Rating: MATURE
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Chapter 4
Draco held the pillow tighter to his chest, rolling around his bed. It had been two days since the incident with Potter and it embarrassed him like nothing else. He had been in the middle of cumming when he had smelled the other boys scent, and without him realizing it he had been drawn to the aroma like a diabetic and sugar.
Luckily he had enough sense to stuff his limp cock back into his pants before attacking the Gryffindor. He didn't know what he was thinking when he had clung like that to Harry. All he knew was the scent and magical energy that emitted from the Gryffindors skin.
It had sent him into the throes of heat, one that caused his skin to crawl and his body to become overly sensitive. The moment Harry had said 'bed' he had lost it. The only thing he wanted to do was be kissed and ravaged by the other boy and had been about to beg before he had come to his senses.
"Good thing to. If I hadn't stopped we might have had sex in the hallway." Draco muttered, ignoring the flash of heat that swept through his body. He sighed as he continued to roll around, his mattress creaking beneath him at his restless movements.
He slowly ceased his rolling and stared at the ceiling, pillowing his head with his arm. He felt a twitch near the small of his back and he winced, his magic fluctuating painfully as he tried to keep his image from wavering. He glanced around and outside, making sure the door was locked and the window covered before he let his façade slip and his magic fade away.
He sighed in relief as the ever present weakness slowly subsided, his human form shivering before dwindling into nothing. He grinned and stretched, his back arching and sinew muscles flexing before he slowly went lax.
Draco stared at the ceiling for a while, totally content as he felt his true self emerge from beneath the layers of magic he kept around himself like a shield. He shivered as his tail fluffed up from the small of his back, the long furry appendage wrapping itself around his leg.
Draco grinned and reached down to dig his fingers into the soft fur of his tail, rubbing the white coat as he continued to gaze up at the ceiling. He played with the black and blue tip, feeling drowsy as he did so, knowing if he kept touching his tail he would soon drop off to sleep.
He was about to do just that when he heard rumbling from outside and he started, his eyes widening as excitement shot up his body. He bounded off the bed, his tail swishing behind him and brushing against his ankle as he raced to the window of his room.
He gazed outside and with a jolt realized a thunderstorm was brewing outside, rain falling heavily as the clouds curled around Hogwarts. He immediately reached forward and flipped the latch to his window open, flinging it up see the cool breeze and the freezing rain pelted his skin.
His tail whipped around his legs in excitement, copying his mood as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. With a laugh he threw out his hands, magic crackling along his skin as the thunderstorm crashed outside his window.
The wind howled around him and the rain battered his skin, soaking his tail, hair, and clothes. It was exhilarating. It made Draco take a deep breath and relish in the energy pouring into his body. It had been too long since a thunderstorm had taken over Hogwarts, and it had left Draco drained and in need of magic to replenish the strength he lost every day trying to keep his human disguise in place.
Now he felt power pool into his body, causing him to shiver. His eyes began to change and his skin glowed, his tail shaking madly as the energy from the storm soaked into his skin.
Draco sighed in pleasure as he felt the weakness that had persisted all week finally fade away, leaving him with a sense of relief. With a sudden cry he threw back his head and tensed, his body shivering as his image wavered.
Draco gritted his teeth to ward off the change, his fists clenching as his nails lengthened and dug into the skin of his palm. Luckily the pain helped him wrestle with the need to transform. He stood there and panted, his limbs twitching as the storm subsided, leaving him drench, his body thrumming with barely leashed power.
When the storm was over he reached forward and closed the window, flipping the latch to lock it before pulling his curtains closed. He stood for a moment, not moving as he felt the ripples of power shiver down his back, causing his heart to thrum.
Draco moaned at the feeling, shaking himself before walking to his bed and shedding his clothes. He climbed onto the mattress and wrapped himself in his blankets, reaching down to take his wet tail and pulled it over his legs to hold as he fell asleep.
Draco grinned as he walked into the Great Hall, holding his human form with no problem. He felt giddy with power, and he hoped it would last until his heat ended. He was distracted from his thoughts when a sudden delicious scent invaded his nose, causing his heart to race. He looked around, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
When he couldn't find out where it was coming from he shrugged and took a seat beside Pansy. Without looking at her he leaned her way and brought his voice down to a whisper. "Next week. Next week is when I'll tell you." He said, glancing at the witch from the corner of his eye and sighing in relief when Pansy perked up and began to shovel food into her mouth.
"Hey Draco. Can I ask you something?" Pansy said, grabbing bread and butter.
Draco glanced at her and nodded cautiously, reaching for a glass of pumpkin juice and taking a sip.
"Has Harry shagged you yet?"
Draco sputtered and choked, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he rounded on the girl beside him. "What?! What the hell Pansy?" He hissed, keeping his voice down as he set the glass back onto the wooden surface of the table.
Pansy shrugged and bit a piece of bacon, her attitude casual. "Well, I just thought that the Gryffindor had finally made a move is all. What with the way he looks at you." She said matter-a-factly. "It's hard to miss."
Draco stared at her, shocked. "What do mean the way he looks at me?" He asked tentatively.
The other Slytherin glanced up and smiled, her eyes holding a wicked gleam. "Why do you want to know? It's not like you like him anyway." She said, her voice neutral as she spooned eggs onto her plate. "Anyway, to answer your question, Potter has been looking at you like he wants to push you against a wall and have at it."
Draco jolted at that, feeling heat spike as he imagined it.
"He is practically undressing you with just his eyes. To be honest I'm kind of jealous." Pansy said ruefully, glancing over at the Gryffindor table and grinning. "If you want to know what the 'look' looks like you should take a peek over at our little friend." She said, gesturing toward the Gryffindor side of the table.
Draco responded without thinking and looked over, flushing when his eyes locked with Potters. He felt heat whip up his spine and he shuddered, sweat breaking out along his hairline and upper lip. He absentmindedly licked his cupid bow as he stared, his cock twitching in his pants when he saw the Gryffindors gaze narrow at the action.
Without considering how his actions will bite him in the arse he did it again, his pupils dilating when he saw Potter start. He watched as he saw Potters friend Granger take notice and glance his way and with a curse he ducked out of view, pressing his forehead against the rough surface of the table as heat curled in his belly.
He heard Pansy say something above him and he glanced up, not daring to glance over at the Gryffindors table. "What was that?"
"Just a matter of time."
Harry watched as Pansy said something to Draco and gestured to his table. The blonde immediately looked over but Harry didn't bother to look away, instead watching the Slytherin lick his lips and causing his eyes to narrow. He jolted when Malfoy did it again and he almost cursed as his cock twitched.
He whirled around when Hermione said something to him and he shook his head, trying to wrench his thoughts away from a naked Malfoy. "What was that?" He asked, not evening caring that the witch snorted and rolled her eyes.
"I was saying Harry that I think I found something on the dreams you've been having." She said, not missing the way the Gryffindor snapped to attention. "But I just don't think any of it is possible. Everything I find I either have to disregard all together or I would have to have enough evidence that I can base the information on." She said, her lip curling in frustration. "No matter how much I search I can't find anything."
Harry nodded tensely at that, his lips thinned. "It's fine Hermione. But I do have a question." He said, frowning thoughtfully. "Did you look into religions or different cultures? Have you been just sticking to the things in Hogwarts or London?" He said, grasping at straws. He didn't want to admit that Hermione might not find anything at all, bit he was confident that she would find something to explain the way he felt stretched in two different directions.
Hermione immediately perked up, sending the other Gryffindor a grin before bounding out of her seat and grabbing her things. "That's brilliant Harry!" She exclaimed, about to run off when she stopped and dug through her bag. "By the way this came from Ron. He asked me to give it to you since he was home with Molly and George." She said, handing Harry the thick envelope before running off.
Harry watched as she left to go to the library, his lips pulling into a smile. He looked down at the letter he held and reasoned he should read it that night. He sighed and stood, glancing from the corner of his eye and feeling a jolt when he realized the blonde Slytherin was staring at him.
He froze but then snorted at himself and shook his head while tucking the letter away and pulling his bag on while heading out of the Great hall, his back burning from the gaze of a certain Slytherin boy.
Draco groaned and staggered, his eyes widening as he felt the heat lash at his skin and burning his body with molten fire. "NO! Not now!" He hissed as he glanced widely around the corridor. People were milling around and blocking the stairs, causing him to pale in panic as he felt his cock harden.
He cursed and lunged for the stairs, pushing people out of the way as he rushed up the stairs and to his bedroom. He heard voices behind him but paid them no heed, instead bolting to the dorm and his room. He shoved it open and threw his bag down, which was becoming a habit, and was about to shed his clothes when he froze.
The delicious scent that he had smelled in the Great Hall wafted up his nose, filling his lungs and causing his heart to miss a beat. He raised his chin and sniffed, his eyes slowly changing as his heat pulled him to the door of his room.
He took a step forward and stopped, his hand raised to open his door when he heard muttering from outside. He tilted his head to listen, striding forward to press his ear to the door.
"-ond anything?" A voice said, the tone deep and bringing to mind the image of smoke and musky cologne.
Another voice, feminine and high pitched, answered. "I've found a few other things but not enough. You're suggestion helped a lot Harry. I was looking into Chinese and Japanese culture. You can't even imagine all the things they believe in."
Draco jolted at hearing the Gryffindors name, his brain connecting two and two together and making him realize the other person was Granger. He frowned and pressed closer to the door, ignoring the flash of heat and his leaking cock in favor of eavesdropping.
"I don't think I could." Harry admitted, his voice muffled by the hard wood of the door. "Thank you Hermione. I really need to know what this is. Just last night I was dreaming about shagging Malfoy while he was tied up."
Draco stiffened, his cheeks flushing. Potter dreamed about him? He thought incredulously, his body clenching as his cock jerked. He almost missed the next thing the Gryffindor said, but thankfully his hearing was better than a humans.
"If this keeps up I might not be able to control myself around him! This has been going on for weeks and its becoming unbearable!" Harry snarled, the tone of his voice causing Draco's breathing to hitch. "And to make things more intolerable the dreams have been getting worse with each day in passing!"
Draco tensed, his cheeks paling as he realized just what the Gryffindor was talking about. Oh no. It can't be! Draco thought frantically, pushing away from the door. He stood there, shocked as the mummers from outside his door slowly faded.
Draco fisted his hair and yanked, his magic suddenly falling in his panic and revealing his tail. He gritted his teeth and paced, his eyes wide and full of horror.
"H-He's the one? No. He can't be!" Draco hissed to himself, his mind turning. "He hates me! It can't ever happen!" He exclaimed, ignoring the voice in his head that reminded him that the Gryffindor dreamed of shagging him.
His tail whipped in fury behind him as he paced, the soft fur brushing against his ankles and calves. He paid it no mind though as he ranted, his skin beginning to flush as he held off his heat. "No! I won't allow this! I-It can't be him! Anyone but him!" Draco snarled heatedly, suddenly coming to a stop.
"But who else would I trust with this?" Draco muttered, his mind turning and coming up empty. "No one, that's who." He said softly, sighing as he walked to his bed and sat down.
He buried his face into his hands and thought, finally coming to a decision. "I don't have to tell him. I just have to….avoid him. At all cost." Draco uttered, his tail limp behind him as he sighed. "This week is going to be hell."
HEY GUYS! This chapter isnt answering any of your questions. but im not sorry! but thats just because i did so much research that i will leave you in confusion because of the pain me and my eyes went through trying to find out what Draco was! I hope you liked it and would love if you reveiwed, until next time!
