Potter in Wonderland

From Caterpillar to Cat

Malfoy. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't right. It shouldn't be Malfoy that turned him on; it should be Ginny. He tried to picture her in place of Malfoy but was once again drawn to the expanse of soft, pale thighs.

The Malfoy-Cat continued to look down at him, a large smirk in place, as if he knew something Harry didn't. Which, in any case, was probably true. Malfoy needed to stay out of trouble from the Ministry this year especially, so he proved he was good little wizard to everyone but Harry. He was just as much of a git as he'd always been albeit more subtly, possibly even more as he acted as if Harry had stolen something from him.

"What are you doing here?" He snapped at Malfoy, worried that if he stared any longer forming a coherent sentence would be impossible. His cock twitched when his eyes settled on that arse. So not a good idea.

The cat smiled before saying in a smooth, purring voice "My, my. Such hostility. And I don't believe we've ever even met. My name is Malchire, the all knowing cat, but feel free to call me Draco." It sounded incredibly seductive, and the Brunette has to wonder for a moment if Malfoy did it on purpose.

Oh, so he was playing that game was he? Ignoring the blood rushing to his groin, he stared back at the cat and said "Draco? Like in Dragon? How the bloody hell did you get that from 'Malchire'?" Hey. it was a legit question.

The blond continued smirking and completely ignored the question. Soddy git.

"From what I see, poor pathetic Harry can't seem to even be able to follow a rabbit and is in need of...
Help."

Harry spluttered. "You said we didn't know each other! You just said my name!"

"I did nothing of the sort. Now, stop insulting my intelligence and get over here and pet me before I leave you to fend for yourself against these viciously colorful flowers."

"Who said I needed h-
Pet you?!" his heart almost stopped in his chest.

"Hm. Looks like you're more daft then I thought. Yes, pet me. Say it with me now; p-"

"I understood that! But why on Earth would you want me to pet you?" he exclaimed, waiting for Malfoy to start laughing like a lunatic and call him an idiot for taking it seriously. Much to Harry's(as he would like to think) chagrin, the blond didn't.

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's my heat season, of course. The only other person I know of who could touch me is Blaise, king of Spades and a pervert, which is rather repulsive for me. I just need someone to pet me for a bit, and I'll resist fucking for the time being."

"And I'm not repulsive to you?" Harry said, trying to make sense of the situation. Don't think about fucking him don't think about fucking him. What was happening now was so out of character for the mini death-eater it was beginning to scare him.

He scoffed. "Of course not. Have you looked on the mirror lately I wouldn't even mind if my litter of kittens looked like you some day." He said wistfully.

Well, so much for keeping his thoughts clean, Harry thought. He was suddenly very aware of how hot it was outside. He needed to get this over with quickly.

"Okay, so if I do this for you, you'll tell me how to get to the duchess?" He tried, with a valiant attempt to keep his voice in tact.

There was that smirk. "More or less."

Harry sighed. What did he have to loose? His dick thought. My sanity. His brain countered.

Draco slipped off the branch and Harry was able to see those long leggs and plump bottom in action. He gulped when he saw a small tuft of white curls where the button of his shorts were left undone.

Well, he's dug his grave, may as well lay in it.

Harry plopped down on the grass where Draco had done much the same thing. As Harry reached out to touch the pale skin, all rational thoughts of oh, say, Ginny, went up in flames as he began rubbing the skin just under the hem of his stockings, tentatively, and placing his other hand on the blond's knee. The skin felt the same way it looked; soft, and smooth.

Draco shuddered, the touches were pleasantly hot, and tickled softly like the tip of a feather as they pressed across his skin.

Oh. The Cat shuddered as the hand on his knee trailed up the side of his leg, each time it brushed against his sensitive skin he shuddered, and attached itself to his waist where Harry's thumb began a soft, circling motion.

His hand reached up to touch the side of the brunette's face; where it rested with no complaint from the other male. For a small moment they were both in their own world, absorbed in each other as their faces inched closer together, eyes drinking in the appearance of the person they were touching, hot breath mingling as a pale hand moved down to a set of strong, tanned shoulders-

-and Harry, the bloody git, seemed to sense what was happening and pulled away with panic in his eyes.

He stood up awkwardly, brushing off invisible dirt from his black well-fitted jeans, and avoided looking at the sexually frustrated Cat on the ground in front of him.

"Erm, yeah, um, can you tell me how to get to the duchess now?" He coughed out, the small hint of red in his cheeks endearing.

Draco, instead of responding right away, took his time to look over the slightly disheveled male in front of him. He was attractive no doubt, even more so then he had been in seventh year. His jaw was attractively strong, and his body was toned arousingly and his loose, back curly hair sticking endearingly out in all directions and slightly tanned skin gave him an almost Italian look. His eyes trained to a certain spot, where a very prominent and big bulge could be seen at his front. The raven seemed to notice what he was looking at and blushed, but made no attempt to hide it.
All the heat in the blond's body rush to the spot in-between his legs where he wanted the raven most; thrusting in and out-

Oh. He felt his knickers dampen (the wonders of being a Cat hybrid) and decided it would be a wise choice to stay away from those thoughts. He didn't want to violate the other man by jumping him, for Merlin's sake!

He could just hear a voice in His head screaming about how the story was getting sidetracked.

He smirked again, mischievously, as his body began to fade away under the hard gaze of the brunette looking for answers and said;
"To get to the duchess, you must grow to your old size first.
Continue down the path,
And listen to his sweet thirst."

The blond disappeared with the riddle, and Harry was left, once frustratingly again, confused.

He shook his head of anymore indecent thoughts, and began to think about what the Cat had hinted to. He looked forwards from the tree.
"Down the path we go." He mumbled to himself, the stiff flesh between his legs rather painful as he trudged on, abnormally exhausted.

As the Malchire seemed to have foretold, the plants grew so painfully colorful and poncy that any guy with a hint of pride would go running from the mere sight of them. Self preservation.

Harry bared with it, until they started to sing. It was quiet and melodic, but it soon grew into a choir of voices. It was pleasant the brunette figured, though he'd never actually admit it.

"Quite lovely, isn't it?"

Harry jumped at the sound of the voice. Blimey, if he doesn't know who that one belonged to. He swirled around in The midst of shouting;
"Professor!"

Up on a huge purple mushroom, Dumbledore sat, an odd mixture of big fluffy caterpillar and human. It didn't look to odd, just funny, really.

He had a pipe to his lips, from which emitted a series of lemon yellow bubbles. The same color as lemon pops.

Is this what Draco told him to look for? It made sense, after all, it seemed that even in this world Dumbledore had athirst for sweets.

"Why hello there," the caterpillar commented. "May I help you?"

Harry's heart sank. for a moment, he had hope professor would have recognized him but, like everyone else in this world, regarded him as a stranger. No matter. he needed to stay focused.

Draco said he needed to return to his old size to find the duchess, right?

"Am, yeah, I guess. I need to get back to my normal height."

"What makes you think I can do that?"

"A-
Friend told me." He said, struggling for a word. Did Draco count as a friend in this world?

"Hm. A helpful friend, bu the looks of it."

Harry didn't know weather to blush or nod.
"Can you-can you answer a few questions for me, first?"

When the other being said nothing, Harry took his chance.

"Where am I?"

"Why, you're talking with me, of course."

Harry sighed. More games. Great.
"Fine. What's a Malchire?"

Dumbledore huffed out a few bubbles. "The only creature know to know exactly everything and everywhere about Wonderland."

"Wonderland?"

"Wonderland."

"Can you help me grow bigger?" He tried.

"yes."

"Can you tell me how to grow bigger?"

The Caterpillar smiled. "But of course. Now we see exactly how helpful your friend was."

Harry had an uneasy feeling growing in his stomach.

The hybrid sat in silence, puffing bubbles, and Harry figured this was a chance to think.

Listen to his sweet thirst. The listening part could have been about the singing flowers, who's melody faded into into the background of the scene. It could have also meant 'Listen to His sweet thirst', in an attempt to emphasis the clue.

Sweet. Lemon pops.

Then maybe it meant-

"Excuse me?" he said, interrupting the silence.

"Yes?"

"Would it, you know, work if I took a puff?"

"I might." The Man said, reaching down and handing him the puffer, which Harry took.

He brought it to his lips before freezing. Lemon pops are sour.

He looked at it hesitantly before drawing it away from his lips.

Harry looked up towards his old Headmaster and asked "Do you have anything sweeter?"

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment before answering "I do have a few sugar mice."

Harry smiled, triumphant as the man reached behind him and offered Harry his pick from the scampering enchanted sugar forms. Yes! this was it! this was what Malfoy had meant. Not sour, even if it was a sweet; sweet.

They were shiny, even more so in the sun and as Harry took one, he thought, Aren't these Malfoy's favorite?
He scoffed in amusement. Go figure.

And he plopped one into his mouth.

Again with the feel of pollyjuice; his bones were being stretched out, his skin expanding, until finally it ended. when he opened his eyes (he wasn't exactly sure of when he'd closed them) he gasped in realization that he was standing in a lush garden that looked as if it belonged to the house in the center of it. He heard yelling and knew instantly; this is where he would find the duchess.

Russia; Yay for Drarry!
Before you ask, yes, Draco will bottom, but only b/c I like Sub!Draco
0.05% more then Sub!Harry or when they alternate.

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