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Chapter 7: Angels and Demons
"To dance again. I've been waiting all my life to dance again. The music playing, the people swaying, come on let's dance again!" the hunk of a man danced and sung onstage, flexing his arm muscles impressively.
From the back of the theater Voldemort sat with Pettigrew, Bellatrix, and Scabior. The darkest wizard of the century was gloating over his oh so wonderful plot and trying not to drool over the gorgeous man on stage. Voldemort turned to judge how Scabior was reacting to the man and was happy to see the Death Eater was staring raptly at the singer, shifting uncomfortably in what Voldemort noticed to be his too tight pants.
The group waited patiently for the show to be over, all of them rather impressed with the muggle show, although Bellatrix would never admit that. Although the Dark Lord actually wasn't completely sure she even watched part of it, her having spent the entire musical trying to get into his pants, er, robes. Again. The only thing that Voldemort didn't enjoy was that his character died in the end, getting beaten by Harry-sodding-Potter of course. But at least that Potter wasn't as insanely sexy as the Harry Potter he knew, he was more cute to tell the truth. He was, however, very impressed that the muggles had managed to portray his relationship with Quirrel almost exactly as it had been. Voldemort sighed, now he missed that Professor. It also saddened him a great deal that there was no Lucius in this musical, he really was his favorite minion.
After the show Voldemort and his henchmen sneaked backstage and located a door marked "Joe Walker". They barged into the dressing room to see the man, evidently named Joe Walker, reapplying his grey make-up. "Muah ha ha ha I have trapped you." Voldemort cackles evilly, trying not to ogle the man's bare chest.
Joe jumped in shock and spun around, eyes widening when he saw the motley crew. "Who in the blazes are you?" he exclaimed, backing up as Bellatrix approached him with an evil cackle.
"I'm you." Voldemort said simply with a wide smirk. He drew his wand and panted it at the man, who looked at the wooden stick with horror.
"Stupefy."
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Draco grinned at his reflection in the mirror as he added the finishing touches to his costume. The day he had been waiting for had finally arrived. Thank god it was on a Saturday. That's right, this most exciting of days was indeed Halloween and boy did Draco have a plan. Or at least it was a sort-of plan. A basic idea.
He had been working on his costume all day since they had no classes and he was, unsurprisingly, VERY proud of it. He added the last of his eye shadow and smiled dashingly at his reflection, turning to Blaise who was dressed as a Rock Star (but to Draco looked more like a stripper).
"It's show time."
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"How does this look?" Ron asked Harry, gesturing towards his hat with a feather in it. Harry looked over Ron with a skeptical expression.
"Are you really wearing tights?" Harry smirked, gesturing towards Ron's leggings. The Ginger was dressed as Robin Hood, complete with bow and arrows, tunic and tights. Hermione was of course going as his counterpart-Maid Marian, complete with a flowing Arthurian dress.
Ron scowled at his best friend in the mirror. "For your information yes I am. Hermione thinks they're sexy." he said, turning a light pink.
Harry chuckled. "They look very...tight." he smirked, taking off his glasses and putting in a pair of contacts Hermione had given him for just this occasion that magnified his eyes very nicely. He turned around to look at Ron. "How do I look?"
The Ginger gaped at him. "That's one of the scariest things I've ever seen." he muttered.
"Bloody hell, Harry!" an Irish yelp came from the doorway. Seamus stood just inside the dorm room, dressed in his firefighter stripper costume (complete with suspenders), gaping at Harry. "You're the sexiest demon I've ever seen."
Rolling his eyes, Harry grinned showing his pointed fangs. "I do try, Seamus. Watch this, it's so cool!" he exclaimed excitedly. He rolled his shoulders and a pair of glossy black-feathered wings sprouted out of his back. "Hermione helped me transfigure them." he rolled his shoulders again and the wings disappeared.
Seamus whistled, rather impressed. "Impressive. The teeth are a nice touch."
Harry grinned again, slipping a silver chain with a lightening bolt pendant over his neck so it hung down over his bare chest, where his shirt was open. "This is going to be a fun night."
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When Draco entered the Great Hall with Pansy and Blaise at his side he was overwhelmed by the spooky and very dark ambiance. He looked around slowly, standing in the doorway, unaware that the light from the Entrance Hall was reflecting off his white-feathered wings, practically making them glow. On one WMD of the Hall was a ling table with bubbling cauldrons filled with drinks and food. Floating in mid-air were pumpkins which cast a flickering light over the hall and the walls were adorned with skeletons, rusted shackles, and chains. The main portion of the Great Hall was a dance floor where most of the student body was currently standing.
They were standing because every student's eyes were locked on the gorgeous angel that had appeared amidst them. Draco's silver eyes were glowing in the half-light, a halo of light radiating around his head, his wings fluttering slightly in the soft breeze, and his skin almost seemed translucent.
There was a gasp at something behind Draco and the Slytherin turned around, not noticing his two friends disappearing from his side. Behind Draco stood the most ethereal being he had ever set eyes on. The Demon's hair shined darkly, his brilliant green eyes glinting in the light. His pants were tight and black; hugging his arse very nicely in Draco's opinion, and his shirt hugged his abdomen, the lacing opening mid-chest and the sleeves flaring. And then there were the black wings that sprouted from his shoulders. There was no way to describe the creature except otherworldly.
The Demon stepped forward, sending Draco a dashing smile that flashed a set of small sparking fangs. "I see I've found my angel tonight." he whispered, almost a purr, in Draco's ear as he stalked past. He winked over his shoulder at the Slytherin before sauntering over to Robin Hood and Maid Marian.
"Well that was certainly an entrance." Hermione grinned at Harry, clutching onto Ron's arm.
Harry grinned, turning back to look at the doorway to see the Angel had vanished. "Wasn't he GORGEOUS?!" Harry practically squealed. "I mean those wings..." he sighed happily, completely breaking his appearance of a sexy demon from hell.
"Everyone's watching you, Harry." Seamus swaggered over, attempting to look as sexy as possible. "You and that Angel make an erotic pair, unfortunately." he sighed before grinning widely again. "But did you see Zabini? Damn he's hot."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Do you hit on anything that moves?"
"Not everything." Seamus snickered with a gleam to his eyes. "Only hot things."
Harry tuned his friends out in favor of searching through the shadows of the Great Hall in search of his blonde angel. He caught sight of Draco-an ethereal beauty that shined in the darkness, between a fairy and a tanned rock star.
He was trying to decide if flirting with Zabini would make Draco mad when a Nymph dressed in a shimmering blue dress came up to him. "Hello Harry." Luna said dreamily, looking him up and down with a far-off expression. "Nice horns." she complimented him breezily, pointing to the two small red points that stuck out of Harry's hair, curving ever so slightly inwards.
The Ravenclaw's hair was lengthened and fell in waves down her back, a couple streaks of light blue framing her face. Her dress was floor length and draped down her body in waves like water, a belt of blue stones slung low on her slender hips. Around her throat sad a little bottle filled with sparkling sea water and the right side of her face sad decorated with white and blue swirls.
"Luna." a hunter walked over with a smile, his heavy boots amazingly not thudding on the stone floor. "Hiya Harry." Neville said, grinning widely. "Very nice costume. Isn't Luna's absolutely wonderful?" he nuzzled the Ravenclaw's cheek, making her squeak in surprise and flush lightly.
"So how's your Veela doing?" Luna asked breathily, turning to look obviously at the Angel across the Hall.
Harry blushed furiously, once again ruining the appearance of being a sexy demon from hell, and pulled Luna around before Draco noticed them. "He's fine."
From the other side of the Hall Draco watched Harry closely, drinking in his appearance. "God he's a sexy man." The Veela breathed, studying Harry's boots.
"Yeah." Blaise wasn't paying attention, too busy staring at a Gryffindor across the Hall.
Draco glared at his friend, growling softly. "You had better not be ogling my mate." he warned. "Oh just look at those boots…" he added as an afterthought.
Blaise however didn't reply, having wandered off into the crowd of dancers on the floor. Draco sighed and looked over to where Pansy had been standing moments before to find her too coincidentally gone. The Slytherin girl could be seen dancing with a Fairy Lord (the guise of Theodore Nott), their beautiful gauzy wings splaying from their backs as they spun and swayed to the music being played by a skeleton Orchestra. This left Draco very alone.
"I've been looking for a pretty thing like you." A velvety voice purred in Draco's ear. The Angel turned his head to meet the eyes of a grinning Demon, his fangs glinting in the flickering candlelight, and Harry surreptitiously slipped a small journal in his pocket (which had been magically expanded of course).
"I-I, you-" Draco stuttered, unable to form a comprehensive sentence.
Harry chuckled darkly. "Did I surprise you Angel?"
Draco just gaped at him, yelling at himself mentally to STOP STAING AT HARRY FREAKING POTTER'S THROAT! and to stop contemplating where the best part of it would be to bite first. After a few moments of silence Draco finally managed to clear his head and reassemble his face to reflect insulted anger. "No." he snapped, turning away with his nose in the air and barely avoiding knocking Harry over with his wings.
Fumbling, Harry managed to take his journal, titled 'Harry Potter's Book of Evil Schemes and Plots' (he wasn't the best at subtlety) out of his pocket, trying not to panic. He stared down at the page titled 'Operation Woo Draco Malfoy on Halloween' (he wasn't the most creative wizard either), and read through his notes. In one column was a lit of pick-up lines and on the other half of the page was a step-by-step procedure of how he was going to get Draco Malfoy to actually DO something and hopefully stop the pain in his stomach, complete with diagrams.
Unfortunately, there was no step that said anything about Draco turning away from the sexy Demon. This was especially a problem because not that he had turned around Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco's white cloth-clad arse. And was a very pretty arse it was. GOD DAMMIT! this was not helping with that pain in his stomach.
As he turned from Harry Draco felt a sharp stab of pain in his stomach, worse than any he had felt yet that week. It looked like his complete avoidance of the Boy-Who-Lived was beginning to take its toll on the Veela. His father had warned him about what would happen if his mate didn't submit to him. First the pain, then the illness, then the lunacy, and then…Draco shuddered at the thought, the craving for butternut squash and subsequent death. At the time Draco hadn't been all too concerned about his mate being unwilling to submit, I mean who WOULDN'T want to bottom for Draco Malfoy? Even is he wasn't a Veela. That fact basically guaranteed a submission.
But no, his mate of COURSE had to be Harry FUCKING Potter and because the saint Gryffindor wouldn't just suck it up and face the facts Draco felt like his stomach was getting stabbed with a rusty sword. Draco growled and turned around to face his stubborn mate again, the only thought on his mind being to get the pain shooting through his abdomen to stop.
Harry almost dropped his journal in surprise and quickly stuffed it in his pocket, immediately setting his face in his 'sexy demon' look. "So…" he started awkwardly, trying not to stare too hard at Draco's mouth.
"What's that book, Potter?" Draco asked idly, fighting for self-control.
"Oh." Harry flushed, biting on his lower lip with a fang, an act that Draco unfortunately found to be quite hot. "It's nothing, just a journal I have."
Draco raised his eyebrows at the Gryffindor. "And what's in this journal?"
"None of your business." Harry growled, magnified green eyes flashing. He couldn't possibly let Draco know that he had a book of evil schemes, most of which had to do with taking out Slytherins and sneakily submitting to the King of the Slytherins without looking like he was being submissive.
Luckily Harry was saved from further interrogation by two flirtatious masses named Blaise and Seamus. "Hiya Harry!" Seamus squealed, slinging an arm over the Demon's shoulder. On Draco's other side the dark skinned Italian sauntered over, watching the Irishman closely.
"Hey Dray." Blaise murmured, nodding at Harry and Seamus who were talking rather flirtatiously. "I'd get rid of him if I were you."
Draco nodded, turning to look at his friend. "I don't think Potter would like me very much if I killed his blasted friend, would he?" he growled softly when Seamus whispered something in Harry's ear, making the Demon laugh. "Where've you been anyways?" he narrowed his eyes at Blaise.
The Italian shrugged with a smirk, glancing over at the two Gryffindors with a slight frown. "Around…"
Draco growled softly again, Veela jealousy flaring, his fists clenching. "Get rid of the Irishman before I tear his head off." he muttered to Blaise. Blaise looked at his friend, noting his eyes beginning to glow and his skin almost sparkle, and then looked at the two Gryffindors. Seamus had just pressed a soft kiss at the curve of Harry's neck when a rumbling growl emanated from Draco's chest and Blaise sprang into action. He grabbed the Irishman by the arm and dragged him away, out of the Great Hall, and into an empty storage closet. The door was soon locked and silenced.
Harry stood there in shock, wondering why Malfoy's friend had just dragged Seamus away. He understood that Seamus had been being flirtatious as usual and Harry had done nothing to stop it, but a little harmless flirting wasn't the end of the world, right? The Demon turned to look at Draco and his mouth opened in horror. Shining brightly, eyes flashing dangerously, the Veela played the part of a vengeful angel bent on revenge. "Malfoy?" Harry asked weakly, taking a step back.
The Veela's eyes flashed and the next thing Harry knew he was pressed against eh wall in a shadowed alcove off the Great Hall and Draco was baring his teeth at him, eyes burning. "Give me one good reason not to rip you to pieces right here." The Slytherin snarled, his grip on Harry's shoulders painful.
Gasping and stuttering Harry scrambled at what to do. Man the Veela was pissed. He shuddered as he remembered what Hermione had said would calm the angered Veela down and promised himself that would be his last resort. "I'm sorry?" he mumbled weakly.
A scathing laugh emanated from the Veela's throat and his face got closer to Harry's. "you let Finnegan TOUCH you, Potter. You're MINE don't you GET IT!?" Draco hissed, pure fury radiating from him. "Only I am allowed to touch you!" he snarled. Harry trembled with fear beneath the Veela, stutters and whimpers of terror erupting from his mouth. Amazingly enough, despite being scared for his life, Harry found himself becoming steadily more aroused. Damn hormones!
Biting his lip Harry suddenly made a mad dash for his life, hurtling through the mobs of students without looking back. Draco stood there, a wide smirk crossing his face and his features shifted, a predatory smile replacing his smirk. The hunt was on.
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"My name's Blaise Zabini." the smooth talking Italian said with a coy smirk, holding out his hand for Seamus to shake moments after shoving him unceremoniously into the store cupboard.
Seamus looked the Slytherin up and down and decided to just go with whatever happened. That was quite easy when he was trapped in a small closet with a sexy rock star. He shook the Slytherin's hand. "Seamus Finnegan, notorious flirt of Gryffindor House, at your service." Seamus grinned widely. You could practically see the sparks flying between the two boys.
"Very nice to meet you, Seamus." Blaise smiled feraly and the store cupboard seemed to get a lot smaller. His eyes traveled up and down Seamus's body with a hum of approval. "Very nice…"
A few moments later and their silencing charm was put to the test.
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Draco stalked out of the Great Hall, wings retracting back into his shoulder blades. The glint in his eyes was that of a hunter, gleaming with lust, as he sensed out the trail of his mate. His grin widened as he felt Harry nearby, only a couple doors down a hallway just off the Entrance Hall.
What the Veela did not know was that in the empty classroom leaning on a desk with his shirt off, Harry Potter was waiting patiently. He knew the Veela would follow him. The door opened slowly, a pair of gleaming silver eyes met his, and Harry smirked widely.
Draco growled threateningly, closing the door behind him and locking and silencing it with a flick of his wand. "Potter."
"Malfoy." Harry replied coolly, trying to ignore the heat coursing over his skin. His gaze wandered over Draco's body, noting the change of appearance. Unknowingly, Harry licked his lips as he took in the sight of more muscular arms, ethereal skin, eyes like melted pools of silver, and, to Harry's great interest, an ominous bulge in his pants. The Veela looked absolutely stunning and, for a moment, Harry was tempted to just give himself to Draco if that would stop the incessant heat rolling over his body.
The Veela approached Harry slowly, trapping him against the desk. "I'm not very happy with you, mate." Draco purred, his entire system going on auto drive from being so close to what he wanted nest. Every place he touched Harry sent shock waves of pleasure through his body, pooling at his groin. "Not very happy at all." the Veela purred huskily, his tongue flicking out against Harry's ear.
Harry moaned softly, the heat in his skin disappearing wherever Draco was touching him. although now the heat was building right below his belly button, mixing with the pain. "Draco." Harry whimpered, the pain becoming overwhelming.
With a feral grin the Veela pressed his lips forcefully against Harry's, leaving him no room for pulling away. A pained moan escaped Harry's lips as he felt like his stomach was being burned form the inside. Draco had straddled his hips at some random moment in time, so Harry arched his hips up, needing something to quell the pain. The Veela pulled away, confusion reflected in his eyes. He had expected Harry to be either protesting or limp, not looking and pushing against him with want and need.
Harry bit his lip, another pained whimper sounding. "Hurts." he groaned softly, hips pressing up again.
Draco made a sad sound. He didn't want his mate to hurt, but he knew why. It was all his fault, he had been staying too far from Harry for far too long. "Can help." he said softly, nuzzling the raven haired boy. "Let me."
"Help. Please." Harry whimpered, nodding his head vigorously. He gave himself over to Draco, relief from the pain being worth the humiliation. The Veela purred in content, hands slipping down to undo Harry's belt, pulling down the zipper quickly. Harry's breath caught in his throat and Draco's hands stopped. He looked up Harry with questioning eyes and the Gryffindor nodded his head. "Go on."
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In Malfoy Manor, Voldemort's chosen hide-out for that most important of nights, the Dark Lord himself was dancing around one of the guest chambers to "All the Single Ladies". He was joyful on all accounts having successfully captured the muggle man with a hot and sexy body, gathered all the supplies needed for the ritual, and he had even gotten Snape to leave the Hogwarts Halloween dance early to come and help him. Things were looking good for the Darkest Lord ever.
Dancing and wiggling in his chosen set of dark purple robes, Voldemort didn't hear the door open but he did hear the gasp of horror and undignified squeak that came after the door opened. Voldemort whirled around, the music stopping with a wave of his hand. "Oh, Pettigrew." he said with a gruesome smile upon finally locating the rat-man in the doorway. "You bring good news I hope?"
The rat-man squeaked, entering the room cautiously, afraid the Dark Lord might start dancing again. "Th-the p-potion is r-ready, My-My L-Lord." Pettigrew stuttered in fear,
"Ahhh very good." Voldemort cackled gleefully, pulling out his silver pocket watch with the emblem of a red dragon on it, and checked the time. "And it's nearing midnight. Time to pay my little…guest a visit." he grinned joyfully, prancing out of the room and down to the dungeon the Malfoys coincidentally had in their basement.
Voldemort sashayed up to the bars of the cell, behind which Joe Walker sat looking quite bored. "So, you're here to steal my body." the hunk of a man stood up and approached the bars, looking at Voldemort idly.
"How do you know that?" The Dark Lord questioned, shooting Peter, the guard for the man, a scathing look.
Instead of answering Voldemort's question the man ran his fingers over the bars of the cell door. "Very nice dungeon, I must say." he murmured. "I know what you are!" Joe shouted suddenly, looking overly pleased with himself.
An amused expression crossed Voldemort's face. "Then who am I?"
"You're…" the prisoner paused for dramatic effect. "A Dickrats!" After that was said Voldemort gaped at the muggle man. He had absolutely no idea what a 'Dickrats' was, but he decided to humor the man. He was going to steal the man's body after all.
"You've caught me." the Dark Lord sighed. "Now what do you think my evil scheme is?" he questioned, fingering his wand under his robes. Unfortunately he was running out of time and would have to subdue the man soon.
Joe thought for a moment. "Besides stealing my body?"
"Oh." Voldemort had forgotten the muggle already knew that. He checked his silver pocket watch and sighed, taking out his wand. "As wonderful as chatting with you has been, I have business to be getting to. Stupefy."
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Harry's back arched up, his head thrown back as he shouted out his pleasure. As the Veela swallowed his release down a light glow seemed to spread between them like a small silver light. Then Draco stepped away and it was gone. Harry was panting, completely and utterly amazed by the shining wonder that was Draco Malfoy's mouth and tongue.
The Veela in question was smirking proudly at him—it wasn't everyday one could say they reduced the Savior of the wizarding world to a needy, whimpering glob of want. Draco was rather pleased with himself and the Veela side of him was sated for the time being, having gotten what it wanted. "Good, aren't I, Potter?" his smirk widened.
"Ugh." was Harry's only response as he slowly pulled his boxers and form-fitting pants back up. The burning on his skin had vanished completely and the pain in his stomach had died down for now. A humiliated flush now warmed his skin as he raised his gaze to the grey orbs of the smirking blonde. "If you tell anyone about this I'll hex you into next week." he growled threateningly.
Unfortunately the only reaction from Draco was a laugh, not a look of terrified fear like Harry wanted. "Empty threats do not become you, Potter." he purred with a grin and a mischievous look in his eyes. "Although I MAY be persuaded to keep quiet on the situation…for a price."
Harry eyes him wearily. "What do you want?"
"You to…repay the favor." Draco answered with an even wider leer.
"No!" Harry exclaimed, although the back of his mind was telling him to take of the Slytherin's pants NOW! "I'm not-my mouth-on that-no!" he spluttered.
Draco, instead of looking offended or put-off, just smirked gleefully. "Then it looks like everyone will know about how the Boy Savior came after only" he looked at his watch, "five minutes of being under Draco Malfoy's magical tongue."
The Gryffindor gaped at the blonde. "It was longer than that!"
"But the wizarding world won't know that." Draco grinned, the expression on Harry's face telling him what he wanted to hear. The boy wonder grumbled under his breath before forcefully pulling the Veela's trousers down.
He licked his lips and smirked slightly, trying to make the best of the situation. "Let's see how long you last in the mouth of a parseltongue." he muttered.
Ten seconds later and Draco Malfoy was crying his pleasure to the world.
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"Racka noddle madra ranush!" Voldemort yelled, trying not to stumble over the unfamiliar words. He was standing in the middle of a grand bedroom, one of Malfoy's finest, in front of a huge four poster bed where Jo Walker was currently chained and lying unconscious.
"ipods snatchel sranda mi sachel. NI NI NI IT IT!" the Dark Lord continued, adding a pair of tap shoes to the potion Snap was concocting. He looked down at the incantation book he was reading. The one that used to belong to Merlin Emrys. "Nimueh is evil and I am in love with Arth-" he stopped reading and realized that those words had been penned with ink and probably a feathered quill. "That's not in the spell!" he exclaimed and quickly found the printed words again.
"Nick ti aute suwe que ramen saw crew yu no te mi new ah. Ickte ranadomaka realande ci nah craw line ma?" Voldemort read, wondering why in the world there was a question mark at the end of the sentence. He threw in the liter of squirt (who likes squirt anyways besides Harry Potter?) and the potion bubbled and boiled.
He finished the incantation with random gibberish and a bird call (the book literally said "say random gibberish and do a bird call"), dripping the man's blood into the potion last. Then there was an explosion and Voldemort found himself floating in a netherworld surrounded by butterflies.
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"You're not too bad for a Gryffindor, Finnegan." Blaise said casually, dusting his leather pants off as he stepped out of the store cupboard.
Seamus rolled his eyes as he stepped out after the Italian. "and you're a dastardly Slytherin for taking advantage of an innocent Gryffindor." he smirked.
"If you're innocent, Finnegan, then I'm Dumbledore's mother." The Italian snorted. "I think that display back there proved that. That bloody tongue of yours…" he trailed off with a slightly dazed look.
The Irishman smirked and licked his lips. "Oh Zabini, I wasn't even trying." he grinned mischievously and licked his lips again, tantalizingly slowly.
"oh gods…"
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"Bloody parselmouth." Draco growled from where he had collapsed onto the floor after his knees had given out.
Harry smirked at him, leaning against the desk lazily again. "Isn't it wonderful?" he hissed, seeing a shudder run down Draco's back and snickering. Draco growled in the back of his throat—since when had talking to snakes become such a bloody turn on? Realizing that Potter was talking again, in English this time, Draco tuned back in. "You do realize that this still doesn't make us mates." Potter was saying.
Draco rolled his eyes. That boy was really hung up on the whole 'mate' thing, wasn't he? "Whatever, Potter." he drawled, trying to appear nonchalant. "You'll be gagging for me soon enough." he smirked. What Draco knew that Harry didn't was that the pains the Gryffindor had been feeling were just the beginning. Now that the raven-haired boy had somewhat inadvertently begun to, so to say "consummate", their bond the pain would get worse for them the longer they were apart. He knew that it would only be a few days until Harry was begging for him again. It would be worse for the sub—and god knows Potter would be the submissive one.
A soft growl rumbled from Harry's throat and he straightened his costume and glared at Draco. "I wouldn't bet on it, Malfoy." he rolled his shoulders and his feathered wings sprouted out of his back again.
"Oh but I will." Draco leered with a dark chuckle, making Harry roll his eyes. The Slytherin got up off the floor and zipped up his tight pants again, brushing them off. "Come on, let's get back to the party before your bloody friends form a search committee." he drawled, sauntering over to the door and taking down his locking charm.
Harry rolled his eyes but followed the angel out and back to the Great Hall. "You're still a prat." Harry grumbled, making Draco laugh.
"That's never going to change, Potter. Just as you will always be a Gryffindork." the Slytherin smirked. "But you must admit I give great blowjobs." he said casually, making Harry choke on air, still spluttering in indignation as they re-joined the party, which was in full throttle.
"See you around, Potter." Draco drawled with a smirk. He left Harry very, very alone to contemplate the mystery of life.
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Voldemort regained consciousness, having just finished a wonderful journey with a unicorn to a joyous cotton candy mountain, and noticed two things immediately. The first thing that he noticed was that everything in his body hurt and he couldn't move his arms and legs. The second thing was that he was on a bed and there seemed to be an obnoxious amount of activity on the other side of the room.
"Excuse me!" Voldemort bellowed, surprised when his voice came out deep and sultry and only slightly threatening.
The men at the other side of the room, Lucius and Snape, whirled around from where they were hovering over Voldemort's lifeless body, wondering what had gone wrong. "My Lord?" Lucius gasped in that silky voice of his, noticing the man on the bed straining against his bonds.
"Of course it's me, you idiot!" Voldemort growled, his voice coming out as a sexy purr. No wonder the muggle man got all the fangirls and boys! "Now get rid of these chains!" he demanded, shaking said bindings.
Snape bowed his head and quickly complied, flicking his wand so that the chains slinked from the Dark Lord's wrists and ankles. Voldemort sat up, stretching his arms over his head and groaning softly as his new muscles flexed and cracked. Man he was ripped.
Voldemort strode over to the full-length mirror that just conveniently happened to be against one wall. "Man this is good." he muttered to himself, flexing and posing and checking out his new body. "There's no way Scabi-Bellatrix will be able to resist me not." he murmured, making Lucius and Snape give each other looks.
"You truly are hot and sexy, M' Lord." Lucius assured him, bowing low.
"Brilliant." Voldemort grinned, his pearly white perfect teeth gleaming in the light. "Now get me my slippers, Lucy! There is much plotting to be done tonight!"
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Harry gasped as he caught sight of the maiden with long flowing bleach blonde locks chained to the corridor wall. "MALFOY?!"