A/N: I know I know I need to update my other fics but I couldn't write a single goddamn thing until I got this out of the way. I don't even know where this idea came from but I had thought it died a long time ago but it didn't. This is obviously not a one shot but there is going to be tons of sex. Oh and can anyone beta for me please...?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything...If I owned this it would be very different and much smuttier. To bad I don't own it many of us would be quite happy.
Warnings:..hmmm stealing children, bad dumbles(when do I ever make him good?), ron bashing, Yaoi, Yuri, Kinkyness, AU sorta, not going near books 5, or 6. Might change a little from the others. This is a creature fic. If I think of any other warnings I'll edit and put them up.
Summary: This is Harry's last chance to find out the truth. The truth about who and what he is and what his true destiny is. Hopefully he'll be up for it...in more ways than one. H(dominant)/D(submissive), GW/BZ, HG/PP, RL/SS, OFC/OMC Let the fun begin.
Good Morning Beautiful...:
A voice... a song..'bright green eyes so much like his own gazed down at him lovingly. But these weren't his mother's eyes these were someone else's.
These had been the only components to Harry Potter's dreams as of late. And tonight's dream was no different. The same song was played and the same smiled was given.
Sitting up in his bed Harry reached for his glasses and expertly put them on his face before he even began to think about these dreams. He knew they weren't horrifying or painful so old Voldie could be ruled out. There was nothing in these dreams that seemed to warn him of anything dangerous, that, out of the way, only left the dreams of his past.
But if that was the case then who was that woman with the soft voice that comforted him so well? Why did her eyes mirror his even better than those of his mother? And if she was indeed part of his past then where was she now and what was she doing?
Harry groaned softly in frustration he had been having the same conversation with himself every night for the past two weeks now and it still got him nowhere closer to finding out who she was and what the dreams meant.
Falling back onto his pillow he stared at the ceiling wishing he knew who that woman was. That smile was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was for him and him alone. He didn't even have a picture of his parents smiling like that. For a moment he thought he could hear the song in his head now. Listening closely and remembering he started to hum it to himself.
Feel my love, feel my soul it's so magical.
Take my hand, make me whole it's so magical...
The words died on his lips as the rest of the words and tune eluded him. Well he was happy with this though. This was more than he had before. But now that he had this partial tune and words they weren't leaving him. They just kept replaying over and over in his head.
He closed his eyes softly trying to recall Bher/B voice singing the words and soon it was that very thought/memory that did send him off into a very deep and well resting sleep. One that he hadn't had in years. But that voice was a constant. Constantly calling, constantly soothing, constantly urging, constantly remembering.
The next morning he awoke before the others but he felt so awake that he was shocked himself. He never slept this well. Smiling he hoped that this was a good sign and a good start for the day. Moving silently about he went to the showers.
Once he stepped under the hot spray he sighed. Closing his eyes and relaxing an image came to him. This one far different than the ones he had been getting in his dreams. No this one had nothing to do with anything but sex. It was a naked and horny Draco Malfoy.
His secret crush's skin was slightly flushed from arousal and there was a gorgeous blush across his face. He was panting slightly and his eyes were liquid silver with a storm of lust over top.
Harry's length hardened almost instantly of this picture coming to mind. He had started wanking a long time ago but it was only recently that they became intense. They had become intense as soon as Malfoy had started being the star in all of them. It had taken much time and many aching erections to finally admit to himself that he did indeed fancy Draco fucking hot Malfoy.
Reaching down to stroke his erection he imagined that it was his gorgeous Draco reaching for his sensitive cock. His fingers wrapped around him as he started to gently stroke at the piece of meat. Draco watched Harry avidly making sure that he was doing this right and doing it well.
Harry didn't know why but in all of his fantasies Draco was always a virgin. He doubted that the real Draco was a virgin and it pissed him off but that's what fantasies were for.
Harry's stroking picked up the pace as he imagined Draco leaning forward and tentatively licking the head of the swollen erection. Gently lapping at it Draco gathered up the drops of precome that were constantly revealing themselves. Shifting slightly Draco positioned himself so that he could easily take Harry into his mouth. And that is exactly what he did.
Harry yelped softly as he squeezed his pulsing member suddenly. The image of his dragon taking his cock into that sinful mouth of his was almost to much for him to bear without cumming. Biting his lip Harry held back just barely in order to finish his fantasy fully.
Draco's mouth went down as far as he could having never done this before yet still wanting to do it perfectly. He ran his tongue around the hardness in his mouth before he started a gentle suction. Harry tangled his hands into the silver blond hair of his angel as the said boy upped the suction to an almost unbearable level.
Nothing felt so good as his mate's mouth around him. Pleasuring him and only him. The idea that he was the only one to ever get such pleasure. With a muffled shout of his Slytherin's name Harry came and fell from his fantasy. Still muttering it took him a moment to realize that he was chanting the words 'mine', 'mate', and 'Draco'.
Looking back he realized that he had thought of the Slytherin as 'his mate' then too. Shocked but too sated to care Harry pushed the thought to the back of his mind as the water finished washing off the evidence of his activities. Turning off the water and then drying and dressing himself he headed back out to the dorm room.
His clothes consisted of blue jean that fit his ass and stayed up with out a belt yet they were baggy around his legs like he'd become accustomed to. They were comfy and he looked hot as hell in them. His T-shirt was skin tight and black. It covered his upper arms so that only a hint of his tattoo was showing.
He had other tattoos that he gotten over the summer along with his piercing. He had mainly done it to piss off the Dursley's but he had also wanted them for a long time too. The tattoos were all his designs and he got them at a muggle shop just to make sure he was not recognized. The piercings that he had gotten were just a spur of the moment thing that he didn't regret one bit. He now wanted to get his eyes fixed to complete his new look but didn't have the time over the summer. Besides he was going to shop soon.
He wrote a note out for Ron and left it in plain sight on his bed. Before grabbing his books and heading down for an early breakfast.
Needless to say the halls were mostly empty but that didn't bother him. It just gave him more time to think about his dreams and the woman in them. Stopping suddenly he listened. He could have sworn that he had heard that woman's voice just now starting up her song for him. But listening for a few minutes he heard nothing and chalked it up to his mind playing tricks on him.
What he wouldn't give to know who that woman was and why she meant so much to him. The only thing he knew he would never give up was Draco and if that was the price then he could live without knowing the truth.
Arriving at the Great Hall he strode in and sat down in his normal seat, taking in who was up and who was not. Surprisingly Draco was up but he didn't look happy about being up.
Wonder what he's pissed 'bout
Draco view kinda
Draco was NOT happy. How could he have been considering the dream he had woken up from. Actually the nightmare...
He was having a good dream about nothing when all of a sudden he was in a room. He was naked and panting. It had taken him a moment to realize why but there next to him had been Ha┘Potter┘naked┘completely naked┘
Without knowing why he suddenly wanted nothing more than to please him to make him yearn for no one else.
No matter what.
He knew nothing about sex and was actually slightly ashamed about being a virgin but he knew in the long run it really wouldn't matter. At least he didn't think it would. There was just no one around that he wanted and could have as well. It wasn't like he didn't get offers from both guys and girls but he really was not interested in any of them...
But anyway he had suddenly wanted Har...Potter to get off because of him. He reached out tentatively while all the while thinking 'WTF'. As soon as his hand came in contact with that amazing member he knew nothing else. He had stroked it and then when he wanted more he had willingly gone down and swallowed for him.
Then to top it off he woke up with a fucking hard-on that was already leaking tremendously. He hated it. He hated masturbating it had no use to him. So when he did need to do it he did it reluctantly. Only this time he now had a fantasy to go with so he finished quicker than ever.
He didn't even bother with his usual lay in today, no he got up, cleaned off, got dressed and fixed up for the day and headed for breakfast in an extremely sour mood.
Today was obviously not his day.
When the doors open to let someone in he had looked up and his mood instantly worsened. There was Potter strutting in like he owned the damn place, and that he was having a good day too. The nerve of him.
...and DAMN did he look hot. His pants were showing off his ass with out being skin tight and it teased a person with a slight tightness in the front. His shirt was so tight that it should have been illegal. If he looked close enough he could even see the outline of a nipple piercing...
...POTTER HAS PIERCINGS? Since when...? Since when do I care anyway...?
Forcing his eyes away he didn't see the glance and look that was sent his way. He didn't see Harry's eyes darkening in lust. He didn't even see the smirk that made its way to the Gryffindors lips. For if he had seen these things He most definitely would not still be a willing virgin.
Draco only looked at Potter once during breakfast but that one teeny look told him volumes.
Today is going to be hell
A/N: review please or I will hold my other fics hostage. The more reviews I get the better my inspiration. So please review and I can't wait to meet up with y'all again.
Ja ne Kireania
