A/N: Before I get started, I would like to note, that while FF.net does not allow us authors to post anything with the NC-17 rating, that doesn't mean we're not going to post something with an R. As far as I'm concerned, if movies can show full blown sex without it being concidered pornographic or NC-17, we authors should be able to do the same. Now, due to the way one must write scenes like that, I'll admit there will be some explicit detail. If by any chance you are offended by two people having sex, and it being explained in detail, or are under the age of 17 and it is not legal for you to view such materials, then HIT THE BACK BUTTON NOW!!! You complain about it, or flame me, then don't be surprised if it comes back. FF.net is the one who changed the posting regulations, not me, so bitch at them. All my stories, will be noted as this one was, and every chapter with sex scenes in them will be clearly marked. You don't like it, tough! Take it up with the FF.net administrators.
THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES DETAILED M/M SEX (guys going at it with other guys (specifically Harry and Draco)and some harsh language. You've gotten your warning, so either hit the back button now, or I'm not responsible for your stupidity.
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Those of you still here, please enjoy!
DEDICATION: Sparks, babe, I dunno if you read stuff like this, but this story was inspired by pretty much all of your stuff I've read and reviewed thus far. So, this is for you, and for the awesomeness that is "See My Face". (it absolutely rocks!)
Everything Changes
by T.K. Yuy
Chapter 1- The Beginning of the Change
It was a rare occurance, for him to be shocked enough to let his carefully crafted mask become transparent. And anyone around him the few times when it did happen, they were probably too stunned to speak, or breath, whichever the case may be. But unfortunately there was no-one else around when he walked out onto the Astronomy Tower's roof, and found Professor Severus Snape and Harry Potter standing nearly shoulder to shoulder, sharing a smoke.
"I believe we have company, Mr. Potter."
"Malfoy'll have to find his own cigarette then, cause this is my last one."
Wide, silver-grey eyes stared as Potter handed the Potions Master the afformentioned cigarette, and his mask crumbled. He could feel it completely disolve, unable to harden again as eyes the color of emeralds turned to look at him. He turned on his heel and left, but not before the crystaline drops that ran down his cheeks could be seen. Snape offered Potter the end of the smoke, which was waved off in a guesture that meant for him to finish it, and following his gaze, saw the two dark wet spots that were quickly disappearing on the stone. He also saw the darker spots that glimmered silver in the full moon light. It shimmered blue as a stiff breeze flew by, and took off like embers from a fire.
"What was that all about?"
"I would think that quite
obvious, Potter." it was more a scoff than an answer.
"Obviously not. Snape, I'm not stupid, I know that was blood that just flew away with the wind, but where the hell did it come from?"
"Mr. Malfoy's hand, I would think. It is a full moon, Potter, and werewolves aren't the only ones with problems during them."
"Veela?"
"Even the little bit that's in him is enough to make the
Change on a full moona bit more dificult, but that's not by any means the only
thing. Why the sudden concern for him?"
"Because you're not the only
one who wore a mask, Snape, and I believe Draco's to be far more intricately
woven. For it to fall like that…"
Harry didn't give Snape the chance to offer a witty retort, he just ran off in the direction that Malfoy had left. His Seeker-trained eyes followed the movement of midnight robes around the corner, and he darted into the room just before the portrait shut itself. Malfoy didn't even notice him as he shrugged out of his robe, stepping out of the inky blackness at his feet and collapsing to the large feather-down mattress on the floor. That didn't shock Harry in the least, but the small set of dragon-like wings did. White with an opaque green membrane, and Harry's immediate thought was how Slytherin it was, clashing with the Gryffindor red and gold satin of the bed sheets.
Without a word, he cast a silencing spell on himself, toed off his shoes, and dropped his robe to the floor next to Malfoys, clad now in just a pair of tight jeans. He padded over to the edge of the matress, just by Malfoy's feet, and kneeled down, his left hand trailing up from the small of the blonde boys back to the joint of his wings. Malfoy tried to turn, a growl of sorts reaching Harry's ears before he pressed down, his lips finding the sensitive spot in his neck while his right hand snaked under his winged Slytherin, the left holding him up slightly so he could slide down his leg. Malfoy wimpered as the questing hand under his chest found a hard nipple to pinch, and he couldn't help but again try to turn to see who had found his Moon Room.
"Were you jealous, Malfoy?" Harry whispered, letting him turn over and locking his gaze.
"Potter!"
"Hmmm."
Harry leaned down and burried his face in Malfoy's neck, biting into the sensitive skin there while his hands held his hips still. He knew exactly what would happen if he were to let Malfoy gain control of the situation, and truth be told, he was enjoying himself far too much to let that happen. He licked at the bright red mark his teeth left, and pulled back as he felt hands ghost over his sides.
"You never answered my question." he smirked, pressing his arousal into Malfoy's hip.
"What're you doing here, Potter?"
"That much should be obvious, Malfoy, but answer the
question. Were you jealous?"
"Of who, you or Snape?"
"Of Snape, you idiot! I know he's your Godfather, so why the hell would you be jealous of me?!"
"Severus is quite good looking, when he wants to be."
"Yes, I know that, but I don't think I would be caught dead with him in this position."
"And you would rather be caught here with me? That's hard to believe."
"Well believe it Malfoy, because I have no intention of leaving. Not until the Moon passes."
"You're insane! You have no idea what's going to happen to me later!"
"I know exactly what's going to happen, and I plan on
controling it. Now, do you want my help or not?"
"Your help? You
make it sound like a game, Potter!"
"Right now, it is a game. Every full moon, I'll meet you here, and we'll take care of your transformation. In between the Moons, you're at my becking call. If you don't like it, tough, because other than Dumbledore, Snape, and myself, no-one knows about your situation, but I can assure you, they will."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Wanna make a bet?"
The look on Harry's face said it all. He wasn't kidding around, and Malfoy knew it. He stopped struggling and just laid back, eyes half closed as Harry stood up and pulled off his pants.
Gods, he's fucking gorgeous! Malfoy couldn't help but look at him.
That's it Malfoy, take it all in. You can't hold back forever. What're you going to do? Harry smirked.
Shit, not now! I don't need the Change now! Please, if there's an ounce of mercy in you, don't Change!
~I don't want the Change, young one, I want him.~
Harry saw Malfoy's eyes widen slightly, before they darted up and held his gaze. He smirked as he got up on his knees, wings hanging limply at his back, eyes not once leaving his, and gripped his hips. He burried his hands in the Slytherin's hair as he took his aching member in his mouth, sucking hard. He couldn't hold the content sigh that escaped his lips, enticing Malfoy to do more. The message definitly got across, because as he watched, Malfoy took him to the root, setting up a slowly growing pace. He could feel himself start to lose control as his climax neared, and he pulled back, but Malfoy would have none of that. He wrapped his arms tightly around the Gryffindor's waist, and the little moan he made as he opened his throat threw Harry over the edge. Swallowing Harry's seed as it spurted down the back of his throat, Malfoy ran a hand down his hip and thigh, taking his own erection in his hand, and this time he knew the Change would come. Without fail, it came when he found release, and he was so close now, he could feel it.
~You don't want him to see us, do you young one?~
I don't want anyone to see us! I can't control it yet, and neither can you, so no-one is safe around me. Not even Potter.
~He seems to want this.~
He wants our body, not us, or
have your forgotten that little part of what we are?
~You're not using any of our combined powers yet, so how can we be making him want this against his own free will? Young one, you forget how easily I can take over. How easy it is for me to force the Change upon you, and then come to you. If you're to be playing his game, then he had best know about us.~
I never wanted there to an 'us'! I never wanted you to be a part of me. I never asked for this! Why can't you just leave me to the Change in peace!?
Harry knew there was something wrong as Malfoy's groan caught in his throat, his eyes clamped shut as he tried to bring himself to the edge. He felt the energy in the room change, and the fire went out, the light from the full moon the only thing left to see by as his pale wings arched up, and his eyes snapped open, glowing white as he bolted up from his knees. Before he even knew what was happening, Harry felt strong arms around his waist from behind, and Malfoy's arousal pressed into his backside, forehead on his shoulder as black and green energy crackled around an invisible field that had been put around them. He knew the moment his scar started to tingle that there was a threat near by, but trying to find darkness in darkness was like finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. When Malfoy raised his head, Harry could've sworn that his eyes added light to the dark room, and he made note of the way he always kept at least a fingertip touching him as he moved around to stand in front of him. There was something not right here, and he knew that he'd be finding out very soon what it was.
"Raziel, show yourself, coward!" Malfoy spat, now standing with his back to Harry, wings still spread, and glittering with what looked like fine lines of lightning.
"Coward?! You are the coward, young one, refusing to take your place on the Council."
"I don't refuse to take my possition, I'd be more than happy to, I'm not allowed to take my seat, if you remember correctly!"
"Yes, of course. You haven't allowed yourself to finish the Change, and thus cannot take Duran's place as the-"
"Enough!" a familiar voice shouted, as piercing green eyes flared in the shadows, "Raziel, you are a Watcher, nothing more, nothing less. You'd do well to remember that, if you'd like to remain with the young one."
"M-Master Ormand!"
Malfoy quickly picked up his robe, and shoved it into Harry's hands, his eyes (however still glowing) telling him to hurry up and put it on. He didn't waste any time doing just that, but he couldn't figure out why his scar still hurt, or why Draco had fallen to his knees almost immediately. The green eyes moved out of the shadows, and Harry found himself looking at one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen. Midback length green hair, with platinum streaks in the front, pale flawless skin, clad in red vinyl pants and an open black satin dress shirt, and Harry could feel his eyes move over his exposed chest, glancing at his crotch, then back at his eyes. Eyes that were cold and narrow, locked onto a spot in the corner of the room, farthest from the light.
"Get out of the shadows, you sniveling piece of shit." the man ordered, and a thin, yet handsome, pale blue skinned human-like creature stepped out, his black eyes terrified. "You've been messing with the Powers again, haven't you?"
"Y-yes sir, but-but for the young one, sir! He needed-"
"Mr. Malfoy needs nothing from you, other than your
protection during the Change. From now on, you will be restricted to your
shadows, only speak when spoken to, and you will not be seen unless asked to be
seen. Is that clear?"
"Bu-but Master Ormand, he is-"
"Is that clear, because if not, I know of a few females that could use a Watcher…"
"No, no! Perfectly clear! Crystal even! Don't send me to the females, please!"
The man, this 'Master Ormand', narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow at the creature, who promplty disappeared. When he turned to look at Malfoy, his eyes were softer, and Harry was watching him like a hawk. He had a feeling there was much more to this man than what he saw, and he didn't like that feeling. Not at all.
Ormand sighed and turned to the balcony that looked out over almost all of the grounds, holding a hand out. Malfoy stood and walked over to him, not once glancing back at Harry, and took it, letting himself be pulled into the green-haired man's arms, nudity forgotten. Or ignored. Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched pale fingers brush Malfoy's hair behind his ear, lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, and as the Gryffindor Seeker saw tears slide down his face, he was about to break something.
"Shhh… it's alright my little Dragon. He will be disposed of." Ormand said, stroking between the Slytherin's wings.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it."
"I know, it's hard. Raziel was not the one for you. Serves me right for sending you a homosexual Watcher."
Malfoy smiled, a real smile Harry noted, and let Ormand turn him, stretching his wings. The shudder that passed through him as the green-haired man pulled off his shirt made Harry's blood boil, and he felt his anger start to radiate off his clenched fists. The garment fell to the floor, disappearing as it touched the stone, and Ormand's hands found the blonde's hips, pulling him back into his arms as his own wings, much larger than Malfoy's, but with the same coloring, unfolded from his back, wrapping around both of them. Harry'd seen enough as hands that weren't his brought Malfoy over the edge, and he pulled the cloak off, pulling his own back on, his wand glowing as he pointed it at the fire place ("Incendio!"). In a flury of black, he grabbed his jeans, shrunk and pocketed them, and was headed for the door before Ormand turned to look at him.
Mr. Potter, please, your anger is most uncalled for.
Uncalled for? You're being here is uncalled for!
I came because I had to. It's my job to protect them, and for one so young to be attacked by his Watcher, that concerns me.
Well here's some advice: Next time you wish to show your 'concern', make sure you acknowledge the other people involved!
The last had been thrown at Ormand, and hit him full force, images and all. He stared, wide-eyed, at the Gryffindor, watching in horror as he pulled a thin band of platinum from his wand, another from his hand and dropped them to the floor. The two glowed brightly as Harry turned to the door, his robes leaving a trail of silver behind him. Malfoy turned abruptly in Ormand's arms as the door flew open, and Harry took one look back. That was all it took, and he snorted and disappeared into the dark hallway.
"Shit." Ormand cursed, looking down at the rings and running a hand through his hair. "Young one, I have to go, but I will be back. Will you be alright without your Watcher?"
"What just happened?"
"Nothing you should worry yourself about. Potter's just a bit angry with me."
"What?"
"Obviously I interupted something quite important to him."
"It-it's just a game to him."
"Apparently not the kind of game he was planning on losing, my little Dragon. Let the Change take place, and get some sleep, you'll feel more like yourself in the morning."
"Ormand, please, tell me what's going on!"
"I told you,
nothing you should worry about. I'll take care of it. I'll be back
in a few hours."
He picked up the rings and was gone, leaving Malfoy alone with his thoughts. If he wasn't so far into the Change, he would've gone after Harry, but as things looked now, the Gryffindor wanted nothing to do with him.
~!*!~
"LIONA!!" Ormand bellowed, appearing in a great red and gold hall, flames lapping at the walls as he walked down the shining floor to a set of great golden doors, "Open the doors, you great Gryffindor Prat!"
"No need to shout, Ormand, I'm not deaf. They're open." a female voice said and he stormed in to a room that reminded him (and everyone that had been there) of the Gryffindor Common Room. "What's the problem?"
"You should know damn well what the problem is! Why didn't you tell me Gryffindor's heir had completed the Change?!"
"Excuse me? Harry Potter may be a great Wizard, but he's not that great yet!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't think the wedding bands of Godric and Gwendolynn Gryffindor were supposed to be seen until the Heir completed the Change."
"The what?!"
He handed the rings to the woman that stood before him, and watched as her tail twitched back and forth angrily. Her pointed ears laid flat against her head as she growled, clawed hand clamping down on the glowing rings. He would've laughed, if it weren't so important not to piss her off.
"Where," she spat, "did you get these?"
"Potter dropped them at my feet in an angry huff before he stalked out of Draco's Moon Room. If my guess is correct, then he was going to be finishing my young one's Change."
"Ormand, your little Dragon's change won't be complete until he's shifted and been taken, you know that."
"Yeah, well, there are no set rules when it comes to the Heir, now are there? Liona, he was absolutely radiant! I mean, the anger, the rage, the pure fury I saw in his eyes was unbelievable! If I didn't have the control over myself that I do, I would've been at his feet in an instant. He's got that appeal… Even the young one knows it."
"He's hated Harry his entire life, and now he's coming to realize that there is more to the Gryffindor than just the famed 'Boy-Who-Lived'. If he ever figures out that it's not a game…"
"What do you mean a 'game'? Liona, there's no way Potter's playing around. He wouldn't have given a rats ass that I interupted if it were."
"He's making it a game for Draco, so their intricate façade of being enemies won't be disolved as quickly as the innocent little Gryffindor mask that he wore last year. But you're right, it isn't a game. Not by a long shot. Go back to your Dragon, I'll go see Albus."
"Is that safe? I mean for the two of us to be at Hogwarts at the same time?"
"Dumbledore is smart, but he's not by any means that smart. He wouldn't be able to sense us both. Fawkes on the other hand…"
"Should I send Naria or Eria to tell them what's happened?"
"Send them both. They can inform the Headmaster of what's changed, and I'm sure Severus will be happy to see you again…"
"Oh, you are too kind, Lady, too kind. Should I find you before I go to him?"
"No, that's not necessary. If I need you, I'll find you. Now go, I'm sure Draco's uncomfortable now that he's let the Change come."
~TBC~
Well, there you have it. The first chapter of my newest creation.