Warning: I don't know if you guys guessed it but…SMUT ALERT!

A paper bag

They rushed out of the room, huffing and puffing as they made their way through the corridor. Hermione could still hear Ron's worried voice in the distance. She was grateful that most of the teachers had figured out what was wrong and had interfered immediately. Letting all of them escape while trying to keep the rest of the students in control and stop them from following.

As they made their way to the intersection of the Slytherin dungeons and the Gryffindor tower, they halted. Putting their hands on their knees and ducking their sweaty foreheads, as if they'd been running for ages.

Draco looked at Hermione, seeing her slowly slipping out of control, much like himself. He knew they could make it though, and gave Hermione a firm nod as to say; "Don't worry, we'll get through this." Before turning towards one side.

He was stopped however by Hermione, who gripped his arm.

"I'm…sorry…Draco," She huffed, gripping her one knee so hard it was like she was in agony.

"It isn't… your…fault," Draco managed to huff out. He didn't want her to feel bad for something that was doomed to happen one of these days.

"No, but… I could have… helped… you prepare for it," She said, her breath still labored. "Before the…the… Quidditch game… I noticed the symptoms… and that we both had them… I wanted to tell you… but… I didn't want… to make you… feel uneasy… for the game… and I forgot… to tell you… after… so I wanted to… tell you this morning." She laughed a little, feeling guilty. "I'm not… having a lucky… week."

Draco stared at her for a moment before shrugging, or try to shrug anyways.

"Don't worry… about it… but can you let me go now please?" He asked, feeling his eyes slowly glazing over.

Hermione seemed to brighten up a bit, which was really unfair, as Draco was feeling as if every fiber in his body was on high alert.

"Right. But before you go," She said, smiling and giving herself a pad on the back for her good thinking. She grabbed a little paper bag out of her own bigger bag and handed it over to Draco before turning around and running towards the Gryffindor tower as she yelled: "You can thank me later for that!"

Draco stared at the little paper bag before realizing he needed to get out of there.

He ran down the corridor towards the Slytherin dungeons, huffing out the password as he made his way in and seeing some other werewolves of his house run around for their last arrangments. He quickly moved to the 'special heat rooms' that had been assigned to each of them at the beginning of the year.

There already were some heat rooms for the creatures that were held back a year, but after the one year break, there had been needed to be installed a lot more, so most of them were still fresh and new. Which was good, because it didn't matter for a werewolf's nose how hard you'd cleaned, how long it had been, the traces of the last resident were still there.

He quickly opened his heat room and leaned against the wall as he tried to control his breath. He was safe.

He looked around, seeing that the room was as big as a normal room, maybe a little smaller. But instead of having five beds it had one, his own private four poster bed with the usual green curtains. Next to it was a little fridge which was stuffed with what Draco guessed where food and drinks so he wouldn't starve to death or dehydration. There was also a closet with a bunch of clean clothes, bedsheets, pillows and soft blankets. The room had a small window that couldn't open too far but was still able to bring some fresh air in the room as well as some light.

Draco quickly shed off his robes and walked towards the fridge first, his hair ruffled, his white shirt and black pants feeling suffocating as he pulled out a bottle of water and moved towards the bed.

He noticed he also had a nightstand next to his bed with a drawer. He sat down on his bed and eyed the drawer suspiciously before opening it. He blushed as he closed it, nervously twisting with the hem of his shirt.

'How could this have happened?!' Draco thought. He couldn't believe he fell into heat in front of the whole school, not to mention in front of Harry! He'd never been more embarrassed in his whole life.

"Why does this have to happen to me?" Draco cried.

"Happy birthday my little dragon!" His mother had yelled as she stormed into his room. Her face had been transformed into a smile that she didn't wear often, especially after his father had been sent to Azkaban.

"M-o-m," Draco had groaned as he tried to let his eyes get used to the sudden bright light.

"Hush. I deserve to be in a good mood, it isn't every day that my baby boy turns 18!" She had said as she made her way to sit by him on his bed. "Holly has put together your favorite breakfast for this special occasion. I can't believe you've finally reached your maturity!"

"Really?" Draco had asked surprised. Not once did he got a 'normal breakfast' aka his favorite, only on Christmas! Had Holly told his mother?

"Really," She had confirmed, giving him a small smile as she reached to stroke his cheek. "Now put on your robe so you can open up your presents!"

She had turned around and walked back to the door but had halted a moment before she disappeared through the door. "Draco, dear, I would like to have a talk with you tonight, if that's alright."

"Of course!" He had said, too excited to catch his mother's nervous tone.

As time past, the sky became dark and his mother had asked for his presence.

"Mother you wanted to talk to me," Draco had said as he walked into the study.

"Ah, Draco! Please take a seat," She had said, pointing to the seat in front of her. When he sat down, she began. "Draco, now that you've reached maturity there are some matters we need to discuss."

Draco had frowned at his mother, finally noticing the stiff posture and nervous tone she spoke to him.

"And…" Draco had said as the silence stretched.

"God I wish your father was here," She had mumbled before regaining her control and looking at Draco with strict eyes. "You know that when a werewolf reaches maturity, it inherits all its strength and abilities. That it will be easier to be in control of your wolf and of its senses. Smells will be a little stronger than they use to be as well as your hearing, taste, and eyesight. You are aware of this?"

Draco looked at his mother with confusion. Of course, he knew this! All pure-blooded werewolves knew this! It had been strange and exciting as he tasted Holly's cooking as well as smelled it. Amazing how it was so much easier to navigate through the mention in the night. But he knew all of this would happen, his parents had prepared him for it as well as his school. So what was his mother so nervous about?

"Of course, but I don't understand why you would want to talk to me about that," He had said.

"Draco, there are some things that come with your inheritance that you don't know about," She had said staring at Draco with a piercing look. "Mostly because you were too young to have to bother about it and because you were simply too young. It's the responsibility of the guardians to tell these things, that's also why the school hasn't told you or the other werewolves in the school about it. But you don't have to worry, the school has sent us letters the same year that Voldemort was defeated that they would take care of it."

"Mom, is something wrong?" Draco had asked confused and panicked. What was his mother so worried about? What didn't he need to bother with?

His mother had frowned at him.

"There's nothing wrong! This is nothing to be afraid of," She had said, even when Draco stared at her questionably. "It's just that it could be a little, bothering for you and might also come as a shock to you. See Draco, among having fully hold of your powers also means… you'll go into heat."

…

"What…" He had said. His mother was right he was shocked.

"It's fully natural, don't worry. You see, werewolves are pack creatures and as a pack creature they need offsprings and to maximize that chance we will go into heat. It happens three times a year so you need to think of approximately every four months. After you've reached your maturity you will skip one of them, as to not strain your body. When you are in heat you will experience immense pleasure as well as the need to have intercourse with someone, you will probably not be able to think straight most of the time so there will be provisions. You will form a knot at the base of your penis when you're close to ejaculating." She stopped for a second, squeezing her eyes shut and opening before she continued. "Now Draco, I need to warn you that in this state impregnating someone will be a very high chance, so you need to be aware of that if you're planning on having intercourse with someone."

Draco's face had become red a long time ago, but this was even more embarrassing then his father talking about clitorises and how to please his woman or man (even when he didn't talk about the latter that much, Draco did need to say his father had tried).

"Moving on," His mother had said as she took the opportunity of Draco's silence. "When you form a knot you and you ejaculate you need to keep in mind that you will be in this state for at least half an hour. Your heat will go on for at least a week and it's known that, since werewolves are pack creatures, that their heats will fall on the same time. You see, woman will also be extremely fertile in this state. Of course, it's your own choice who you lie with but do keep these things in mind."

"B-but I don't even have a mate yet!" Draco had said desperately.

"That won't make a difference," His mother had said. "And Draco please don't be afraid, this is supposed to be a pleasurable experience and when you find your mate… well, let's just say it will be mindblowing."

Draco cringed as he remembered his mothers face then, overtaken by memories that Draco really, really didn't want to know about.

"You can do this Draco, it's only a week. It's supposed to be pleasurable, it's supposed to be pleasurable," Draco kept telling himself but couldn't help the panic that took over. This was all so new to him, the prickling sensation on his skin, the immense sweat, the heat of his body, the need…

Draco whimpered as he felt his cock straining against his pants, wanting to release it, touch it, wanting to rip his shirt and shoes off. He ground his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shot.

"Don't be a coward, Draco. Just calm down, take a deep breath," Draco said to himself. "And just let it happen."

When he felt calm enough, he started slowly taking his clothes off, whimpering as he felt it moving against his body. When it was finally done he found himself able to breathe normally again and laid down on the bed as he stared up at the ceiling.

He relaxed a bit, finding his panic slowly slipping away and it being replaced by curiosity and a bit of arousal. He stared at the drawer again and bit his lip.

He looked back at his half hard cock.

"Fuck it."

He moved on his stomach and pulled the drawer, biting his lip again as he saw; a pair of condoms, three different sizes dildos, two flashlights, four different sizes buttplugs and lube.

He grabbed the lube out of it and closed it again.

He was only going to take care of this, he wasn't going to embarrass himself as he tried to do anything else. Is what he told himself.

He opened the tube and ignored the erotic name tag as he put some of the lube on his hand. After doing that, he nervously looked at his lower region. He slowly moved his hands down, gripping his cock and hissing at the coolness of the lube that they were coated in.

He closed his eyes as he started moving from base to the top. Having the intention of making this go as fast as possible. Why did werewolves even had heats?! Sure, packs needed offspring as his mother had explained, BUT STILL! Heats were something for sexual creatures, so why did he have to do it?!

A flash of raven hair crossed his mind after that thought.

A pitiful whine escaped him, making his eyes shoot open.

He couldn't think of Harry. Wouldn't think of Harry. It was hard enough looking him in the eye after a night of pleasuring himself, but after a week of it? He wasn't sure if he ever could look at his new friend again. Besides having to endure knowing that the vampire wouldn't ever want to be with him that way hurt. Knowing he would never get to spend a heat with him…

A tear traveled down his cheek, halting his movements as he whipped it away immediately. He wasn't going to let himself cry, not this time. Things had changed, Harry had become his friend. Someone who enjoyed spending time with him, smiled with him, laughed with him…

Draco giggled as he remembered them silently making fun of Slughorn, seeing that the man had forgotten to brush his hair and it stuck up in two different directions, making it look like he had two horns. Slughorn had only noticed when dinner came and Dumbledore made a comment about it, making them both look at each other as they broke into another fit of laughter.

But his mind was made up. He wasn't going to touch himself thinking about his gorgeous friend. Nope, absolutely not.

…

God, when did he became such a dreadful liar? He couldn't even fool himself! How was he going to stop doing that after years of it? And in heat for that matter? And who in their right minds wouldn't want him? He was absolutely gorgeous!

Now don't think he was superficial, Harry was gorgeous on the outside for sure, but the inside was much like a piece of art. He was kind and decent, caring and considerate, always curious, honest, funny, brave, smart, loyal, humble and above all else so BLOODY OBLIVIOUS!

Seriously how does that stupid oaf not realize he's being flirted at by everyone that crosses his path?! It's ridiculous! Yes, it's funny to see that confused face as someone asks him if they could send him owls, maybe even adorable, but it annoyed Draco to wit's end.

How dare they try to touch him, stand close to him, talk to him!

Besides, it wasn't like they liked Harry for who he was or what he stood for. They only cared about the boy who lived, the golden boy, the chose none, the new hot boy in Gryffindor. Sure he'd fans flirting with him even before his, ehem, change. But it was getting ridiculous! They never acted that way, not so bloody obvious at least! They treated him like he was an entirely different person.

A possessive growl escaped Draco, making him aware of the situation he was in. And now that he came out of his personal thought bubble, he noticed his cock trying to desperately find release.

He sighed exasperatedly, but moved his hand back anyway. He gripped his shaft and moved his hand up and down again, spreading the lube but also making him take small desperate breaths.

The thing that was on his mind constantly was: "Don't think about him, don't think about him, don't think about him."

Like some sort of mantra. How hard could it be to not think about Harry for one jerk off session? He just needed to stop thinking about the boy's sleek hair. About his sun-kissed skin. His brilliant smile. His glossy lips. His green orbs that pierced right through Draco, his scent that could make Draco's mind cloud in so many good ways, his firm jaw that looked as sharp as a knife, his muscled stomach which Draco often found himself entranced at, his strong arms that could easily push Draco against whatever surface as his big hands moved all over his body while Draco gripped that messy raven colored hair in a death grip as his hands travelled lower and lower…

"Ooow~" Draco moaned out loud, not able to keep his excitement to himself anymore. He started stroking faster as precome traveled down his fingers, his other hand started pulling on his balls as needy whimpers broke out of Draco's throat.

God his hands were big, amazingly so. And strong, mmm, Draco still dreamed of Harry pushing him against the bathroom wall as he pierced his teeth through Draco's skin. He himself, not being able to push him away even if he'd really wanted to. He could still hear the words clearly coming out of the vampire's mouth.

"Mine!"

"Yours!" Draco cried desperately, the hand that was gripping his balls making its way up to his nipples as he rubbed against them.

"Mine!"

"Ah, ahm, ooh, y-yours!" Draco cried out again. Looking down he noticed his balls red of the previous manhandling, his cock leaking furiously as he felt himself getting closer. His nipples were perked up sending almost impossible pleasure signals everywhere on his body.

He could still hear their ragged breathing, still feel Harry's slightly lesser masculine body pressing against him.

Oh, how he missed that adorable face that was still covered in slight baby fat, the dorky but still handsome looking glasses, the small hight that never stopped to impress him as it was effortlessly keeping Draco in place.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!"

He was so close. He heard the bed creaking as he moved his body to meet his hand in an effort to find release. He traveled the hand that was previously on his chest to where his neck met his shoulder, where Harry had previously bitten him.

"Please! Please! Please!"

He gripped the place desperately, feeling his claws coming out and scratching it a bit.

"Ahm! Nm ha ah!"

He needed it! Needed it! Wanted it! Begged for it!

"Ooooh!" Draco's fangs broke out and he could feel his eyes turn yellow as a piercing keen tore through his throat. He felt himself go limp and saw that one hand was coated with his cum, still being coated with his cum as he finally noticed that somewhere, halfway, he'd popped a knot.

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt his eyes dropping a bit. When he tried to lie on his thigh though, he felt pain on his neck. He brought the hand that had been lying there in front of him, seeing that his claws were red with blood. He frowned as he moved his hand back and felt two punctures left in his skin.

Draco blushed, not able to handle the embarrassment that overtook him.

'That had never happened before?! Why did that happen?! Why did I do that?! I shouldn't want to do that, dammit!' Draco thought as more confusion came to his mind. 'Why are my claws still out?! And my fangs?! I bet my eyes are still yellow too!' He checked in the mirror that was next to the closet and saw they were indeed still yellow.

He sighed and decided to give it a rest. He was tired and only could think of sleep right now. He moved inside the blankets and closed the curtains of his bed, even though it was dark outside he didn't want to risk being awakened by the sunrise to find himself wanting and needing again. No, he wanted to delay that for as long as possible.

He closed his eyes, his head aching while he shivered as another wave of cum flooded out of his cock.

Draco woke up to the grumbling of his stomach. He groaned as he opened his eyes, blinking furiously, as he saw the light fading through the curtains.

"Five more minutes," He groaned, letting his head fall back on the pillow and closing his eyes. The answer was another growl, making Draco huff out a curse as he sat up and opened the curtains.

For a moment he was confused about where, exactly, he was. Before a ton of humiliating memories burst in his mind. He looked down to see himself completely naked and couldn't help but blush, when he looked at the mattress he saw a large dark spot where his knot had spurted his cum. He was still hot and needy, but it was dimmed a bit in comparison to yesterday. Shivering a bit he covered his naked body and walked over to the closet to pick up some sweatpants and a very soft looking shirt.

When he put them on he sighed and walked over to the fridge. He opened it, he hadn't noticed it yesterday when he was in his clouded mind, but the only things that were in it were a couple of bottles of water and some energy bars, which Draco looked at with disgust. But took one anyway, not expecting anyone knocking on his door yelling: "Room service!" anytime soon.

He walked back to his mattress and took a bite out of the energy bar while scowling. He looked around his room again, slowly growing more bored as time past by and his bar was finished. He looked where he had dumped his clothes and robe the previous day and frowned as he saw Hermione's paper bag in the mess.

He stood up, a look of suspicion on his face as he moved towards it.

"It isn't really heavy," Draco said as he picked it up. He frowned as he looked at it, seeing the logo of 'Tomes and Scrolls' printed on it. Why would he thank her for a book? He had a whole library of them back in Malfoy Manor. So what was so special about it?

He again walked back to the bed, holding it in front of him as he contemplated if he should open it.

"It's not a book," Draco said out loud since no book Hermione read could be this light. "So what is it?"

He laid the bag sideways, putting one hand in the bag. He frowned again as he felt something soft and made of fabric inside it. He shrugged and carefully pulled it out. Not even a second after Draco felt his cock harden, his body warming up and a needy whine coming out of his throat. In a blink of an eye, he was smelling the fabric as moans of want escaped him.

He quickly shed all of his clothes, looking with eyes full of wonder at the gift.

She had given him a shirt, but not just any shirt. It was the redshirt Harry had worn when he'd stormed in the Great Hall. The one that was obviously tight fitting but also looked very sexy on him. He'd seen some glimpses of it the past few weeks but hadn't seen him wearing it often, which was a shame by itself.

He closed his eyes as he sniffed the shirt, almost like he was possessed.

It had still his intoxicating scent attached to it! Making Draco shiver, not from the cold this time. He clung to the shirt like he was holding for dear life, moving his hands to his cock as he Harry's scent clouded his brain and filled the room.

It was like he was in the same room as him, and that only made him hornier.

"Mmn," Draco moaned as he rubbed his tip, pre-come gathering at his slit. His breathing became only more ragged and heavy thanks to the shirt that was laying on both airways. But the scent was just too good! He'd never felt this good while touching himself!

He moved his other hand to his ass cheeks, touching his little hole with a finger, shivering as he felt the dry finger. He moved the hand to his drawer and opened it, not caring the way it stumbled all the sex-toys before he'd found the lube. As quickly as he could with one hand, he coated it on his fingers, after putting it back in the drawer he moved his fingers back to his hole. He circled it, while he was playing with his slit, imagining Harry teasing him. Making him beg for it.

"Ple-Ah-ase!" Draco begged, pushing one finger inside. Slow but steady he pushed the finger in, moving it around and making himself quiver and moan.

It felt so real with the shirt, the scent, Draco felt like he was going mad.

He moved a second finger in, scissoring them while they were in his ass. The hand on his cock was moving at a torturous pace, but he wanted it to last so bad!

He bit his bottom lip as small moans bore down his throat. As he had fallen asleep his fangs and claws had withdrawn themselves again, but Draco could feel them growing again, as well as a bulge forming in his lower shaft.

He moved a third finger in, making him gasp at the sudden stretch. He'd never put in more than two fingers, he didn't even finger himself that often. But the heat was making him bolder and having his mind clouded by Harry's scent wasn't helping either.

He moved the finger deeper inside of him, feeling the muscles constrict around them as he searched for that place. He'd stopped moving on his cock and was instead digging his claws deep inside the bedsheets. He felt his cock straining, his knot almost at the top but he wouldn't let himself cum.

"Ohohohoh!" Draco moaned as he put in a fourth one, making the stretch a little bit painful but still so pleasurable at the same time. He imagined it like this. Harry's cock buried deep inside him, moving hard and fast inside him. Would Harry be this big? Would he be smaller? Bigger?

Draco didn't care about it that much, as long as it was Harry's and inside him. His forest green eyes watching his every move as he whispered devotions of love in his ear. As he liked Draco's healed neck.

Draco moved the fingers more desperately with the little space they had.

"Harry, close. 'M so close," Draco slurred as he bared his neck, he felt a tingle at the base of his spine alerting him that the ending was near.

"Please, please Harry, I love you!" Draco moaned out as he felt his cock finally giving in.

Five days had passed. Five days filled with Draco's most embarrassing moments. But also some of the most pleasurable ones.

Draco was laying on his thigh, knot finally deflating after another jerk off session. His eyes half-lidded as he felt contentment bubbling up inside him. Harry's shirt confining his spent cock, never leaving Draco's side.

He felt himself slowly getting lulled into sleep before a knock on the door made his eyes shoot open.

"Draco, are you okay?"

What was he doing here?! He wasn't supposed to be here! How did he even get into the Slytherin dungeons?!

One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to show himself in this pathetic state to Harry bloody Potter!

I'm back! Hurray!

I'm sorry for the late update but I hope you liked it!

Alright, so I want to prepare you guys because next chapter is going to be a Ron/Hermione p.o.v. I know not many of you guys ship them in this fic but I'm still gonna do it. Though in my vacation I found a perfect solution: my plan was that I was going to write most of this chapter the second week and then I would post it this week and then next week I would post not one but two chapters. It was perfect.
Then it all went to shit. Well not all of it, I just had a lot of problem trying to concentrate this week. Don't know why, but that happens sometimes. But I didn't want to make this chapter as horrible as the dreaded chapter 20 so I spent the whole week on it, so I'm not sure if I'm able to make both updates. But I'll try! Maybe I'll just merge them into one.

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