DustFactory
Seventh year had been as normal as could be expected, with Dumbledore dead, Snape gone, and Malfoy run off. Harry had found his hormones somewhere amid all the chaos, and they had hit him like a roaring ton of bricks. Everything that walked seemed to have possibilities, and this bothered Harry in a vague sort of way. He tried his best to ignore Ron and his other dorm mates. He focused as hard as possible on the girls; he found them equally attractive, but then again Harry even seemed to see Bu-Witherwings attractive these days. He found that when he had a good three square meals a day, the hormones backed off some.
It was days like today, when he woke up in a strange bedroom with a warm body pressed against his and a rumble bubbling to the surface of his stomach, that he had problems.
Harry froze as he came to his senses, trying to assess the situation. He had no recollection of getting here, which could be caused by a few things. He might have gotten drunk with Ginny again last night, but he had no headache to vouch for that. Though, his body did seem kind of stiff. He could have forgotten to eat dinner, kicking the other hunger up a few notches and landing him in Seamus' bed again, but he didn't think so. The person next to him didn't smell like Seamus or Ginny. Harry opened his eyes a crack. What he saw drew a strangled sound from his throat, and he rolled off the side of the bed catching himself up in the sheets. The other person on the bed blinked open wide gray eyes, hazy with sleep, framed by soft, if somewhat unwashed, white-blond hair. One could see when he became aware of his surroundings. His face tightened, his eyes darkened, and he sat up abruptly.
"Potter," he whispered, cold malice filling his voice. A raggedy blanket tumbled down Malfoy's chest, revealing a large bare expanse of pale stomach. Malfoy pushed the blanket off of himself, and Harry was glad to see that he was wearing a tattered pair of baggy trousers with large worn holes in the knees. He shook himself. Of course he was glad that Malfoy wasn't naked. Harry closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against them, pushing in until he saw spots on the back of his eyelids. Of all the people to wake up next to.
"Malfoy," Harry answered in a kind of strangled voice, no longer wanting to know or caring how he ended up in a bed with him. Until he remembered that Malfoy didn't go to Hogwarts anymore, and so maybe he should care. "Where are we?"
Malfoy laughed harshly, a dry grating sound. "'Where are we', he asks. Where else would we be, Potter, besides the Dark Lord's lair?" Malfoy cackled a little more, an edge of hysteria creeping into his dry scratchy voice.
Harry managed to untangle himself from a graceless heap of limbs and bed sheets off the floor enough to stand, and sit back on the edge of the bed. He was wearing a pair of blue-flannel PJ bottoms, gold snitches dancing about on the fabric.
"Okay, then how did I get here? I went to sleep in my own dorm, back in Gryffindor tower." Malfoy shrugged, a graceful lift of his thin shoulders. "Well, why are you here then?" Malfoy sighed, his hatchet of a face souring.
"I refused to kill the newest set of Weasel twins for my initiation." Bill and Fleur's baby twin girls had gone missing three weeks ago, and no one had been able to locate them. Harry just stared at Malfoy, wondering if there was more to this sharp creature than there had seemed at first. Or at least, he would have been wondering that if the sudden clenching of his gut hadn't made him think of other things.
"Er, not to sound rude of anything, but when do we get fed?"
"We're trapped, with each other, for who knows how long, here in the middle of the dark fortress, with the Dark Lord, and you're worried about food?" Malfoy looked incredulous and vaguely disgusted. "No ingenious plots on how to escape? No dangerous Gryffindor stupidity? Just, where's the food?"
Harry shrugged, clutching his stomach as it gurgled again. The fog that seemed to descend on him when he hadn't eaten for a very long time was closing about his vision. He rubbed his eyes again, trying to push back the sudden desire he had to see how loose Malfoy's pants really were. His stomach looked so smooth and creamy. Harry wondered what Malfoy's hip bone would taste like. Just to run the tip of his tongue along that...
"Potter!" Malfoy said sharply. "Potter! What's wrong with you? Your eyes are all crazy looking." Harry shook his head hard. The fog receded for a few seconds, but descended again very quickly.
"Malfoy... Hit me or something." Harry clenched his eyes tight and sat on his fingers to keep them from crawling down a certain person's pants.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy sounded incredulous. "Hit you? What's the catch?" Now his eyes narrowed, "What is wrong with you today, Potter?" Harry cringed, clenching his muscles as tightly as possible, in hope that he could restrain his desire.
"Please Malfoy! Either hit me, or tie me up, or something." A burning sensation rolled up through Harry's gut, a sharp pain spread through his limbs down to the tips of his fingers. Malfoy must have seen that he was serious because Harry heard a creak as Malfoy leaned across the bed and another sharp pain bloomed across his jaw from an open handed slap.
Black hair whipped forward, covering green eyes. Malfoy's breath caught.
"Potter, turn your head, your neck's all red and puffy." Harry complied, rotating himself of the bed at the same time so that he couldn't see the other boy at all, and could hopefully curb some of his appetite.
"It looks like some sort of sting, or puncture mark..." Emerald eyes widened slightly when Harry felt the tip of a cold finger touch his neck. "Or an...injection mark. Shite." Malfoy pressed another finger against the mark, and it sent a sort of orgasmic shiver down Harry's spine.
Harry lazily blinked wide green eyes open. Malfoy gasped, and the little bit left that was Harry wondered why the slap had made it worse. "P- Potter..." Malfoy whispered as Harry turned towards him, a sinewy ripple of muscles coursing down the raven haired boy's back; a ripple of muscles that shouldn't be there, muscles like those of a large predator, a panther or jaguar. "P- Harry... What are you doing? Your eyes...Harry..." Harry's eyes bled green, a bright fiery green of something not quite as human as it should be.
Malfoy crawled backwards, tumbling off the edge of the bed and landing in a frightened pile on the floor. Harry licked his lips, a purr of pleasure escaping them. Small blunt spikes pushed out of Harry's skin in two rows up over his shoulders and down across his chest to converge into one line, pushing lower, and ending on the tip of a quickly growing arousal.
"Oh Morrigan, you're a freakin' Incubus." Silver eyes glowed with fear, realization creeping into his face. "They knew! They put you in here to punish me. Harry, Harry, you don't want to fuck me..." Draco scrambled backwards into the farthest corner of the room, curling in on himself to protect his body from the creature that stalked him. "Potter, stay away from me!" Malfoy made a high keening sound in the back of his throat as Harry crawled ever closer.
"Malfoy..." Harry whispered. "Oh, Malfoy…" Harry leaned forward inch by inch, touching his cheek to the trembling boy's. The raven-haired creature pushed his face into the hollow of Malfoy's neck, sniffing the patch of skin behind his ear before tasting it lightly. "Draco..." Harry ran his teeth lightly down Draco's jaw. The silver-haired boy jumped, trembling against Harry's mouth, not being able to contain a weak moan.
Draco muttered rapidly, his voice rising and falling in a panicky sort of fashion. "Incubi are recognizable by their—" silver eyes clenched tightly when teeth nibbled on his bottom lip lightly, "recognizable by their inhumanly green eyes and the small blunt protrusions along their shoulders and stomach. Incubi feed on sex...they're allergic to dream catchers and—" Harry ran a hot wet tongue down Draco's collar bone, "Uhhhh, silver!" But Draco realized in sort of a panicky fashion that he had neither a dream catcher, nor any silver to speak of. He searched the room with his eyes frantically, finding nothing that would help him. Harry's tongue ran lower, circling a nipple and tugging on it lightly with his teeth. The silver-haired boy's chest rose and fell at an erratic pace as Harry nibbled his way lower. "I've heard them tell you that you have your Mother's eyes."
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A strangled noise ripped out of Draco's throat. Green eyes glowed brighter, forcing a burning, crawling velvet power up his spine from where Harry was buried all the way in, and down from the mouth, where fangs sank into Draco's tongue and more blood spurted, fueling a feedback loop of power, meeting and exploding in Draco's chest. He would have screamed had he not been choking on his own swollen tongue and blood.
It needed a release, and the power curled outward, using the blood and searching the blood for any imperfections, searching for a chink in his pure wizard genes. It found the tiniest drop, the drop that gave the Malfoys their coloring, an ancestor so distant, so long forgotten that it had been negligible.
Harry nicked his own tongue, allowing their blood to mingle in a powerful cocktail of magic. Draco swallowed reflexively, and it all swirled down his throat.
The power exploded at the same time that Harry released him and Draco transformed, spasming hard under his assaulter, and nearly throwing him off in the wave of intensity. The orgasmic tide that followed dulled the pain to background noise. Harry pulled out, wrapping himself around the twitching creature in his arms, holding him tightly and drinking down the pulses of sexual energy that rolled off of the pale youth.
Well fed and returning to his senses, Harry clutched more tightly at Draco, whose skin began peeling around the shoulder blades, bloodying and bursting open like an overripe fruit and spraying the room with bits of gore. Soggy red-soaked feathers had erupted outward, screams echoing in their wake. The hands clutching at Harry had grown talons, slicing open Harry's back as fast as his newly acquired energy could heal it. Draco's face, now twisted horrifically from pain, tightened even more and pushed outward into a hawk-like shape, wicked beak snapping angrily as ghostly hair flared about him. Cold grey eyes blinked open, and though talons still pierced his skin, and sweat salted his eyes, Harry reached out to touch the frigidly beautiful thing in front of him. The Veela, (for this is all that Harry could think that this creature could be,) flinched at his touch, but he persisted, and Harry touched the curve of his neck lightly, fingers brushing over soft, moonshine skin, moving farther backward to brush pale downy feathers at his nape. Draco sighed softly, pushing his sharp, deadly face into the hollow of Harry's neck, a light cooing issuing from him, and Harry continued to pet and rub the downy feathers.
The first trickles of moonlight shone through the small, high, barred window. They touched Draco's back, and his wings seemed to sag back into him, beak and talons retracting, feathers receding. Harry pulled Draco closer, and he began to shiver violently, hair damp and sour, body slick with sweat and blood. The raven haired boy lifted the naked boy lightly in his arms, and set him on the floor long enough to flip the soiled mattress over, then pulled him up onto it and covered them with the least bloodied part of blanket Harry could find. And though they were hidden away in a dank part of an evil lair, they managed to find a deep dreamless sleep, tangled in each other's bodies, auras blending, and power still fresh and pulsing.
beta'd by the lovely Aayesha
