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Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort using powers gained form his newly acquired, very rare and extremely powerful Animagus form. But this extraordinary gift has its downsides. And when Harry imprints on a stranger in the wood will he be able to complete the bond or should the question will he want to. Ok so this is my second ever story and first ever Harry Potter fic so R&R.
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, though I wish I did.
Warning: this story contains YAOI boy/boy don't like don't read.
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Chapter Eleven
Narcissa Malfoy realised that she was biting her perfectly manicured nails in frustration and looked down at her hand in distaste. 'Damn that old relic of a wizard Dumbledore".' She thought bitterly, since he had decided to raise the wards around that joke of a school none of her men had been able to get close enough to that traitor she called a son to kill him. She'd just have to bide her time until the boy made a mistake and stepped outside the safety of the wards. And then she'd have him.
"Jinkins!" she shouted the demand and the wizard in question popped in existence before her, 'Just like a common house elf." She thought disdainfully. "Here." She said, not even bothering to look up at the nervous man before her as she handed him a small box that had sat on the table in front of her.
"Um?" the bumbling twit stammered at a lost. Really where could one get usful minions these days.
"It the Malfoy crest ring, it will track all those with Malfoy blood." Narcissca explained. "Use it, to find out when the boy crosses the safety of the wards and then finish him."
"Yes ma'am." Jinkins bowed clumsily and disappeared.
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Harry finished lacing his shoes and looked around his section of the dorm room to locate his textbooks. Spotting them half covered by a pillow, he grabbed them and slid them in to his worn book bag and swung around to see Ron staring at his oddly with a strange look that Harry couldn't interpret on his freckled face. "What's up with you?" Harry asked still smiling.
"That's my line." Ron shot back incredulously.
"I don't know what you mean Ron, nothings up with me am perfectly happy." Harry laughed at his friend oddness.
"That's my point." The red head declared and pointed at the scruffy haired teen almost accusingly.
"Hey, what's wrong with me being happy." Harry defended.
Ron scratched his head a bit sheepishly "Nothing. It's just that, well 'happy' hasn't really been your emotion of choice recently has it?" Ron said bluntly "Eh don't look at me like that," the taller Gryffindor said at Harry's annoyed look. "You know it's true, you've been so mopy until lately."
"Mopey!" the dark haired teen objected. "And so what if I'm happy. It's a good thing isn't it? Putting the war behind us and all that." Harry hadn't realised just what an affect his time with Draco had on him and his emotion. He'd have to be more careful.
"Yeah, I guess," Ron sounded a little uncertain "but…" he trailed of.
"But what!" Harry questioned now I bit irate " Don't you want me to be happy."
"No! I mean yeas of course I do, I'm glad for you mate, really" the red head hurried to say. "It's just that your whistling, you never whistle" the lanky teen told the shocked Gryffindor "and well it's a little… creepy." He finished lamely "Not to mention your out of tune." He added with a playful smile."
Harry rolled his eyes at his lanky friend but smiled too. 'Whistling?' Harry thought as he playfully punched Ron's shoulder. He hadn't even noticed. A few days ago Hermione had also comforted him about strange absences, it hadn't been hard for her to tell that his excuses for going of on his own were lies, mainly because he always used the same one. Studying. And yeah when he thought back on it, it didn't really take a genus to work out he wasn't studying, mostly due to the fact that he was still always rushing to finish assignments in the last minute before class. She had wondered whether Harry had after all discovered who he had imprinted on and was now in some sort of relationship, Harry had put her of with some excuse about just needing the time be himself to think and Hermione had accepted them silently, the look on her face telling Harry that they would be talking about this again soon. But Harry really had no idea that behaviour was getting to be so obvious that even the oblivious Ron would notice. That was worrying for more than one reason.
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He met up with Draco later that night in room of requirement. They had had been secretly meeting up every other night that week- no wonder Ron and Hermione had noticed. But there was nothing to be done, the need to be closer to Draco- his mate- had become an almost relentless urge and from the way the Slytherin leapt on him the moment he walked through the door he got the impression the young dragon felt the same.
"Nice to see you too." Harry breathed out when their lips parted.
"Oh shut up." The blond smiled and kissed him again eagerly. They kissed like that for several long-and very heated- moments, allowing the throbbing ache that had built up during the day's separation to dissipate to a slight tingle.
Draco sighed in what Harry thought of as a blissful way as they parted once more. He took in the blond swollen lips and pink tinted cheeks, he could get use to seeing the Slytherin like this, the wayward thought shocked him somewhat but it was the good type of shock he decided as the as he watched the other boy's pale lashes fluttered for a moment before opening to uncover a pair of deep grey eyes that stared back at him. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he became lost in Slytherin's gaze. A strange heat rushed through his body flooding him with desire.
With a sharp shake of his head to clear his thoughts, the Gryffindor tried to regained control of his swelling libido, after all it wouldn't do to ravage the blond there and then, he had to talk to Slytherin about Ron and Hermione's suspicions. Taking the other boy's hand he pulled the blond to the comfortable- if somewhat battered- looking sofa and sat down. "We need to talk." He started seriously.
"Oh dear." Draco said with a roll of his eyes. "What great disaster has befallen us now?"
Harry gritted his teeth slightly at the blond's tone but went on to say "Ron and Hermione are close to guessing about us."
That had a considerable affect on the blond, who sat up and looked at the dark haired teen with a frown forming between his fine brows." What do you mean they're close to guessing? how close?"
"Well" Harry said suddenly embarrassed. "They both reckon that I've been acting weirdly."
"Youre always weird Potter." Draco said as a matter of fact.
"Why thanks." Harry said dryly, "But do you think that it might be possible to get through the rest of this conversation without the sarcastic comments?" He looked at the blond pointedly and when Draco just shrugged and motioned at him to go on, he continued. "They said that… well they I've been a lot happier lately. Harry said in a rush, trying not to notice when the boy beside him raised his eyebrows in interest and smirked. "Hermione especially seems to think that it's because I've met- he didn't want to say my mate- someone." He finished.
Draco was thoughtful for a few moments, he got up and walked over to the empty fireplace, and knelt to place some logs onto the grate. With his back to Harry he said in a voice full of false casualness "well, you have."
Harry frowned; he couldn't see where Draco was going with that "Yes." He answered slowly "but it's not as if I want them knowing that, do I?"
The silence that followed had a sharp edge to it and Harry didn't know why. He wondered if he had said something wrong as he watched the blond teen place his bare hand on the now neatly sacked pile of wood on the fire grate, the Gryffindor distantly felt the familiar pull of Draco's magic as fame leapt from his pale fingers to the dried wood which instantly caught fire and started to crackle- like the tension between the two of them. Turning around to face him, the Slythern, his grey eye's now hard as steel stared at the floor and opened his month to say, "Because it's me?"
Harry was lost "what?" he asked slipping of the couch and on the floor in front of the blond wizard, why was Draco angry.
But as he moved to sit in front of Draco the other boy jumped to his feet and strode to the other side of the room before turning to fix the stunned Gryffindor with a glare. "You don't want your little fan club to find out that you've tainted your oh so glorious self by being with the likes of me." The blond teen accused.
"What, no!" Harry objected appalled "It's nothing like that." He said, getting to his own feet.
"Oh of course it is," Draco spat in bitterness. "I'm not good enough for you or your friends. I-."
"Draco, stop it!" the Harry screamed loudly, silently hoping that the room of requirement was sound proof. It did the trick. The Slytherin stopped mid-rant to look at the heaving Gryffindor in astonishment.
"It's not because I'm ashamed for you." The brunette insisted and raised a hand to stop the blond from interrupting "It's not, I just like having a secret that was ours and just ours." Harry confessed. "Yeah sure, Hermione and Ron wouldn't be happy about us being together, but I really couldn't care less. Because this," he indicated between them, "I know this is right, and if they really are my friends they'll understand." He groaned at the Slytherin's unconvinced look. "Look do you want me to tell them right now?" Harry asked deadly serious, "Because I will." He insisted heading for the door to do just that, only to be stopped by the Slytherin's hand on his arm. He looked back at the blond who looked at him.
"No," the blond sighed and smiled somewhat shyly. "No, don't go." Harry could almost feel they other boy's relief and happiness and he wondered at it for a second. It wasn't the sensation of feeling Draco's emotions that was strange- that had been happen more and more often as they had grown closer but only when the emotions were strong enough (it was a strange sensation to feel someone else's annoyance at you as if it were your own feeling). Rather he wondered at why his willingness to reveal their relationship to his friends should cause the Slytherin so much relief. Had the blond really been that uncertain about the Gryffindor's feeling for him? Harry was stunned, he felt a warm rush of affection for the stubborn boy in front of him. Stepping forward quickly he closed the gap between them and rapped his arms around the other boy.
Turning his head slightly Harry nuzzled at the blond's smooth neck placing soft kisses along its pale length. He could feel the other boy squirm under his attentions. Opening his mouth Harry bit into the tender flesh gently and sucked hard. There would be a bruise tomorrow, the thought sent heat pooling straight to the Gryffindor's groin.
Gripping the white blond strands a the back of Draco's hair Harry pulled the other boy's face to his and kissed him roughly. Using his tongue to gain access to the taller boy's mouth he explored it freely. He could hear the Slytherin moaning and could feel the blond's tight grip on his shoulders-he'd have a few bruises of his own- as Draco kissed him back fiercely.
They battled like that for a while, each trying desperately to get closer to the other. They were lost in the sound of wanton moans and the feeling of exploring hands. They woud have been unable to stop themselves even if they had wanted to. Harry had Draco's slacks unbuttoned and down around the boy's pale thighs without even realising it. Draco's own hands were unreservedly groping at the Gryffindor's back without shame.
With a growl that sounded a little wild, Harry pulled the blond's trousers the rest of the way off and yanked the boy's long legs up around his hips. Draco helpfully cross his legs behind the Gryffindor's back and folded his arms around the Harry neck locking them securely together as they continued their heated kiss. Relying heavily on his sense of direction, Harry manoeuvred them over to the huge bed, that the room had graciously provided for them.
Lowering the blond down onto the soft blankets Harry claimed on top, settling himself between his mates parted legs. He could feel Draco's erection against his own hardening cock. Panting heavily the Gryffindor rocked his hips up, gaining a gasp from the blond in return. "Holy shit, Potter."
Harry kissed the bond's reddened lips once more before kneeling up and pulling his own worn grey t-shirt over his head. He felt the blond hurrying making light work of his belt buckle and trousers. Throwing his shirt to one side Harry bent to divest the blond of his top. He groaned, as the expanse of ivory skin was uncovered. With speed that could only be called frantic, Harry shucked his own trousers the rest of the way down his legs and off the bed. Finally the two boys lay in nothing but their underwear, panting for breath.
Harry grunted as Draco started rolling his narrow hips up into the Gryffindor's crotch 'Oh fuck yes' he thought, slipping a tanned hand down the back of the Slytherin's cotton boxers to grip the boy's pale ass and forced their erections firmly together.
To this point they had always kept the boxers more or less on and they got each other off with their hands, but that just wasn't enough for Harry tonight, he didn't want anything between him and his mate to night. Slowly as not to alarm to the blond Harry pulled to other teen's boxers all the way down his lean legs, keeping his Green eye's fixed on the blond's grey ones that moved slightly, in time with the boy's heaving chest. There was no objection in the boy's face, just a nervous kind of excitement that echoed Harry's own feelings.
Harry removed his own boxers, very conscious of the fact that the Slytherin's eyes were on him the whole time. He blushed slightly as he slid down to lay atop the now naked boy once more. He wasn't prepared for the heat, who would have thought that one thin layer of cloth could make that much difference but it did the Gryffindor thought. He felt like his body was melting with that of the boy's beneath him. It was amazing. Suddenly he felt the blond lift his left leg and wrap it around his waist, causing their rigid cocks to align and rub together. An electric buzz of pleasure sheered through the dark haired boy, causing his muscles to tense and trembled softly. Groaning loudly, he kissed the Slytherin's thin chest, god the need to be in the other boy was so bad he shook with it. "Draco?" he said roughly unable to voice his question any better but the Draco either understood or guess what he was asking. The blond's only answer was to speed his legs that bit wider. And that was all the answer the Gryffindor needed.
The young hero sucked on his fingers for a moment, coating the thoroughly before leisurely trailing the down the pale body. Goosebumps appeared wherever the brunette's quidditch rough hands touched. As he passed Draco's straining erection Harry traced his moist digits along the underside, earning a tortured whimper from the Slytherin. He circled the pale boy's sack for a second before dipping his wet fingers between Draco's firm cheeks and teasing the boy's entrance.
Harry watched in worry as the blond whimpered a little as he slid a single damp finger into the boy. The Slytherin squirmed a little; a frown creasing his fair brow as Harry slowly pulled the finger out before pushing it back in farther, searchingly. He had read that it was suppose to be pleasurable, maybe he was doing it wrong the Gryffindor fretted. He had just decided to pull out when the blond's eye's snapped open, letting out a surprised gasp of pleasure. The sound of it had Harrry's cock pulsing, so much the he had to put a hand to it to stop himself form coming right there. With a renewed effort Harry eased another finger into Draco, intent on stretching the blond fully.
He decided enough was enough as he felt the wanton Slytherin thrusting his hips to meet Harry's fingers, 'Holy poptarts in a blender.' he had never seen anything as erotic in his entire life. Groaning with suppressed need Harry pulled his hand form the disappointed blond.
The Gryffindor took a deep steadying breath and positioned himself at his mates entrance, brushing the damp white blond strands away form Draco's clammy face. "Ready?" he asked when the Slytherin opened a pair of lust filled grey eye's to look at him.
It took a moment for Draco to catch on to what Harry was saying but when he did he give a small nod and moved his hands to grip at Harry's strong back. Harry pressed their damp foreheads together causing their breath to mingle as they panted. Slowly so slowly that Harry thought he might burst, he entered Draco, burying himself in the other animagus's heat. He shuddered under the strain and felt Draco clutch at the muscle of his back tightly, even as part of him was lost in the swelling hum that was their animagus magic. It seemed to integrate and merge together, building as their arousal did.
A grunt of pure ecstasy escaped the Gryffindor as the blond finally fully relaxed, allowing Harry to sheath himself completely in the other boy. Carefully the green eyed wizard half pulled out and rocked back in, tearing a moan form both of them at the sensation the action induced. 'Oh holy hell!' Harry thought, eagerly repeating the action a few more times, revelling in the feeling of Draco's hot heat surrounding him. His pace picked up and soon the Gryffindor was pumping his swollen cock in and out of the blond's tight opening with abandon, lost to everything but their two bodies. The hum that was their magic built to a deafening roar, that drown out all other sounds of their lovemaking. Thrusting for all he was worth Harry felt his arousal pooling in his groin as his orgasm neared. Dipping his head he kissed the boy beneath him roughly and tasted blood, he wasn't sure whose it was but at that moment he couldn't care less. With one final thrust of his hips they both climaxed tensing as their orgasm rushed through them, their joint magic pulsating with a blinding white light. And in that one chaotic moment as they were bonded Harry could hear Draco, not physically and not just the blond's heightened emotions. He could actually hear what his mate was thinking and was farther shocked to find that Draco could hear his thoughts too. But too soon the connection dissolved as their orgasm faded and the two boys' were left sweat soaked and panting and thoroughly satiated.
Later they lay on the vaguely Gryffindor looking coach. They had both pulled on a pair of boxers for modesty shake but hadn't bother to put on anything else. They sat side by side their bare shoulders touching; their legs were propped up on the table in front of them their bare legs intertwined as they played with the fire. It had gone out when they had been distracted but Draco had lit it once again when they had sluggishly moved to the couch. As they sat and watched the flames dance Harry found himself absent-mindedly manipulating the small flames with his elemental magic. "God, for having such warm hands-understatement of the century- your feet aren't half cold." Harry complained to the boy beside him when their feet touched.
Draco briefly considered huffing but he was just too tired, "Well you could always warm them up for me." he suggested, rubbing them more firmly against the Gryffindor's.
Harry just smiled, focusing on his magic as he pulled a thread of flame out from the rest of the fire and willed it into a small burning hoop and bought it out to float in the air above their tinged feet; he smiled at the ease in which he succeeded. His magic still hummed around him after their bonding, giving him that much more control. With I jolt he realized that he could feel Draco's magic too and somehow he knew that if he needed to he could draw form the Slytherin magic, as he did form his own to. That knowledge had the Gryffindor's mind reeling, magic was a very intimate thing, it made up part of a person's essence. He supposed it made sense in a way after all he thought with a certain amount awe they were bonded now. The thought had a grin pulling at the young wizards mouth.
"Show off." Draco complained sleepily beside him. Raising one hand to smother yawn he lifted the other and shot a small ball of flames from his slender fingers. It leapt form the pale digits and through the ring of fire- that Hary had half forgotten about during his inner musing- and down into the fire.
"Now who's the show off?" Harry asked impressed despite himself, it looked like Draco's control had improved with their bonding as well.
The bond chuckled and turned to nuzzle at Harry's bare shoulder, kissing it softly. Harry's heart ached at the tender act. Feeling unreasonably nervous he asked "Malfoy, let stay here tonight?"
"Hm, I think that we're past a last name biases, don't you" Draco smirked at the Gryffindor's blush "At least when we're alone anyway."
"I suppose we are." Harry agreed thoughtfully, "Oh! Can I call you Dray" Harry asked in an excited voice.
"Not if you want to live," the blond replied in a deadpan tone.
"Er…right, guess I'll stick with Draco then."
"Wise choice," The Slytherin approved. "And yes."
"Yes?" Harry asked confused.
"Yes, I'll stay the night, Harry." The Sltherin practically purred his name. The bond stood and turned to pull the suddenly speechless Gryffindor to his feet and towards the bed.
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The next morning Draco let the warm water wash over him soothing the ach in his tense muscles, they had ended up getting each other off twice more after that. Though the Gryffindor hadn't entered him again and now, as he stood thoroughly exhausted in the shower the next day Draco could only be thankful. He had been barely able to move when he woke that morning without a sharp pain shooting down his back. And Draco was adamant that if he hadn't been so embarrassed at waking to find the Gryffindor rapped around him, that he would have punch the Gryffindor in the face for causing him such discomfort. As it was he had just closed his eye's again and tried not to move-because it was to painful not because he didn't want to wake the slumbering hero, who incidentally looked quite charming when asleep.
After a good ten minutes longer than he usually took in the shower, Draco switched the water off and rapped a towel around his slender waist and stepped up to the skin. Using a hand to clear the condensation of the fogged glass Draco bent to grab his toothbrush. He was halfway through brushing his teeth when he spotted it. A huge hicky, clear as day stood out against the pale skin of his neck. The toothbrush fell forgotton from the Slytherin's open mouth, clattering as it hit the bathroom floor 'What the hell?' oh forget not punching him, he was going to kill the Gryffindor when he got his hands on him. Draco caught sight off his blushing cheeks and scowled, immensely thankful that none of the other Slytherin's got up this early on a Saturday morning. Going over to his clothes, he pulled his wand from the bundle and pointed a quick healing spell at his neck.
He would dress warmly, he decided, winter was fast approaching and he had always been susceptible to colder weather, Harry had mentioned as they parted that morning, that he had promised to go to Hogsmeade with his followers. Which suited him just fine. He hadn't planed to spend the day with the Gryffindor anyway. He decided that he would go to Hogsmeade on his own and pick up a few supplies. He had been meaning to replace the anti-spatter ink in his inkwell anyway and perhaps he would treat himself to something excessively sweet from Honeydukes, he had long harboured a guilty pleasure for their irresistible Syrup Swirls. Yes the blond thought happy which his excuses 'reason' he corrected mentally for going to Hogsmeade. There were plenty other things that occupied his mind other than Harry Potter. After all he wasn't some sappy love suck girl.
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Harry's breath misted in front of him as he and his two best friends walked toward Hogsmeade. The leaves that lettered the ground had frosted over in the cold and crunched softy underfoot as they passed. Ron was in the middle of telling a grossly exaggerated version of an accident that Harry had missed in the common room last night. According to the red headed Gryffindor, Dean Thomas had went on a crazed frenzy, debagging half the girls in the Gryffindor common room. Harry had in fact heard a much more dependable account earlier that morning which simply consisted of Dean unfortunate luck that resuted in him to tripping over an abandoned schoolbag and falingl into the even more unfortunate Lavender Brown and accidentally pulled the girl skirt down as he fell, the end. Of course Ron's version was a lot more dramatic and Harry laughed along with Hermione as the tall boy got more and more into his storytelling, even going as far as to do voices and actions. All three friends laughed as Ron finished his tale with "and so Dean earned himself a lifetimes worth of detentions and a black eye to boot."
"Oh Ron." Hermione shook her head that the red head's antics even as she giggled.
"What! I swear that's exactly how it happen." Her boyfriend insisted grinning.
Harry just smiled and listened to the couple chatting, his mind drifting to his blond Slytherin, he still couldn't quite believe that they had done it yesterday they were bonded. His elemental magic had virtually buzzed beneath his skin al morning- once or twice when he had reach for something or moved to close a door his air magic had moved it before his hand got the chance. However the extra magic looked as if it came with a better grasp on his control of it, he hadn't really had the chance to test it yet but Harry felt sure that when he did he would have a better handle on his elemental powers and hopefully he thought, his flying too.
He was playing around with the idea of maybe inviting Draco out tonight to check his theories when he felt it. The shock of it was like he had been hit with ice-cold water. The space in his chest, the one that tingled whenever his mate was near, suddenly pulsed with a burning red light, it was tented with Draco's fear. The effect was such that it had Harry doubling over, clutching at his chest.
"Harry!" he vaguely heard the two teens with him call. Trying block out his mate's turbulent feelings, the dark haired Gryffindor bolted upright, his hand still gripping white knuckled at the thick material of his jacket over his heart, only one thought was in his mind. Draco was in trouble! Harry had to get to him.
Ignoring his alarmed friends, Harry ripped his wand from his pocket instantly preparing to transform. He could sense thankfully that the Slytherin wasn't too far away maybe only a few miles ahead of them on the same road to Hogsmeade. As his shape settled into his Lyfith form, he beat his massive wings twice and hurdled in to cold air.
He hardly thought of what he was doing, he didn't have time. Somewhere in the back of his head he hoped that his wings would keep him in the air. They did. The huge appendages propelled him through the air at a great rate of knots. The majority of his mind was already thinking of Draco, he must have been attacked again, the Animagus realized with a certain dread.
He reached the scene just in time to see Draco's wand ripped form his hand as the blond was hit with a curse. The two heavily cloaked men were advancing the downed Slytherin. Harry felt a sickening feeling of terror crawl through him as he watched to two dark wizards point their wands at his defenceless mate. Fear and anger erupted ferociously in the young Lyfith's mind 'How dare these men try to hurt his mate!' His violent mind roared, his cat-like body trembled with both a burning rage and the crackling of wild magic that he could barely contain and he didn't intend to. As the animal inside him, took over completely, he felt a wave of pure brutal elemental magic burst through his dam of control. Flames exploded through the air engulfing the nearest intruder leave him a blacken husk. Without thinking about what he had just done, Harry plummeted sharply towards the ground and barrelled straight into the other hooded man, sending the stranger soaring through the air to crash loudly into a large oak near by. Growling savagely the Lyfith approached the fallen wizard, vengeance dark in his mind, he was just about attack when he was detracted by his mate's pained cry as the blond regained consciousness. But the momentary interruption was enough, when Harry whipped his maned head back around it was just in time to see the intruder's wide, frightened eyes before the man disapparated.
When he realised that the man was gone, Harry transformed automatically back. Once more in human form he sprinted over and practically threw himself down beside Draco who was still groaning in pain. Fear squeezed at his heart like a fist. Pulling the blond into his arms Harry rocked the boy gently. "It's ok, Draco, your going to be ok." The Gryffindor chanted franticly, a broken sound cracked form his rough throat as he noticed the vast amount to blood that flowed form the deathly pale boy in his arms.
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