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Chapter Six—Then

"Harry, you all right, mate?"

"Uh, yeah," Harry said, and dropped into place at the Gryffindor table. He reached up and touched his lips.

"They aren't that swollen," Ron said, leaning forwards. "It's more the look in your eyes. Like you just met something in the Forbidden Forest that ran you over and knocked you down and sat on your chest."

"That's very descriptive, Ron," Hermione said.

"Thanks, Hermione!"

"Now if only you could include that precision of examples and description in your essays."

Harry closed his eyes as Ron and Hermione started arguing again, and shivered. The throb of wonder that was moving through his body located itself underneath his waist, and he picked up his cup of pumpkin juice and took a large sip. The last thing he wanted to do was make a fool of himself at breakfast.

Someone came through the door of the Great Hall, and Harry opened his eyes. Theo winked at him, a long wink with a slow inclination of his head and a smile that lit Harry's face on fire, before Theo walked to sit at his own seat. His feet were scraping on the floor again, in the way that said he had hooves at the moment.

Harry stared at him, and heat consumed him again as he remembered.

Theo pressed him up against the wall of the dungeons and kissed him hard enough that Harry found it difficult to breathe and his lips were bleeding. Theo drew back, licked at the blood, and said softly, "I think we should find a place where you can go ahead and be overwhelmed."

"What do you—" Harry swallowed, and that was difficult, too. His heartbeat was filling his mind and chest with racing desire. "What do you mean?"

"Being with a satyr the first time is overwhelming. That's what everyone has said when talking about it." Theo leaned in to brush his lips over Harry's earlobe, and Harry shuddered as wild warmth spiraled down and earthed itself in his groin. "And you're a virgin and someone I really desire, so."

Harry licked his lips, hardly able to react to the reassurance that Theo did want him. That had been something Harry was a little worried about. "If you want to," he whispered. "Sure."

Theo smiled and drew him along the dungeon corridors with a steady hand, stopping now and then to kiss him. The kissing was nice, Harry thought, but he responded even better to the claws that Theo kept raking over his scalp and along his neck.

It didn't matter if he had scratches after this. The important thing was that by the time Theo arrived at the hidden room he'd apparently been searching for all along, Harry was burning. He pushed Theo onto the bed in the corner of the room and straddled him desperately, rolling his hips. Theo was incredibly hard against him.

Harry thought of that hardness going inside him, and arched his hips again, involuntarily.

"It's okay," Theo whispered to him. "Let me undress you and see what we have to work with."

Harry bit his lip and the burning retreated a little when he heard that. He didn't know what Theo would think of the size of his cock. It was—it was okay, Harry supposed. Until now, it wasn't like he'd spent a lot of time comparing it with other blokes'.

Theo lowered his head, and maybe part of the professional satyr business was sensing things like this. "Hey," he said softly. "I promise that I will be pleased by whatever you have, because it's you."

Harry nodded hesitantly and rolled to the side of the bed. He reached for his robes, wondering if they would come unbuttoned easily with how much his hand was shaking.

"Let me," Theo whispered, his claws scraping Harry's knuckles a little as his hand landed over Harry's. "Please."

Harry swallowed, wondering why he found the suggestion hot enough to scald, and nodded. He lay back.

Theo undressed him without looking down, staring intently into Harry's eyes all the while. Harry could feel the blood rushing into his face, and he squirmed and muttered to himself and tried not to show how much it was affecting him, which perfectly sure that he was showing how much it did affect him with every moment.

Harry was wearing trousers under his robes, but no shirt, and Theo gave a low grunt when Harry's bare chest came into view. He scraped his claws down it, too, and Harry leaned back with his arms behind his head and his hips rolling as he moaned.

"Yes," Theo said thickly, to nothing in particular, and shoved Harry's robes out of the way, ducking down to take off his socks. Harry wondered for a second why Theo wasn't taking off his trousers, and then thought Theo might be enjoying drawing this moment out as much as Harry was enjoying being—drawn on.

But then Harry's socks were off, and Theo seemed to have gathered his nerve or lost his desire to wait. His fingers gripped the edges of Harry's trousers and all but yanked them down. Harry caught his breath as they scraped over his cock, and thrust up again.

Theo made a wild noise in his throat. Harry glanced over at him and found Theo's eyes fixed on his groin.

So Harry had to look down, too.

It was just his cock straining against his pants, the way Harry had seen it any number of times when he was getting ready to go to the shower or the loo. But Theo was staring at the press of flesh against cloth as if he had never seen anything like this before and couldn't get enough of it. His hand twitched.

"Touch it," Harry whispered.

Theo's eyes flashed up to find his. "You're sure? I have claws in this form, and I can't—I don't think I can get them to—go away."

"So?"

"They'll scrape you."

"I want it. I want that."

Theo shuddered as though Harry had breathed the words right into his ear, and then reached out. His claws shredded the pants as though he had cast a Transfiguration to change them into a bunch of little cloth and cotton bits. Harry shuddered and thrust up again as his cock emerged into the open air.

Theo made an inarticulate sound, and a second later, so did Harry. The claws were scraping him, and something in him stretched and rolled luxuriantly, like a great cat waking up.

Theo handled Harry gently despite his claws, turning his erection back and forth, staring at the swollen head. Harry liked that, but he was stretching and rolling his hips a second later, like the sensation inside him, wanting more than that, wanting a firmer touch, wanting those claws to scrape down his hips and practically draw blood—

"Fuck me," he managed to gasp, before his thoughts could dissolve into a whirling mess of chaos.

"You sure?"

"You kept going on about how good you could make it for me," Harry said, and met Theo's eyes, which were bright and wide and lustful. He could see the gold in them gleaming like a struck gong. Memories of words long ago came back to him, and Harry smiled. "Are you a satyr or not?"

Theo swooped down to kiss him, his teeth sharper and longer than they should have been. Harry lifted his tongue and deliberately scraped it, himself, down the side of Theo's fangs. Theo made a low noise and took himself in hand.

Harry looked. Theo had a very impressive cock, and he had somehow taken all his clothes off without Harry noticing. Harry was no longer nervous at the thought of something that thick going into him. He wanted it. He wriggled himself over on his stomach and arched his arse at Theo, and Theo made a harsher noise still. His claws scraped down Harry's back.

"As much fun as drawing my blood is," Harry gasped, his cock bobbing in front of him, "I don't think it'll make that good a lube. Do you know something that can conjure—I don't know, oil or something?" He had learned a simple charm himself that filled his hand with a palmful of oil for wanking, but it would take that spell forever to conjure enough for Theo to fuck him.

"I know," Theo said, and a silent burst of thunder seemed to tear through the room.

Harry started and nearly jumped, but Theo was on top of him then, holding him down, claws slicing down Harry's back and leaving marks that he arched into despite his surprise. Theo reached out and slid his hands across Harry's arse, leaving sticky handprints behind.

"Yeah," Harry said, and shifted onto his knees, offering his arse to Theo again. "Please."

Theo chuckled and spent a few minutes stretching Harry open with his fingers. Harry didn't know what he'd done to make his claws harmless for that, but maybe it was another satyr thing, the way Harry thought the spell to conjure the lube had been.

"Turn over."

"What? Why?" Harry did it, but he could feel the lube flowing out of his hole, and he frowned at Theo. "Wouldn't it make it easier for you to take me if I was in that position?"

Theo's eyes flashed, and Harry knew it wasn't his imagination that it had happened because Harry had said the word "take." "Ordinarily," he said. "But I want to see your face, and I don't think that you'll have any trouble coming." He was straddling a chair Harry hadn't even noticed in the corner. It might have been there, or Theo might have conjured it. "Sit on my lap, Harry."

Harry flushed, but he could feel the burning in his belly and cock roaring to life. Even the trickle of the lube down his thighs felt like something erotic and delicious as he stood up and walked towards Theo.

Theo made a gasping noise, but didn't move.

Harry slid into place, straddling Theo's thighs and then lifting himself up. Seeing the absolute hunger with which Theo stared at him, Harry thought he might know one reason Theo had done this. He wanted Harry to do some of the work, to prove that he wanted Theo as much as Theo wanted him.

No problem there, Harry thought, as he winked at Theo and sank down.

There were no words for this, for the sudden abatement of the burning in his belly, only for it to be replaced a second later with something stronger. Harry wriggled his hips and breathed harshly, settling into place.

Maybe the new thing that had taken the desire's place was a craving for satyr cock. Because Harry couldn't ever imagine wanting to let Theo out of his body.

"Harry?"

Harry batted at Theo with one irritated hand, trying to get him to shut up, please. Theo seemed to get the message, because he did shut up. Harry sensed Theo staring at him in fascination, while Harry rolled his hips and adjusted himself.

Yeah. Yeah, that was it, the thick column of flesh inside him stabbing at exactly the right place, and Harry hissed as lightning tore through him and he sank down.

Theo was inside him.

Theo.

Harry opened his eyes and said, "Come on, then, fuck me."

Theo only seemed to have been waiting for that invitation. He lunged forwards and clenched claws on the sides of Harry's hips that made him bleed, and began to push up at the same moment as Harry slammed down.

Oh, Merlin, there was nothing like this. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he thought he felt his virginity ripping away from him along with his skin as Theo's claws grasped and tore at him, and that was what he wanted.

"Fuck," he whispered aloud.

"Trying."

Harry laughed, and the laugh became a gasp, and yeah, Theo could just keep doing that. Harry drove himself back again and again on the rigid cock piercing him, and Theo rose to meet him, blazing eyes locked on Harry's.

Harry's toes brushed the hair covering Theo's legs now and then. No, not hair, fur. Harry's eyes lingered on the horns on Theo's head, and his golden eyes, and he reached out and slid one hand down the nearest horn.

Theo roared and snapped his hips forwards.

And Harry discovered how much he really enjoyed being thoroughly fucked.

The pain seared into the pleasure, which seared into the pain, and they both tumbled through him until Harry felt as though he was a storm of sensations, not contained by the body he was using to feel them. He grabbed Theo's shoulders and buried his head in Theo's neck, taking the chance to suck a vein that turned a bright red. Theo lowered his head back and half-kissed, half-bit Harry. Harry felt blood running down his chin.

He was panting, loud, exhilarated sounds, and he bounced up and down as much as he could. But Theo had started thrusting so hard that there wasn't really much left for Harry to do. He held onto Theo and let himself be bounced and fucked.

The end came suddenly. Harry shuddered as the gush of warmth coated him from the inside, a sensation he could never even have imagined a year ago, and Theo reached down and touched the delicate tips of his claws to Harry's own cock.

Harry came.

The orgasm seemed to punch him in the gut, and Harry bent over, shaking with the force of it, spilling onto Theo's belly. Theo kept his hand right where it was, and another surge hit Harry, gripping and tearing him back and forth until he slumped over Theo with a low sob.

Theo stroked Harry's back and neck with his fingers again. Claws. Harry felt the skin parting, and smiled sleepily.

Theo wouldn't scar him permanently, unless it was something they both talked about and decided they wanted. Any wounds he left could heal.

And Harry didn't think wounds was the right way to describe any marks he might take away from today. He thought about limping into the Great Hall tomorrow, decorated with scratches and bites and with dried blood still lingering in the crevices of his skin, and smiled to himself.

"You're very quiet."

Theo was shifting restlessly underneath Harry, as though he thought Harry would walk away from him less than satisfied, which might be its own crime, to a satyr. Harry lifted his head and stretched as luxuriously as he could, although his arms felt like bags of wet sand. "Worn-out," he said.

Theo examined him for a long moment, eyes shining. Harry reached up and touched one of Theo's horns again.

Theo shook his head, casting off Harry's hand. "Don't do that," he said, and Harry was about to apologize, until Theo added, "Unless you think that you're ready to go again," and smiled at Harry with a considering expression.

"Maybe if you think you can get hard again," Harry said. "But I might just enjoy it without getting hard, myself."

"That sounds like a challenge," Theo said, and his hands fell to Harry's hips. Harry thrust in spite of himself, and Theo grinned.

"Mr. Potter, stop smiling like a ridiculous fool."

Harry turned and snorted at the sight of Snape standing behind him. This was the first time he had come near Harry since Harry had guessed the truth of his vampire heritage, and Harry wondered a little what he thought he was doing.

"I can smile all I want," Harry said. "And it's summer, so you can't take points." He gave Snape an insincere look of apology and floated another rock back into the wall, then performed the adapted Mason Charm that they'd all become adept at, sealing the crack and the piece of rock back into the wall. "Do you even want to teach at Hogwarts in the future? Or are you staying here because it's safe and familiar even if it's miserable, and you can't face walking out into a world that might be harder for you?"

Snape scowled at Harry, his face flushing. Then he turned and marched back down the stairs.

Harry stared after him with a slightly open mouth. He hadn't thought he was right about why Snape was staying in Hogwarts instead of leaving. But it seemed that he'd hit on it accidentally, the way he had with Snape's vampire heritage.

Harry shook his head, and went back to repairing the stone. He lost track of time, and started when a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around, assuming it was Ron or Hermione, there to scold him about missing lunch.

But it was Theo, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Harry couldn't help the way his body reacted, either the jolt of warmth that turned him half-hard or the smile that spread across his face.

"I thought I'd come and see if you wanted to join me for lunch," Theo murmured. "I've convinced the elves to serve us in a…private location."

"Not the kitchens?"

"The kitchens don't have a bed, so no."

Theo ducked his head and looked at Harry with eyes that sparkled with a hint of satyr's gold, and Harry leaned forwards and kissed him impulsively. Theo started and reached up to balance a hand on Harry's shoulder. His fingers were already growing claws, from what Harry could feel.

"I'd love to," Harry said, pulling back only long enough to breathe out, and then leaned in and gave Theo another proper snog, just to get it right.