Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Enjoy!
Draco inclined his head to another masked individual as he made his way through the ballroom. Yet another person that had only added a mask to an elegant outfit. Had no one put in any-
His attention locked onto an individual who had chosen an unusual costume. He weaved his way through the revellers, catching a glimpse of orange, as he made his way over to them. They were in an orange suit with black stripes, complete with rounded orange ears, and a matching striped tail. His eyes alit onto the end of the tail, and found his lips curving upward; it was black-tipped, how charming.
He made his way to their front, and spotted unique green eyes peering out of an orange, small-snouted face. He should have known. He took in the cream underbelly before he cast a silencing charm around them. "Potter, what are you?" he asked curiously.
"Tigger," he stated. Draco arched an eyebrow. "'The wonderful thing about tiggers/ Is tiggers are wonderful things!/ Their tops are made out of rubber/ Their bottoms are made out of springs!/ They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy/ Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!/ But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is/ I'm the only one/ I'm the only one!'" He sang softly.
"Must be lonely," Draco murmured softly.
"He might be the only Tigger, but he's not alone," Harry insisted. "He lives in the Hundred Acre wood with Winne the pooh – a bear – Piglet, Rabbit, Eeyore – a donkey – Owl, Kanga and her son Roo, with occasional visits from Gopher and of course, Christopher Robin," he replied. He regarded him for a moment. "It's from a muggle children's book," he explained. "Which was turned into several animated films," he added. His eyes flicked over Draco's elegant attire, lengthened hair, and the feathers bordering the silver mask over the bridge of his nose. "So you're a Veela?"
"Yes," he replied, lips curving upward.
"Go easy on the allure, wouldn't want you to get in trouble."
Draco found his lips curving again. "Come with me," he urged, dropping the silencing charm and taking hold of the brunet's orange paw, tugging the willing brunet from the ballroom.
"Any particular reason why?" Harry asked, amused, as Draco tugged him into a recessed area and cast a silencing charm again.
"Because we aren't supposed to remove our masks in the ballroom, and I can't give your comment the proper response with it on," he replied honestly. Harry lifted the mask over his head, expression amused. He blinked when Draco cupped his cheek. "I'm not using any allure," he stated, and smiled when the brunet's eyes widened, "so any attraction you're feeling is entirely your own." He dipped his head, and pressed his lips to the brunet's in a light kiss he instantly responded to.
When they parted, they were both breathing hard. "Take me home," Draco breathed, then stilled.
Harry smiled brightly, and leant up, kissing him, short and full of promise. "Love to," he responded, his orange paws against Draco's silk-covered chest to keep his balance. "You sure?"
He settled his hands possessively upon the brunet's waist. "I have never been more certain of anything in my life," he stated honestly. In a blink, he found himself laid upon a bed, with Harry straddling his waist. "You don't waste time," he murmured.
Harry grinned at him, and shed his costume with a flick of his wrist. "We've wasted enough of it, don't you think?"
Draco licked his lips as he took in every inch of the brunet. "Definitely," he murmured, voice husky.
"Want me to…?" he asked, head tilting curiously, as his eyes flicked pointedly to his clothes.
"Go ahead," he replied, shivering at the feel of Harry's magic against his skin. He got the feeling he would get addicted to the pleasant tingle of it – and it's not as if the brunet would run the risk of tapping out by indulging him. He stroked his hands up Harry's side, lips curving as it made the brunet shiver.
"Draco," he breathed, leaning down until their lips were only inches apart, "don't stop." He closed that final distance for a heated kiss. Draco tugged his lion against him, both of them moaning at the feel of so much skin pressed against each other. He rolled them over, and slid a leg between Harry's, shifting his thigh so that it pressed against the lion's interest, and began to caress, gently sending his pleasure higher.
Harry pulled back, panting hard. "Draco," he moaned. "I'm-" he gasped.
"Cum for me," he commanded, silver eyes heated as he watched his lion spill over the edge.
Harry blushed as he blinked back to awareness, and Draco stroked his cheek gently. "You're pretty when you cum," he purred, smiling brightly as Harry's blush deepened. "And I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
"I don't have any plans for tomorrow," Harry murmured as he reached up and wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck. "What about you?" Draco let out a wicked chuckle and leant down to claim his lion's mouth, mind filling with plans of just how he would spend the night claiming his body.