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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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Harry hopped up onto the pedestal and changed, his wings and tail slipping out of the slits in his clothing.

“Oh, a Dracken. Yes, that will require some modifications, but it will not take very long.” The tailor said. “Let me measure those wings and that tail—sorry, but I will have to touch it, I know that can be intrusive—and I will modify your robes.” He added.

Harry nodded. “It’s fine, just be careful.” He said.

The tailor nodded. “Yes, I am familiar with how Drackens feel about their tails. I will do that first, and I will be brief.” He said, taking the tail gently in his hand.

Harry gritted his teeth as every instinct screamed at him to lash out at the man and violently fling him off, using the tail in question. He tamped down the urge and the tailor finished with that area as quickly as he could.

“There, done with that. Now for the wings. Wait...” He cleared his throat. “Has your mate touched your wings yet? If you are a new Dracken, he or she might not have. I cannot be the first. It would be a violation.” He said.

Harry paled and turned wide eyes to Severus.

Severus shook his head and sighed. “I will call him.” He said.

The tailor nodded. “Good idea. They will need a few minutes of privacy. The wings of a Dracken... Well, they function much like a second set of testes. They aid in fertility—Drackens are highly virile creatures—and are a very intense erogenous zone. The first time they are touched must be by the mate. Any other person triggers a very violent response, and, well, I have no wish to die of dragon fire, you see.” He said in amusement as Severus sent his Patronus off.

“Surely it would not be that violent.” Remus said. “Harry is a very calm person.”

The tailor shook his head. “It is a knee-jerk reaction; he would not be able to stop it.”

Severus watched out the window and within minutes, Tom was there. “You are lucky I am off today, as well.” He said, entering the shop. “Why did you call me so urgently?”

The tailor nodded. “There is a back room that way, go and spend a few minutes getting used to the feeling. I have no need to put either of us through the embarrassment of you finding out what it will feel like with witnesses.”

Harry grabbed Tom and pulled him into the back room, then turned to face him. “He needs to touch my wings, but you need to do it first. Apparently, they’re going to be just as sensitive as my balls.”

Tom smiled. “Really?” He purred, wrapping his arms around Harry and running his hands over the undersides of them.

Harry moaned, closing his eyes. “Oh, God!”

Tom chuckled. “This is wonderful!” He moved around to Harry’s back and laid both hands over the middle of the wings, dragging them slowly over the scaled expanse.

Harry’s breath hitched. “Oh! How am I going to let him touch them?!” He asked, face flaming at the thought.

Tom got a wicked thought, and pressed his mouth to a wings, then poked his tongue out, letting it drag over the scales, and Harry couldn’t help it—he came, collapsing to the floor.

“Oops! Sorry, love!” Tom said happily, sounding anything but as he helped Harry to stand again.

Harry huffed and cleaned himself.

Tom touched them again, and Harry smiled. “Hey, that’s better!” He said happily.

“What?” Tom asked.

“It feels really good, but I think now I can avoid coming in front of Dad if the tailor touches them.” He revealed.

Tom frowned. “That was the only time I could have you that sensitive to my touch? Well, that is disheartening.” He said.

“No, it still feels really good. But I can tune it out easier now, if I have to. You should go home. I will see you tonight.” He said, leading him back out of the back room. “Alright.” He hopped back onto the pedestal. “That was enlightening.”

The tailor smiled. “Did you, ah, take care of things?” He checked as Tom left.

Harry’s face flamed. “Er, yeah, we’re good now.” He confirmed.

The tailor nodded. “Very good. I will have to touch them to measure them, just ignore it as best you can.” He said.

Harry took a deep breath and bit his lip as they were touched, the tailor doing a cursory check for size and then nodding. “Alright, I can do alterations now, just wait ten minutes, and we will check for proper fit.”

Harry stepped down and huffed. “That was embarrassing.” He muttered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you hadn’t, so to speak, played around with your form yet, but as you were having us fire spells at you to bring about the change, it should have occurred to me sooner.” Severus looked just as uncomfortable as Harry felt.

“It’s alright, Dad, it was easy to forget. At least now it’s fixed.” Harry said.

Severus sighed. “It should have been something you did because you wanted to, not because circumstances demanded it.” He said regretfully.

Harry felt his face heat again. “Um, I’m pretty sure we’ll be doing it a lot because we want to, now that we know it’s a possibility.”

Severus sighed. “Too much information, Harrison, but thank you for trying to put my mind at ease. The effort is appreciated.”

Sirius laughed. “Too bad you aren’t a Dracken!” He said to Severus.

Severus shot him a quelling look. “If I were, who says I would have ever let you near my wings?”

Remus chuckled as Sirius clutched at his heart. “Oh! Your words cut me to the quick!” He said dramatically, falling to his knees.

Severus sighed and buried his face in one hand. “Merlin, I am marrying a child.” He muttered.

Sirius glared at him. “Excuse you, I am a perpetual teenager, thank you! I’ll forever be in the prime of my life!”

Remus snorted. “I’ll remind you of that when you’re old and grey.”

The tailor hummed and turned around. “Alright, try this on!” He handed the robes to Harry.

Harry put them on and smiled as his wings and tail slipped right through. “Perfect!” He declared.

The tailor smiled and nodded. “Yes. They really bring out your colouring, too, you look absolutely stunning in those!”

Harry smiled. “I like them.”

“How much do we owe you?” Sirius asked.

“Hm, I think 10 galleons should do it. It didn’t put me out any, I was free today. And it was enjoyable to see another Dracken, the last one I worked with was thirty years ago.” He revealed.

Sirius handed over the money and they departed.

“Alright, home, I think, and we can see if Harry can fly with his Dragon form yet.”

Harry blushed. “That’s going to be embarrassing.” He muttered.

“You will do fine. You will have instincts to help, it should come naturally. I just want to see it.” Severus said.

Harry snorted. “Alright, Dad. We can do that.”

*****

Harry stretched his wings out, shook them, and roared, then jumped into the sky and began flapping his wings. Zephyr had agreed to go flying with him and was circling him a little bit further up.

It actually didn’t take much effort to figure out exactly how to move, and Harry enjoyed coasting on the updrafts.

Harry dipped and dove through the air, Severus and Sirius watching proudly as Remus snapped a few pictures with the camera Severus had unearthed.

After about an hour of flying, Harry landed and shifted back to his human form. “That was fun. But now I am hungry again.”

Severus laughed. “Well, call down your Drackling and we will go eat.” He said.

*Zephyr, dinner time!* Harry called out.

Zephyr dove down and alighted on his shoulder. *Yay! Food*

Harry couldn’t agree more.

*****

Harry finished getting ready for his trip to Tom’s, then pulled open his door and shouted, “Leaving, Dad! Don’t wait up for me!”

“See you tomorrow!” Sirius called back.

Harry snorted and closed his door before Apparating to his bedroom at Riddle Manor, Zephyr flying off and looking around.

He knew Tom would feel him coming through and crept to his room quickly, stripping off the robes he was wearing and reclining on the bed, cock peeking out of his tiny panties. Zephyr had followed and was perching on the wardrobe.

Tom opened the door a few minutes later and smiled. “Jeanette.” He said warmly, eyes roving over the green teddy. “I love you in that.” He murmured appreciatively.

Jeanette smiled. “Going to come over here and kiss me, or leave me wanting?” She teased.

Tom hummed, closing the door behind himself. “Far be it from me to deny my beautiful mate.” He purred, striding forward and taking her lips in a fierce kiss. His hands slid into her hair and fisted, and she stiffened.

Tom tore his mouth away and cursed. “Sorry, I forgot myself.” He carefully freed his hands.

Jeanette licked her lips. “We have to get past it sometime, as it looks like it will be a common occurrence.” She said.

Tom shook his head. “I will remember to curb it.” He promised.

“You shouldn’t have to.” Jeanette said.

“But if it bothers you, I am going to.” Tom said firmly. “It is not that important to me. I get a little wild, as I warned you, but I can work on that.”

Jeanette smiled. “Well, thank you, but we will work me past it, all the same. It wasn’t a problem until you began tugging, so apparently I can handle you going as far as fisting your hands in my hair, we just have to work on what comes directly after that. In case you didn’t notice, I didn’t pull away this time.”

“You froze.” Tom said, sounding more disappointed in himself than anything else. “That is still a fear response, and I won’t have you fearing me!” He said heatedly.

Jeanette pulled his head down for more kisses. “I don’t fear you.” She said softly against his lips. “Of all the things I feel for you, fear has rarely made the list. I won’t lie and say it hasn’t ever, but those times are few and far between. You have given me no cause to fear in the past two years.” She told him before kissing him.

Tom was slightly mollified by that, but still, he didn’t move to deepen the kiss or get onto the bed.

Jeanette wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled, tumbling him on top of her on the bed. “That’s better.” She said in satisfaction. “Now, kiss me like you mean it!” She ordered him, and Tom growled against her lips, the kiss turning hot and fierce and demanding.

Jeanette arched against Tom, and a hand slid from her ankle, up her leg and into the panties.

“Oh, what’s this? A toy for me?” Tom asked teasingly, and pretences fell away as Harry cancelled the voice-altering spell and began begging.

“Oh, fuck me, Tom! I’ve missed you terribly today, I need it so badly!”

Tom smiled and quickly pulled the panties off, then slid down and took Harry’s cock into his mouth. He hummed around it and Harry arched, crying out as he shoved his cock to the back of Tom’s throat.

Tom relaxed his throat and wandlessly lubed his fingers, sliding one into Harry, testing his readiness.

Harry moaned and pushed back eagerly, emboldening him, and he added a second and began massaging his Dracken’s prostate.

Tom continued to tease him as he added a third, quickly working him open fully. The time for teasing and games was over, and at this point, both of them were too wound up to wait.

He cast a quick contraceptive spell and slicked himself, then slid in.

Harry wailed, and Tom cast a quick silencing charm. “Let’s not advertise who the submissive is while Mulciber still lives here, yes?” He suggested.

Harry groaned. “I hate you. Don’t make me think of him right now!”

Tom grinned wolfishly. “Then don’t. Think of this!” He purred, before grabbing Harry’s legs, hooking his knees over his elbows, and bending the teen nearly in half as he fucked him hard.

Harry shouted his pleasure again, and Tom drove into him, relentlessly driving him closer to his completion.

Tom began to stroke him, and within seconds Harry was coming hard.

“You really were wound up.” Tom commented, then shouted as Harry clamped down in response and practically pulled his orgasm from him.

He collapsed to the side, mostly, but Harry had yanked him partially on top of him at the last second, and he ended up with his bottom half still atop him. “This okay?” He asked.

Harry hummed and smiled, carding his fingers through Tom’s hair. “Yes. I told you we’re going to work past that. You have to put forth enough effort to be willing to risk a backslide if we’re to manage that. It can’t all be me.” He added.

“Fine.” Tom yawned. “Next time let’s discuss that before the act, and I’ll be ready to end things however you want to. I just need warning first.” He said.

“Alright.” Harry pressed a kiss to Tom’s neck. “Let’s get some sleep. I love you.”

Tom hummed happily. “And I love you. Good night, beautiful.”

“Good night.” Harry returned, wrapping his legs around one of Tom’s and drifting to sleep like that.
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