A/N: Okay… I think I'm back online… Maybe…
Warning: Some Lemon.
You might need this but I don't know you might not want it: thought "mind speech" "spoken" parseltongue "other languages"
Chapter Nine: Interesting Development… HORMONES
When Harry woke up the next morning Draco wasn't there. He started to have a mini-panic attack until he hear the water running next door. He must be in the shower Harry thought as he climbed out of bed. Harry turned around and gently plucked feathers off of the bed from where they had fallen. Soon he had a handful of sleek silver feathers and was about to throw them away when Draco walked out with just a towel around his waist.
"Wait don't throw those away!" he said quickly snacking the feathers out of Harry's grasp, "They are valuable potion's ingredients, usually they are supplemented by Phoenix feathers, but when I have you standing around with a whole back of them that won't be an issue."
Harry was too dumbfounded by the fact that Draco was only wearing a towel to say anything.
"Besides, these feathers are to invaluable to just toss aside, your kind is said to be extinct, imagine the money they these could bring in, Harry!" Just then Draco turned around and noticed Harry was staring at him, particularly at a water droplet that was slowly traveling down past the line of the towel on his waist. "Harry? What are you looking at?"
Harry snapped his eyes back up to Draco's and said in an incredibly husky voice that sounded a bit like a low rumbling purr, "Just you."
Draco looked down at himself and his lips formed the perfect o shape, "Well, I didn't think you would be waking up just yet…" he trailed off turning bright red.
Harry's pupils dilated and he felt a shudder traveling down his back, "I would suggest putting something on if you don't want me to lose control of my mating hormones."
Draco's eyes snapped back up to Harry, "right." He shuffled over to the dresser, conscious of Harry's eyes on his back the whole time. Pulling out a pair of boxers, Draco dropped the towel around his waist and suddenly a deep rumbling purr like growl resonated about the room. Before Draco could even turn around the pair of boxers was snatched out of his hands and he was push down onto the ground, with Harry straddling his waist.
Harry had his wings spread out slightly and his tail was brushing the inside of Draco's very naked thigh. "You really didn't think that through, did you?"
Draco shook his head and looked down his eyes widening even further. At some point Harry had lost his pants and boxers, "Harry, where did your clothes go?"
He looked down at himself, "I don't know, must have been my magic assisting the thoughts going through my head."
"Right" Draco glanced back up at Harry before snapping his eyes closed as he felt Harry's arse brush up against his already simi-erect cock. "Harry," he said breathlessly, "perhaps we should move to the bed."
Harry stopped moving and stuttered, "I don't think I'm ready for THAT yet."
"I wasn't insinuating we do that, the floor is just kind of uncomfortable for those of us lying on it." Draco shifted his hips up dislodging the Alengic, who promptly crawled up and onto the bed, "plus, this gives me an excuse to change our positions." Draco jumped onto Harry and pinned hi arms above his head.
Harry moaned and wiggled his hips, "Draco, not helping hormones. Need release."
Draco understood the gist of what Harry was trying to convey and reached down the relieve him of some of the pent up tension. The second Draco's hand brushed Harry's cock Harry let out a small keening noise that sounded incredibly bird like. "That was cute." Draco said simply before crushing his lips to Harry's in a passionate kiss.
Too soon Draco ripped his lips away from Harry's when he felt something soft and fluffy brush up against his now fully hard member. He panted harshly and looked up at Harry who had a mischievous look in his eyes. Draco let go of Harry's hands and watch as one flew down and wrapped around his erection. A moan passed his lips and soon the two boys were pumping one another in synchronized rhythm.
Harry's head snapped backwards against the headboard and he hissed out something unintelligible to Draco, who soon understood the meaning as Harry tensed up and hit his climax.
Draco followed soon after, thanks to Harry's tight grip on his cock. The two of them collapsed in a sweaty pile of appendages.
After a few minutes of regaining their breath Harry piped up, "Draco, where are we going to stay this summer?"
Draco let out a light laugh, "You think of the most random things at the most inopportune time. We can stay at one of my houses with my Mother, don't worry I'm sure she won't mind."
"Okay." Harry curled up against Draco, a bit like a cat would and muttered, "Draco, I love you"
Draco looked down at the head of black hair, not sure how to respond, only to find he didn't have to. The Boy-Who-Lived had fallen asleep. He smiled gently, "I think I might be slowly falling in love with you too."
