"Hey Draco, I'm going to be in Werewolf form for the start of mating season so we're both going to have to be sedated in the hospital wing for that night!" Somehow, Harry didn't think that had the right finesse. He continued to stare at his potions book.
"Harry? Are you alright? You haven't turned the page in 15 minutes..." Draco pointed out.
"What? Oh... umm... yeah." Harry replied making Draco raise an incredulous eyebrow. The blond moved over to Harry, removing the textbook from Harry's lap and replacing it with his bottom.
He looked into Harry's indigo eyes and smiled sweetly. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"
"I have to talk to you about something," Harry started, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
"What is it?"
"It's something Snape said last time I went to get my Wolfsbane." Harry confided. "Well... you know how tomorrow is the beginning of mating season?" Draco nodded. "And how it's also the full moon?" Draco again nodded.
"I know, the separation will be terrible, but we'll get through it." Draco assured Harry. The raven haired boy gulped, summoning up the courage to tell what he'd been holding back.
"I know we'll get through it... Um... well, Snape says that... he-thinks-we'll-have-to-be-sedated."
"Could you repeat that in the king s, luv?"
Harry took a deep breath and readied himself. "Snape thinks that we will have to be sedated to make it through the night."
"WHAT?"
"Well, your senses will awaken and your only thought will be of having me. And my senses will awaken and I will forget everything, except you. I will identify you as my Mate and as such you will not be hurt... intentionally. But seeing as I will try to claim you it could get rough and I don't want to hurt you. Snape says that I will have to be warded into the Shrieking Shack while you lay in the hospital wing in a potion induced sleep." Harry let out the breath he'd been holding. There, Draco knew it all. Still, he couldn't meet Draco's gaze.
The blond smirked at the raven-haired boy and leaned in to whisper against his ear. "Harry, if you won't hurt me in your wolf form, then I insist to be there when you change. And in the wee hours of the morning, when the wolf is still inside you, but you are in your human form, then I will gladly let you claim me." Draco kissed the tender spot on Harry's neck just below his earlobe. "As rough as you want it," he added, biting down on Harry's earlobe. The blue-eyed boy let out a guttural moan.
"Draco," he breathed. "Don't..."
"I like it rough, Harry," Draco continued, suckling on Harry's neck, making the boy whimper beneath him. "I see you like a bit of pain yourself." Draco bit down, hard, on Harry's neck, drawing a tiny amount of blood. Harry cried out, his voice conveying his rapture.
"Draco!" He moaned as the Slytherin laved the wound with his tongue.
"Don't worry about tomorrow, Harry. We'll spend it together." Draco promised, kissing lower on the boy's neck. Harry dragged Draco's face up to his and captured his lips, kissing him fiercely. His tongue plundered Draco's mouth, hot and demanding. Draco made a small noise at the back of his throat that went straight to Harry's crotch.
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat near them and the boys sprang apart immediately, flushed with embarrassment.
"Ron!" Harry and Draco exclaimed at the same time. The red head flushed a very deep shade of crimson at the scene.
"I'm sorry, I did knock. When there was no answer... I got worried and just gave the password. I'm sorry."
"No, it's alright... what are you doing here?" Harry questioned. Ron shifted his feet a bit.
"Dumbledore sent me he sent for Hermione too, but she was uhh... busy..."
"With what?"
"Snogging Pansy."
"HA! IT'S ABOUT TIME!" Draco squealed.
"When did this happen?" Harry asked excitedly.
"You'll have to ask Hermione when you see her." Ron told them. "For now I have to take you guys to Dumbledore."
"Why didn't Dumbledore just come and get us himself?" Harry wondered aloud.
Ron snorted, "Would you have liked him to walk in on the same scene walked in on?"
"Ron's got a point. Dumbledore knows what tomorrow is..." Draco agreed and Harry gaped at them. "What?"
"You just agreed with Ron," Harry pointed out. Draco huffed.
"Whatever," he said dismissively making Ron chuckle.
"Alright, let's go then." Ron instructed and they followed the freckled boy out of the portrait hole.
*~*~*~*~
"Ah, Harry, Draco, wonderful to see you both," Dumbledore greeted them.
"Hello professor."
"Please, take a seat. As I'm sure you are aware, tomorrow is not only the beginning of mating season, but also the full moon--"
"I'm staying with Harry." Draco interrupted.
Dumbledore looked shocked for a moment. "Draco, you are aware of all that means? Harry will not hurt you intentionally, but he might accidentally hurt you if--"
"I know everything I could possibly know, and I'm going to stay with Harry." Draco said with finality and Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"Ok, now about your classes...For the entirety of mating season you will be dismissed from all classes except for those you will have with Professor Snape or I. I have alerted the right ministry officials of what I need and I have managed to acquire the services of a Veela and a Nymph to train you both. I will need but two hours a day from you. The rest you may spend in your rooms. You will, however, have to return to your schedule, if at any time I get notified that one of the students has been... disturbed by the sight of you two." Dumbledore warned suggestively.
Harry was surprised at the amount of time he'd be getting off just to be with Draco and vaguely wondered where he would get the energy... Draco however, grinned ruefully at Dumbledore and agreed, eying Harry with lust already.
"Your lessons will begin with your new teachers tomorrow at 3 o'clock. Draco, you are to meet your professor in my office, Harry, you will meet your professor in the library. They have been notified of where some training rooms are available and they can charm the rooms to suit your needs, but I figured that it would be easier for you to meet them in a place you knew of." Dumbledore told them. Draco's face fell.
"You mean, we won't be together?" the blond asked sullenly.
"Would you get anything done with him there?" Dumbledore asked in reply and Draco knew the answer was no.
"Ok." he conceded.
"Alright boys, I'll see you tomorrow." he excused them. The Gryffindor and the Slytherin left hand in hand, both wondering what the next day would be like...
Harry's eyes snapped open at midnight, at the same time as Draco's. Indigo swirled with gold to make strange pools of colour that Draco lost himself in.
"Did you feel that?" Harry whispered.
"Yeah..." Draco murmured back. He had been sleeping when he suddenly felt this rush of magic and he immediately woke up to make sure his mate was as close to him as physically possible. "What do you think it was?"
"The beginning of mating season," answered Harry with a smile. His voice was husky and thick with lust, though he hadn't even been thinking of sex.
"I dunno if I'll be able to sleep tonight," Draco admitted. Hearing Harry's voice, so low and sexy sent shivers down his spine and made him want to beg for Harry to continue speaking whenever he stopped.
"Me either," Harry agreed.
"Shit, if we're like this already, just imagine how bad it will be later!" Draco buried his face in Harry's chest, inhaling the boy's scent. Harry wrapped a leg around his mate to draw their bodies together, his arousal growing.
"Pshht, I was like this before, piccolo. I will never get enough of your body," said Harry as he bit at the flesh on Draco's neck. Their senses were heightened and Draco whimpered under his ministrations; it had never felt so good!
Harry felt himself thicken at Draco's noises and continued, biting harder and making sure to leave a large dark mark of possession. ^^Mine!^^ flashed through Harry's mind. ^^All mine!^^
Draco slipped his body under Harry's so that the raven haired boy was straddling him and he leaned his head back to give Harry more room to go on. Their bodies aligned automatically and Draco felt Harry's cock brush his own for an instant. He cried out as his heightened senses made the experience practically orgasmic.
"Harry, I... this is... so..." Draco tried to describe what he was going through, how much better everything felt, but he couldn't put it into words.
Harry nodded against his skin, "I know," he agreed, ghosting warm air over Draco's wet, hypersensitive skin. The Veela went crazy then, grabbing Harry's face and pulling towards his own to capture his mouth in a bruising kiss. Only their teeth kept them from devouring each other. All of a sudden they both had this wild hunger. That was the only word it could be described as.
Draco raked his nails across Harry's back, leaving flaming red marks behind. Harry groaned at the effect, tongues of fire licking along his skin and molten heat pulsing through his veins. He nudged Draco's thighs apart with his knee and slipped himself between them. He reached a hand down to stroke Draco who moaned. His other hand drifted down to the cleft between the blond's legs. Harry slipped a finger inside him and Draco cried out, spilling himself all over Harry's hand and his own stomach then and there. But the blond was still hard as a rock, so Harry continued. The blue eyed boy moved his mouth over Draco's skin and lapped at the cum waiting there. Draco tasted amazing to him, not like any other time he'd had him. This time he tasted... there weren't words for what he tasted like! It was just that amazing... Harry suckled at it eagerly, his gut clenching at the sounds Draco was making. He merged his mind with Draco's and shared their ecstasy. Their bodies went up in flames and a tear slipped down Draco's face.
"Please, Harry, now!" he begged, thrusting his hips upward in invitation. Harry could feel the hunger beating at him, consuming him. He slid his body against Draco's, waving his hand for a lubrication spell before slamming himself home in one fluid moment. They screamed simultaneously. Everything they did now was together. They felt each other's pleasure, felt each other's hunger. They knew what the other wanted and wanted it themselves. They met each other thrust for thrust, Harry ramming in and out of Draco at a phenomenal pace while the blond pressed against him all the same. Their minds clouded, fogged and became a red haze of love and lust.
^^MINE!^^ Harry thought ferociously with one thrust.
**YOURS!** Draco gave back, pushing himself further onto Harry's cock. Harry couldn't stand the pleasure, it was too much. Tears slipped from his eyes at the raw emotion he could feel. He had to share it or he would explode!
^^I love you!^^ He stated firmly, kidnapping Draco's lips for his own use.
**I will always love you!** Draco affirmed, submitting to the kiss completely, tasting Harry's and his own tears on their lips. He needed release... it was too much, he was going to burst into flames and turn to ashes! This was all too much! Harry hit the blond's prostate once more and pushed Draco over the edge. He felt Draco's orgasm ripping through his body and came to his own. Dual orgasms tore through him and he felt as though he were coming apart at the seams and becoming one whole soul at the same time. As though something missing were being put back into place. He shook, thrusting into Draco a few last times, milking himself dry until he was sure that both he and Draco were completely done. His breathing came in pants, aftershocks rippling through his body as he slowed himself and eventually stopped. He collapsed on top of Draco who was ready to accommodate him.
"Am I crushing you?" He mumbled; his head on Draco's chest.
"No." said Draco, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry's head. Harry made a move to pull out, but Draco grabbed his bicep and pushed himself back down. "Don't. I can't..." Draco tried to describe his wild need to be filled with his mate at ALL times, but couldn't. He'd of course felt the small amount of loss every time Harry had pulled out before, but that had gone away when Harry held him. This was different. The minute Harry had moved inside him, and the minute Draco knew that Harry wasn't going to be inside him anymore, his inside crawled and he got gooseflesh on his arms. He became very uncomfortable and just knew that he wouldn't make it through the night without Harry inside of him. Harry looked deep into his mate's silver eyes and nodded in understanding. He sheathed himself once more inside of Draco, feeling a strong sense of belonging and possession.
^^I didn't think I'd be able to move either.^^ He admitted to Draco who smiled.
**Will it always be so... explosive?** Draco wondered.
^^I'm not sure. I'll have to ask Sirius. Remus doesn't like to talk about sex with me. Or at least he doesn't feel completely comfortable with the subject. I don't think.^^
**So that's where you get it from.**
^^What are you talking about?^^
**Harry, if anyone was more uncomfortable talking about sex to anyone but me, I'd call them a prude.**
^^I can't stand to talk about it to anyone else.^^ Harry confessed. ^^It just feels wrong to even think about sex if you're not there. I will only ever talk about it to you... you're the only person I will ever make love to.^^
Draco grinned and his heart leapt at Harry's response. He couldn't believe how much he had come to love the boy. **That means so much to me Harry.**
^^It's just the truth, piccolo. Plain and simple truth, I love you.^^
**God, how come you always get the good lines? All I can say now is, 'I love you too.' I want to be able to make you feel all mushy inside!**
^^I make you feel all mushy inside?^^ Harry's tone was incredulous, Draco could feel his amusement.
**...that's not the point!**
^^I make you feel all mushy inside!^^
**Shut up! Malfoys do not 'feel mushy' inside!**
^^They don't get fucked by Potters either.^^
**You're more of a Black now.**
^^And just because you're pure Malfoy now doesn't mean anything.^^
Draco stroked Harry's hair back absentmindedly and smiled. Harry yawned against his chest, his breath fanning over the pale skin enticingly. **Go to sleep, luv.**
^^Alright, piccolo.^^
**I'm not small.**
^^You are to me, but I think it's one more reason why I love you.^^ Harry assured, making Draco grin before he fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry raced through the halls down to the library, his shirt halfway undone, his pants wrinkled, his robes thrown on haphazardly and his hair a matted mess. He'd barely remembered to grab his wand before he left. Not that he'd need it anyways, but he was even more powerful with it than without it.
He turned a corner and ran to the library. He was ten minutes late. Draco had distracted him all too well and the churning in his gut from their separation was driving him insane already. He slowed his pace, walking quickly past the rows of bookshelves barely panting. He thanked Merlin that he was a werewolf or he never would have gotten there so fast. He found only one person in the library, way at the back. She was sitting amongst three tall stacks of books, her nose buried in one leather bound story. Harry cleared his throat and she looked up.
Her skin was fair, but her hair was dark- a brown that appeared nearly black. Her eyes an indigo blue and just like Harry's they seemed to swirl with lighter blues and darker purples. She wore a breast plate of thick leather and tightly woven cut off pants of.. was that moss? She wore no shoes and adorned her shoulders in a white wisp of a robs that looked like a shower of tiny water droplets. Her frame was long and thin, giving her the image of elegance and royalty. She had high cheekbones and a rosy mouth nestled beneath a small button nose. She was perfect in every sense of the word.
"Hi, I'm sorry I'm so late I just " Harry began to explain, having been temporarily lost for words at the woman's appearance.
"It's perfectly alright, Harry. I'm well aware that you and your mate are sharing mating season. I intended for you to be much later." She reassured him with a grin. Harry exhaled in relief and smiled at the woman, who stood and addressed him. She was easily as tall as Harry and somewhat intimidating.
"Come with me, we have a lot to discuss and not a lot of time, I'm sure you're already feeling the effects of being separated from your mate." The woman said to him, setting off out of the library.
"What is your name?" Harry asked, following her.
"Desdemona Vera." She informed him and kept on walking quickly, Harry in tow. She led him down the third floor corridor at a brisk pace before stopping so immediately that Harry nearly walked into her. She turned and waved her hand. A door appeared in front of her and she turned the handle and entered. Harry followed closely, afraid the door would close and he would not know how to get back in. He looked around. It was a circular room... that was all that could be said. From the ceiling to the floor, everything was white and there was nothing on the walls. There were no chairs or anything. Just a large cylindrical room.
Desdemona looked around and made a series of movements with her hands before holding out her hands palm facing up. The room around them began to change. The ceiling opened up into blue sky while the floor grew thick, soft grass and green foliage. Trees came up instead of the walls and it was not long before Harry found himself and Desdemona standing in the middle of a large forest with rays of sunshine streaming through the canopy. Desdemona grinned ruefully at him and plopped herself down in the grass. She motioned for Harry to do the same and he wasted no time in obeying her, fearing what would happen to him if he crossed her.
"You needn't fear me, Harry." She said sweetly. "Were anything to happen, I assure you that your instincts would kick in and you would reduce me to a pile of ashes." Harry just stared at her. "You have the power to control the elements as all nymphs do. You will thusly be able to perform any magic you wish, wandless. The elements you use are strongly connected to your emotions. For instance, when you became angered with Professor Snape, you conjured fire. Were you to be suddenly depressed it would rain. If you were very happy, a soft breeze might blow or the water around you may become warm. If you were afraid of something, and I mean really truly terrified, then the earth itself would shake and rain and wind would beat at the ground while you would probably hold fire in your palms.
Wherever you go, nature will rejoice and plants will grow, flowers will bloom, animals will welcome you and no thorn or rock will penetrate your skin if it is of the earth. Nymphs are elemental creatures and we are tied to the earth as such. You may find that you will be able to talk to animals. I have been informed that you are a parselmouth and this does not surprise me. I have heard that you have a way of speaking to your owl, though you might never understand her, and now that you are a Werewolf, other wolves will often acknowledge you as one of them. Soon, all the creatures of the earth will recognize you as one of them. Do you realize how large the change in lifestyle will be when I awaken your full power?" Desdemona asked him. He had been staring wide eyed at her for several moments now and as the enormity of his power sunk in, all he could do was nod his head numbly.
"Alright then, there's only a bit more to do today. I want to go through the ritual to awaken your power and then I will teach you how to center your power and control is when it is not in use."
"Ok," Harry's voice came out quietly.
"Sit cross-legged Now put your arms out like this, yes that's right, elbows at your sides, palms facing up." Desdemona instructed. She crossed her legs and placed her own arms in the same pattern, but her palms faced down, touching Harry's. "Now just sit perfectly still as I complete the incantation." She instructed firmly.
"Riconoscere quello giovane,
radunare il potere,
cambiare il ragazzo all'uomo
introdurrlo nella luce.
riconoscere quello giovane,
radunare il potere,
cambiare il ragazzo all'uomo
introdurrlo nella luce.
alimentare da lungo tempo nascosto,
venire alla superficie,
cos mote !"
At the last line Harry felt as though his entire body was being flooded with water... No, he thought again, it wasn't water It was being packed with dirt... No that wasn't right either, he was being held against the wind... No, no, it was too hot for the wind He must have been burning! His nerve endings prickled as his connections with the elements woke and flourished. He felt magic crackle in the air around him and noticed a white glow around his body. It grew and grew with the prickling sensation until he closed his eyes to it and screamed. And then, as soon as it had come it was gone.
He no longer felt the prickling pain that seemed like 1,000 needles. The white glow was gone from his body and his eyes were sharper than ever. He had not needed glasses as a werewolf, but this was entirely different. He could see for miles, with the same sharpness as he would if he held his hand in front of his face. He blinked and looked towards Desdemona. He was shocked to see her on her knees, her hands extended on the grass, her head bowed in reverence.
"Blessed be, praise the White One," she said, her voice filled with awe and humility.
"What?" Harry stared at her, wondering if he had somehow made her crazy.
"Many, many years ago, before my mother and my mother's mother, there was a prophecy. 'When the serpent wakes, the earth will cry and all the children will join her before the one, whose step bears fruit, whose voice holds a howl, whose heart holds all but self, The White One will align himself with the mother and the serpent will know pain.'" Desdemona recited.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Harry, everyone's magic surrounds them in a field called an aura. Most people have auras that are a mix of different colors and only very powerful people have pure colors. It was believed that blue and purple were the colours that signified the most powerful anyone could be. But your aura is unique. Your aura is white."
"Oh... I guess I must not be very powerful." Harry mumbled. Desdemona's eyes widened and she opened her mouth wide to laugh loudly.
"No, Harry. It was believed impossible for anyone to have a white aura. You are the only one in the universe with a white aura. You are the most powerful being ever to live." She explained. Harry gaped at her.
"Me?" he squeaked.
"Yes, you. It couldn't have been anyone else. No one has a heart like you, Harry. Anyone else would let their power corrupt them and would turn dark. But your heart is good and pure and holds everything but yourself. I know this because the prophecy says so. You could not possess the white aura foreseen if your heart was not completely good."
"Oh..." Harry seemed to let this sink in.
"Now that your powers have been awakened, I think it's time I taught you how to center it, otherwise your magic could leak and affect things around you."
"Alright."
"Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Think of the tide. Listen to how it sounds. Match your breath to the coming tide... in.....and out......in......and out......." Desdemona spoke softly, her voice completely mesmerizing, and Harry found himself staring at a pile of what looked like tangled string.
"You see the tangled string, Harry. Untangle it. Breathe deeply and remove the knot from the string."
"I'm done." Harry replied only seconds later. Desdemona hid her surprise, it took most several minutes on their first try.
"Ok, now roll it up into a tight ball. Like yarn. Roll it up, make sure it doesn't get tangled again. Breathe deeply..."
"...Ok, I'm done. What now?" Harry asked after about 5 seconds.
"You're finished."
"Oh... I thought there would be more to that..." Harry murmured.
"Well it's usually harder for most people, especially the first time. But you are more powerful than anyone who has ever lived, so I'm not surprised." Desdemona winked at him. "You should do this exercise first thing when you wake up, before you fall asleep and whenever you need to use your magic."
"Ok, I will. I promise."
"You can go find your mate now." Desdemona whispered conspiratorially to Harry who beamed and shot off at werewolf speed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco rushed into Dumbledore's office with a Veela's speed, managing to get there around 6 or 7 minutes late, not even panting.
"Good afternoon, Draco," Albus greeted.
"Sorry I'm late, headmaster, it's just that "
"It's quite alright, Draco. I was expecting you to be much later." Draco blushed thinking of how he almost was.
"Anyway, this is your new tutor, Draco." Albus motioned to a snowy owl perched near Fawkes. Her head spun around to look between them before she hopped off the desk towards Draco. She morphed, her body becoming taller and longer, losing its feathers along the way. Within seconds Draco was staring at a slightly shorter woman. Her skin was fair, like his, her straight hair a striking white that cascaded down her back. Her eyes were a dark emerald green that sparkled among her fair characteristics. He was thin and demure, appearing very powerful but at the same time feather light. She smiled, a flash of sparkling white.
"Hello, Draco." she greeted, her voice like the tinkling of bells.
"It's nice to meet you, miss..?"
"I go by many names, but you can call me Persephone."
"Ah yes, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Draco took her hand and kissed her knuckles in a polite gesture. A Malfoy was never anything less than perfectly chivalric. The woman blushed slightly.
"Thank you. She turned and nodded to the headmaster. "You were right. And thank you, I believe we'll be off now." She excused them and led Draco out of the office.
"What were you talking about when you told Dumbledore that he was right?" Draco asked politely as he followed Persephone down the corridor.
"He'd told me I would enjoy your company." she answered and stopped in front of a large oak door. "Here we are." Draco followed Persephone into the room. It was made to look like a large field of grass, free of trees and foliage, the night sky was above them casting a dim glow. Draco, being a Veela, could see normally in the dark.
"Take off your clothes, if you would." Persephone instructed, already shedding her clothing. Draco's eyes widened at the request and he furrowed his brow.
"Excuse me?"
"Your clothes, take them off." She ordered. Reluctantly, Draco began to shrug off his own clothing until he was standing in just his skin.
"Alright, now the most prominent skill or weapon a Veela possesses is...?"
"Their dance." answered Draco, comprehension beginning to dawn on his face.
"Yes, very good. Here, I am going to teach you to dance. For the most part, when Veela dance, they discard their clothing. They actually don't even wear clothing most of the time anyway, but it's mandatory in today's society, so if they intend to live a life among humans it's some what of a necessity. But when they dance, their clothes will be stripped by some instinct. I didn't want to have you embarrassed when you began to strip in front of me without knowing why, that's why I asked you to take off your clothes. In time, you will be able to fight the instinct, so if ever you do not wish to strip for the person you are dancing for, then you will not. That will come in handy if you use your dance as a weapon. Now, let's begin." Persephone instructed and Draco followed.
She showed him the steps and the movements he would make with his body. Most of it came naturally to him, as if he had had the knowledge already. At the end of class he joined her in the dance from beginning to end and he felt a strong sense of happiness wash over him. The crawling in his stomach that had been present since his separation from Harry had disappeared and he felt complete.
"Now, before you go," Persephone told Draco as he donned his clothing once more. "I need to warn you that you will be compelled to dance under the stars during the spring equinox, the midsummer's eve, the summer solstice, the fall equinox, All Hallows Eve, the winter solstice, the new year and the first full moon of the year. On each of these days, on the eleventh hour, you will begin to dance in the grass until midnight. The tamped down patch of grass will be forever enchanted and humans must be warded away from it. For if they step in the ring-"
"Yes it is a fairy ring, and they will be compelled to dance until they die." Draco finished.
"Yes, exactly. Now the dance we learned today is usually used when one is let's say entertaining, or dancing under the stars. Tomorrow we will go over dancing for defense." Persephone informed him. "Now get out of here and go enjoy mating season!" She commanded and Draco grinned, bolting out of the room.
