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Harry Tails and More	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Slytherin Frog Prince
- 2-Black Thrushbeard
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A/N ~ I will adding new stories in a series of Fairy Tales, told in the Harry Potter Universe, not all pairings will be HP/DM so I hope you all will enjoy. I also edited some misspellings out too. Warnings: Anal, Angst, BDSM, Oral, M/M, Other

Harry was wandering in the small meadow buried deep in the Forbidden Forest. The spring air arose around him, scents of grass, wild orchids, and the ever-elusive solar tulose filled his nostrils. He looked down and plucked the rare flower. Purple in hue, it had ten star like petals shooting from its heart shaped center, black flecks sparse along the underside. Harry stashed it in a small pocket of his coat, turned and sat on a warm stone overlooking the stream.

The beautiful blue water flowed freely through the middle of that meadow, bringing life and green all around. Harry pondered at this beauty. Several months ago, it would have been desolate if Voldemort had succeeded in taking over. But thanks to all the Order's help Harry was able to face him and destroy him once and for all. Harry just needed something to live for now, his destiny was fulfilled. Harry hoped his newfound potions hobby would help him fill that void left inside.

He bent over, cupped his hands together, to dip into the water and the flower falls from his pocket floating away from him before he could grasp it. He couldn't believe it, he lost it, the last ingredient to the potion that would heal his loneliness. It was something new, a constant cheering potion that lasts a year; he discovered that this rare flower was the key ingredient. Now he would have to wait till next year due to the flower only blooming once a year on March 15th. Harry sat dejectedly on the stone pondering all the nightmares he would have to relive over the next year.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted.

"What ails you, Harry Potter? The misery in your eyes would melt a heart of stone."

Harry looked to see where the voice came from, but there was nothing but a frog stretching its thick ugly head out of the stream.

Not sure he heard right Harry asked the frog, "Did you just speak to me?"

"I can help if you would tell me what is bothering you, Harry." answered the frog.

Harry was a bit surprised, but replied anyway, "I lost the tulose flower downstream, it was an important potions ingredient."

"Don't worry I will retrieve it for you, but I want something in return." the frog said.

"What could I possibly give you that would do you any good?" Harry inquired.

"I want only to be able to sit by you at dinner in the Great Hall, eat from your plate, drink from your cup, and sleep in your bed." the frog supplied.

"I give you my word, as a Gryffindor, it shall be as you say, if you bring the flower to me." Harry answered.

The frog jumped from his perch and dived into the stream and swam hard. Harry lost sight of the frog in a few seconds, hoping that the frog indeed would do as it had said. A few minutes later the Frog's head appeared out of the water with the tulose in its mouth, hopped close to Harry and deposited the flower at his feet.

Harry was ecstatic, pocketed the flower, turned to thank the Frog, but it had disappeared.

"I will remember my promise." Harry said, hoping the frog heard him.

Harry headed back towards Hogwarts, feeling a bit sullen to not have paid the frog back.

During dinner, Harry sat in his spot at the Head Table, as the DADA teacher, it had been his spot for the last three years. He was pushing his food around on his plate lazily, when he felt something tug his trousers. Scooting back to take a look he saw the frog from the meadow, smiled and picked him up and placed him next to his plate.

"What would you care for, my friend?" Harry gestured to the many plates filled with delicious food.

"A bit of strawberry, some chocolate, a leaf of mint, and the eye out of the hogs head." the frog said.

Harry a bit on the queasy side with that selection but tried not to show it and picked each item for his guest and placed it on his own plate for the frog to consume. The Frog ate the eye first, then the chocolate, then the strawberry, and at last the leaf of mint. Harry almost thought he heard a tinkle of bells, but only shook his head dismissing it.

"Would you care for butterbeer, or pumpkin juice?" Harry said offering his hand for the frog to hop on to sip from his cup.

"Pumpkin Juice will do." the frog replied.

At this point in the meal Dumbledore was quirking an eyebrow at Harry's actions, Snape on the other side of Harry looked like he was turning almost as green as the frog.

"Potter, what is the meaning of this, did you get a new pet on your outing, or are you trying to make us all sick?" Snape spat with his usual malice.

"This nice creature helped me today in the forest, I am only repaying his kindness." Harry snorted back.

"It’s a frog, Potter, it’s not like it can talk or anything." Snape shot back, his usual sneer on his face.

Harry thought a moment, and then realized no one but himself could hear the frog, and as if reading his mind the frog replied.

"To anyone, but my intended, I croak. But to my intended, I speak." he said.

Harry perplexed, wondered what the frog had meant by intended. Brushing away the strange sensation that it meant more, Harry just assumed that the frog meant his intended for the conversation.

"Excuse me, Professors, I need to retire." Harry stated as he got up, picked up the frog, and swept out of the Great Hall.

"You will enjoy my bed, it is soft, comfy and big. What may I call you?" Harry asked the frog.

"For now, nothing, but by the end of the evening, You Will know my name." The frog said, and Harry swore he saw it smile.

Harry entered his chambers, and lit some candles, walked into the bedroom and laid the frog down carefully.

"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" Harry asked.

"Kiss me, you goody-two-shoes Gryffindor!"

Harry froze, there was only one time he had heard that line. In a dream long before the war, but the person saying it had been lost since the demise of the Dark Lord. Harry blinked at it.

"You will never achieve true happiness with your potion Harry, kiss me and find out your next destiny." It said, eyes flashing a familiar silver.

Harry hesitantly pursed his lips, not altogether savoring the idea of kissing a frog, slammed his eyes shut, and put a chaste kiss on the top of the frog's head.

Harry immediately felt his body being pushed by a weight greater than his, down into the feathery softness of his bed. His eyes flew open, just to see the lips of the man of his dreams descending to meet his own.

Their lips crushed together, softly at first, until his lover parted his lips with his soft tongue, delved deeper, drinking Harry's moans. Harry broke apart for a brief second only to whisper the name of his lover in his ear.

"Draco..." Harry breathed.

"Mmm... In the flesh... finally." he said with the sexiest grin.

"Talk later, now all I want is you." Harry claimed, and took back Draco's mouth, plunging himself into the sweet nectar of Draco Malfoy.

Draco, who could never resist the Gryffindor charm, melted into the arms of his lover. Deepening the kiss, Draco's hands snaked around Harry's neck, pulling him as close as they could get and still breath. Their tongues searching and melding, tasting and branding, loving and exploring one another. Hands wandering, kneading, grabbing, rubbing and sliding. Sliding lower, and lower yet, cupping each other's passion, then releasing to grind them together.

Harry felt Draco's erection against his own, gyrating in delicious movements, thought the fabric of his now too tight trousers. Reaching to splay his fingers in the golden silk that was Draco's hair, moving his fingers to massage the scalp everywhere and anywhere. Touching Draco was his drug, so intoxicating, so addictive, he had to have more. Harry started to peel off the green turtle neck Draco was wearing, eliciting a muffled groan at the extrication of their lips from one another.

Pale beauty stood before him, Harry gazed lovingly, and rolled Draco under him.

"Do you like torture?" Harry queried, with a delightful gleam in his eyes.

"Depends on who is torturing whom." Draco replied in a whisper, his breathing still labored.

Harry reached for his wand and shook it twice, two silver silk scarves descended from his wand to his waiting palm. Holding them up for Draco to see, he asked cautiously; "May I?"

Draco smiled, pondered, and a grin stole across the whole of his face. "Depends on where this is to take place and how." replying deceptively.

Harry thought a moment before delving into his storage of dreams: he had an idea.

"Come with me." was all he said.

Harry offered his hand to Draco, who accepted, and led him out the door of his chambers. On the way out Harry grabbed his broom. Draco bit back his question, determined to let this play out. He had been dreaming of this since that last battle.

Draco had watched Harry battle Voldemort, he was so beautiful, Draco would do anything to protect him. And he did.

Harry led them out of the main doors, out in the courtyard, paused, then slid on his broom, waiting for Draco to sit behind him. When Draco had settled himself, Harry pushed off, and they were in the air.

"Where are we going?" Draco inquired.

"You will see." Harry said smiling to himself.

Draco saw the Quidditch pitch ease into view, you could barely make anything out due to the darkness, but the moon and the stars were enough. Harry started to climb higher, and Draco held on tighter. Easing the broom to a halt next to the middle hoop at the far end of the field. Harry got the scarves of silk and tied one to each wrist. Draco totally unaware of the idea in his lovers head.

"commodum suspendo compescor!" Harry called and waved his wand in a figure eight.

Draco felt himself lift off the broom, suspended in the middle of the Quidditch hoop and saw the scarves fasten themselves to the top. Yet Draco felt none of his body weight pulling at him, he was suspended, but still it felt comfortable.

"Simple comfort suspending charm I invented." Harry replied distractedly.

How could Harry not be distracted by the sight before him? Beautiful Draco Malfoy suspended before him, his chest bare and glistening in the moonlight. It was pure silver. He had to taste it, he had to lick at each bead of sweat formed and forming. Harry bent down to lick Draco's shoulder, trailing his tongue up to suckle the tender underarm.

"Did you know that every major vein is an erogenous zone, Draco?" Harry whispered in Draco's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"No." he whimpered in reply.

"I will show you." Harry mouthed as he moved to kiss upward on Draco's arm.

Draco shuddered and moaned, leaning into Harry's kiss. Harry's fingers are feathering light touches all over Draco's skin, as his mouth moved to press his tongue on the pulsing vein on Draco's wrist. Draco quaked under that tantalizing pressure. Harry pulled the pulse in his mouth, rolling the skin covered vein over his teeth gently.

"Ahhh..." Draco was moaning louder now.

Harry moved up and took one finger in his heated mouth, licking up each side of the finger, paying attention to the sensitive part where the fingers connect. He swirled his tongue around the tip of it, gently massaging and pushing it. Harry pulled a second finger in his mouth, and as he did so, he watched Draco start to buck.

"Harry, please...Merlin!"

Harry made sure each digit got an equal laving and savoring with his mouth. He was going to devour every inch of Draco even if it took all night, and every ounce of control he had.

Harry maneuvered his broom over to Draco's other arm and started moving from the top down with his mouth, first the fingers, then the wrist, inside of the elbow, soft spot of flesh just above his underarm, and then the arm pit itself. The erotic smell and bitter taste of Draco's expensive deodorant, was taking Harry on his own rollercoaster ride. Nibbling that sensitive area dealt heated electric blows to Draco's level of pleasure, it was skyrocketing. Draco wanted to explode in his pants, but held on for a bit longer.

Harry, sensed his lovers need, but still carried on with his ravishing. Harry was now licking his lips at the sight of that pale collarbone in front of him. The milky flesh, moved like velvet over his tongue. Harry searched higher, for that vein pulsing at the side of Draco's neck, and sucked it inside his mouth to play with it. Each roll of the vein over Harry's teeth, each slight tug, suckling, was driving Draco close to insanity. He wanted to use his hands so bad to kiss his lover, or move his lover where he wanted him, but he was helpless, so exposed. Draco thought he couldn't get any harder than he already was, but with the last thought, it was getting almost painful, how hard he was.

Harry caught the slight pained whimper that escaped out of Draco, reached down, swiping his hands expertly over the fastenings, and the pants dropped into the darkness. Harry lowered his broom so that his face was parallel with the marvelous chest before him. Large expanse of snow-white skin, with two small pebbled red nipples. Harry felt it hard to choose, so he took both in his hands and tweaked, then bent towards the left and tasted the first, lavishing it with pure liquid heat.

"Harry!" Draco's scream sounded mangled, "You're consuming me!"

"That's the point love." Harry chuckled.

Harry's hands spread out over Draco's belly, caressing, tracing and learning. He sucked in that naval, playing with it in his mouth, dipping his tongue in and out.

Harry was so close, close enough to smell the enticing aroma of arousal. Harry let a hot breath envelop the tip through the cotton fabric.

"Ohhhh..." Draco moaned then sighed in utter relief.

Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he slowly slid the pants down letting them also fall, gently placed a light kiss to the head of Draco's wet cock.

Looking into the silver eyes, he grinned, maneuvering so that he was face to face with the pale toes of his lover. Draco merely grunted, out of frustration. Harry took to licking each toe generously, kissing the ankles, planting one fiery kiss after another up each leg in intervals.

"Harry.... Please..." Draco whimpered.

Harry nuzzled the soft flesh of Draco's thigh, and murmured back.

"When I taste you, I want my soul to feel you come."

Draco's was almost undone, he was holding on to every last thread of control. Harry moved, his mouth hovering just over Draco's cock.

"Let it go." he whispered, Then plunged Draco over the edge of Love's Niagara Falls.

"Oh... Merlin!... Harrrrrrrrrrryyyyy!" Draco screamed with his climax.

Over whelmed Harry came as he drank the sweet and salty essence of his lover. Both men spent, Harry mustered his strength, hovered just high enough to wrap his arms around Draco's waist.

"Delitrius." Harry whispered, vanishing the bonds that held Draco to the Quidditch hoop.

"Apparate!"

Harry, Draco and broom appeared in Harry's Quarters. Draco holding on tightly. Harry laid him on the bed.

"Accio clothes!"

After about a minute Draco's clothes landed softly on the chair by the bed. Harry slid next to his lover and gathered him close.

"Harry?" Draco murmured.

"Hmm." Harry grunted.

"Thought we couldn't apparate inside Hogwarts." Draco continued.

"Hmm, Special members of a certain order can..." Harry replied.

"Oh. What order?" Draco asked, stifling a yawn.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Harry said softly.

"Ok..." Draco sighed.

"Good night my Moon Prince." Harry whispered.

"Good night, my Love." Draco replied sleepily.

And They Lived Happily Ever After.

~The End *Please review*
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