"Honestly, brat, what am I going to do with you?" Severus sighed, rubbing his brow as he stared down at the Chosen One. Harry grinned in response and turned back to the mirror, a peircing needle pressed to his right nostril.
"If you don't want to watch you don't have to." He giggled, neon yellow nails glowing under the antiseptic that had spilled all over them. If one couldn't tell immediately, Harry was pretty clumsy when it came to doing anything to himself; hence why Severus was standing over him like a worried parent.
"Don't be silly, boy. Someone has to make sure you don't stab yourself in the eye. They're too lovely a color to ruin."
Harry giggled again, held his breath, and pushed the needle through. He accidentally went too far and stabbed lightly into his septum, eliciting a small cry and a surging of tiny tears.
"You're only saying that because they're mum's eyes." He whimpered nasily, gingerly touching around the wound. He pulled a small clear package of studs from his pocket, and dug out one that resembled a classic yellow smileyface. Whispering a small healing spell, he took out the needle and stuck in the crudely designed stud.
"Too true, Harry. Now, are you finished? We're required in the dining room, as we were informed of quite some time ago." Severus sneered. Harry chuckled and looped his arm around Severus'.
"Lead the way, holmes."
As the two walked down the hall, Harry's face turned serious, and he looked over to the barely shorter man with a strong glint in his lovely eyes.
"It's going to get worse soon. I need to get to him." Harry almost whimpered. The two linked arms tightened simultaneously, and Severus couldn't help but reach up and pat his companion's shoulder.
"In due time, Harry. First we must comply to your family's demands, and join the hoarde of them for supper. In the meantime... how is it feeling? Are the pins to come out soon or not?"
"They're still tender. I think a bit longer will do, not just yet. He... He wasn't going easy on me, that much is certain. After that nasty situation, and the potion, I don't think it's due to feel better, even."
Severus stopped, halting Harry as well and looking the man directly in the eye. "But?"
"But nothing," Harry answered, looking down,"After your meal I'm apparating directly to him. No questions or comments, and no concerns."
The Potion's master scoffed. "What an arrogant boy you've become, Harry."
"Just like my father, Severus, no longer 'Just Harry'." -
Supper was agonizingly boring and slow, with Harry shifting in his seat and grittingly declining each time the potatoes were offered his way. Small, subtle inquiries of just what the hell his problem was were made, but he ignored them all in favor of concentrating on not biting them all to death and fleeing. Finally, the last plate was cleared, and Harry bolted from the room, apparating the second he was out of the house's wards.
The landing was a bit sloppy, but being so near to seeing his pet was driving him daft. He stumbled for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the dark colors around him.
"...Harry?"
He whirled around, seeing immediately the startled grey eyes that greeted him. A large grin spread over his face and he held out a hand, gesturing for his property to aproach.
"My sweet baby, I missed you... Come closer and give me a hug." He cooed, awaiting his charge to do exactly that. The boy, a smidge shorter than Harry, looked more than apprehensive, and the hesitation made Harry angry.
For the split second it took for Harry to stalk forward and roar with all his might, his mouth had opened more than a foot, revealing several misplaced fangs jutting every which way. His eyes flushed with agitation and he yanked the smaller boy forward, the latter of which grunted in pain.
"Sweetheart, you know better than to disobey. I'm only thinking of you and your happiness, and you pay me back with hesitance. What kind of pet is that?" Harry tutted, running a now clawed hand along the boy's jawline. Blonde hair fell into a soft, pale face.
"Go fuck yourself, Harry." The blonde spat, trying to yank himself away from the creature.
"I'd rather fuck you... But you won't let me. Why won't you accept this, Draco?" Harry cooed, running a long tongue along the blonde's neck.
"Because this isn't my choice. This isn't what I wanted. I'd rather die than be your 'pet'!" Draco snarled, this time succeeding in wrenching himself out of Harry's grasp. Harry growled and glared at his feistly little mate, dragging him across the room to press him to the wall.
"I will say this once more, and only once more, Draco. I have lost my patience. I have kept you safe and cared for, I have defiled my pride to keep you happy. I have given up my heat because you weren't ready for me. The full moon is in SIX DAYS, Draco. Either you do this on your terms, Or I will take them by mine!"
With those last words he threw Draco to the ground, ripping his shirt from his own torso and kneeling down to rest on Draco's stomache. A succession of black stripes were visable down his back, growing larger as they reached his pelvis. Harry's ears were elongated and pointed, a coal black resting at the tip.
"When people find out what you are, they'll lock you away, Harry." Draco sneered. "You're supposed to be extinct, so just die!"
Harry giggled, features fading somewhat into the normal Harry, fucked up hair, nose peircing and all. "Well, it's a good thing only you and father know what I am then, hm?"
"Severus doesn't know what you really are, Harry. He's never seen you around your mate. He's never seen you as an animal. I have."
Harry took a moment to stare down into the eyes of his mate, his hand tracing patterns along his torso. For a second, Draco saw eyes so tender he almost gave in and let Harry have him, but then logic trudged on.
"Well then, Draco. We'll have to make sure he never does."
The transition from summer to school is always a lame one. There's a drifting feeling that comes with summer, and your body tends to get used to languid hours and restless nights. The preparation your mind goes through when you know that soon your life will be scheduled is never enough to get your body going, and the sudden halt of loose activity is jolting. It's always a bit surreal, stepping onto the train and knowing that you're going to be at school after so long.
There were still two days before the full moon, and Harry's hormones were raging. He'd already hunted down where he knew his baby was, and yanked open the door to the compartment with more force than nessecary.
Draco stared up at him like he was crazy, while his friends smirked and scowled. Harry payed mind only to his blonde haired pet.
"What do you want, Potter? As you can plainly see, this compartments full, so go tough it with the lions for awhile." Pansy sneered, the other present Slytherins laughing Draco, Harry, and Blaise weren't laughing.
"Draco, sweet thing that you are, why don't you get rid of excess baggage, hm?" Harry purred. Draco glared up at the boy and was tempted to refuse, but the feral gleam the dark haired Beast sported was enough to force compliance.
"You heard him. Leave." He said evenly, leaning back in the seat.
"But Dra-
"Leave." He snapped, glaring over at Pansy. The girl set a pout to her face but got up along with the others and left. Blaise looked over to Draco questioningly, but the blonde just waved it off and dismissed the dark boy. When the two were alone, Harry locked the compartment door and walked over to straddle his mate's lap.
"I missed you, Draco..." He whispered, letting his tongue travel up the other's neck to play behind his ear. Draco shivered.
"You were only away three da- ahh... H-Harry..." He gasped. Harry smirked, his hand grinding against the cloth covering Draco's almost-erection.
"Have you used those three days to think, Draco? You only have two left until it's time. And if I have to use force, it would be far from pleasant for you..."
"Sh-shit... Harry. Stop." He moaned out, now thrusting into Harry's hand. His hands came up to tug at multicolored locks, bringing a grin from Harry's face.
"I don't want to. You are my submissive, my property, my bitch. You would do well to remember your place."
"I'm not... yours." Draco glared, head the slightest clearer. Harry just chuckled and leaned down to his baby, lips inches away.
"Wait until I'm an animal, Draco. Did you know a thylacine's junk is twice to size of most humans? They also tend to be violent, almost to the point of murder, during sex. If their mate doesn't comply to every wish, the insolence can get them killed."
"So that's what you are..." Draco sneered. "I don't want to be a part of your bestial fantasy, Potter-
"And now we're back to last names? Honestly, Malfoy... You know me better."
"I know you're a monster."
Harry didn't say much after Draco's scathing response to that, merely snuggled into his pet's chest and closed his eyes, holding onto the other's now wrinkled beyond repair shirt with clawed hands. Draco couldn't help but find the sight endearing, and wondered where exactly Harry's friends were.
