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A Submissive\'s Submissive	By : Nayeri Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters there in. I do not gain any money for writing this story.

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(Author's note: Alrighty, so I've gotten a complaint that I left a plot hole in chapter 1. To answer his/her question, the reason Harry didn't fix the hole or summon a silver blade was the amount of magic it would have required. From what I figure, transfiguration would take less magic, especially if what he used was similar enough in composition to soap. Conjuring a blade, or trying to fix his clothes would cost more magic than he currently could spare, given that he had needed his magic to keep him from drowning. Also, Harry likely figured that patching his robe was the least of his worries, in comparison with keeping clean, which is known to ward off illness; also, he was muggle raised, what good would a silver sword/dagger/blade do him if he didn't know how to use it? Now that I've finished my explanation, without further ado, on we go.)
Last time:
Draco couldn't react to that, as he was in a state of shock that Harry fucking Potter, chained like a mad dog in a cage, was in this orphanage, no longer the image of a perfect prince that Draco had always thought he was.
Harry had made the assumption, when he first came, that the Home was an orphanage, and had been suitably, if not silently, upset. He soon realized, after spending time there and with growing horror, that the Home was not just an orphanage. It was the final sanctuary for the abandoned children, the ones who had been hurt as he had. It horrified him to know that there were so many children who had had a rough life, and that the Home was even needed.
That wasn't the only part that hurt though; what hurt worse was that he was a werewolf, one of the outcasts of society. However, the people who had come to get him out of Privet Drive explained that the Home also had its fair share of creatures. The fact that the owners were Nightwalkers helped that idea, and allowed him the right mind set to listen to what they had to say.
They explained that he was, because of the way he'd been turned, a special kind of werewolf. Using their words, he was a “submissive” werewolf, though that really just said that he would more than likely be the bottom in a relationship. The more important fact was that his breed of lycanthrope never used their venom to change others, as that would simply create more “dominant” wolves; the only way they would transfer the disease would be the same way he'd been infected. Other than that, his wolf would be more inclined to kill humans until he learned how to control it.
To aid in his learning how to control the wolf (as he wouldn't have access to the potion that helped), he was given a single room with a heavy door that was allowed to be locked from both sides. Remembering how easily he had taken down his bedroom door, though, he asked for a cage and chain system to be set up for those first few months it would take to truly control his wolf. The vampires, naturally, were reluctant, but eventually had to given in when presented with his logic. After all, they didn't want to have to put down their newest ward.
So, the month rolled around, and the day before the moon he started to set his cage up. An hour before the moon was to rise, he made sure the meat and bedding was in place, locked the cage door and chained himself to the wall. The chains allowed him movement to halfway from the back to the front of the cage comfortably, more if he strained. The last fifteen minutes had him settling down underneath the open window, waiting for the moon to rise.
It was then that his door was opened briefly, to push in the one person he didn't expect to see in his hallway: Draco Malfoy. He, of course, had heard that the Malfoy brat had been dropped off for his protection, but he didn't think he'd run across him. Realizing what must have happened for the older boys to have pushed the other teen in here when they knew it was quarantined during the full moon, Harry was furious. So he bit out his anger, scolding the others and Malfoy in the same breath. The other teen didn't answer, seemingly stunned to see him chained up like a mad dog.
Harry sighed, feeling the moon's power grow ever closer. With only a couple minutes to go, he said sharply “Enough gawking Malfoy; go into the bathroom and lock yourself in.” When it appeared as if the other teen would hesitate, he barked “Now!” causing the blonde to quickly scurry, either in surprise or fear Harry wasn't sure. All he did know was that the Malfoy scion was safely locked in the bathroom just in time, as the full moon's rays touched him, causing his body to explode in furry agony.
**
Draco was surprised that he had listened so easily, but as he heard a tearing sound and screams of agony, his heart beat wildly in his chest. Noticing that there was a convenient keyhole, he glanced in it to watch the horror that was his rival transforming into a werewolf. He gulped, fear sufficing him, especially when the wolf's nose turned toward the bathroom door, and a growl escaped him.
He was stunned and terrified at the revelation that somehow, someway, Harry Potter had become a lycanthrope. But as the beast settled down on the bedding, having quickly realized he couldn't get to the most obvious prey, Draco really got a good look at the wolf. He was gangly, all long legs and big paws, but he had already started developing the barrel chest that was the lupine's trademark. The black fur was luxurious, though there were stripes of white on the back that were out of place to Draco's untrained mind.
The biggest thing Draco noticed, however, was a distinct scent that emanated through the keyhole and under the door cracks. He would later describe the scent as equivalent to a favorite blanket that was wrapped around someone strong and handsome. It also brought to mind dirty thoughts that caused his pants to tent almost instantly, bringing a soft moan past his lips. Though he would never admit it, he had always longed to be someone's bitch, to not have to be the one to make decisions; he also would never admit that he found wolves attractive. These thoughts, though, left him quivering and tempted throughout the night.
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Harry groaned softly, rubbing his wrists as he removed the shackles. He knew that it was probably a bad idea to keep the key so close to himself, but given that his wolf form lacked thumbs, he really didn't worry that much. He glanced at his meat pile, and sighed at the fact that it was empty. He had underestimated how much he would need to put down. Then again, it probably would spoil if he left it all night.
Deciding that food was second priority, he got shakily to his legs and headed for the cage door. Picking up the shirt he had cast off the night before, he used it to guard his hands as he unlocked the door. He then made his way to the bathroom, and pounded on it, barking “Malfoy, if you're not out of there in two minutes, I'm breaking the lock!”
That got Malfoy out of the bathroom quickly, though from his red cheeks and tired eyes, he was embarrassed about being woken up. Shrugging, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him; had his bladder not been as full as it was, he would have stopped short at the scent of pure arousal assaulted his extra sensitive nose. As it was, he was barely able to stay standing to urinate and wash his hands before needing to hurry over to his bed and sit down. He ignored the look Malfoy was giving him, contemplating on the fact that his new guest had been turned on by something last night, and it could only be something disturbing.
“How did you become a werewolf, Potter, and for how long?” Malfoy's annoying voice asked, causing Harry to grit his teeth as bad memories assaulted him. He snarled softly, and glared at his unwelcome guest with a 'it's none of your fucking business' look. All he got in return was Malfoy having his hands on his hips waiting for an answer.
With a sigh, he said, “That time I went missing in the Forbidden Forest after that fiasco with Umbridge; I met up with a werewolf. I transformed the first time last month after feeling unwell...nearly killed my Uncle.” He muttered the last words, too quiet for Malfoy to point out. It was with awkward silence that the next half-hour past, with Malfoy getting more bored by the minute and Harry patiently waiting for the full moon to rise again.
The silence was eventually broken by his guest quietly complaining at the dullness. Harry easily could have gotten angry, and the wolf was snarling underneath the surface for him to. Instead, he decided to play word games with Malfoy, just to shut him up. What surprised them both was that they soon started to enjoy their time together, only breaking briefly for lunch. This, of course, surprised Malfoy, as Harry pulled out some food from his own personal ice box. When questioned, all Harry said was, “My door is locked for these three straight days, Malfoy. I have to have access to food and water.”
It was like this that they passed their time until Harry had to prepare the cage again, though this time Malfoy actually helped by carrying the required meat inside. The grimace he gave Harry as he chained himself was enough to get him to smile briefly. He murmured, “Don't worry Malfoy, the shackles are actually quite big. They don't hurt in the least during the transformation. Now, you should again lock yourself in the bathroom, before I transform.”
Harry never noticed that it was Malfoy who had locked the cage door, then pocketed the key. He was too concerned with the second full moon, the night where the wolf was at its strongest. Despite this, the transformation was less painful on this night, leaving him with more energy earlier. The wolf still decided to rest, as it was trying to work with Harry to connect their pieces together into a coherent group.
**
Draco groaned softly, gripping his hard on as he stared at the attractive wolf. The scent was driving him crazy, putting dirty thoughts in his brain. He had been up most of the night the previous night just jacking off, but it hadn't helped his constant state of arousal. Something primal in his brain was taking over that night, however, and by the time a couple of hours had past, he had a plan in place.
He first removed his clothing, deciding he didn't want to rip it should something go awry. He then grabbed some non-toxic soap from the tub. Not ideal, and it could be dangerous and/or burn during the process, but he didn't have lube on hand. Squirting a bit in his hand, he mixed it with water and sudsed up his more dexterous hand. Once he was sure it was sudsy enough, he reached back and worked on lubing up and stretching his hole, causing himself to leak profusely at the stimulation.
After lubing and stretching himself, he cleaned off his hands, picked up the key to the cage and left the bathroom. The wolf looked up sharply, and bared its teeth warningly. Hunching his shoulders, and keeping his movements small, slow and submissive, he walked over to the door and unlocked it. Opening it, he soon dropped to his hands and knees, and approached slowly, whimpering softly to try and ward off an attack. Once he was close enough, he surprised the confused wolf by presenting his prepared hole.
**
Harry was shocked, and battered sharply at the mind of his wolf. The wolf retorted back that it was completely different from what they had been through, as the Malfoy was obviously eager for it. Harry responded that it still wasn't a good idea, especially as he could sense that the wolf was planning to cause Malfoy to bleed a little bit, and did they want to create another submissive. His wolf replied that, it was either create a submissive, or kill the Malfoy brat. That shut Harry up, and caused him to retreat into the mind.
The wolf, satisfied that there would be no more arguments, padded up to the presenting bitch, and lifted a paw. When the blonde didn't stir, he pushed a toe inside Malfoy's hole, feeling how loose and slick the path was. That wouldn't do at all, and quickly using his claw, he made a small cut inside, causing the brat to bleed a little, just enough.
His preparations done, the wolf ignored the intake of breath that Malfoy had given when he'd intruded with a toe. Instead, he mounted his willing bitch, quickly probing with his growing member. He soon found his target, and he groaned happily as he sank into those warm depths. He noticed with a grin how Malfoy moaned as well, and tensed a bit as if over-sensitized. The blonde truly was a submissive bitch, thought the wolf in excitement, having already guessed that from the scent they picked up earlier.
Deciding to leave retrospect for later, the beast began to hump back and forth, using his forepaws as purchase as his tempo began to speed up. He positioned himself a bit better, so that he was bumping against that prostate with each thrust. As he knew it would, this sent Malfoy over the edge in his first orgasm, spraying the floor of the cage with his spunk.
The wolf kept going though, working through the clenching hole even as his knot quickly started to form. Even with his stamina though, the wolf eventually tied with his bitch, who squeezed down reflexively on his knot. This, of course, scent the beast over the edge, filling up the blonde with his seed. This, in turn, had the Malfoy orgasming a second time, the clenching, pulsing walls sucking hard on his member.
The wolf grinned to himself, even as he rode his climax. The very nature of breeding and having his bitch enjoy it caused his seed to be absorbed better and quicker. He was making his own pack, one that would help him overcome the arrogant dominants of the world. For now, though, he rested his chin up on the Malfoy's shoulder, enjoying the tying and the aftershocks of a canine orgasm. Retrospect, shame and all other emotions could come later, to Harry.
(End author's note: Sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy the chapter; a little bit of back story, explaining some things that people were complaining about, and ending in smut. Please note, the wolf and Harry are not in sync yet; had Malfoy not been properly submissive, Harry wouldn't have been able to stop Draco from being torn to shreds. Please R&R)
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