A/N: This is a total crackfic. DO NOT JUDGE ME! I was playing Wii music and have a Draco character that had a violin solo. That does not mean that this is a music fic, just I saw how fast the character was moving and I had dirty thoughts. Sorry if that is more than you wanted to know, but Shower Room came to me and my friend shortly after that scene in FMA Brotherhood. It might not be a crackfic later, just seems like one to me right now. This happens in the Goblet of Fire, so if you somehow haven't read up to that book and finished it, then don't complain to me for the spoilers or don't read. THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW THE MOVIE! THE MOVIE GOES INSTANTLY AT THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR IS WHEN THE OTHER SCHOOLS COME, THE BOOKS SAY THAT IT IS A WHILE OF REGULAR SCHOOL BEFORE THAT!You are entering here at your own risk of spoiling something or ruining your possibly virgin mind to the thought of Harry and Draco as well as M/M relationships. I don't just stop at the relationships either, I go on to the sex, so don't like, again, I say DON'T READ! Okey, as I keep thinking I don't think that this is a crackfic, so retract that previous statement. This happens in Draco's POV. AH I FINALLY KNOW COLLIN McCREEVYE'S LITTLE BROTHER'S NAME! NEIGEL! There you go Meganla, we always forgot it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters. I just own this plot and a few of my own characters.
Warning: M/M DRARRY! So fucking HOT! Also, umm, Meganla, don't judge me, but there might be some Mpreg later... again MIGHT! We'll see how far I get.
Harry: Stay out of our love life!
Draco: (kisses him and smirks at me) You only wish we were real and were together like this.
Me: Well duh! Why else would I write this? And DON'T TEASE ME!
Draco/Harry: (Chuckle)
Harry: (Latches onto Draco's neck and hums against him at the moans he elicits.) If we didn't tease you, we wouldn't have anything to do but wait for you to drag us into your story.
Me: Oh bite me! I know you like it. Okey! LET'S GET GOING!
Harry: We don't bite girls, just each other!
Classes start this year as normal, but I know that the TriWizard Tournament is going to happen here only because my father told me. I have been avoiding Harry ever since my boasting comment about Fudge inviting us personally to the Quiditch World Cup. I don't even know why I felt that urge to boast to them.
"Draco," Harry greets me as we head into a class.
"Harry," I address in return, using his first name for the first time aloud to him. I almost shock myself with this realization, but just go to one of the last remaining seats, just across the isle where Harry sits with Ron and Hermione. They scowl at me, but Harry just pays attention when the teacher comes in. I turn my own attention to the professor as well and do my work.
The class ends and I go to lunch, finding myself followed down by Harry and his friends. They don't speak to me, but I hear them talking and almost smile hearing Harry's voice. What the bloody hell is with me almost smiling like a goof for Harry, and why am I not calling him Potter even in my head? I ask myself quizzically. We go to our next classes for that day and the next day we have one class together and Harry has only addressed me that once
I try to ignore him in classes now and am only unable to when Snape makes us sit by each other in Potions. Harry doesn't even address me now and it almost hurts that he barely looks at me. I grimace briefly and instantly regret it when Harry looks at me.
"If it is such torture to be even near me, then maybe you can beg your precious teacher, because everyone knows I bloody well can't," Harry hisses as he stirs his cauldron.
"It wasn't that Harry," I say and I realize that the use of his first name isn't lost on him this time. "Just forget it," I say hurriedly and begin to chop more ingredients.
The next days are weird and then the night for the arrival of the other schools. I scowl at the girls who sashay across the floor. The Dumstrang boys are much more enjoyable because they are basically defacing the floor with their staffs then scowl when I see Igor Karkaroff. I listen to the talk of the tournament and scowl again at finding that I can't enter. My dad would have been proud if I had and won.
I wait for the time to pass while watching other oafs stick their names in the Goblet. When the names are drawn I sit and watch indifferently. The goblet fire glows red instead of blue and another name is shot out.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledor reads quietly then speaks louder, "Harry Potter," He pauses a moment before growing angry, "HARRY POTTER!" He shouts out and Hermione shoves him forward.
I feel my heart tug uncomfortably as I watch him walk up, alone and confused. How is that possible? I listen as people shout out in anger that he cheated. He vanishes into the back room and then we are dismissed after the usual goodnight and Dumbledor's famous "Pip, pip." I drag my feet and worry my lip as I worry in my head for Harry. What the bloody hell is this? I am worrying about that messy haired brat?! WHY? I throw myself onto my bed as I think this and want to scream into my pillow. I don't for the sake of not being questioned, but I do pull my curtains around me and punch the pillow.
I am in some confusing sort of torture as we walk to the stands for the first challenge and I am disinterested in the first three. I admit that it was entertaining to watch, but now we are waiting for Harry to come out and I am on the edge of my seat. I am so nervous and am watching every move the boy makes while he dodges the Hungarian Horntail's flames then feel my heart sink into my stomach when the dragon breaks its chain and flies after Harry.
I feel my face drain of color when the Horntail cries out and then fades altogether and we don't see or hear anything for a minute. I cheer when everyone else does as Harry finally comes up and grabs the egg. The first challenge is over and he goes into the medical area below the stands for his burns. I run down and meet him there and look hopefully at him until the salve is placed over his wounds and he is left alone. I run forward and almost want to hug him, but tamp these psychotic feelings down and just look at him, trying to sound indifferent I speak, "Congratulations, I thought that you were actually pretty good out there, Harry," I say, it sounds a bit kinder than I would have hoped.
"Umm, thanks for that Malfoy, but why are you being nice?" he asks, and looks worried.
"I just thought that you deserved it! Nothing more than that!" I say in defensive.
"I see, well, I don't think that you are supposed to be down here, and I don't have to stay any longer, so bye," He says waving his hand minutely and leaving.
I frown to myself then feel like a total idiot for having done this. I go back out and return to my dorm and don't exit it until morning for breakfast and classes.
The next few class days are hell. I don't even speak to Harry and he doesn't speak to me either, doesn't even greet me or look at me.
"Your winter exams are coming up, and for this class we will be doing a project," Professor McGonagal says crisply and waves her wand to the chalk board. "You will be paired randomly and do a project on partial transfiguration, I will cast the spell and if you haven't figured out the pros and cons to the spell, and haven't even the slightest clue on how to remove them, you fail. You aren't allowed to remove them however, if you do, you fail," She says explaining further, but I just space her out, whoever I am paired with will have paid attention. She begins calling up names as she plucks them from a hat and I focus again. "Draco Malfoy, and Harry Potter," She calls without a glance up or pause, she just goes right on with the rest of them as I look back at the suddenly rigid Harry. Others are starting to move to their partners, so I do the same and stand by his desk, ignoring Weasley and Granger's glares.
"What is with that look, Harry?" I ask attempting to say it sharply, but I sound more honestly curious for using his first name.
"I don't want to be partners with you," Harry says and looks up at me. Not really glaring, but it is hostile still.
"I am not so pleased either," I say with a scoff and turn on my heel, going back to my desk and gathering my things before she calls one of each pair up for their spell.
"Draco!" She calls and I snap up in fear.
"Can't it be Harry?" I ask, not wanting to have some dumb animal appendages on me for the next week.
"No!" McGonagal snaps and curls her finger for me to come up.
I groan and do, then shiver as the spell washes over me. She finishes with the other people, "The affects should become noticeable within an hour, you are dismissed," She says and shoos us out.
I whine and walk out with Harry considering we need to talk now about when we are going to work on it. We then go to lunch and eat at our respective tables before meeting up again.
"Merlin!" Harry nearly shouts as he looks up at me.
"What?" I ask with an irritated twitch of my ears, that was loud.
"Here," Harry says, taking my wrist gently and guiding my hand up to the top of my head. I feel odd protuberances and give him a quizzical look. I then pull my hand back and walk to the nearest boys lavatory.
I look in the mirror and instantly shout out at what I see, "What in MERLINS NAME ARE THESE!?" I screech and try to claw them off. I yelp and whine when I actually feel claws coming from my fingertips. I look at my hands then feel something brush the back of my leg. I instantly grab at it and yank it up to look at it. I yelp at this as well as I feel like I almost yanked my tail off. "A tail too!?" I wail then look at Harry. "This has to be a joke!" I say as he tries to hold back his laughter.
"McGonagal changed everyone a little bit, who knows what they look like right now, just be glad that you don't have fur everywhere," Harry says, honestly trying to soothe me. He then reaches a hand up hesitantly and scratches behind my ear. I feel my knees go weak and a strange sound comes from my chest. "Figures, you have the cat weak spots," He muses then brings his hand down and strokes at my jaw and neck. I tilt my head up and press into his hand as he smiles and almost laughs. I keep pushing towards him and end up feeling his chest against mine as he the scratches at me neck. When he stops, I notice our proximity and jump back as though I had been shocked.
"What the bloody hell did you do that for?" I demand with a sharp snap and turning away from him slightly.
"Had to see how much it affected you," Harry says innocently, then strokes at my ear again. I turn my head suddenly and take a warning snap at his hand.
"Fuck off Harry!" I spit, it is harsh, but it still sounds too nice, since I feel like I physically can't call him Potter.
"By the way, why is it that lately you have been calling me Harry, not Potter or Scarhead?" Harry asks and shuffles up to sit on the counter of sinks.
"None of your beeswax," I spit again and stalk out, feeling my tail twitch irritably. I go do my dorm room and ignore the rest of my classes for the day. I then head to the library to begin this damned project as Harry and I had agreed. I walk in and sit by the tousle haired boy and glower at the books he is already buried in.
"Didn't know if I would see you tonight," Harry says and hands me a book. I open it and eye him briefly before diving in.
When I read a certain bit of information out of the third book I yelp and look at Harry. "Harry," I say with a squeak, "This one says that partial transfiguration spells can be permanent!" I say and feel tears come to my eyes.
"I am sure that McGonagal used a safe spell that can be removed," He says and begins to stroke at my back. I instantly begin to purr and arch into his touch. "I think I really like you as a cat," He muses and moves closer to me on the bench. I am too tired and loving his touches to really care until I feel hot air against my ear. I open my eyes, but can't protest in time before I feel a light, but still sharp nip at my ear.
"What the BLOODY HELL was that for?!" I ask and push him away.
I see him almost laughing but also apologizing and seeming to mean it. "Sorry, I just had to see how sensitive they were. Can you hear out of them?" He asks and I get a quizzical look.
"I think so, I guess I didn't really notice, my hearing is sharper for sure." I respond then almost flinch away when his hand comes up towards my cat ears again.
"I won't hurt you again," he says and snaps a few times by each ear. "Looks like it," He muses as he watches them flicker at the sound. He then places a hand gently on my neck while I stare at him.
What are you doing Harry, if you are going to scratch my neck, at least scratch it, don't just let your hand sit there. Wait, I don't like that look, or do I? Bloody hell, he's going to kiss me! I nearly scream this out loud, but keep it in my head as I am frozen to my spot now while he leans in. I feel his soft lips crush into mine and I moan into them as the kiss is deepened. He licks at my lower lip, asking for entrance, and I give in, letting his tongue roam across my mouth. I realize that I like this, but I don't like being passive, so I shove my tongue against his and then take over the kiss. I place my hands on his shoulders and push him back into his spot then come over him to kiss deeper. I then pull back and break the kiss with a small hum and look at him and his kiss-bruised lips. Why the hell did I do that? Why didn't I just push him away the second I knew what he was going to do. . . Because I wanted this, I wanted him. I have for a long time now I suppose.
He just pants and looks up at me through his long eyelashes and with those vibrant green eyes that everyone says look like his mother's. I grin then kiss his nose and return to sitting in my own spot. "What happens now?" Harry asks in a whisper.
"Whatever you want," I respond then close our books and place the ones we haven't read yet in a stack to check out. I need something to do with my hands so I stroke the quill he was using for notes.
"Can we kiss like that again?" He asks in a barely perceptible voice.
"Probably shouldn't push our luck here," I say with a grin, betting that we would get caught if we tempted fate a second time. I stand, gather the books and take them to Madam Pince to check them out then lead Harry out and down to the Slytherin dorms.
"Am I allowed in here?" He asks and sticks his hands in his pockets nervously.
"We tell anyone who asks, we are working on our project." I say calmly, then enter the dormitory calmly, like I wasn't leading a Gryffindor into my common room. Everyone looks at us, but a quick glare at them keeps them from asking as we walk on through and to the fourth year boys dorm. I gesture for him to enter, then lock the door behind him. I drop the books on the closest bed then grasp at his robe collar and pull him in again, hungrily, and kiss him. He hums into the kiss then moans when I nip at his lips and tongue. I let my hands roam over his chest and run just under the hem of his shirt before breaking the kiss. I quickly latch onto his collarbone, just far enough down that it shouldn't be hard to hide, but high enough that if people see it, they know that he is claimed, and that I can see it and know that he is mine. I run the pads of my thumbs across his hips and stroke them in circles while I break the seal between my mouth and his skin and kiss him wetly up his neck.
"Draco," Harry keens. I nip at his earlobe and bite lightly at the sensitive skin just behind his ear before coming back to his face and kissing his cheeks, nose, eyelids, and finally his mouth again.
When I am satisfied finally I pull back and hold him still as he seems to want to follow, "Is that what you had in mind?" I ask teasingly.
"Yes, and much more!" Harry says approvingly and still seeming a bit dazed as I still stroke circles on his hips. "Now what? What are we now? What do we do? How do we keep this quiet?" He asks and bombards me with questions.
"I don't know, I just know that I didn't start feeling like this today," I hum and pull Harry over to my bed. We both sit on it and I pull back and position myself in it, spreading my legs before pulling Harry by his hips in between them with his back to my chest. I rest my chin on his head and hum a little lullaby. "You are so beautiful Harry," I whisper after the song is finished. I watch his cheeks color up and smirk lightly at this.
"You are too, with or without the cat appendages," he says and reaches his arms up to scratch at my ears again. I purr and feel the vibrations go through both of our bodies as we sit there.
"Shit!" I swear, suddenly realizing that these things are going to last a week. "I will still be like this for the Yule Ball!" I wail and feel the desperate need to curl into a ball and mewl myself to sleep.
"Shh!" Harry says and turns in my lap to face me. He stokes at my cheeks and rubs at my ears to silence me then kisses my nose when I stop crying. "You will look beautiful still, and there will be like 15 other people with strange animal appendages," He says soothingly and strokes his hands up and down along my sides. "It'll be just fine," He murmurs against my ear then nips at my earlobe.
I moan at the small bite and realize that he is a bit more than inexperienced. We end up falling asleep like that, with Harry curled in between my legs and me holding him closely there.
A/N: Cute Right? I mean, isn't the thought of Draco with kitty ears and a tail, just enough to make you wanna faint, let alone the though of Harry and Draco making your nose bleed? Well, REVIEW PLEASE! I need reviews, okey? I don't have that many on any of my stories, and it would be nice to get a few every now and again. I don't update as fast if I don't get Reviews. So if you want Draco to fuck Harry's brains out SAY SO! Otherwise this might be just one of those weak fluffs that I can't quite make, but will just to torture you. . . Trust me I am capable of anything if I don't get my way.