Title: The Boy Who Became Wolf

DISCLAIMER:This story is based entirely on the story J.K. Rowling has brilliantly made. She and her associates own all of the characters (excluding the ones i have made up). This story is made simply for enjoyment and no money is being made from this. No copyright or offence is intended.

Warnings: Eventual slash, AU, Angst, Violence, Language

Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Hermione/Ron, Ginny/Dean, Neville/Luna; eventual Harry/Draco

Rating: T or as some like to say, PG-13

Summary: AU. After the final battle, a victorious Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf and flees into an unknown forest. He creates a Pack and thinks his life is finally fulfilled. That is, until he receives his vampire inheritance and becomes a hybrid. Forced to return back into the Wizarding World, Harry learns of the discrimination against creatures and fights against a rising Dark Lord. Eventual D/H SLASH

Author's Note: Late. I know. The usual. Don't kill me. I promise promise promise, that the last few will be poppin out like babies in no time! (Yeah, odd analogy.)

But on a more important note, there is a small lemon in this scene. Since it was my first time (yes, my smut virginity is now popped), I wasn't sure if it was worthy of an M rating. To me, I think it's not explicit at all. But if any of that bothers you, I will be marking the beginning and end.

So another thanks to my wonderful beta, Roheryn's Knight, who has gone her way to help me with writing this incredibly difficult chapter. Kudos to her, and check out her work sometime!

Here you go! The end is coming near... (;

Chapter 21

Harry pushed his hand through his dark hair in agitation, gritting his teeth together as he tried to study the procedure of the ritual in the large tome disguised as a simple gardening book.

It was suffice to say he received more than a few raised eyebrows and questioning glances at the title.

"Did you see that stag Lucan pulled down today?" Shervon boomed as he lounged comfortably on an emerald couch near the fire, legs thrown carelessly over the arm of the chair, his head hanging off the other end. A footstool popped into existence under his legs and the werewolf lazily propped up his feet on it. "Very impressive, Lucan. Very impressive indeed."

Lucan beamed from his place on the plush rug. "Thanks! Really, it was nothing."

"Modesty doesn't suit you," Hana jeered from her own chair. Her eyes flashed with something akin to annoyance and jealousy.

"Shush," Camilla rebuked her fellow wolf before Lucan could retaliate. "And jealousy doesn't fit you, Hana. Really, what has gotten into you lately? Is there something between Lucan and you that we don't know about?"

Hana flushed, which did not go unnoticed, and hastily turned away. "Nothing."

"You know you can tell us anything, right?" Camilla pressed gently. "We're a pack and we always stick together."

"Yes, but not everything involves you," Hana snapped back. She shot a quick glance at Lucan, who wore a hurt look on his face.

"Relax, guys," Shervon said with an easy grin. "If Hana doesn't want to say, then she doesn't have to. We all have our secrets, don't we?" He gave Camilla a leery, suggestive grin.

The Beta gave a steely glare at the lazing man, but pursed her lips and turned away.

Silence reigned briefly in the room, and Harry inaudibly sighed with it. At last, he could concentrate on—

"Hey, Alpha, I kept the antlers of the stag. Can I hang them up on the wall?" Lucan suddenly chirruped.

Harry drew in a long breath and exhaled loudly. "Yes, fine. Do what you want," he muttered, bringing the book closer to his eyes. "I really don't care."

"Oh yes, they'll fit perfectly with the one I caught while we were running here. Hey, I think they match!"

"Lucan, shut up."

"I don't have to do what you say!"

"Please, don't start again."

"She started it!"

"No, he did!"

Harry's frustration reached its peak and the last strand of his patience snapped. "Will you guys just shut the bloody hell up?" He roared.

This time, the silence remained in the room. Oddly enough, it was too quiet for too long, and Harry sighed again, his eyes tiredly falling shut.

"Sorry," he mumbled, closing the book and setting it aside. "It's wrong of me to take my stress out on you guys."

"Are you ok, Alpha?" A long-lost voice asked. Heads turned to identify the nervous whisper and found Orpheus, who curled up in a corner far from the fire.

"Well of course he's not," Camilla snapped at the man. "He's leading a fucking war. How do you think he is?"

"Don't fight," Harry reprimanded sharply, opening one eye to glare at Camilla. "What's done is done, and it can't change."

"Are you saying you forgive him?" Camilla demanded challengingly as she turned on her Alpha. "For killing Cyrena?"

Orpheus curled up into himself even further with a distressed whimper.

Harry shot out of his seat and sent his book flying off the couch, facing his Beta with a vicious snarl. "Yes, I have. A long time ago. You cannot blame Cyrena's death on Orpheus."

"Why can't I?" Camilla growled. "He should have listened to you."

"He did what he thought was best at the time," Harry replied fiercely. "Yes, he should have listened to me—but that was his mistake. Now don't make his fault now, Camilla, because I clearly said days before that Orpheus was to be forgiven. The pack cannot be driven apart by something that happened months ago. Cyrena would resent you for this, and you know that, Camilla."

He tilted his face up towards the taller werewolf, his lip curling upwards angrily. "I admire bravery and being able to stand up for oneself, but I value obedience more so. Will you just listen and do what's best for the pack?"

Camilla looked properly chastened when Harry finished his tirade. Her face seemed to grow decades older and she looked away from her Alpha's burning gaze.

"I apologize," she murmured. "It was childish me, but I don't seem to remember Orpheus receiving punishment for disobeying you, my Alpha."

"He has been Omega of the pack ever since," Shervon piped up from his chair. "The first one in the pack. Don't you think that's hard enough?"

"I suppose so," Camilla relented grudgingly.

Orpheus suddenly moved from his corner to crouch by Harry's side warily. He looked up at his Alpha with murky blue eyes and whispered, "Please, don't make a problem out of this. She's right. I don't deserve it."

Immediately, Harry turned his ugly scowl on the Omega. "Don't you start. The least you can do is try for is redemption. Keep training the others. You've done a great job so I don't want to hear a single word of self-pity come out of your mouth."

Orpheus promptly shut his mouth and looked away.

Satisfied at Camilla's agreement and Orpheus's submission, Harry sat back in his chair and picked up the alleged "gardening" book. He flipped to his saved page and began reading again.

"Hey, Alpha?"

Wishing he never agreed to study with his pack, Harry looked up impatiently at the speaker. "Yes, Shervon?"

"Could you show us your partial transformation? Orpheus has been trying to teach us for the past few weeks but I can barely get a claw out. He's been unable to teach us any techniques since none of us can do it."

That was a reasonable request, despite interrupting his reading. "Of course," Harry sighed, laying his book back down and standing up. "So, what do you want to see? Claws? Teeth?" At an attempt at lightening the room, he added, "I can do a tail, but it's a bit ridiculous."

Lucan sniggered. "All of the important ones for battle."

Nodding, Harry concentrated briefly on his wolf and pulled at its core. A rush of magic briefly filled him before blunt fingers became wicked claws, teeth lengthened and sharpened, ears expanded, and nose widened. More or less, he looked like one of the muggle depictions a werewolf

Hana couldn't help but laugh aloud at his appearance.

Harry, meanwhile, bared his teeth at her. "There is nothing remotely funny about this," he snapped. "I've transformed my teeth and nails, for obvious reasons, but why do you think the ears and the nose?"

"You forgot the tail," Hana added innocently.

Growling at her, Harry simply shook his head. "A wolf's senses are twice as strong as humans. With these ears, I can hear students outside of the door gossiping about Mandy Koffman's dress, and with the nose…" he paused and sniffed in the air, before freezing. He locked eyes with Hana, who returned the look with distress. "I can smell something different," he concluded.

Morphing into his wolf form, Harry leaped at Hana, who gave little resistance, and pinned her to the ground. She automatically changed into her own wolf and arched her back to show her belly in submission.

I sense someone has found their mate, he purred in her face, smugness and pleasure radiating from every tip of fur.

Hana turned her great white head and whined. You won't say anything?

No, Harry replied. But you will. He deserves to know. I assume you're the dominant one from your behavior with him.

Why am I the dominant? She exploded, skidding out from underneath Harry and standing up with hackles raised. He is the male. Why am I to be the dominant? I've been so passive my entire life—why is this happening?

Harry trotted forward and nudged her head gently. It is the work of the Goddess. You are a wolf of magic, Hana. You cannot remain 'passive' your entire life. Lucan is too childish to be dependable. The two of you would make a good match.

No. No we would not, Hana snarled, snapping at her Alpha without a thought.

Jumping from the couch, Camilla shifted and charged in front of Harry. What the hell do you think you're doing? She snarled, baring her teeth.

Down, Camilla, Harry ordered shortly. I will let this go, Hana, because of the circumstances. But never forget who you are and who you belong to.

Hana bowed her head down and flattened her ears meekly. Of course. Sorry, Alpha.

Nipping her ear gently, Harry stared into her eyes. You will tell the rest of the pack, including Lucan, before the final battle, the sooner the better. If you fail to do so, I'll be the one to spill, so don't stall

Morphing back into his human form, Harry strolled over to his couch and slouched into the chair. He picked up his "gardening" book and resumed rereading the text.

Using the tip of a phoenix feather, the runes should revolve around the main domains of the body—the heart for life, the head for the soul, and the genitals for reproduction. Blood of the caster must be freshly drawn and must only be used for the preparations—

The door suddenly crashed open, and Harry was certain the Goddess had decreed he would never get a day of silence.

"Harry James Potter!"

At his full name, Harry's head snapped up wearily to meet the furious brown eyes of the resident History of Magic teacher.

"Hermione Granger?" Harry greeted timidly, his voice uncertain.

"What the bloody hell are you doing with this book and these kinds of runes? And for Merlin's sake, get that ridiculous gardening illusion off of that book. When will you learn to cast a believable illusion?"

Ignoring the latter, Harry gaped at his best friend. "Did you just swear?"

"Yes, I bloody well just swore. We need to talk, Harry! I know what you want to do and—oh, fine. I'll do it then if you won't." Hermione irritably waved her wand at Harry's gardening book and watched with the pack in surprise as the letters dissipated into the air to reveal an enormous heavy tome of rituals.

Her face grew pale in horror. "Harry," she said slowly, wheels turning at lightning speed in her head.

Grabbing Hermione's wrist, Harry quickly wrenched her out of the room and away from his pack's suspicious eyes. Locking the two of them in a nearby abandoned classroom, Harry spun around with his hands firmly set on her shoulders. He leveled her with a stern look.

"You can't tell anyone."

"Of course I will! This is ridiculous, Harry. Someday, you might actually get around to valuing your own life, rather than everyone else's. Humans are born selfish creatures." Hermione huffed and held up the runes book Harry had left in the library days ago. "I took this book after you finished with it last Monday—just out of curiosity—and I happened to flip to one page. Specifically about memory runes and sacrifice."

"Hermione, wait-"

She pointed hysterically at the huge book of rituals Harry was still carrying. "And along with that, it's impossible not to get what you're trying to do. I went over every single book in the entire Hogwarts library, and don't think I wouldn't be able to recognize such a ritual. You can't do it Harry. And you won't be able to as well. Where are you going to find a lost soul or get all that blood. And you certainly aren't allowed to even think about using yourself as a stupid piece of bait just to get rid of another bloody Dark Lord who doesn't—"

Throughout Hermione's frantic lecture, Harry was growing more and more worried. She knew far too much. It shouldn't even have been a surprise, considering her profession as well as her natural book-loving persona. He couldn't let her tell anyone, god forbid Draco or his pack.

He closed his eyes. It was inevitable.

"—and that's absolutely final. Harry, are you even listening to me?" Hermione huffed. Her mousy hair stuck out in every direction possible, her eyes wide with panic. "There's got to be a better way to destroy him. That can't be the only solution you thought of Harry. Think of all the people you're going to destroy and crush. Think of Draco, Harry, if that's enough, but please, please don't—"

"Obliviate."

Hermione's pink lips opened in a gasp of surprise as the spell hit her dead on in the head. Her eyes reflected the betrayal she felt, but they soon lost focus and dilated.

Breathing deeply through his nose to calm himself, Harry spoke in a trembling order, "Forget all you have learned about runes and rituals concerning Harry Potter. Go back to the library, where you were searching for a cure to the effect of the Moon goddess on werewolves. Forget all that has happened."

With a blind nod, Hermione turned around and left the room, the locks vaporizing upon her touch.

Harry stared after her with pained eyes. He did it. He betrayed his best friend, who had stood beside him in every single situation.

War was brutal, and it truly brought out the worst in every single person; whether he/she be involved or not.

Stepping out of the classroom minutes after Hermione left, Harry walked away from the Room of Requirements. He couldn't bring himself to face his pack, especially after what he had just done.

His eyes burned with unshed tears as he stumbled around a corner. Life couldn't get any more worse than it already was. It was two weeks before the final battle, and nothing was resolved.

Sure, the wards around Hogwarts were constantly being strengthened. Students were slowly being withdrawn by worried parents while more and more volunteers filed in from around Europe to aid the fight against Lord Merdeneth.

Yet, there was still no solution to the influence of the Moon goddess. The preparations for the ritual were barely half finished and finalized—and he wasn't even a hundred percent positive if the entire thing would work out.

Not to mention his growing bond with Draco, the fucking prince to vampires. Harry knew that Draco wanted the two of them to bond, despite Blaise's more than recent death. Yet, Harry couldn't bond with Draco, no matter how much he wanted to. The two avoided the topic, yet it lay between them like a time bomb, ticking away with the danger of a staggering argument and fight, something both tried to avoid.

It wasn't even Draco himself. He was fantastic and more than he could have ever wished for, much less deserved. He simultaneously pleased and protected the submissive side of Harry while offering a challenge and fight to the dominant part of him. Harry had never felt happier, yet a small sea of guilt, just an arm's length away, flooded his thoughts whenever he drifted off into his own personal fantasy.

Hopelessly lost in his bleak thoughts, Harry wanted to do nothing but throw himself off of the Astronomy tower.

Now there's a tempting thought…

He wasn't able to hold onto that thought for long as a door to a room just to his right opened and Lezander, Sylvain, and Jester stepped out.

Jester opened his mouth with a smile to greet the hybrid but Harry merely lifted his moody eyes and gave a sneer worthy of a Malfoy.

"Fuck off."

Sylvain raised her eyebrows. "Well aren't you in a grand mood today."

"No, I am not in a grand bloody mood today," Harry barked, leaning against the wall to face the three vampires. "I just obliviated my best friend, found out that the war might just be hopeless, and am currently favoring the thought of honorable suicide, if there is such thing. Tell me, Lezander, if a wizard stood on top of the Astronomy tower and yelled that he already killed a Dark Lord, and then proceeded to jump off, would that be considered an honorable death?"

Lezander looked closely at the blood-shot eyes of his former Master and said very carefully, "I suppose it depends on the circumstances of whether or not that wizard had any other responsibilities he needed to fulfill."

Shoulders slumped even lower. "Fantastic."

Sighing, Lezander strode toward the shorter man and took hold of his smooth chin. Moving Harry's head so he could meet the notorious pair of verdant eyes, Lezander spoke quietly, "I once knew a man who was like that. In fact, you remind me quite a bit of him. He wanted to create an alliance with the werewolves, but couldn't because of his mate, whose family was killed by werewolves. One day, he was saved by a pack from a crazed wizard and swore to the four that he would bring together the two worlds to create something stronger against the dominant race of wizards. But crumpled by the pressure of the vampires and werewolves, he committed suicide by a lake, having thrown himself in a pit of fire, and sent a letter to his brother with a will. A will to continue his legacy, as he himself was not strong enough to do so."

Lezander locked eyes with Harry's. "And here I am, finally seeing the reunion between the vampire and werewolf race. Together, with wizards, the three are finding peace among each other in war to fight against one man. That is as close as possible to success, and my brother can finally be put to rest."

"I-I don't know what to say," Harry whispered, his eyes wide in shock. "That is why you turned away from the clan to join me?"

"Yes," Lezander breathed. "We were bitter at first, but by responsibility, we stayed, and we learned to love what we have become. I cannot think of myself without the pack, as horrible as they smell and as disgusting their habits are."

Harry cracked a weak smile. "Glad to know you're so fond of us."

"And you're half of us!" Jester eagerly proclaimed from the corner, having already heard the story before. "Don't forget that."

A true smile emerged from his face. "I wouldn't hold my breath," he joked before launching himself with a playful roar at the unsuspecting vampire.

Harry felt both lighter and more burdened than ever. Now, Lezander's brother's legacy lay directly in his hands. If Lord Merdeneth triumphed, then all creatures would be bound in servitude.

He would rather jump of the Astronomy tower with the responsibilities than let Lord Merdeneth win, ex-lover or not.

Harry loped off into the forest, his black fur blending in the dark of the night. His destination was clear in his mind.

The Dragon's Domain.

He had apparated from the outskirts of Hogsmeade, having escaped the motherly clutches of his current boyfriend. Merlin, who knew a vampire could be so, dare he say, maternal? He was a fully grown adult werewolf and perfectly capable of protecting himself against practically anything.

The trees grew thicker as Harry climbed the enormous hill. Rocks jutted out of the ground in jagged spikes, deep gouges imprinted on the stone. There was no grass or other greens aside from the sturdy oaks, their trunks charred black and their scorched branches leafless.

An eerie screech echoed through the empty forest, causing the fur on Harry's body to bristle and his ears to flatten against his head. Instinctively, he stilled. Backing into a defensive crouch, Harry's upper lip curled up and a rumbling growl ripped out of his chest.

Another scream erupted into the skies and a large Romanian Longhorn landed in front of him, her neck curling around like a snake's body in the air. She leaned forward on her claws and breathed her rancid breath onto Harry.

The wolf's nose wrinkled in disgust. Morphing back into his human form, Harry dusted his pants off, buckling the Sword of Gryffindor back on, which was shrunken and strapped on his front left paw of his wolf, and stood up straight. Sadly, his height barely reached one of her long yellow horns that grew out of the top of her head.

/I want to speak to the Elders/ he hissed as loudly as he could. He performed a clumsy bow, which crudely resembled respect from an honored ally to a dragon.

She hissed at him, her face morphing in rage. /A wizard that dares to order one of the Dragon Lords? I should kill you for that/

Harry winced. Dragons were extremely vain and sensitive creatures. /I apologize, but this is important. Please, allow this humble wizard to seek council with the Elders?/

/Better,/ she rumbled. Bringing her face closer to Harry's, she snapped her jaw mere inches away from his nose. /Follow. If you can, wizard./

With a deafening screech, she flapped her majestic wings once and sprung into the air with a challenging roar. In the matter of seconds, her enormous body was already half up a large mountain of rock.

Gritting his teeth, Harry pursed his lips shut and allowed his much smaller wings to burst out of his back. He bared his teeth at the dragoness's mockery and rose swiftly in the air, flying with much more elegance than the Romanian Longhorn. His speed, however, was decidedly more lacking.

Sadly, it took him an extra five minutes to reach the discreet cave entrance which had been crudely dug above a canyon situated between two of the mountains. Dust and sand blew harshly in the air and covered what little green could be found amidst the barren earth.

Harry stumbled on his landing and had to catch himself on the wall. Retracting his wings, he began to walk forward, following the sounds of the Romanian Longhorn. Straining his ears, he strode forward carefully, painfully aware of the numerous dragons that hissed and slithered around him in the shadows.

After snarling at the spiked tail of a Hungarian Horntail which had come a little too close to his arse, Harry continued down the spiraling path before coming face to face with an enormous arch that looked as if it was gouged out roughly with nothing but claws and teeth.

The crude structure of the cave did nothing to mask the deep, thrumming power of the dragons, which hovered around air thickened with olden magic. From within the arc, something deeper, stronger, and pure radiated, so much so that Harry staggered at the potent magic that floated around him.

Leaning against the wall beside him for support, Harry gritted his teeth and allowed the constraints of his magic to dissolve. He paused outside of the arc and, using his magic, sent a polite request for an audience with the Elder.

There was a brief pause before a low, rumbling growl answered from underneath his feet. Taking the sign as a yes, Harry made his way through the arc and into the pitch black.

He found himself walking gingerly through darkness for a couple minutes before discovering a small slit of light shining from the ceiling. Amazingly enough, through the thousands of feet underground, a small gap connected the chamber with the outside world.

However, in his moment of awe, Harry lost track of where he was and bumped into something. Something large, hard, and scaly.

Backtracking as quickly as he could, Harry dropped onto both of his knees and bent his head down submissively. Neither the wolf nor vampire gave complaint inside of him, as both recognized that the creature in front of him was centuries older and more powerful.

/My lord, I beg your forgiveness. I couldn't see where I was going and foolishly did not pay attention./

Something moved in the dark. With a jaw cracking movement, a large stream of purple and red fire streamed out in a dazzling whip and lit the surrounding stone wall on fire.

/Come closer, wizard. What is your name?/

Harry looked up, and up, and up. The dragon was monstrous. Scales as sharp as knives and black as the darkest night, large, slitted yellow eyes stood out. Horns as large as the Longhorn Harry had met at first, they followed a jagged path down the back and ended at a lethal looking tail that split into three separate spikes. Black wings were worn and ripped, limp against the body and unused for decades. Teeth stained with black and yellow gleamed in the fiery light.

/I am named Harry Potter./

The dragon gave a low rumble and snorted. /Harry Potter. Yes, yes, you are the wizard who has asked my council for aid five years ago against the Dark Lord Tom Riddle./

/That is correct, my lord./ Harry agreed, eyes downcast.

/And I assume you have come for aid again? Against the rising Harmony?/ the hiss was entwined with dark amusement, as though he were entertained by the wizard's silly request.

Pausing, Harry weighed his choices. As delicately as possible, he said, /That is correct, my lord. You must understand that he is not what he seems-/

/Do you take me for a fool?/ the dragon suddenly roared. His voice echoed loudly throughout the cave and restless screeches could be heard in the distance. Quieting, the Elder continued, /I am quite aware of this 'Lord Merdeneth' character. Your ex-lover, is he not?/

/Yes, my lord./

/He has petitioned for our aid as well. Genuine or not, he has the skills of the Harmony, and we are obligated to follow his wishes./

/But you are of the Ancients. Is there not anything you can do?/ Harry pleaded. Taking the risk, Harry raised his head to stare directly into the black pupil of the dragon before him without a flinch.

The two stared at each other before the Elder turned away with something akin to a hacking cough.

/I can tell you are young,/ he said, amused. /To be so blatant and audacious. But we are tied to the Harmony as you are to your Goddess./

/Yet the Goddess grants us bits and pieces of freedom, and so do the laws of the Harmony,/ Harry persisted. /You have power above and beyond every living creature on this plane, my lord./

The dragon huffed. /And though I am growing old, my power is not as worn as my body is. Offer me something, Harry Potter, and perhaps, I can overlook the orders of the Harmony./

Harry took a deep breath. He had one single chance to convince the Elder.

/The price of my soul for you to withdraw your dragons from the Harmony and to avoid interfering with any Wizarding politics or battles. That is my offer./

The air grew still and silent. /You are sure?/ the Elder hissed deeply in thought. /I haven't had a soul offered to me in decades. Surely you plan to spirit off with your new vampire mate following your death?/

Gritting his teeth, Harry turned his head to stare back at the ground. /I am willing to sacrifice my life for the world if it means that my mate and my pack will survive as well./

Slitted eyes bright, the dragon lifted his head and brought one heavy claw to touch the chest of the hybrid, right above the heart. /And for your bravery and my admiration for your reckless youth, I will only ask for two years of service, and your spirit will be free. My people will withdraw from this war and wait until the Harmony is destroyed./

Shocked beyond belief, Harry leaned down and prostrated himself in front of the mighty black dragon. /I cannot express how thankful I am for this, my lord./ he whispered. /Thank you./

The Elder simply brought his head back onto the ground and closed his eyes wearily. /Now leave me in peace. I must rest./

Bowing once again, Harry rose up on shaking knees and respectfully exited the chamber.

The days have finally reached their end, Harry thought unfeelingly, looking outside of the window toward the sun's slow descent to the ground. Pink and orange skies illuminated the grounds, but did nothing to lighten the mood.

It was the night before the final battle was destined to happen.

Harry felt like a freight train could run him over and he wouldn't feel a single thing. Numb was a complete understatement.

Breathing in deeply, a pair of strong, sturdy arms wound around his waist and pulled him snug against the man's chest. Blonde hair dipped as Draco buried his nose in Harry's hair and sniffed.

"You need to relax," he murmured, voice slightly muffled by the tufts of raven.

"I can't," Harry said with frustration. "Not on a night like this. Not before something that could kill the both of us—all of us."

"Don't," Draco seethed, violently yanking Harry around to face him. "Ever mention that again. We will both get through this alive, with Merdeneth's arse fried to Kentucky standards."

Harry raised his eyebrows at that. "I didn't know that you knew what Kentucky is, much less what it's most known for."

The blonde raised his chin arrogantly. "I'm a Malfoy. Of course I know what it is, no matter how trivial it is."

Grunting in amusement, Harry turned away, far too tired to continue the banter that usually followed the infamous Malfoy laws.

"Relax," Draco murmured, moving back again to slowly massage Harry's tight back muscles. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Harry felt himself turn into jelly as the insistent knots in his back were rubbed out and massaged. "Thinkin' about war," he murmured softly.

Draco continued to knead his hands. "What about the war?"

"Everythin' about it. Is too hard to win. Ah, that feels good."

"What's there to worry?" Draco asked huskily. "We've trained up to the point that we could match Roman armies, the wards in Hogwarts have never been stronger, and I suppose you have a power that he knows not that you won't tell me. You were destined to destroy him."

"Or destined to lose," Harry said, his head lolling. He barely felt himself being pushed onto a bed, just in time before his legs gave out under him. "Dragons. Banshees. Snakes. Resurrections. The innocent forced to fight."

"Shh, have faith," Draco whispered. "We can handle it. You put far too much on your plate Harry. Let us help you. Let us in."

"Mmm."

Grinning softly, Draco pulled Harry's shirt over his head and continued to rub out the stubborn knots. "What else are you thinking about?"

"Mm. Moon goddess."

Here, Draco's eyes darkened a little bit. "No solution still?"

"Nope," Harry sighed and moaned at the same time.

Draco tried to ignore the sound. "What are you going to do?"

"Hope with my damndest that the goddess will spare a bit of pity and let us have our way."

"You mean you're going to pray?" Draco asked incredulously, pausing in his administrations. "I didn't know you did that."

"We don't. I don't." Harry stated. "I said hope, but praying doesn't sound like a bad idea in a shitty situation like this."

"Relax," Draco ordered for the third time. "I can feel your stress gathering here." He leaned down to place a soft kiss against his neck.

Harry stiffened before smoothing out again. "Mmm, not right now."

"I want to bond," Draco suddenly blurted out, unable to stop the abrupt flow of words. "I want to bond with you, Harry."

This got the hybrid to freeze. Sitting up, Harry turned around to stare at Draco. "Bond the night before a battle where I have fifty percent of living? Hell no, Draco. We've talked about this before. I'm not going to bond with you until after."

"We talked about it once," Draco grumped. "And it was during that short two minute break you had between your training sessions with the wolves."

"It still counts," Harry snapped. His gaze softened. "It's not like I don't want to bond. I want nothing else but to be with you forever. But neither of us can see in the future. If I die, I don't want you to fall with me."

"If you die," Draco growled, "then I will gladly follow. There is no place on this world for me without you."

Harry flushed and turned away at the blunt words.

"Please, Harry," Draco pleaded. "I want you. You mean the world to be and—and to be honest, I'm bloody nervous about tomorrow. If this is our last night together—which it most certainly will not be—I want it to be special. Memorable, if you will." He winced slightly at the Hufflepuff-ish words. "This goes nowhere, by the way."

Harry knew Draco was right. He could clearly remember Hermione's words now. Humans are born selfish creatures.

Was it that bad of him to take in selfish pleasures?

Moving up, Harry hovered his lips over Draco's. "I want it too," he whispered. "But we cannot bond."

"This is hardly both of our first times," Draco grumbled. "No need to be so prudish. But I will agree to your ridiculous Gryffindor values. No exchange of blood."

Harry laughed softly and nuzzled Draco's cheek in affection. "Never change, Draco. Promise me that."

"Never," the blonde breathed before slamming his mouth against the hybrid's.

Lemon start!

Their kiss was slow and passionate as their lips danced in sensual harmonization. Draco carefully moved the two of them backwards toward the majestic bed of his private room. When they reluctantly parted for necessary air, Harry bumped his nose against Draco's with a small whine, his breath coming out in heavy, needy pants.

"Werewolf kisses are so innocent," he rasped, voice heavy with desire. "This is a vampire's kiss."

Bringing his lips crashing down upon Harry's, Draco brought his hands up to cup the other wizard's handsome face as he let his incisors lengthen and gently pierce the plump lip caught between his teeth. Groaning loudly at the rush of delicious blood, Draco moved closer to Harry to allow their clad erections to brush.

Harry gasped at the delightful sensation in shock, his eyes flying wide open and sinful shivers of pleasure coursing down his spine. His hands traced frantic, desperate patterns over the back of Draco's robe for release as his moans grew louder and more impossible to ignore.

Licking the cut close before too much blood could be lost, Draco pulled back and licked his lips. His darkened eyes swept over the panting figure of his future mate and he fervently attempted to devour and imprint the picture in his mind.

"You are amazing," he murmured, kissing down Harry's pale lean neck. "Absolutely magnificent. What have I done to deserve such a divine creature like you?"

Harry's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water several times before he was able to formulate a response. "I… I w-wouldn't…know…ah, Merlin, that feels so good."

"Of course it does," Draco purred against Harry's bare chest after removing his shirt without the hybrid noticing, being too absorbed in the incredible sensations the blonde wizard was creating. "And that's not even the beginning."

After that, all Harry could remember was the pleasure. He could vaguely recall a small amount of pain, but there was also a great deal of heat, and love, and satisfaction that was much too long-overdue.

Clutching onto Draco's bare shoulder, Harry brought his lips to the blonde's ear.

"Don't let go of me," he breathed, eyes dilated and dark in erotic pleasure. "Stay with me."

"Always," Draco promised ardently, rocking back in forth. "Look at me," he growled when Harry's eyes closed as the pleasure began to mount. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you when you come."

Harry allowed his eyes to snap open. He stared deep into the darkened grey eyes of his lover and felt himself rising to his peak. It felt as though he would shatter with another touch, yet he struggled to find that elusive release.

"I love you," he whispered before his eyes closed in ecstasy and blurred with limitless, intense pleasure that no mere words could describe the power and passion of. He felt himself lose consciousness to sated exhaustion as large, warm hands descended to stroke his sweaty face.

Lemon end!

It was midnight when Harry woke again. He was nestled against Draco, who held him around his waist in a tight, possessive grip.

Closing his eyes, Harry turned toward the open window and said in a silent prayer;

Dear Goddess, you have done so much for me. My life, body, and soul belongs to you. Yet, I have something to beg of you. From a servant to his loving mistress, I plead, on hands and knees, to give those who fight beside me a clear mind on the full moon, so we may protect our kind and our allies. I will, and already have, offered my living spirit. This evening, we will finally meet, my lady.

Harry leaned further into Draco's embrace, and sunk into oblivion once again.

A/N: Please tell me, for those who read through the lemon, that it was not that smutty/heavy. I tried to keep to what the guide said so please tell me if you think the rating should be changed!

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