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ABCs of the Wizarding World	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5031 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CDGaymer: I like E and F, too. Ha ha Much as I liked them, I think this is the best chapter so far.

Author’s Note: I used a website to help me write the Irish accent. Apologies if it’s a bit hard to understand. In this story, Harry does not wear glasses. Actually, in most of my chapters, he won’t be wearing them. Fair warning: Gets a bit steamy later in this chapter. Enjoy!
Gancanagh – A male fairy in Irish mythology that is known for seducing women. Known for pointy ears, pale skin, and some can wear an Irish tweed walking hat.

G is for Gancanagh
The countryside was beautiful. He had only just arrived, but he knew he would love it. Hermione had been right in him renting a home instead of a room at an inn. The widow Winifred O’Brian was most gracious in allowing him to stay in a small home she owned. She had her son take him in to town and show him around.
Of course, the first and only visit was to the local pub. The son knocked out quick; a lightweight drinker, according to the other patrons of the pub. He found himself sitting at the bar, talking with the man serving drinks. He had simply introduced himself as O’Connor.
“Waaat brings yer ter Oirlan'?” O’Connor asked.
Harry shrugged.
“I’ve always wanted to travel. I only graduated a month ago and just turned eighteen. The air in Britain was getting a bit stale,” Harry said.
Especially after you tell your girlfriend of three years that you may be questioning your sexuality, Harry thought.
“I ‘av ter warn yer, Harry,” the Irishman said.
“Warn me about what?”
“'Tis about de woods near de gaff yer are stayin' in. Never go dare at noight,” he warned him.
“Gaff?” Harry asked, confused.
“It means house.”
Harry frowned. “Why shouldn’t I go in the woods at night?”
O’Connor leaned on the bar counter, putting himself closer to the young Brit.
“We 'av legends 'ere in Oirlan'. Dare is creatures oyt dare dat cud tear yer limb from limb,” O’Connor said, his voice dropping to a low, deep murmur.
Harry scrunched his face up in confusion.
“What kind of creatures?” he asked.
“T'be sure, yer nu about de leprechaun. But dare are other monsters loike Selkies an’ Banshees.”
Harry learned about some of the different creatures in Ireland folklore. Selkies were said to live as seals in the sea, but shed their skin to become human on land. Banshees were another story. They were said to be an omen of death, letting out an unearthly wail if someone was about to die.
“Dare is wan yer shud nu about, but yer don't 'av ter worry about 'im,” O’Connor said, leaning back with a chuckle.
Now he had Harry’s interest.
“What would that be?”
“De Gancanagh. An Oirish fairy dat seduces weemen so yer needn't worry about 'im,” O’Connor replied, before taking his drink and taking a long sip.
Harry nodded. He might have been worried if he had still been with Ginny and if she had come with him.
But that’s in the past now, Harry thought.
“Do you believe these creatures are real?” Harry inquired.
O’Connor stared long and hard at him before answering.
“Oi ‘av been raun for donkey’s years. Oi believe de stories. De stories towl ter me by me grandfather jist as ‘is grandfather towl ‘im,” O’Connor told him.
Harry bowed his head in respect. He wasn’t sure he could believe in the stories himself, but he would not be disrespectful to a culture and its beliefs. O’Connor rounded around the bar and lifted the half-door slab.
“Let me wake up O’Brian an’ fend yer a room for de noight.”
“Thank you.”

/……/

Ireland truly was beautiful. It was not far from his homeland yet it felt like it was leap years away. The people were surprisingly kind to him. He had chosen a good time to visit. The weather was nice and he discovered it only got darker after eleven at night. The highest temperatures in Ireland ranged between 64 and 57°F. It was a far cry better than the miserable temperature in the 10’s and 20’s back in his homeland.
Despite that, cold was still cold so he wore a light jacket when he was out and about. He spent a good deal of time with Widow O’Brian’s son, Keiran. By no surprise, the man was taller than him; Harry’s abusive childhood at his Aunt and Uncle’s hand had stunted his growth badly. The man was funny and was curious about Harry as Harry was curious about the new land.
He forgot about O’Connor’s warning, but mostly because he didn’t venture out much after the sun began to set. One night, however, he made a mistake. The phone unexpectedly rang just as he was sitting down to eat dinner. He fumbled to get it since he had only spotted it once since coming to the house.
“Hello? O’Connor, is that you? Wait, wait, wait! Slow down. Say again.” Pause. “Okay. Okay. I haven’t seen anyone, but I’ll go out and look.”
Harry hung up the phone before quickly pulling his shoes and sneakers on. He zipped up his jacket and flew out the door. Flicking on his light, he started searching the nearby area. O’Connor reported another tourist and his family staying just down the road had lost their youngest son. A little four-year-old by the name of Orion.
He felt a small painful twinge in his heart at the name. His godfather had been Sirius Orion Black. A man he had known only for a few years before he disappeared, never to be heard again.
“Orion! Orion, are you out here? Orion!” Harry shouted.
He searched all around the house before checking all parts of the land. He stopped at the top of the hill, his light shining across the area. Suddenly, he jerked his light back to the edge of the woods. He thought he had seen a small blue light. A flashlight, maybe?
“Orion!” Harry shouted.
There it was again! Not giving it a second thought, Harry took off running and entered the woods. His pace slowed as he entered but it was only to get his bearings and try and find what he had seen. The small blue ball of light kept appearing, but he felt like he was going in circles. Finally, he came to a stop in a large clearing. He glanced around with his flashlight streaming along the trees.
“Waaat brings yer 'ere?”
Harry swung around in surprise, lifting his light up. A figure stood beside a large tree. He had his head down and his hat was shielding himself from the blinding light. So Harry was unable to see his face which made him wary of the stranger.
“Lower de light,” the stranger said in a warning tone.
Slowly, Harry brought the light down. Only then did the stranger lift his head. It was a man. The man was a pale white color with light gray eyes. From under the Irish hat he wore [1], Harry could see a few strands of ghost white-blonde hair. The man smiled at him with a curious gleam to his eyes.
“Yer are unafraid av de woods? ‘Tis very dangerous ter be oyt ‘ere…alone,” the man told him.
Harry nodded. He stuck his tongue out to wet his dry lips. A motion he noted did not go unnoticed by the stranger. His eyes seemed to trace the movement of his tongue before it disappeared back into his mouth.
“I know it’s not safe, but a child’s lost. I thought I saw him come in here,” Harry answered, honestly.
The stranger began to circle around him slowly. It was a few moments of silence before he spoke again.
“A child? Neither kin nor known to you an’ yet you search,” the man stated, almost as if talking only to himself out loud.
Harry hesitated. It hadn’t escaped his notice that the male’s accent had dropped a bit.
“I…I-It’s the right thing to do. He must be scared to be out this late and all alone in the dark,” Harry stuttered in his explanation.
The strange man had turned away to stare off somewhere, but whipped around fluidly when Harry finished speaking. He stepped back when the man smirked. His light gray eyes were now glowing silver.
“Oi doubt de child is alone. After all, waaat of de trees an’ de creatures who call ‘tis place their own?” the man said, ending in a chuckle that sent cold shivers up Harry’s body.
Harry swallowed. This man made him nervous. There was something that didn’t feel right yet he found himself attracted to the unknown about this man. He continued to step back with nervous steps as the man approached him. He only came to a stop when his back hit the tree. A strong hand snatched his wrist and held it down to prevent him from blinding the man again. He stepped closer, allowing Harry to come to the shocking realization that the man was taller.
Big bloody surprise, Harry thought.
The man seemed to delight in the height difference as his smirk grew.
“Yer want ter fend ‘im, boyo?” the man asked.
Harry wasn’t familiar with the term “boyo,” but he was sure he shouldn’t like it. He glared at the stranger.
“I have a name,” he growled.
The man chuckled.
“Den waaat is it?” he asked.
“Harry,” he snapped.
The strange blonde leaned slightly back while steering his gaze upward as he spoke.
“ ‘Arry…English origin, Middle English form of ‘Enry…could originate from de Greek name ‘Aris, meanin’ ‘grace,’” he said.
His eyes were practically glowing when he lowered his gaze. He stepped so close Harry’s skin broke out in goosebumps at feeling his cool breath waft over his face.
“Ye didn’ answer muh question. Do yer want ter fend ‘im?” the man asked.
Harry trembled and he knew it wasn’t from the cold. Despite the terror that was swimming through his blood, Harry found himself answering the strange man in the affirmative. He nearly plunged forward to the ground when the stranger suddenly released him and jumped back. He opened his mouth to yell at him, but then he noticed the man was already walking away.
Harry ran to catch up with him. When he caught up, he walked slightly behind the stranger. He jumped when the stranger began humming. After a little bit of humming, words began to leave him.
There’s a low rock wall
By the cliffs of Mohàr
Runs from down on the ground
Right up through the sea air. [2]
Harry felt the trembling leave his body.
As a child I would climb
To the top of those stairs
And wish on the fog
I was anywhere else.
The farms and the valleys
Are ringed with the stones
Of the men who built walls
So’s to be more alone.
The stranger’s voice was soft and melodic. He followed him down a pathway. Suddenly, a loud screeching erupted through his ears. He dropped the flashlight while his hands flew up to cover over his ears. Squeezing his eyes shut and falling to his knees in agony, Harry didn’t see the strange man’s reaction to the sound.
The stranger paused in the pathway. He slowly turned around and tilted his head to the side, staring at the behavior as though it were odd. He gazed up towards the trees and stars.
“So it wus yer den. Oi might ‘av known. Cum out nigh. Revayle yerself,” he said.
A moment later, a large ghost-like woman floated through the trees. She screeched at him, ignoring the pained whimpers of his traveling companion.
“Dat be enoof, Banshee. Return de boy,” he said.
The Banshee let out another unholy screech. By now, Harry was curled into a ball on the ground. The blonde made an hmm at the back of his throat.
“Sick in de head, you say? It doesn’t matter. Allow ‘im ter return ter ‘is family,” the man said, his tone dropping to a dangerous level.
The Banshee floated back a little, almost as if sensing the power flowing through the stranger.
“Or shud oi show yer de extent av me power?” the man warned.
“Draco.”
The man smirked. “Yer mind me name. Gran’. Nigh be gone.”
Fearful for its life, the Banshee did as instructed and left. Draco turned and saw the child stepping around a tree, rubbing at his eyes with a tiny fist. Draco smiled and motioned the child to him. The boy came and allowed himself to be picked up. Draco placed him on his hip and patted his cheek with a chuckle.
“Time ter go ‘um, wee wan,” Draco said.
He spared a glance to the unconscious body on the ground.
“Oi suppose oi shud take dis wan ‘um, too,” he mumbled.

/……/

Harry didn’t remember much of what happened. He remembered going into the woods to look for Orion, but then he remembered waking up outside the forest with Orion fast asleep on his lap. He had scrambled to his feet and carried the boy back to his house. He phoned O’Connor who brought the family who were more than ecstatic to see their youngest. A few days later, he ended up spending time with the family when they traveled over into the next town.
It was then that the little boy unknowingly revealed something to Harry. The two of them were sitting outside while the rest of the family was inside a shop. Orion smiled up at him.
“Did the elf come back?” Orion asked.
Harry tried to hide the confusion from his face, but he knew he failed miserably.
“The…elf?” Harry asked, hesitantly.
Orion’s head bobbed up and down.
“Uh-huh. The elf from the trees. He tol’ the screamin’ lady to go away.”
Everything suddenly came rushing back to him. Running out of the house. Going to the forest. The screeching. The pale ghost. The strange man!
“How….H-How did you know the man was an elf?” Harry asked.
Orion giggled. He reached up to the tops of his ears, pulling gently on them.
“He had pointy ears! Everyone knows elves have pointy ears.”
Harry’s face scrunched up. He hadn’t seen the man’s ears and it had been dark out. Later, after he had returned to the house, Harry pulled out his tablet. He curled up comfortably in a chair while he searched the web. He jumped through many sites and many web searches.
Ireland.
Irish folklore.
Irish folklore, creatures.
Creatures with pointy ears.
He finally arrived on a page that talked about a creature that described the strange man to a tee. It was all about Gancanagh. He sighed in relief as he set his tablet aside. He recalled that O’Connor said he had nothing to worry about from the Gancanagh.
There’s a low rock wall
By the cliffs of Mohàr
Runs from down on the ground
Right up through the sea air.
Going into a light trance, Harry grew curious as to where the singing was coming from. He walked over to the window and saw light coming from the woods. He got the suspicion that was where the music was coming from. He grabbed his jacket and light, making sure to lock the door behind him. He walked down the pathway to the woods and entered through the same way he had come.
As a child I would climb
To the top of those stairs
And wish on the fog
I was anywhere else.
Harry walked down a different path tonight. It brought him deeper and deeper into the forest. He never noticed that the new trail disappeared behind him as he walked.
The farms and the valleys
Are ringed with the stones
Of the men who built walls
So’s to be more alone.
All that’s left of them now
Are their fears and their bones
But the rocks they pulled up
Were all I’ve ever known.
Harry could feel the singing getting louder, more powerful. His gaze was on the path only now.
The Rock fought my spirit
The Rock fed my anger
The Rock broke my heart
Like the waves of the sea.
I tried hard to fight
But it still grew inside me
This island
My Ireland
The Rock is in me.
The path ended in a large clearing. Most of the clearing consisted of a large pond with a waterfall. However, his gaze fell to the other person standing in the clearing. Draco looked up from the rock he had been settled on. A small smirk graced his face as he stood and lightly jumped down from the rock.
“Gran’ evenin’, ‘Arry,” Draco greeted.
Harry froze. He blinked. Then blinked again. He glanced around again with a small frown on his face.
“Why…why am I here?” Harry asked.
Draco chuckled as he came dangerously close.
“Cos oi wished it. Waaat oi want, oi git,” Draco told him.
“I…I don’t understand. I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name,” Harry said.
If possible, Draco’s grin grew bigger and sharper.
“ ‘tis Draco. We nu each other. Nigh close yisser eyes,” Draco told him.
Harry wasn’t sure why, but he obeyed the command. He tensed when the light was taken from him and tossed away somewhere. He startled, jerking backwards when his jacket was unzipped.
“Be still, ‘uman,” a voice growled in his ear.
He felt Draco’s body lean against his, starting to softly sing his song in the brunette’s ear. The sound soothed his nerves and allowed Draco to continue his task. He peeled the jacket away and let the useless piece of clothing drop to the cold ground. He quietly snapped his fingers and the clothing covering the human’s feet disappeared. The body in his arms shivered, but didn’t pull away.
Draco smoothed his hands down the human’s sides and slipped back up under his shirt. The human was deep enough under his power that he moved his head to lick behind the ear he had been singing in. Harry let out a small moan that vibrated through the both of them. Draco smiled against his skin before pressing his lips to the human’s ear.
“Raise yisser arms, a stór [3],” Draco murmured.
Harry wasn’t sure what “a stór” was but he couldn’t help, but comply with the blonde’s command. His shirt came up and off, joining his jacket on the cold ground. Harry seemed to black out for a minute because he missed the part where his belt, pants and boxers were removed. He shivered with the cold breeze circling around his naked body.
Draco told him to go into the water, but not too deep in. Harry couldn’t believe how nervous he wasn’t about being naked in front of the creature. Draco turned away to let the human have some form of privacy. Only the heavens knew that humans could be so finicky about nudity. With his back to the pond, Draco removed his own light clothes, banishing them back to his home. The last piece he removed was his hat, revealing a pair of pointy ears.
Meanwhile, Harry stood in the water and closed his eyes. This was all odd behavior for him. His heart and head were telling him two different things while his body gave him a whole different message. He gasped softly when he felt the water behind him move and a warm body wrap around his. Harry whimpered when Draco suddenly squeezed him so tight it was hard to breathe. The creature hissed in his ear.
“Who dares ter leave a mark on dis body?”
Despite the warm body wrapped around him and the warm water he stood in, Harry shivered. Harry knew the man…the creature!…was referring to the scars on his back. The low growl scared him. He could hear the possessiveness in the Gancanagh’s voice. It reminded him of an older student, Tom Riddle, who had acted as though Harry was his property; this was before he and Ginny started dating. With Riddle, he had hated the feeling. With Draco, he was afraid because he did not hate the feeling. He let out a cry of surprise when his body was squeezed hard.
The grip was loosened when he unexpectedly broke down, almost breaking out in tears. His neck was nuzzled by a warm nose.
“Shhhh. Oi only want ter nu who dared ter lay a mark on such innocent buff [skin],” Draco promised him.
“My…my family. They didn’t like me very much,” Harry muttered under his breath.
A chuckle danced across his shoulders.
“Dat much is obvious.”
Draco kissed and licked at each one of the marks, paying special attention to a deep, ugly one above his shoulder blade.
“I…I d-d-don’t understand. You’re a…G-Gancanagh,” Harry murmured.
Draco smiled against his neck. His human was a smart one. Most humans, even those coming from his home land of Ireland, mistook him for an elf or a leprechaun. As if he would be worried about a pot of gold.
“Aye.”
“You….Y-Y-Y-You seduce w-women,” Harry said.
Draco chuckled, shaking the human’s body.
“Yer ‘umans an’ yisser beliefs. Oi appreciate beauty whaen oi see it, be it female…or male. Besides, oi’m only ‘alf Gancanagh. I’ll tell yer aboyt it later.”
Harry whimpered when Draco twirled him around in the water and latched onto his neck. Apparently, the creature was done having his words. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other swept up his back to hold his head back. He was so drawn into what was being done to his neck, he didn’t notice the creature was guiding them towards the small waterfall.
Harry jerked forward when the waterfall surprised him by raining down on his scarred back. Draco broke off from what he was doing, shushing the brunette gently. He guided him back under the waterfall and continued holding him there. The pain across his back was excruciating, but Draco cradled his head against his chest, crooning softly to him in his native language.
“Be patient, a stór. Let de water chucker its job,” Draco whispered to him.
Harry could feel it. Every old scar and cut on his back was stitching and healing. There was something in the waterfall’s water that was healing his back. Wandering hands and a hot mouth saw to it that he was distracted from the necessary pain of healing his back. He didn’t know when but the next thing he knew he found himself laying on his back on the grass.
Draco stared down at him like a predator stalking his prey. And attack, he did. Draco slanted his mouth on top of Harry’s and sucked on his bottom lip while simultaneously running his hands over the human’s chest. Harry was experiencing a lot of sensations he had never felt before. Kisses with Ginny had never felt like this. This was a pleasurable invasion of his mouth with a tongue that did not belong to him.
His hands shot up to anchor him to something. His hands slipped up into soft blonde hair, squeezing a small moan from Draco. His hands weaved up until they touched the tips of the Gancanagh’s ears. Harry jerked his hands away as if burnt. Draco pulled away from the kiss with another one of those irritating chuckles.
He grabbed Harry’s wrists and pulled his hands back up to where they had been.
“Yer can touch me ears. Yer can touch anywhere yer want,” Draco whispered to him.
A bright red blush slipped across Harry’s face. Throwing his head back, he moaned Draco’s name when the blonde started kissing, nipping and sucking at his neck. The male was able to find every sensitive piece of skin across his neck and collarbone. He soon discovered that one of Draco’s sensitive areas was his ears. Rubbing his fingers across and under them provoked an intense reaction out of the Gancanagh.
Draco became more intense while his ears were given attention. No other human, male or female, had been able to produce such a reaction out of him. He sucked harder and lapped at the human’s skin enthusiastically. All the sudden, he went down on him, sucking deeply on the engorged member. He delighted in the loud scream of pleasure he forced out of the human. Now all the other creatures would know this human belonged to him.
Harry’s hips jerked up and he let out another scream before coming. He had never come so hard in all his life. Boneless and spent, he fell back onto the grass with his member still twitching. Draco drank down all of his human’s essence, letting out a small moan of disappointment when the hands fell from his ears. When the member stopped giving him what he wanted, Draco sucked harder.
Harry whimpered as his over-sensitized member began to hurt. He raised his weak arms to snag Draco’s hair with his hands and tugged. Only then did the Gancanagh release his member. But he obviously wasn’t done yet. Harry was still panting with his over-heated body when his knees were pushed up to his chest. His legs were pushed apart to an almost painful level.
The brunette whined at the back of his throat when he felt something wet at his entrance. He felt a brush of hair against his balls and thighs. He let out a weak gasp. That wet feeling was…
“No. No no no,” Harry hissed in protest.
Draco rolled his eyes. A human was not about to dictate what he could and could not do, especially one he had already wrung an orgasm out of. He lapped at the wrinkled piece of skin before closing his mouth over it and sucking. Harry’s body jumped in surprise. If he thought the blowjob had been explosive, then he didn’t know how to describe what Draco was doing to him now.
When he and Ginny had become intimate, the idea of doing this to her had frankly disgusted him. None of her pleading would get him to do it. He felt a small twinge of guilt for never giving her this much pleasure. But then the slimy, hot tongue slipped inside him and he lost all ability to think. Draco wound his thumbs upwards and spread his lover open even more, thrusting his tongue in as deep as it would go.
He quickened his pace, his own desire building with every sound he pulled out of the brunette. Being the crafty little Gancanagh that he was, Draco used his power to dip down deep to touch….
“AH!”
Draco grinned. This was why he preferred men. Their reactions were so much better than a boring female. He struck the brunette’s special spot over and over again until he came all over himself. Harry’s eyes rolled back and his toes curled. He wasn’t sure how much more he could stand before losing consciousness. His ears were pounding and his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest.
With all this going on, Harry didn’t notice the area around them giving off a faint light blue glow. Draco removed his tongue from the abused opening and laid his forehead on a quivering thigh. He slipped a finger in through easily, but stopped it there. Momentarily ignoring the warm snugness around his digit, Draco began to chant softly.
“Éileamh mé an anam. Deo mianach, a bheidh sé. Anois a éileamh an gcomhlacht seo.” [4]
He grinned as he watched the glow on the ground below them turn upwards and wrap around Harry like a blanket. He removed his finger and crawled back up the human’s body. Draco caught the side of his face and kissed him gently on the mouth. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut, but he managed to return the kiss. Draco pulled away from the kiss as he pulled himself and Harry to their feet.
“A stór. Yer make such ‘ames,” Draco whispered, hugging him close.
If Harry felt the hot throbbing member pressing against his stomach, he didn’t say anything. He laid a tired head against the Gancanagh’s chest.
“ ‘s yer fault I’m a mess,” Harry mumbled. “And sticky.”
Draco didn’t deny this fact. He pulled their bodies gently back into the water. Draco smiled as Harry seemed to read his mind and brought his arms up to wrap around his neck. Draco swept his hands up under Harry and lifted him up into his arms. He knew he would have things his way when Harry’s legs wrapped around him.
Harry bit down on Draco’s shoulder when a finger slid back in him. He thought the other male had brought them into the water to clean up. Not make an even bigger mess. He bit down harder when a second and third finger slipped in with surprising ease. Draco was purposely missing his prostate this time while pumping his fingers in and out.
Harry gasped as a fourth digit squeezed in beside the three other. He didn’t even know that was possible! He released the piece of skin he had now effectively bruised, in favor of whimpering.
“P-Please. So tired,” Harry cried softly.
Draco shushed him gently while easing his fingers out to fit something else.
“Jist a wee longer, a stór,” Draco promised.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath as something that was not a finger started pressing into him. He tried clenching down on it, but his body wouldn’t respond. It kept sliding in and stretching him wide. Draco pushed in until he was balls deep inside his human. The water made it much easier on the human’s poor body. Draco rested his hands on Harry’s hips before he started moving.
Draco had already been close himself. However, he held out until Harry released a third and final time before pressing in hard and coming undone. His hips jerked as he filled the smaller male. Harry’s body finally gave in to the darkness and he slumped in Draco’s arms.

/……/

“Ah’ve looked everywhere, O’Connor,” Keiran said. “ ‘e’s not ‘ere.”
O’Connor shook his head. The young Brit had been missing for a week now and no one could find him. They assumed he had left without notice, but upon checking the house found all of belongings still there. O’Connor was beginning to think a creature had taken the boy, but there was no evidence to back up that theory. So he didn’t have an idea of which one of them it could have been.
There was one thing the old Irishman was sure of. No one in Ireland was likely to see the young man again.

/……/

/in an unknown location in Ireland/
Harry lay fast asleep, unaware of the time that had passed on the outside. Draco was curled around him, tracing ancient symbols on his stomach with his fingers. A small grin spread across his face. The human was already beginning to forget about his life as a human. He hadn’t asked about when he could leave or about his human friends. Of course, Draco had kept him occupied with other activities.
Draco chuckled. The heavens had truly gifted him with his treasure. He was so responsive to his touch and invoked a deeper passion within the Gancanagh. He knew this was what his father had spoken about when he said Draco would one day find his own piece of treasure.
“Mine forever. Muh ‘Arry. A stór.”
He pressed a kiss to his human’s stomach before resting his head on it and falling fast asleep.
G is for Gancanagh

[1] An Irish tweed walking hat
[2] This is a song that has stuck with me for so long. It’s The Rock by Molly Phillips from the old Disney show, So Weird. I do not own any rights to it. I am only using the portion of it here in the story.
[3] Literally means “my treasure.” Can be used as terms of endearment for friends, lovers, or children.
[4] English-Irish/Gaelic Google Translate: I claim this soul. Forever mine, it will be. Now I claim this body.
A/N: So to be honest, I have no idea where the inspiration for all THAT came from. Must have been something in the soda I was drinking.
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