-1Alright, it has taken a while, but here is part 2 of the mini-sode.

More surprises at the bottom.

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Part Two:

The next day passed at a sluggish pace. It was quiet due to the slight awkwardness that filled the tiny living space. Harry and Draco hadn't spoken much since the incident. 'who am I kidding!' Harry growled in his mind. 'we haven't spoken at all! He's avoiding me like the plague. Just like everyone else. For heavens sake at least before he was speaking, now he's just ignoring me when I try to talk to him.!' A soft sigh escaped his lips. He couldn't really blame the blonde. It was more his own fault than Draco's. He had not be able to invoke his wolf, to transform willingly in order to stay warm.

No, he was weak and stupid. He'd allowed himself to be put in a compromising position that could have endangered them should he have woke and felt threatened by Draco's presence being so near. They had both come out lucky that his wolf was silent. Normally when the blonde Adonis was even just within range of his senses the wolf would stir restlessly and howl to be let loose. He wondered what was so different now? Was it the close proximity? The fact that if he wanted to he could rip Draco to shreds then and there? Somehow, Harry didn't think so. The beast in him was being far to docile to be out for Draco's blood.

Harry glanced over at the blonde. He was sitting on the bed with a book before him doing what Harry had wished he'd thought to do. Something to do would be nice right now. But alas. Was it to be so, he would have had a book of his own. So instead he amused himself with his thoughts. God he was hungry. He expected the house elves would be bringing their next meal soon. He paused. Elves could do their magic in the shack…Maybe he could ask the elf that came to bring them something to help heat the room, and possibly bring them some extra food. As the day wore on he knew from experience that their appetites would grow tremendously. Dumbledore always seemed to over look that, believing that feeling their hunger meant feeding their wolves when in reality all he was doing was making the change more painful.

Harry saw Draco's head jerk up when he heard the smaller boys stomach growl and looked down with embarrassment. He heard a bit of shuffling and looked up in surprise as a container of jerky hit him on the shoulder.

"It's pretty good. The house elves make it from the animals I hunt when I'm home. Just remember to save me some." Draco gave a small, hesitant, smile. Harry basked in it for a moment before turning away again and going to nibble on a piece of the dried meat.

He had to admit, it was very good. It tasted of the rabbit that Fenrir used to bring back on the night of the full moon for them to feast on. "What's it like?" Harrys mouth formed the words before he could stop himself. Draco looked at him curiously and Harrys words kept pouring out. "I've never been able to run as a wolf…Sirius lives in a city, when I'm here I'm stuck in this shack, and when I was with Fenrir he was so busy teaching me that I didn't get the chance."

"It's wonderful. Being able to run without anything to stop you." He eyed the two vials of wolfs bane potion sitting across the room on a dresser. "The only thing I can't say I love about being a werewolf is having to take that stupid potion."

"So don't." Harry said as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Never once had he taken that potion and never did he desire to. From what he had come to understand, from Snape, and his own means of study, the potion suppressed the wolf almost completely and tried to force the body to stay in a human shape. It explained perfectly why Remus had only been half transformed the one time that he'd seen the man at Sirius' home. After a period of time, the potion would kill the wolf, Harry figured anyhow.

"How can I not take my potion!" Draco snapped at him. He didn't care it the boy was taught by Fenrir, there was no way that he had control without the potion. "I'll become a monster without it!"

"Who told you that load of rubbish? Snape?" A nod confirmed his suspicions. "The man isn't one of us. He doesn't know what it's like to transform into something so, magical. To take that potion is to deny your true self."

"It keeps you right in mind." Draco hissed out, his eyebrow twitching. "I don't for one want to become a bloody beast."

Harry straightened his back and rolled his shoulders, getting out some of the stiffness that had settled in them. "Let me teach you Draco. I know enough about it now, through experimenting and trial and error." He sighed at the boys obvious hesitance. "The change isn't supposed to hurt. And that potion keeps your wolf at bay. It keeps you from becoming a true werewolf." He stood moving towards Draco, going through the steps of removing his clothes and consulting with his beast. "Let me show you how it is supposed to be."

Draco watched in near horror as Harry approached him stripping down until he was wearing nothing by his boxers. It was an intense moment and his arousal from that morning was raging again. Begging for the same release he'd experienced hours before. He blinked. As Harry began shedding his boxers as well leaving only pale flesh to be seen. The brunet removed his glasses and placed them on the table, staring at the blonde as something almost animalistic came into his eye. Draco shivered embarrassed about his erection at the boy's state of dress.

Harry continued moving slowly across the room, his body quickly and painlessly changing from that of a human to that of a wolf. Not the kind of wolf that he'd seen Remus as, but the kind that you find in the wild. Only, much, much bigger. A snort escaped his muzzle as Draco drew back in fear. What kind of wolf was afraid of their own kind? Harry hopped up on the bed and nudged the boy lightly with his nose and laid his head on his front paws, crawling forward slowly. If the boy was going to be afraid of him the Harry was going to have to move slowly.

Unfortunately Harry heard the chime of the wall clock and jumped off the bed. Morphing quickly back into a human, just in time as a house elf appeared. It took one look at Harry and covered it's eyes. Beginning a quick string of apologies, setting down the food and disappearing. There went Harry's question. No matter though. He was plenty warm since he'd gotten the chance to transform.

"H-How did you do that Potter?" Draco asked in a slightly frightened voice. Harry smirked at the sight before him and proceeded to put his clothes back on.

"That was how a werewolf should look. Not that half transformed creature you became while on that potion…It'll slowly kill you, you know. That wolf is a part of you now, and if he dies then you die with it." Harry looked at his shirt in distain, not wanting to put it on. "As far as doing it though, that's instinct. Something that potion you take has prevented from forming outside of the full moon. And even then they are limited." Draco blushed. "Stop taking that potion and I promise everything about you will improve. Can you smell anything other than the musty stench of the room? Can you smell the three small children outside talking about the ghosts that live in the shrieking shack?"

Draco got up and looked out a small crack in the side of the building, indeed there were three children. Two boys and a smaller girl. He didn't even know they were there. He had no clue! But Harry had. He stood straight and looked at the smaller man. "How long will it take before I have senses like yours?"

"As long as it takes for you to fully accept and merge with your wolf." Harry said, going back to sit on the bed. His muscles contracted slightly when his warm skin came into contact with the cold wall. "Right now I'd just say you are afraid of your wolf. As you were afraid of me. And there is no reason for that. You don't have to fear it."

"But doesn't it take over when you transform?"

"It can," Harry said, looking Draco in the eye. "But it is not an actual being. It is the instinct. A state of mind that is brought forth to ensure your safety and your packs survival. It will give you strength when you need it, and knowledge when you need it."

Draco nodded and leaned back when Harry reached across to the table for his glasses and an apple. "If I don't take it tomorrow, will I be like you?"

"No, probably not. The wolfs bane is already in your cells. It will take time to flush them from your system. But you should find, that when you accept what you are completely and do not use that potion, your transformations will become less painful." Harry looked over at the boy as he took a bite of his apple. The juice made a small trail down from his lip catching Draco's attention. This didn't go unnoticed, though Harry did think it best to ignore it. That is until just as he was going for another bite of his fruit a tongue licked his chin and lips. Cleaning the juice from his flesh.

Draco watched as Harry blushed bright red and smirked. "You know, after that little show you put on I'm not so sure I don't want to recreate this morning."

"B-b-b-but…You don't like guys! The entire school would know if it were otherwise!" Harry shrank into himself, truly believing that the blonde was making fun of him. It hurt his feelings to think that the boy was playing on his emotions for amusement, but it happened almost everyday in classes anyhow. People assumed how he was, never asked. So if he came to class looking angry, they'd say he'd gotten turned down for a date. If he was an emotional wreck, then he'd been suicidal, and if he were happy he was on drugs. So it wasn't an uncommon thing for someone to take a reaction of his and turn it around on him, or use it against him.

Draco was shocked when he saw the confidence melt off of the small males face. Then it occurred to him how he must have just sounded considering the amount of shit the lad took. Especially from the Weasley's. "I didn't mean for it to sound like I was goading you…" He muttered apologetically, avoiding eye contact.

"Why would you even suggest something like that?" Harry whispered and continued before Draco could retort he continued. "You don't even like me! I've bump you in the halls before and ended up having to repair my glasses! I'll admit it's nothing compared to the Weasleys, but still!"

"Is that why you're always so complacent?" The blonde was shocked. "Because of the Weasleys?"

"Partially…My relatives mostly. You know, my aunt and uncle and all that." No! No one was supposed to know any of this! Yet here he was giving his life story to a person he'd admired, though he'd never admit it aloud.

"What did they do?" A loaded question, Draco was sure. "I mean, I'd always heard that they spoiled you rotten…"

"They spoiled my cousin Dudley rotten. All I ever got from them was a cupboard under the stairs and a bunch of scars. I was moved to my cousins second bedroom for a while, but after Dumbledore told them what happened I was moved back under the stairs…My being a werewolf is the only reason I haven't been sent back."

"Can I see them? I promise I won't tell." Draco was curious, that much was for sure, but somehow, he knew that protecting Harry would be far more rewarding than embarrassing the small male in front of the entire student body. Not that it should be embarrassing, abuse was not a laughing matter. But there were some sadistic students that would believe he'd done something to deserve it.

Harry was hesitant… Draco obviously hadn't seen his back earlier, too shock by the events that played out and the sudden arrival of the house elf. So, he stood carefully and began pulling his shirt over his head. For a moment the cold was back, but it quickly left as the red blush of embarrassment covered Harry's face and chest. He saw Draco's lips twitch and frowned. What could he have wanted to smile at? 'me being uncomfortable, what else could there be…' Slowly he turned giving the blonde a full view of his back.

Draco gasped. Scars crisscrossed on every inch of the small lad's skin. It was unnerving, but still he felt the need to touch, and touch he did. The Skin beneath his hand was warm and alive. Not like the girls he'd been with. They had all been so cold, as if animated dolls. Harry's skin though, it was heated like a fire. Warm and firm, and….beautiful. He must have said the last part aloud, because Harry tensed up as began to shake.

"They're not beau-"

"I wasn't talking about the scars." Draco interrupted. "I meant your body….You…." He leaned forward and pressed as gentle kiss to the left shoulder blade. "I would give anything for you to let me have you, if only for a night."

Harry smiled grimly. All his life he'd heard how small and weak he was, now…..now here was Draco Malfoy, the most prestigious and intelligent student in the entire school telling him, Harry Potter, that he wanted to fuck the boy wonder. It would probably be the only chance he'd ever have, considering most wouldn't want to be with the blonde…and he wanted it.

::semi graphic lemon::

Draco watched Harry turn around, a blush still staining his face and chest as he look down at the floor nervously. He smiled in an amused fashion and lifted Harry's chin, leaning down to press his lips to the smaller boy's. Harry gasped and he took advantage of that to snake his tongue out, deepening the kiss. It was nothing like he'd experienced with a female. Girls were always so delicate, and although Harry, too, was delicate, it wasn't nearly like the girls' he had to lead. Harry was holding his own fine, challenging Draco whenever the chance presented it's self. He pressed his leg between Harry's thighs and pushed the boy against the wall all the while rolling his hips to add friction.

Harry's head fell back with a loud moan. He cursed himself again for being so sensitive. Draco wasn't helping. He felt the blonde grind himself slowly into his pelvis and tried to hold in another obnoxiously loud moan that forced it's self out.

The blonde was grinning as he worked his way down Harry's front, stopping momentarily at the boy's neck and collarbones before he reach the nipples. He found it unsurprising that Harry's pale flesh was hairless, but he was glad of that. Draco nipped at the tender flesh of the small dark haired boy reddening the already pink buds. He was doing his best to ignore his growing problem, but with every cry that Harry let out, Draco felt like he would explode. He heard Harry gasp loudly and latched down on the nipple.

Harry screamed when Draco bit him. It had hurt terribly, but in that same moment he'd felt a rush of pleasure flood him only to increase as the blonde repeated the process on his other nipple. He felt lost as he basked in the splendor of the feelings that took him over. No one had ever touched him like this. Hell, no one had ever even spoken to him as much as Draco had in this one day. In this time, he never once noticed that the waist of his pants had been lowered to his knees or his boxer briefs following. Harry looked down just as Draco was dropping all the way down and almost unnoticeable caressed the throbbing manhood. Harry's body still reacted, however, and the moan was soft.

Draco wrapped his fingers around the dripping member before him, sliding his hand from the tip to the base. The smaller lads moan was louder this time. He leaned forward, fully prepared to take the cock in his mouth, though he wasn't quite sure what he was doing, he figured he'd had it done enough times to him to have the gist of it. Harry's breathy voice interrupted him.

"Wha' are you doin'?" He hardly whispered. "I can' stan' any mor'…" His knees were weak and before he could stop himself he slid down the wall.

Draco grinned all the same. "Don't stand then. I can experiment with you just fine here." He leaned back down before Harry could protest and engulfed the weeping manhood. He could taste the slightly salty moisture on his tongue and decided to be a bit more bold. He opened his mouth wider and forced himself down on the cock as far as he could stand, only half realizing he was able to take Harry to the base. He gripped the lads hips tightly, holding them down as he continued to taste the boy below him. As it were, not only was he very vocal, but he moved a lot. 'at least he's not like a stick….all those girls that just laid there and took it. Ugh…'

Harry felt Draco shudder and immediately began trying to move away from him, which was proving hard due to the blondes tight hold and the odd heaviness in his body. He tried harder not to vocalize his pleasure so that he might form actual words and not just sounds. Frankly, Harry was surprised that he hadn't reached climax yet. He certainly had reached it quickly that morning. He gasped. Something was touching him. Probing his entrance. His resolve to escape shattered as his back arched off the ground. Was he trying to escape the insistent fingers or was he trying to feel more of Draco's warmth? He couldn't tell anymore. All he felt was longing and a heat pooling in his stomach.

The blonde drove his fingers deeper into the small werewolf, wiggling and searching for the spot that would drive the boy mad with need. Draco would admit, he had touched himself there before, and in those few times he'd found an area of sensitive nerves that had him reaching orgasm faster than any sexual encounter had.

He was pulled away from his thoughts by Harry's sweet sounds and released the manhood with a quiet 'pop'. He had obviously found the spot if the dark haired lads forceful downwards movements were any indication. "Do you like that Harry?" He said as he hastily unbuttoned his trousers with his free hand and removed his erection from its constraints. He stroked himself in time with Harry's movements until his own head was weeping so violently that he himself was resisting his climax.

The younger boy moaned with dissatisfaction as Draco removed his fingers and began jerking the pants and underwear off of his ankles. "You'll like this…" The blonde whispered as he settled himself between Harry's legs and suddenly the boy felt as though he'd finally been completed. Draco had sheathed himself completely and struggled to stay still. The boy was so tight that it must have been mildly painful for him, so certainly he could give him a minute to adjust, right?

Harry began squirming though. "M've…" He grunted trying to show what he meant by pushing himself down. He felt Draco begin to pull out and frowned, quickly wrapping his legs around the dominants waist just as he was about to leave him completely.

"I thought you wanted me to stop." 'Not that it would have been easy…' Draco thought to himself.

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes in order to get his bearings. "I said…Move-"

"That's what I'm-"

"No…Move!" Harry pushed his hips in a downward motion again, this time forcing the erect manhood farther into him. He heard the blonde gasp and smirked. Finally it wasn't him supplying the noise. That was certain to change however as Draco took a hold of Harry's hips and began thrusting in to him, slowly. Harry was keening again, but he wanted more. He wanted it rougher.

A whine escaped his lips as he bucked himself up more forcefully. The blonde seemed to get the picture this time and pulled out of the tight passage with a more deliberate slowness before driving himself back into Harry with such strength that a deafening scream erupted from the small lad.

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