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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nine
Draco had enjoyed a good two hours with Jaz after his classes studying the ring and asking questions about beasts. He joined the man in dinner, with Severus stopping in from time to time to discuss the blood based potion they were working on and to eat as well. The two men were comforting personalities, Snape having long been a quiet protector once Draco had realized the man's loyalty to Dumbledore. He had offered support to see Draco safe when he had refused the dark mark last year. Draco had not thought of anywhere to turn when his parents were jailed and the Ministry was tearing through Malfoy Manor. Severus had contacted the Zabinis to open their house to Draco, and had given him a decent summer out of it.
Jaz was a bit different, more distracted and less known, but very easy to talk to about the fucking mess sitting outside the door waiting for him. The specialist showed no embarrassment or even misgiving in any of it, as if the wild, hot need roiling off of Potter was as everyday as a breathing. He acted as if the way Draco felt maddened and out of control just at the slightest scent of it was to be expected and accepted.
Hell, Draco was pretty sure the man thought it was a desirable thing to have in one's life, to feel crazed at even the thought of a particularly hot body—no matter if not the conventional shape Draco had been told to expect those feelings to come in. Considering magic was such an anomaly, and yet so readily accepted in Draco's life, he wondered if this too may one day be accepted.
Draco had hesitated at first, when Severus had walked through again to ask another question of Jaz, only to have Jaz still talking quite blatantly about how natural it was for Draco to react to Potter's animalistic energy. But his head of house did not seem disturbed or repulsed by it, or even surprised, going so far as to adding something to the conversation quite fluidly before disappearing again. Draco thought maybe, maybe the man would not think him a terrible person for being gay, and very much wanting to be fucked by Potter beyond any reasonable restraint.
“I don't know how to break it to you, Draco, but the feeling isn't going to go away.” Jaz hummed softly, sipping his cocoa. “It's not something you can just wrangle into a ball inside and ignore. The mating urge is very much designed so that it can't be ignored with magical creatures. They're so rare, the only way they have existed so long is to ensure their survival through companionship and mating.”
Draco wrinkled his nose, a rather terrible thought coming to mind. “It's not mating, Jaz. Not like breeding. We're both males. It's sex, if anything.”
Jaz quirked a brow behind his dark frames. “No, but you are still a magical animal. I'm one, and when the mating urge hits with someone compatible, its not just sex. It's companionship, the want to raise a family, and to strengthen in the community to protect your growing family. How that family may come to be will vary, either through breeding, adoption or magical manipulation of dna, but the underlying base urges are still there. You might not be noticing them right now, very much focused on that very hot, overwhelming feeling whenever around him, but believe me, it is there, driving things beneath the surface.”
Shrugging at the notion, Draco scowled lightly at the table. “I don't even want that with the one my mother has picked for me—I'm pretty damn terrified of raising a magical child and having it turn out to be like my parents or many deranged relatives. Let's face it, I have no experience for loving something, having barely had it for myself. A child would just suffer around someone like me.”
“That is some heavy shit, kid,” Jaz said softly, tapping his nails lightly on the table. “And I think you're just a bit too deep in your situation to see yourself clearly. I don't know you well, but I know you're not that. You're still in your selfish years, like most kids your age, and yet you keep sacrificing for others every chance you get. You're not that fucked that you need to worry about becoming that empty thing claiming to be your mother.”
“But she is my mother. That deranged, manipulative, self-serving woman that would rather I follow into jail than be happy and do things I feel are right, is my flesh and blood. What fucking chance do I have to be a decent human being?” Draco sipped at his own hot chocolate, watching the melted marshmallow foam float in soothing patterns.
“You can't blame the boy, McVicar,” Severus muttered, smoothly taking a seat next to Draco with a fresh cup of tea steaming in hand. The potion was in the next stage and needed little attention for a good seven hours still. “You were muggleborn—and likely had a completely different experience since also magical creature. The Malfoys and every pureblood out there shames anyone with the traits, even though their ancestors sought to mate with the creatures to begin with to gain the amazing power they bestowed. The lines are damn twisted and full of the deranged, power-hungry, and plain soulless, as if somehow feeling was just bred out.”
Jaz shrugged, having not had much experience with purebloods beyond the few pretending to not be while seeking his help. “Is this a first hand thing, Severus? Do you deny children because of your family history as well? I have a feeling all you purebloods are going to die out pretty damn soon.”
“No, my reasons are a bit more complicated... Ones that may change, now that the Dark Lord is dead, and I have less fear of needing to protect one of my own, never mind so many of the children in this castle.”
“And would these potential offspring be of your genetic making?” Jaz pressed, eyes flicking to Severus's dark form.
Raising his cup to his lips, Severus blew lightly on his tea and ignored the blatant question of his sexuality. “I am concerned about my nonhuman genetics ending with me, if that is what you're asking.”
“I knew it,” Jaz said with a lazy smile, stretching out on the table very much like a cat, and staring intently.
Draco blinked up at his professor. “So you're... like me?”
Severus nodded, meeting his eyes. “Not on the same level, not the same creature or intensity. But yes, I have some traits in my blood. The Snapes have a sordid history of the beasts, one that has been difficult to hide. It was what allowed me to fight the dark mark and His influence on me all those many years. Also why I have some sensitivity...” He trailed off, glancing to the very content looking white haired man before them.
“Sensitivity,” Jaz echoed, dark lips splitting to a rather vicious grin as he ran his eyes over Severus.
“McVicar here clearly has little care of propriety, being raised by muggles and a damn near outcast anyways,” Severus continued, eyes narrowing at the annoying man. “He can get away with being who he is, mostly because he has made a name for himself in his field, not to mention a pretty knut or two, and doesn't have to keep up appearances. Potter will be okay in that department as well, if we can get him back alive.”
Severus turned his gaze to Draco, who was trying not to smile at Jaz's blatant interest at Snape. He was pretty sure the strange man just really liked to irritate his head of house. “You, Draco, well, it will be different. Your parents and your name are already so shamed after Voldemort's fall. Even if you could separate yourself from their failure with helping restore Potter, it's difficult to say it would be enough for you not to be completely outcast from society if you were revealed to be a beast.”
Draco frowned, not sure if he really gave a crap anymore. He was young still, and the ring prevented him from having to worry about such a thing happening. But a small, wicked voice inside him couldn't help but point out to him just how life could be if he were just a beast.
A beast wouldn't give in to expectations—wouldn't even fucking care about his family name and the need to redeem it after his parents had soaked it in blood and hate. He could pursue whatever life he wanted. He could even have a life with Potter for as long as the boy was around, seen or unseen depending on the circumstances. And as a beast, maybe his eyes and ears would wake up, see and hear Potter so every fucking delicious touch wasn't so unseen...
Wouldn't that be a surprise for the invisible boy? One day Draco might just find Potter, touching him, teasing and taunting him until he just couldn't hold back anymore and take him.
Heated thoughts swirling in his head, Draco watched as Jaz gave another stretch, tongue slowly licking over his sharp teeth as he stared his scowling potions professor down. Could Draco ever be like that? So fucking confident, not only in his inner beast and power, but also in what his body so readily wanted every time around Harry?
Draco sighed, resting his head on his hands. Harry might be dead in weeks. Waking the beast up to spend a lifetime as an outcast would likely be less fun alone.
Draco wasn't a beast, he was just a boy. One that gave in to pressure, and held his ground on the few really important things that mattered. Having his life for himself—for some reason that just wasn't one of the important things. Probably because he just couldn't envision really wanting anything for himself. He had spent many a month deciding he was going to die instead of joining Voldemort. Maybe in doing that he had given away his will to live...
Decided he'd had enough, and the ring not currently needed for anymore testing, Draco slipped it back on, letting his stomach lurch around his dinner until he grew used to it. “Thank you for dinner, sirs. And for helping me understand some things.” He nodded to the two of them, standing unsteadily as dizziness swayed him a moment. It didn't seem to want to let up, blackness edging his vision, but Draco pushed through, knowing the ring would relent eventually.

Draco shut the door behind him, eyes scanning the hallway for Harry, knowing the boy would not make himself known to him. If just the awareness of Harry's energy had such an effect of Draco, even with the ring on, what did seeing Draco do to Harry? Draco might never get to know. He might never get to see Harry and his reactions to him, or even know his own reactions to seeing the wild boy. Still quite dizzy, Draco leaned his hand on the wall, holding it carefully as he slowly walked back towards his room.
It was the first time Draco had tried to walk so soon after putting the ring on, and he was realizing very quickly it was a bad idea. Darkness kept tickling at his vision, his balance off—but in a way that he didn't notice until halfway through a step and feeling confident. He kept lurching almost drunkenly as a result. Suddenly he could feel Harry, hovering as if to help him, but still holding back, Draco managing awkwardly alone.
“It's just the ring, Potter. I put it on right before leaving and I'm dizzy.” He assured quietly, trying with difficulty to keep his eyes open as he felt Harry's energy licking at him and scent surrounding him, threatening to overwhelm even though the boy was not even touching him. Draco took another step, nearly smacking his head into the wall, and Harry grabbed him firmly by the back of his neck, his large hand clamping down, fingers curving tight and holding Draco up steady in the simple, hot touch.
Draco swallowed, not able to walk, his legs feeling very weak with the touch, even though Harry was holding him upright. “I know you're trying to help...” he whispered, lips parting to release the sudden pants of air coming out his throat as Draco found his chest heaving, heart pounding in his ears as Harry continued to just hold him level. The boy was using such careless, perfect strength that Draco felt nearly defenseless, shooting sparks of something dangerous through him just thinking of it.
“Potter... I really need you to let me go.” Draco tried again, his knees now actually giving out at the admission of just how far gone he was feeling from just a fucking touch. He grabbed the wall, but didn't need to, Harry's hand holding him firmly, compensating indiscernible so Draco was still exactly how he had been, but without his legs supporting him.
“My god... my god, you are powerful...” Draco moaned softly, not understanding when that had become such a fucking appealing trait to him, but knowing it really, absolutely was.
Harry's breath was on his face, brushing hot right next to his mouth. Even though Draco knew he would not be able to see the boy, he opened his eyes because he wanted Harry to see him. He wanted those predatory eyes to see just what he fucking did to him, just by holding him up by his neck. “Is this... is this why you've been avoiding me, Potter? Because just one fucking touch from your hand can completely devastate me?”
The fingers tightened on his neck and Draco moaned again, low and keening. He felt Harry's flat tongue licking up the side of his mouth, finding and tasting the saliva that was somehow already dripping from him. Harry's touch made Draco salivate, made his knees break, and his body burn, and god—made him so unbearably hard, made him ache inside at the mere thought that the boy might take him. Harry licked him again, slow and roughly from chin to the top of his gasping lips. And then dipping in his wide mouth, tongue finding Draco's while Harry covered his lips with his own, licking him thoroughly inside his mouth as well.
“Oh my god... holy fuck...” Harry's hand was forcefully lowering him down, bringing Draco to his knees while his face slid down Harry's hard body, tongue flicking out to taste skin from the boy's chest, naval, fuck and then fuck—! Short, wiry hair, Harry's hard hot length bobbing against Draco's chin and jaw as he was pushed down even further.
Draco couldn't stop the noise that came out of him, something loud and needy and fucking desperate for what he was certain was about to happen while he knelt in the god damn hallway, mouth hanging wide open and looking all the world like he was alone.
Fuck, Potter could soak him in cum, and no one would fucking know.
Harry smelled of heavy, warm musk, his pubic hair sweaty and rough on Draco's nose as he moved his face down, rubbing into the trail and licking his tongue everywhere he could reach, just above where he could feel Harry's dick twitching. Draco opened his eyes, lapping his tongue out, soaking the boy with his saliva to see, to fucking see what he was going to be choking on. “Shit... holy shit...”
Panting roughly, he followed the thick length up with his tongue, over smooth hot flesh and spreading as much hot fluid as he could produce over the column, staring in growing, awful wonder at just how fucking big Harry's cock was. “Holy fuck... you're huge...”
Either Harry was very shy about just how goddamn incredibly hung he was, or Draco was just too irresistible with his tongue hanging out while he gaped wide mouthed at the sight, but Harry took the next moment to shove his large cock down Draco's throat. Whimpering, Draco did not resist, opening wide, tongue flattening and then pressing up to meet the thick flesh while Harry held him in place by the back of his neck. He reached his hands out, grabbing Harry's thighs, feeling the damp flesh and tight muscle as he gripped hard and gave in completely.
Harry's cock was so large it completely dominated his mouth, stealing his breath and senses and leaving Draco just a fucking mess of heat and want as he tried not to choke on the hard head hitting the back of his throat. Draco could not keep his eyes off of right in front of his mouth, nearly cross-eyed as he watched his saliva coat and reveal Harry's thick dick as it began to slowly thrust in and out of his mouth in shallow pumps.
This was his first time sucking cock, and he was fairly certain he was missing some of the experience as Harry forced his head to stay still. The fucking feel of the mammoth size splitting his lips wide and making his jaw sore was likely still the same, seen or not. That Harry was taking him—god, didn't even fucking ask, didn't even fucking properly kiss him—had just licked him like an indecent animal and then pushed him to his fucking knees and started fucking his mouth—that was fucking intense. Draco was fairly certain he was going to come, probably before Harry did, he was that fucking overcome by how things had gone from tripping down the school hall, to on his knees sucking huge, invisible cock.
Draco furrowed his brow, a groan sticking in his throat as he realized Harry was already there, already fucking there, swelling in his mouth, the underside of his thickness pulsing on Draco's tongue.
Fuck, and he was pulling out. Draco closed his eyes to keep from being blinded by the hot streams of cum hitting his face, his cheeks and nose and forehead. Harry rubbed his dick all over him, obscenely moving the hot fluid into his face, slicking it around while Draco moaned over and over again around the hot flesh and sticky fluid. He was pretty sure he was going to fucking faint... or cum... or bend over and beg Harry to fuck him... If he didn't fucking die of want first...
Harry hauled Draco up to his unsteady feet, pushing him back against the stone wall and crushing him with his body and grinding him in place. He licked up half the side of Draco's face, tasting his cum and cock and Draco's spit and sweat with one long swipe. He was saying something Draco couldn't hear, but he had a feeling it was fucking dirty and wrong, and sexy as all fuck.
Oh, it had to have been fucking dirty, because Harry's free hand was reaching between them, grabbing Draco's straining cock and wrapping his thick fingers around it. “Oh god... fuck... fuck, not out here... not where anyone... oh god... stop...” Harry kissed him, that damn tongue of his choking Draco's protests as the perverted fuck continued to jerk him off, Draco's clothes revealing nothing except how fucking hard he was as he tented his pants. And then Draco was bucking, body so fucking tight as he came against Harry's hard, strong body grinding him back painfully into the wall.
“Fuck... holy fuck...” Draco wasn't able to stop whimpering, his body on fire, his hole aching and somehow fucking hornier with his orgasm than before. “Stop Potter... oh fuck, come on... no more...” He groaned, the fucking beast turning Draco, pushing his face up into the wall, and then kneeling and licking up his ass crack. How Harry could fucking know that Draco was aching there—or fuck, was he aching there because Harry fucking wanted him to be?
Draco could believe it at this point, could easily believe that his body was nothing more than a fucking puppet for the beastly Potter. There was no soft touch this time, no suspenseful tease and then sudden absence. Harry grabbed Draco's hips hard and drove his hot tongue into his tight hole while Draco bit his hand to keep from screeching. Harry licked him thoroughly, pushing against the sides of his hole, teasing and thrusting, pushing and sucking, until Draco didn't know who he was anymore. Harry didn't stop until he was satisfied with his new width and deep taste, until Draco was a quivering, gasping, whimpering creature of want and need, sobbing on the wall where anyone could happen to walk by and see.
Finally Harry relented, stood and grabbed Draco by the chin. He turned Draco's face to the side, and stuck two fingers into his moaning mouth, slicking them wet so that Draco could see them with his saliva dripping down. And then Draco watched, wide eyed, as the fingers moved down behind him, head turning to follow as Harry breathed on his neck. A wet stain appeared on Draco's trousers where Harry's fingers passed right through, the material collecting the spit while Harry probed and then shoved his fingers deep into Draco's hole.
Draco cried out, body bucking forward from the feel of Harry plunging roughly into him, pushing him forward with the force of it, slamming his head into the wall. Harry licked up his throat, long, frantic swipes, and then one hard bite, digging sharp teeth in and making Draco yelp from the pain. Draco spread his legs wider, pushing back into Harry's body, knowing what was coming next and needing it so bad. The fingers were removed, leaving him feeling so empty, but that was okay, because now there was room for Harry's huge dick to fuck him and take him just like he needed it.
Strong hand once again back on his neck, Draco gasped, the world spinning, sneakers scuffling on the floor as Harry began to drag him down the corridor to his room. The door opened in front of him, and Harry pushed him forward, the boy's presence remaining on the other side of the door as it slammed behind him and Draco fell to the ground.
Moments later, when the room finally stopped spinning, Draco grabbed at his pants, tearing at his fly and pulling the material off his heated skin, along with his underwear. Draco got to his hands and knees weakly, sweat dripping down his face while he shook and lined up two of his fingers behind him. Then, eyes fluttering shut, he plunged in and began fucking his hole desperately.
“Fucking... fucking... need you, Harry... My god... fucking need you... to finish... what you... started...” He was completely overcome, tears and sweat streaming down his face to join the cum Harry had left there while Draco begged and groaned and desperately rode his fingers. “Fuck me, Potter... come on, you fucking dick... what a fucking dick... put it in me... and fuck me...” He grunted hoarsely, eyes rolling back as Draco came again, the feel of his fingers inside his tight channel all he needed, not even anything touching his dick, he was that far fucking gone with need.
And then he broke down, not quite sure why he was fucking breaking down, except that he was still just so full of fucking need, absolutely aching, every inch of him in need for Harry. Draco knew, just fucking knew it wouldn't relent until he went to him. He needed Harry to fuck him. Draco needed to go and spread to the boy and be fucked, or this ache would never fucking stop.
That thought in mind, he began wiping the cooling seed from his face, unseen but easily felt. Back on his knees, Draco forced Harry's cum into his hole, pushing it in deep, moaning at just how fucking lost and depraved he was to be doing it, but needing it so bad and unable to stop. He ran his fingers hastily back over his face, trying not to think of what he was wiping there, just to collect any fluid he might have missed, and shoving his fingers in deep again.
Fuck, four days ago Draco had never even touched his ass, still fucking confused on just how much he might really like boys. Now... fuck, now he was forcing cum up there just to cool the fucking ache inside that was begging to be filled with cock. He was so fucked.
Draco lay panting on the floor, two fingers twisting deep inside him while he gasped for air and tried to calm his burning body and racing mind. He could see his other hand, the fucking ring still firm on his finger, determined to remind him that he was not a beast. No he was just a really fucked up boy in absolute, unbearable need. Need that was slowly calming as Harry's scent faded.
Having Harry's cum all over his face had not helped the madness, but now not breathing it in so thickly, Draco was starting to come back to himself. Understanding, he untangled his shaking body, pushed to his feet to stumble to the shower and wash the scent away. And hopefully, hopefully, stop the ache.
It was working. Slowly, so fucking slowly, Draco stopped throbbing for it, no longer enough of whatever chemicals Harry produced to drive him wild. Oh god... except, fuck, the cum inside still.
Swallowing hard, Draco leaned against the shower tile wall, spreading his legs wide, running his fingers around his sore hole. He began massaging in, sliding soap slicked fingers in and out in the hopes of cleaning it out. It felt so good with the soap to make things move so much easier. Fuck, they got even deeper this way, with no resistance.
He wasn't cleaning himself, Draco realized after tight, sweaty minutes of listening to his slick fingers slap in his aching hole. He was definitely fucking himself again. Moaning, he added a third, slicked with more soap, loving how it stung when he twisted the mess of fingers in. They didn't reach as far, but they were fucking thick, and Draco needed thick so bad right now. Fuck, even without the scent. Fuck... fuck...
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his body tensing, channel clenching around his fingers so tight, right before he came again, all over the slippery tile. It wasn't fucking normal. Three fucking orgasms within half an hour... not fucking right...
“Fuck, Harry... what the fuck have you done to me?”

Harry had to leave. There was no other fucking option besides staying and taking what he wanted from Draco. Once throwing Draco in his room he started walking and kept going, jumping out the nearest window until he was out into the night and walking away from the castle. While he walked, he yelled, roaring first into the hallways, and then into the night sky.
“I was fine—fucking fine! Hours sitting in that hallway, fucking fine! My god, what the fuck is wrong with me! How does he fuck me up like this!”
One look. Draco had stepped out, eyes glancing at the floor while his hand lingered, fingers gripping lightly as he pulled the door shut behind. Harry had watched, because he couldn't not, not even when the glow was dim and Draco's beast was confined. And then the boy had looked up, straight ahead, silver eyes right at where Harry was resting across from the door, Draco's expression open and completely unguarded for one short frozen moment.
It had been the look of prey. Feet away, completely blind to the peril right there before him, Draco had slipped out the door in front of Harry as if he had not even been waiting for him. Something hot had shuddered through Harry, dangerous and growing hotter when Draco had stumbled, and then continued to stumble, leaning against the wall just to fucking move. Weak prey, so easy to chase... so oblivious...
Harry had found himself stalking forward first, following and watching while Draco wavered down corridors. Then Harry had pressed into Draco's space just so the boy could know he was there, and sense him, and fear like he was supposed to. But Draco had not been afraid, he had tried to be reassuring, as if it was concern that had brought Harry behind him, inching closer, breathing deep of his scent and waiting for him to slip.
With just one hand pinning the boy and Draco finally, finally understanding what strength was before him—the boy's heart racing, sweat dripping, crystal eyes so fucking wide—Harry had drunk it in and had been nearly lost. That pretty pale boy had been so eager, so wanton, so easy. All Harry had to do was take him, have him, and never would anything come between them again. Not Narcissa and fiancées, not meddling professors and specialist, or even jewelry, or barrier magic, or fucking doors or clothes—nothing would have kept Draco from Harry after that.
But when Harry had bitten Draco, that initial questing taste for blood of his very soon to be mate, he had not tasted Draco properly. His blood had been bland, nearly unappetizing, and hardly tasting like Draco. It had to be the ring. Harry had remembered Draco's blood being perfectly delicious just the other day, tasting off of the boy's arm.
It had been enough to pull Harry from the haze, confused by the lack of connection long enough to hide Draco away.
“Fuck... will it matter? I could just go back—take the fucking ring off him. It's not like he'd fight me... Stop—stop thinking like that! Bad! That's fucking bad shit thoughts!”
Harry crouched, touching soft ground with nothing to slam his fists into. “Not a toy—he is not a toy. He is a fucking full human being, with god damn thoughts, and emotions, and the right to choose things, and I need to stop this fucking thing inside of me that doesn't care.”
Power was bubbling up in him, roaring around him as it frothed like wrathful waves. Harry looked up, watching the bright dark energy licking around, jolting with his anger and need—that was the problem, wasn't it? All those god damn perfectly good reasons for not touching Draco did not take into consideration that one intense, undeniable, aching need Harry had to touch him.
He needed Draco.
Somehow, naming it calmed the rage inside. Not the need, that still burned like an inferno, but Harry did not have to rage against himself and the world over it. As long as he could identify, and accept that he needed Draco, and not act on that, perhaps he could still continue. Harry was already going without so many things he had once thought to need; air, food, water, sleep, conversation, affection. Hell, some things Harry had gone without for much longer than people were meant to, such as love from a family and parents, security from deranged murderous wizards, companionship with someone that truly understood him.
Touch—because for how long truly had Harry gone without touching another human being? There had been quick rare embraces from Hermione or a Weasley very far spaced between. And before then, just his parents, for no Dursley had any touch for Harry besides a punishing one. He had survived without these things.
Touching Draco was the only lifespark Harry had ever really felt inside him, and his body kept seeking it out... Even when Harry's mind fought to keep some sort of propriety. Harry could still survive, even without fulfilling this new need.
As if his body was in disagreement, power sparked painfully over Harry's chest, this time so strong it felt as if he had been stabbed. He clutched, gasping in pain, eyes flying open to fall on movement in the trees at the edge of the forest he had found himself to be near.
It was glowing and white, like Draco. But it was not the boy, not human at all. Sleek and sinewy, it looked like some sort of cross between a deer and a dragon, scaled body dotted with feathers, legs elegant, but not as long, and tipped with claws instead of hooves. Almost dog-like, but not quite that either, with a longer body. It had a serpentine tail and feathered head, and as it noticed Harry staring back, it revealed sharp, deadly teeth while it growled menacingly at him.
Something in Harry bristled up, and he growled back, low and angry and much fucking bigger and meaner until the creature backed away and disappeared into the forest again.
That thing was what Malfoy had to have been talking about. Creatures living in the Forbidden Forest that the boy could sense, but could not see. Dangerous creatures, that could hurt Harry while in his condition, and could hurt Draco anytime they pleased, the boy blind to them until they were right upon them.
Harry stared out into the dark for the next hour, waiting to see if the thing would return. It didn't. Harry could not leave, not with creatures like that around and possibly a threat to Draco. He would have to find a way to control himself. And if not that, avoid the boy completely. Maybe... maybe the barrier was the way to go.
Harry turned back towards the castle, walking slowly and with intent. Was he so weak that he could not protect Draco from himself? Here he was staying to protect the boy from potential threats when Harry was certainly the most dangerous thing with access to Draco. He would have to figure out something, some resistance to the need. Things could not continue as they were, Harry knew at least that much.
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