Ascension of the Wings
Rated M for for language and sexual themes.
Set after OotP
Harry has come into a mysterious inheritance, one that hasn't been recorded for over a thousand years. Draco is a dangerous half-breed searching for his mate. What neither of them expected was finding the other.
I don't own Harry Potter, just this plot.
Chapter 7: Combine in the Night
I want to get out of here, Harry thought desperately, trying to look calm and happy like the rest of his sixth year friends. His wings itched underneath the layers of clothing he wore. All around him there seemed so much noise, too much color, motion and movement everywhere. Harry felt like he was having a panic attack. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
You're supposed to be excited all of your friends are back from summer break. You're away from the Dursley's, Voldemort hasn't killed you yet, and you go to a magic school. This will be ok. Harry let out his breath and opened his eyes. Hermione was looking at him, a worry line creased on her forehead, but she said nothing as Harry pushed another forkful of food into his mouth.
Harry still felt uneasy throughout the rest of the Feast. Something felt very off…but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. During the sorting, Harry mindlessly clapped for all the newcomers, but didn't see or hear a word of it. His mind was elsewhere, trying to think, trying to understand, trying not to feel the strange sensation consuming him. While Dumbledore gave the usual Forbidden Forest speech, Harry's mind was still adrift in the swirling mess of his conscious. His senses were on overload. It was too much.
I need to get out of here.
As soon was as socially acceptable, Harry left the Great Hall. He bolted up the staircases, jumping effortlessly from transitioning sections and taking shortcuts until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Harry swore. All the passwords to all the common rooms had been changed once the feast had started, and Harry wasn't a prefect; he had no idea what the magic phrase could be.
Instead of going back to the Great Hall to ask Ron or Hermione what the password might be, Harry began to race back up the staircases. That sense of some foreboding event still crept up on him like a dark wave in the ocean in the middle of the night. No matter how fast he ran, Harry could not escape the feeling. Within minutes, Harry had reached the Astronomy tower, a feat which would have taken a normal wizard about three times as long. A sliver of the new waxing moon hung low in the night sky. No stars had yet appeared; the night was cool and dark. Harry walked over to the railing and grasped it with both hands, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath of the night air.
Undoing the clasp on his cloak with one hand, Harry let the thick black fabric fall to the ground without ceremony. His wings stretched out automatically, the feathery ends brushing against the wooden posts that held the Astronomy roof up. Harry opened his eyes - unbeknownst to him their color had shifted back to the amber of his inheritance.
Something seemed to be calling to him, yet there was no audible voice that he could hear. It was like an instinct, an urge; there was somewhere he needed to be and something he needed to be doing. Retracting his wings back, Harry pulled his shirt and sweater over his head and tossed them into the corner of the tower. He'd come get them later.
Harry refocused his gaze back outside, his fiery irises scanning the night for anything unusual, anything that would explain this overwhelming feeling. Seeing nothing, The Boy Who Lived climbed up on top of the railing and launched himself over, his wings unfolding gracefully.
"Something's wrong with Harry," Hermione muttered to Ron over dessert. "He normally loves the beginning of the year feast. His training with Dumbledore must have been more difficult than he was letting on."
Ron sensed Hermione looking at him pointedly, and the ginger put down his spoon of pudding. He smiled at the brunette girl reassuringly. "You know what, I'm sure he's fine, 'Mione. But I'll go check on him, just to be sure."
"Thank you, Ronald."
The orange-haired Prefect climbed the staircases to the Gryffindor common room steadily, his mind wandering to the Quidditch tryouts that would be taking place soon. He stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Butterbeers for all!" He chimed.
"Indeed," the Fat Lady nodded, and the portrait swung open. Harry wasn't in the common room, but Ron just shrugged and made his way over to the sixth year dorms. "Harry?" he called out, walking in. Their trunks were all at the foot of their beds, but Harry was still nowhere to be seen. On impulse, Ron walked over to the nearest window and looked out. Then he suddenly gasped, his eyes wide. He took a step back but his eyes were still glued to the happenings outside. Two large, winged creatures could be seen at the borders of the grounds, one with magnificent fire-colored feathers and the other with midnight black wings. They seem to be grappling with one another, but they were too far away for Ron to be able to tell. Another moment passed and Ron finally tore his eyes away from the scene. He had to go get Hermione.
Draco slumped in his seat at the Slytherin table, elbow on the table as his hand propped up his head. He was bored of the festivities, and tired of the stirring in his stomach yearning for his mate. It was getting quite bothersome by now. He could barely concentrate on the incoming first-years that had gotten placed into Slytherin during the Sorting ceremony. Draco sighed, pushing around the food on his plate.
"What's got you all bothered?" Blaise Zambini said in a hushed tone.
"Nothing," Draco snarled, growing more and more irritable by the second. "I just need some fresh air, that's all." He pushed his food away and stood up from the table.
"Draco-," Blaise called, but the billowing robes of the young Malfoy had already left.
The platinum blond stalked the halls of the school, no real goal in mind for where he was wandering. His inheritance roiled within him, searching, churning, anxious. Without meaning to, the scales began to surface on his skin, a delicate accent patterning the sides of his arms and the top of his hands. He could feel the scales spiraling up his legs as well, appearing in their mystical sea-foam green color. Draco growled. Where was his control? He never let this happen without his explicit consent.
Draco began to race along the corridors in earnest now, desperate to be out of view should anyone see him emerge in his form.
The Astronomy tower. I can get away there.
With a goal in mind, the young Malfoy sprinted up the staircases at an inhuman speed, arriving at the tower not even out of breath. Something drew him to the edge, and the round pupils of the Slytherin sixth year sharpened to slits as he caught sight of a phoenix flying out over the grounds. His sharpened eyesight couldn't see the avian in perfect detail, but he could tell that it wasn't Fawkes. As he watched the brightly hued creature soar and dip in the night sky, Draco could feel his wings coming out. And he let them.
Gradually the sleek black wings melted out of Draco's skin, lengthening and forming feathers as soon as they touched the night air. The teen's silvery eyes continued to stare out into the night as his nails grew and sharpened into claws, and the scales appeared up his neck and out onto his jawline. The barely-there light of the moon glinted off the scales, and Draco spread his wings to their full extent. His mind went blank and instinct took over at that point.
Draco threw himself into the sky, wings beating the air with powerful motion as he slowly flew towards the other being. He didn't know exactly why he was flying so slow, only that it was necessary.
Then his mouth opened, and the Siren Song began tumbling from his lips.
Now let the day
Just slip away
So the dark night may watch over you
Velvet blue
Silent true
It embraces your heart and your soul
The melody was a haunting one, a truly eerie yet utterly captivating series of notes that was inescapable once heard. Soon, soon the phoenix would be in earshot, and it would come to Draco.
Never cry
Never sigh
You don't have to wonder why
Always be
Always see
Come and dream the night with me
The head of the phoenix turned toward the rumbling tune, and it began to slowly circle closer to the Siren. Draco's heart thumped in anticipation. What a beautiful being, he purred to himself.
Have no fear
When the night draws near
And fills you with dreams and desires
The phoenix was close enough now that Draco could see it was a hybrid, much like himself. Draco's disgust at seeing it was another male was quickly washed away when he saw the eyes, the brilliant, vibrant, amber eyes staring at him.
Like a child asleep
So warm, so deep
You will find me there waiting for you
Something seemed so familiar about him, but Draco's rational thinking was too far gone to ponder that thought. All he knew was that this hybrid was utterly entranced, flying straight towards him now. Draco would have him.
We will fly
Claim the sky
We don't have to wonder why
The siren stopped and just hovered mid-air, opening his arms for the other to fly into. His silvery eyes flashed with lust as the other neared. Twenty feet, fifteen feet…
Always be
Always see
Come and dream the night with me
Draco embraced the phoenix and buried his head into the other's neck, whispering the last few lines of the song into his skin. He was warm, so warm, and the vivid fire-colored wings beat in tandem with Draco's own. The siren peered into those eyes, satisfied to see them dull and uncomprehending. He would stay under the song's affects until Draco had had his wicked way with him. Smiling, the blond pressed his lips against the phoenix's own, his inheritance soothed when the boy wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and responded to the kiss. Draco wrapped an arm around the hybrid's back, stilling his wings so Draco could better maneuver. He had more than enough strength to keep them both aloft.
Far away, Ron gasped at the window.
Draco slowly brought them back down to the ground. He could perform in the air, but he wanted to savor this beautiful creature. He laid the boy on the soft grass just on the outskirts of the forest and marveled at his physique. Short but still muscular, and absolutely stunning with his wings stretched out on either side of him. Draco quickly undid both of their trousers and removed his own sweater, the hybrid giving no protest. He wouldn't, not under the song.
The phoenix's eyes did, however, widen upon seeing the intricate scales winding Draco's body. He sat up and traced their pattern, over Draco's chest and winding towards his navel, a line over his forearms and the miniscule sparkle over his cheekbones. Draco sat back and let him touch, surprisingly content to be worshipped like so. Finally the hybrid was done, and sat looking up at the Siren with those orange eyes, waiting. It was somewhat unnerving because those under the song didn't speak, but that didn't mean they couldn't make other sounds.
Draco kissed the phoenix again, plunging his tongue in without warning to explore the hot cavern of the boy's mouth. He moaned, and Draco took hold of the hybrid's erection, pumping it as he continued to kiss him. His own member throbbed, as it had been since the phoenix flew to his arms. He ignored himself for now, concentrating on the capture before him.
The blond broke away from the kiss and the boy whimpered from the loss. Grinning, the blond placed two fingers in front of the other's mouth and instructed, "Suck."
Without any hesitation the boy did so, eagerly wetting the slender fingers as Draco continued to stroke him. Draco's wings quivered with excitement as he withdrew both hands and flipped the boy onto his hands and knees, wasting no time in inserting the first finger. The phoenix squirmed with discomfort, but Draco slapped one of his arse cheeks and thrust the finger in deeper, making the boy moan. Draco's cock was leaking looking at the sight before him, the expanse of tanned skin and Draco's finger going in and out. He hastily added the second finger and the phoenix sucked in a breath, trying to accommodate to the new addition. Draco stretched and teased him, the fire-colored wings hanging off the boy's back and brushing on the ground.
Finally, Draco could take it no longer. He lined himself up with the entrance to the hybrid, pausing when the boy turned his head and looked over his shoulder to see what Draco was doing. The blond swallowed and his brows knit together, but he tore his gaze away from those clouded amber irises to push the head of his cock in.
The boy positively mewled at that first contact, pain and pleasure lacing his sounds. Draco concentrated on going in slow and steady. It was obvious the boy was a virgin, but Draco thought he should be grateful his first time was with a creature such as himself. So the siren pushed the rest of the way in, wincing at how tight and dry the phoenix was. He would make this quick then. He was a great and powerful Siren, but he didn't relish in pain, only pleasure.
Draco began a moderate pace, reaching underneath the hybrid to stoke his cock in time with his thrusts. The phoenix said not a word, of course, but he continued to either moan or mewl as Draco fucked him.
Draco came in record time, which really wasn't surprising given the circumstances. The phoenix had been too hot, too tight, too breathtaking to leave Draco in suspense for very long. Being a respectable Malfoy, Draco milked his capture to completion as well, relishing in the filthy sounds the boy emitted. Draco watched as the film covering those bright irises faded, and the boy sank to the ground, dead asleep.
He did up both of their pants before picking the hybrid up in his arms bridal style. He couldn't leave him for the magical beasts of the forests, he was far too beautiful for that.
In the end Draco laid the phoenix on one of Madame Pomphrey's hospital beds, chuckling at the sight of the ravished boy.
"Such a shame you'll remember nothing of this night," Draco whispered.
Song is Nocturne by Secret Garden
