RE-POST
Okay, so this is going to be like a three part mini-sode. Just read kay….Theres a bit of softXcore slash at the bottom so be for-warned… Other than that though I think ya'll like this. And yes, that is the written version of my southern drawl. It happens when you are from the south and live in the woods.
Harry groaned as he reclined on his bed, bundled in blankets gathered from the small building closet. Winter had struck hard at Hogwarts that year, Harry's sixth year, and he was current hidden away in the shrieking shack to avoid the public eye. Four years had passed since he had defeated the dark lord, but people still celebrated like it had happened only yesterday; and quiet frankly, Harry was sick of it.
One of his friends had died in that incident and the family still had not forgiven him. The Gryffindor house students had understood that Harry was only twelve at the time and could not help as much as he had wished, but Ronald Weasley and his family took the blow as if it had been Harry in the chamber of secrets sucking the life out of Molly Weasley's youngest child and only daughter.
Did they not realize that Harry had done everything he could to save the red haired lass. It had just been too late once he'd arrived. Ginny had already been fully gone and Voldemort had come back and sent a basilisk after him; it was all he could do to defend himself and the girls body. In they end though, he had come out victorious and killed the mad man once and for all. It seemed that Voldemort was a cocky son of a bitch and after he'd come into power called all the fragments of his soul that he'd hidden back too him. And so, when he'd finally been vanquished, there was nothing left but an old diary and a body and a giant snakes corpse.
Harry sighed and drew his knees up to his chest. It was getting colder by the minute. He really couldn't wait until he could go back to the castle. He'd just left that afternoon when classes had ended and made his way with a pair of clothes and his wand, and a potion sent with him by Snape. No body wanted a crazy werewolf running about after all.
Yes, Harry had become a werewolf a little over two years ago. He'd been at his aunt and uncles like he was every summer, being abused, when a scruffy looking large man had come up to him and asked if he'd like to get away from the murderess muggles. Harry had agreed, not caring what the consequences would be. Anything was better than being beat night after night and locked in your room until it was time in the morning to begin your chores and start all over again.
Harry remember the name of the man, Fenrir Greyback. The man that had bit Remus, the Defense against the Dark Arts professor when he was a child to get revenge on the mans father. Remus, as it turned out, was one of Harry's parents best friends, along with his godfather Sirius Black, who was currently staying in his old family home waiting for the year to end, or at least for the weekend to come so he could see Remus, his lover. Harry already had known all of this at the time he'd been infected, but he couldn't bring himself to care, as long as he wasn't being beaten every night.
So, here Harry was, sitting in the shrieking shack, waiting for his change to come over him. He would be gone for a total of three days. The night before the change, the day of the change, and the day after the change, he would come back some time during the next day and wait for classes to end, at which time he would be escorted from the headmasters office and made sure to be noticed walking with a grave looking head of the school. It was an act of sorts, though Dumbledore usually was very serious looking during the time around the full moon. It was only to be expected though.
Harry stood, still wrapped in a blanket and looked out of one of the cracks in the wall. It was snowing pretty hard, but there were still young children in Hogsmade playing out where he could see them, throwing snow balls at one another. He long to be like that again with his friends. But alas, they obviously did not believe him capable of fun and every time he'd try to join them in play they would quickly lose interest. Harry personally blamed it on his book worm-ish tendencies that he'd picked up from Hermione. Perhaps if he was dumber people would want to be around him for something more than help with homework.
Perhaps they wouldn't though. Harry sighed and went back to the bed. He really wished that he'd have thought to bring a book with him. Then he would have at least been able to keep up in his studies; not that he wasn't ahead of the curriculum already anyhow. He knew where to find rare types of plants when to harvest, what they looked and smelled like, how to change objects into animals and animals into objects, how to transform entire rooms with the flick of a wand, how to properly prepare the ingredients for a potion and how to time and add them, he had also memorized the processes to several of the potions that they were due to brew. All in all, Harry was almost at the top of his class, the only one leading to him, was Draco Malfoy.
The boy was beautiful in body, but in personality, it was sort of like talking to a wall that would insult you until you walked away. It wasn't anything to terrible though; they boy had never once called him something that would truly hurt him, only little things like scar head or Potty; never the things that the Weasley's called him, like failure, murderer, freak, or something along those lines. So basically to the Slytherin he didn't exist.
He was kind of lonely at the moment and desperately wished he had some company. Or something to preoccupy himself with. He looked around the room and an idea struck almost immediately. He would fix up the inside of the shrieking shack. Oh wait…He'd tried that…As it turned out the building was impervious to magic. Well, all magic but Dumbledore's anyhow. Damn old man…
There was a loud crash at the door that triggered a reaction in Harry's wolf. He sniffed the air and immediately recognized the scent of none other than Draco Malfoy. The boy may not have been as mean as others, but he really could ruin someone's day when he wanted too.
The blonde sauntered up the stairs with a smirk on his face. "So Potter, this is were you've been skipping classes. I must say, not bad, but next time, make sure no one is watching."
Harry shook his head. Like he would believe that. He'd left class early, wore his invisibility cloak, and his tracks were covered by the snow by now. The only way Malfoy would have been able to find him was if he'd been told by Dumbledore or another Professor. "So, how'd you really find the place?" Harry asked, looking up at the blonde. Harry sat his glasses on the bedside table next to him and tilted his head to the side.
It was a common mistake really, but most people thought Harry was blind without his glasses; he wasn't though, his depth perception was just off a bit, which explained why when he wasn't wearing them he had to feel around to find things.
Draco crossed his arms and scowled. "Severus sent me here. Said something about having guests and so I had to come here. Only for a few days though. So you'd better leave!"
"I'm not leaving Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore has been sending me here every month, so if you intend for me to run freely on the school ground on the night of the full moon, you must be out of your mind. Don't think me dumb just because I'm second, in our year, to you." Harry opened a side of his blanket up, "Feel free to join me when your heating charm wears off. You won't be able to recast it here."
Draco's scowl deepened. Of course he'd get stuck with a Potter. The damn know it all. He'd have to get rid of him somehow, if only for a little while. He could already tell they were going to be at each others throats before the night ended. Harry removed two of the four blankets he'd been covered in and wrapped the others around him tighter. Draco was thankful. He really didn't want to 'cuddle' with the boy. A thought struck him. When had Potter been infected?
"Two years ago…Sorry, you were speaking aloud…" Harry had the decency to look sheepish. "Um…Who infected you?"
"Who do you think, Potter?! What werewolf is most notorious for infection against your will, hmm?"
Harry looked away with a frown the answer was obvious. "Fenrir…" He mumbled. The same man the had saved him despite his old ties to the dark lord. Harry knew that it was only to infuriate the ministry, but the man had still saved him. "He infected me also."
Draco's scowl turned into a sneer. "You call him by his first name like you personally know him…"
"I do…" Harry said looking up with a bit of sadness. "He saved me from my uncle…Gave me the choice. He and I both knew that if I were infected then I wouldn't be allowed to go back because they don't allow, 'freak' objects into the house, so there would be no way for me to take my potion." Not that he would take a potion anyhow.
"And I'll bet he left you homeless."
"No, I stayed with him until school started back." Harry had of course told Dumbledore everything once he'd returned, and the old man had finally deemed him old enough to make the choice where he would live; and as expected he'd picked with his Godfathers. This of course meant that he'd see the Weasley's now and again seeing as the house was Order headquarters.
Draco sneered even more. So it seemed that Potter was Greyback's adopted boy, to have allowed him to live with him for as long as he had. When Draco was infected the man had come and gone with a flash. Leaving his parents to care for his new condition, but he'd lived with Potter. Probably taught Potter all there was to know about being a werewolf, and knowing Potter, he soaked up the knowledge like a sponge. Draco couldn't help but be jealous, he didn't want to live at home either. Not with two parents that ignored him. There must have been something about Potter that had caught the wolf's attention. Potter had said that Greyback saved him from his uncle. What sense did that make though?
It was then that Draco noticed that Harry had risen and was looking out of a crack in the wall. Possibly checking the weather. Draco seized the chance though and sat onto the bed, grabbing the blankets that Potter had relinquished for him and curled up into a ball. It was indeed getting cold.
"A storm picked up…" Harry said in a monotonous voice that suggested boredom. He walked back over and saw that Draco had taken up much of the bed. He wouldn't have minded had there been a chair or couch, but there was neither. "Mind if I sit?" He asked politely.
"As a matter of fact, I do." The blonde said, stretching his legs out the length of the bed. He saw the brunet frown and inwardly smirked, especially when Harry release a defeated sigh and laid down on the floor.
"Could I at least have a pillow? There are like four up there."
Draco could give him that at least, and from the bottom of his heart, Draco took his time in figuring out which pillows were the lumpiest and gave them to the boy wonder.
Harry shrugged. It could have been worst. He could have only been given one pillow. He sighed as he snuggled into the stiff old pillows. This sort of reminded him of the time when his aunt and uncle had
taken him and his cousin to say in the cabin on a rock in the middle of the sea. Harry had, of course, been forced to sleep on the floor while his aunt and uncle shared the bed upstairs and Dudley had gotten the couch, leaving Harry on the cold dusty floor with nothing but a tattered blanket and an old musty pillow.
Harry shivered, sleeping on the floor was just as bad as he remembered it… It really was cold. He drew his blankets close and closed his eyes. The sooner he slept the sooner he'd wake, and when he woke it would only be a day before he transformed and then it would be only one more day and he could go back to comfy bed and be away from the asshole that was sleeping right above him.
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Draco shivered lightly as he awoke to a cold gust of wind. Damn it… He must have left the door opened when he came in earlier. He reached down to shake Potter awake and jolted, looking at his hand like he'd touched acid. Potter was ice cold.
He jumped out of the bed and dashed down the stairs, closing the door as quickly as he could. He came back up and pealed the blankets back on the smaller boy. His skin was pale and his lips were turning blue. "Shit" he mumbled and began warming the boy as best he could, rubbing the blankets furiously over the boys skin. He was regaining a bit of color, but he was still icy.
The boy groaned and opened his eyes just barely. "It's-s-s-s s-s-so c-cold…" He tried to snuggle into Draco's warmth but found that he was incapable of moving. "D-Draco… H-help…" his voice fell quiet. He was just too cold to talk. He needed to warm up so he could invoke his wolf.
Draco groaned. He'd really not wanted to have to share a bed with the Potter spawn but he was sure that he would hear quite a bit of lip if he became the one who unintentionally killed the 'savior' of the wizarding world. That would make him look terribly bad. Maybe even make him lose his future spot at head boy! He couldn't risk that, even if it did mean that his rival would finally be gone. But really, could he live with someone's death on his hands? Probably not…
Draco heaved a sigh and lifted the tiny and cold boy into his arms; placing him in the bed and crawling in behind him. As long as he woke before the boy did, he would be fine. He pulled the blankets up to their necks and laid with his back to the cold figure. Harry was still shivering violently. Maybe he should have put Harry at the wall; he was quite uncomfortable.
He rolled over and visibly winced as he wrapped on arm around the 'golden' child's' waist and tucked the other one under his head. He would probably stop shivering soon given the amount of heat Draco was giving off, mostly due to embarrassment, and maybe a bit of something else. He'd never dared to think of sharing a bed with another male, but now that he was, he could help but notice that he fit to the male form more comfortable than he did the female form. Girls butts were too big and tended to take up too much space; and girls without butts, well that was another story. He just didn't find them as attractive as others.
"Hmm…" He paused in thought. Why had it been Potter that triggered all of these questions? Certainly he didn't like the boy! No, that was preposterous; how could anyone like the Gryffindor failure. He'd betrayed his house ten times over. What with, being civil to Slytherins, not going by their codes of conduct, being good at potions, not being able to rescue the Weasley chit in second year, and becoming a werewolf because of the benefits to himself only…
Were those the real reasons? Draco personally didn't believe they were that bad. One person couldn't be expected to save everyone, let alone a twelve year old saving everyone, and in the end he had defeated the dark lord, Ginny Weasley's life had just been a small price for a big prize. Peace. And peace there was, though not between the houses, in the world outside of Hogwarts witches and wizards were beginning to understand their mistakes and stopped taking being alive for granted. He closed his eyes and subconsciously brought the slowly warming body of Harry Potter closer too him.
He was thinking too much and his head was beginning to throb with the need for sleep. Hopefully he would wake before the Potter boy did.
Some hours later, after he'd fallen asleep, he awoke briefly to the motion of Harry turning over in his arms to face his direction. He was still asleep but a smile played on his face for a moment. Draco smiled back at the form and quickly, with a peck on his lips, fell back into his slumber unknowingly and un-thinking.
It triggered a chain of events that they would later find to be imperative to their health.
Draco awoke the next morning to find Harry curled into his chest and their legs tangled with blankets and around each other. How could he get out of this one? The answer: He couldn't. Draco was trapped with Harry as his captor and there was nothing he could do that wouldn't wake the boy. He quite enjoyed the warmth being so close to another body brought. Perhaps he could allow himself to share a bed with Harry until their time for return; especially if it took the bite out of the chilling night, and day for that matter. He closed his eyes and let himself doze, letting his heart rate lower until he was conserving energy and warmth.
Harry, however, was just waking. Warmth was encircling him and before he could investigate, he found himself burrowing deeper into the body that laid next to him. Harry sighed and opened his eyes. The room was bleary for a moment, but his vision quickly righted itself and he found himself staring into the clothes chest of none other than Draco Malfoy. He remembered waking up cold in the night, but he'd thought Draco would die before allowing them to sleep in the same bed, especially as small as this one was. Their legs had obviously become tangled in the night to save a bit of room; though Harry couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying it.
He shifted slightly, trying to worm his way out of the older males' grasp slowly and easily; but he froze when a light groan erupted from the being holding him. The blonde shifted his hips slightly, causing Harry to turn bright red. The boy's erection was grinding into Harry's thigh; annoyingly close to his own growing manhood. What was he supposed to do? If he moved and woke the boy he'd be put in a humiliating situation, and quite frankly, he'd felt he'd been humiliated enough that particular year. So instead, he held fast and stayed still; or as still as one could be with another person's throbbing cock near their own.
Perhaps he could shift himself upwards to a point that, if the boy had to do this against him, it wouldn't be close to his. Harry pushed his hips backwards and up, but frighteningly enough, the blonde gently grabbed his butt and pulled him forwards. The blonde pressed their erections together and groaned under his breath once again.
Harry on the other hand couldn't, even while conscious, keep his moan quiet. He always had be sensitive to touch. He gave a throaty cry as the blonde move his hips closer and began rolling against his. There was no way that Draco would be asleep for too much longer; and right he was.
As the blonde continued grinding Harry began to feel a tight pull from his stomach and gasped in horror as it traveled lower and lower; he could feel his muscle becoming tense and just before he came Draco opened his eyes and quickly became awake, staring in slight shock as his hold tightened on the brunet who was moaning as his seed poured into his pants. Draco couldn't contain himself and he too came with a cry.
Harry continued to stare, though his eyes were heavy and hard to keep opened. Draco had practically molested him in his sleep, and he had to admit, that he didn't mind…
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