had stripped all the skin from one of her arms,
and next he would begin on her shoulder. Then there would be the neck, the
breasts, and the other arm. He wasn�t entirely sure if he would proceed to her
face or her legs next. Probably the legs, since he wanted to leave her eyes
undamaged enough to see what he was doing to her when he chose to release her
from the thrall.

�� A movement
behind him startled him, but it wasn�t repeated. Draco started to return to his
work.

�� The next
moment, his chosen was kneeling beside him, reaching out one hand as though to
touch his wing. Draco tilted his head back, warbled in glad surprise, and held
out his bloody talons. They couldn�t harm Harry, of course, and he hoped Harry
would excuse their state at the moment and accept their touch.

�� Harry
flinched a little, but didn�t move away when the talons landed on his shoulder.
Draco didn�t like the flinch, though, and moved closer to him, releasing her without care. His thrall would keep
her in place more effectively than any chains while he tended to the needs of
his chosen.

�� Draco,�
Harry said, his voice richer to Draco than his own music. �Please don�t do this.�

�� Draco
blinked and tilted his head. The words were pleasant for him to hear, but they
made no sense. How could he not take
vengeance on someone who had hurt his chosen the way she had hurt Harry? Or
perhaps Harry was objecting to being greeted with blood. Draco quickly clenched
his talon and shook it so that the blood flew away, then offered it again.

�� You�re
going to wake up afterwards and feel sorry for torturing her,� Harry said
quietly, never moving. He didn�t look at Draco�s newly cleaned talon, either,
which Draco allowed himself to feel a shiver of indignation for. �Please
believe me. Torture doesn�t help anything. I thought about torturing Laurent,
too, but I was a better person for not doing it.�

�� Oh. That was his argument. Draco leaned
back on his heels and carefully rearranged his face so that he could talk. He
didn�t need his beak until the end, when he would pluck her eyes out with it.

�� I�m not
you,� he told Harry. �I�m not the same person, with the same instincts. The
only reason I would regret this after I �wake up� is because I haven�t hurt her
enough.�

�� Harry
shivered, and then shook his head. �This isn�t you, Draco,� he said, though his
tone of desperate reason had begun to falter a bit. �You don�t hurt people for
no reason.�

�� Draco
stretched his wings and moved forwards. Harry was on his back in moments, just
like her, with Draco hovering over him. Draco had no malicious intent this
time, but he wasn�t about to let even his chosen get away with a statement like
that.

�� It isn�t for
no reason,� he said. �She would have hurt you.� He took a moment to check that
the snake was still around Harry�s neck, but it did little good, when he could
imagine her wand stabbing Harry easily beneath it. He fought back the ringing
scream that wanted to rise up his throat. This close to Harry, all it would do
was deafen his chosen, not proclaim his ownership of Harry in the way he wanted
to do. �I can never hurt her enough for that, but when she dies with the skin
stripped off her body, then I will have come as close as I can.�

�� Harry
stared up at him with a look of horror. Draco crooned and fought to keep from
reaching out with his allure, which could soothe Harry and take that emotion
away that must be as uncomfortable for him to feel as it was for Draco to see
it.

�� You�re
mine,� Draco said, deciding that it would be best to explain it in simple words
and without reference to blood. �If someone hurts you, that person has to die.
That�s all.�

*

�� Harry came
as close as he ever would to kicking Draco away from him and running off. He
couldn�t, he couldn�t love someone
who would torture like this.

�� And then he
told himself not to be stupid. Draco was still Draco, and Harry had always
known that he had the Veela instincts and thus this potential for violence, and
he had accepted him anyway. Running away now was tantamount to declaring that
he had never loved Draco in the first place.

�� Besides,
how easily things could have gone the other way when he confronted Laurent.
Harry�s principles had barely won the struggle against his rage.

�� Would Draco
have been right to declare that he could never love Harry, that no one could
ever love him, if Harry had broken and killed or tortured Laurent?

�� His rage
was kindred to Draco�s rage. Harry sighed out and reached up to stroke Draco�s
cheek, concentrating hard on the strange feeling of sharp feathers and soft
skin under his fingers to keep from panicking. A Veela is looming over me.

�� But Laurent
had never transformed this far, and that helped. Harry�s voice was only a
little shaky when he said, �I understand. But I would prefer it if you didn�t hurt her anymore. Taking all the skin off
one arm is enough, isn�t it?�

�� Draco
lowered his head further and stared into Harry�s eyes from so close that panic
set Harry on fire. He never knew how he managed to ride through it and keep
lying still, to let Draco look at him. Maybe the same way that he ridden
through his desire to kill when he had first come out of Laurent�s thrall.

�� Everything seems determined to remind me of
those memories today, Harry thought, and felt his belly fluttering. He
really, really hoped that he wouldn�t vomit into Draco�s face.

�� You�re
asking me?� Draco whispered. �You�re asking me to make you this gift because
it�s near the Blazing Season and you�re my chosen?�

�� Yes,�
Harry said, and hoped that this would work out. He really had no idea what he
was doing. He wouldn�t have known what to do in a normal situation like this, with an infuriated lover protecting
him, and the Veela instincts made everything more complicated. �Yes, please.�

�� Then I can
do that,� Draco said, and gave him a smile that was truly disturbing in how
much it dazzled Harry. He shouldn�t be that beautiful, he really shouldn�t,
Harry thought, in his transformed state. At least he�d got rid of the beak. �I
can do that happily. Come here, Harry.�

�� He reared
back up, holding Harry in his arms, pulling him along. Harry gritted his teeth
and fought another battle, this time not to lash out and stand on his own.
Draco�s arms around his waist and shoulders were strong, sure. Harry knew Draco
wasn�t about to let him drop, but also not about to let him go, and fighting
would make it worse.

�� So Harry
relaxed by main force and leaned his head back against Draco�s shoulder as Draco
set him gently on his feet. He felt the rasp of feathers and scales against his
cheek as Draco dug his nose into the crook between Harry�s neck and shoulder
and sniffed.

�� You smell
so good,� Draco moaned, and the words, as much as anything else, set Harry�s
face on fire again. They were so�unabashed. Draco didn�t seem to care that they
were standing in the middle of a field with Parkinson there, even if she was
under thrall, and Russell possibly watching them, although the spell was
probably keeping him too compressed to pay much attention to anything but the
thunder of his heart. �Mine.�

�� I can endure this. Harry reached back
and smoothed his hand gently along Draco�s arm, reminding himself again that he
had known this could happen, and that it wouldn�t
have if he�d been more alert and considered for one minute that someone
else could have an Invisibility Cloak. I
really can. �Yours,� he responded, softly.

�� Draco
crooned again, and one of his hands brushed across Harry�s groin. Harry
groaned, and Draco responded with a croon that went deeper this time, rattling
his bones, rousing the dormant arousal that curled through his veins.

�� I want him.

�� Harry
wondered for a minute how much of this was real lust and how much was induced
by the Veela thrall, and then remembered that he had been as immune to Draco�s
light and song as Russell had seemed. He couldn�t completely let go and enjoy
it, because he was keeping their audience in mind�an audience they had
questions to ask�but he thought he could relax about being influenced in that
way, at least.

�� He opened
his eyes and studied Draco�s face bent over him, mostly human, but made pale
here and there by the touch of those feathers, gracefully backed by the sweep
of his great wings, and his eyes, silvery and dazzling. A realization hit Harry
so hard that it made him sway. Perhaps he would have fallen if Draco hadn�t
been there to hold him up.

�� I want him even like this, even knowing what
he just did, what he might do.

�� Draco bent
further over him, as if he could sense that, and moved his wings forwards,
enclosing Harry in a fluttering, feathery tent. Like being in a grove of
silvery leaves, Harry thought, and once again swallowed panic. He reached out,
without thinking about it, and trailed his finger down the edge of the nearest
wing.

�� Draco
jerked, and Harry pulled his hand back hastily, opening his mouth to give an
apology. His daze had begun to fade. He wouldn�t have done that in an ordinary
mood; he would have considered that it might be painful for Draco or at least
touch a sensitive spot. He shouldn�t have�

�� Draco
locked his lips on Harry�s and acted as if he wanted to suck his soul out of
his mouth. Harry shuddered and thought he knew now how Draco had felt when
Harry touched his wing.

�� Mine,� Draco
said as he moved his head back. �Want.� He reached out with one bloody claw and
sliced Harry�s shirt back as if he was unpeeling an apple with a knife.

�� Harry
blessed the daze that still half-enclosed him; it helped him not to think about
Draco flaying him the way he had flayed Parkinson. �Not yet,� he whispered. �I
don�t want to do this in the open, right now.�

�� Draco drew
back and looked at him doubtfully. His eyes had taken on a steady shimmer which
Harry found fascinating to look at. Draco seemed to sense that, because he gave
an entirely new, predatory smile and stepped forwards, driving his knee between
Harry�s legs.

�� Harry
gasped, and his world spiraled down and collapsed in new directions. He reached
out to steady himself with his hands on Draco�s shoulders, and found that Draco
had ducked and come smoothly up again, so that Harry�s hands dropped onto his
wings instead.

�� This time,
Harry could feel what Draco felt, the sweet shock that ran through him like
someone filling his blood with sugar, and the irresistible urge to fuck that
followed that, surging back up from his belly, out through his wings, and into
another body. Harry was at once Draco and himself, at once the one experiencing
the touch and the one touching, and he didn�t know how to make sense of the
sensations except to whine and press closer.

�� Draco
finished shredding his shirt off and lowered him to the ground, spreading his
wings out so that Harry was sheltered fully from both the sun and everyone
else�s sight. The light came through to them in a silvery haze because of the
overlapping feather-scales. Harry gasped and blinked, and Draco whispered
soothing nonsense words and reached for his trousers.

�� Merlin knew
what would have happened if Harry hadn�t heard the sharp pop at that moment which signaled the end of the spell he�d used on
Russell.

�� He pushed
up against Draco, who was now kneeling between his legs and caressing his groin
with the edge of one wing. Draco caught his wrists and held them easily,
smiling at him. �Hush, Harry,� he said, voice deep and musical. �We�ll be there
in a moment.� He bent, arching his neck farther than Harry would have thought
he could, and licked a stripe across Harry�s stomach, not that far from his cock.

�� Harry was
grateful for his self-control then, because it made him able to writhe for a
moment only before he regretfully shook his head. �I love you,� he whispered.
�I want you. But soon�� and he could only describe the impulse that made him
say this as pure inspiration ��Russell du Michel and Pansy Parkinson are going
to be standing up and trying to look at me.�

*

�� Draco
reared back, the lust in his mind dissipating as fury like sunlight burned
through it.

�� He couldn�t
allow anyone else to see his Harry.
He couldn�t allow anyone else to touch his
Harry.

�� And if
either Pansy or Russell saw Harry the way he looked now�half-naked, lying on
the ground, staring up with bright eyes and parted, swollen lips and swollen
cock�they would try.

�� Draco stood
up, pulled Harry into his arms, wrapped his wings around Harry�s chest so that
his chosen would have the dignity of a covering without a shirt, and then
waggled one wing in the direction of Russell, who was getting back to his feet,
shaking his head.

�� In a
moment, Russell was off his feet and lying on the ground again as brilliant
flashes of blue-green fire chased themselves over his skin. Draco smirked and
faced Pansy. Another wing-waggle tied her down with more fire, though he didn�t
think she would be coming out of the trance any time soon.

�� Then he
turned back to Harry. A Harry standing quietly within the embrace of his wings
and not complaining. A Harry who was glorious and trusting and not recoiling or
turning his face away because Draco had flayed the skin off Pansy�s arm.

�� This is
what I am,� Draco said. �Can you live with that?�

�� He didn�t
say any more, because Harry should know what he meant perfectly well, and Harry
would either accept it or not.

�� Harry
turned his head and thoughtfully surveyed the bloody ruin of Pansy�s arm. Then
he looked back up at Draco again and seemed to silently absorb the changes
Draco knew had occurred in his own body: the full talons, the wings, the
feathers and scales and things in between that were both littered across his
skin.

�� Harry
kissed him and said, �At the moment, I�m more concerned about how they
discovered I was here and hiding under an Invisibility Cloak.�

�� Draco
tugged him closer and rubbed his cock against Harry�s leg for a moment. He
couldn�t have done anything else. Harry tensed, but didn�t move away, and then
began working the tension out of his muscles with a series of individual sharp
shakes.

�� Good,�
Draco whispered. �Good. We�ll get answers to that and other questions before we
take them to the Aurors.�

�� He could
feel the ragged strips of his shirt and robes against his wings, the tackiness
of drying blood on his talons, and the still-present rage and fear butting
against the back of his mind. But none of that meant anything next to Harry�s
weight and warmth, or the quiet way he stood close.

�� He can be right next to me and not want to
back away. He can look at the worst I�ll do in defense of my chosen and not
tell me that I�m a horrible person.

�� He�s mine.

�� Draco gave
in to temptation one more time and wrapped his wings around Harry from hair to
boots, cradling him, keeping him safe from the world.

�� Harry went
pale, and exhaled hard.

�� But he
didn�t move away.

*

�� qwerty: The
time when he would have is already long past.

�� orlando1:
Thank you!

�� W�lkchen: I�m
afraid this may have been a little less violent than you wanted, but I hope you
still enjoyed it. While Draco did use the allure, he did it as part of his
transformation, inevitably, rather like having claws, and Harry can forgive him
one if he can forgive him the other.

�� thrnbrooke:
Those are the questions that Harry wants an answer to, though she probably
could have recognized the snake as a protective device once she was close to
it.

�� angelmuziq:
His concern is mainly for the damage Draco might have done himself if he�d
tortured Pansy extensively.

�� Kogas
Hentai Luver: Draco might be legally allowed to kill and inflict pain, but it�s
still something Harry doesn�t want him to have to do.

�� SP777: No,
Laurent probably won�t be appearing in this story. As for a honeymoon, that
would depend if I show a wedding!

�� Minue: No.
If they did it and Draco found out, he would never forgive them, and they know
that.

�� Lady_of_Clunn:
Thank you!

�� polka dot: It
would have depended on how much damage they did. If they�d been confronting
Harry alone, he would have arrested them and hauled them in, and so they might
have got off lightly.

�� nette: Harry
is fighting his panic, as you can see, but I think he does a good job of mostly
subduing it.

�� Russell�s
family might have owned an Invisibility Cloak, but they would still need answers
about how they knew to use it and why he lent it to Pansy.

�� SkinnyMini:
The chapter was finished. I don�t post incomplete chapters.

�� Evil
Cliffhanger Lady: She anticipated Draco being furious, but holding himself back
because of the danger to Harry. If it hadn�t been so close to the Blazing
Season, he might have done that.

�� solerine: That
was the end of the chapter.

�� lissagal99:
I do think my updating is regular enough for it not to be a problem.

�� elfqueen114:
Thank you!

�� Night the
Storyteller: It helps that he went through his own similar experience with
Laurent, and that he did already know something like this was a possibility. If
Draco had hidden it, then Harry would find it much harder to forgive.
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