A/N: You're only warning this chapter, folks. There is some heavy citrus in this chapter, and from what I can tell, it's only going to get worse as the story goes on. If it's not your thing, turn back now and find something else to read.

Dedication: The the sparksfanfiction group on yahoo. Without the discussions we've been having, I would not have had the kick I did to get this out like 2 days early. Also dedicated to Frances Potter, for reasons she knows. Don't change a thing in the smut department, hon, I think it's perfect.

Everything Changes

by T.K Yuy

Chapter 6- Between Now and Midnight

Reappearing in the Potions room, Harry smirked at the low growl caught in the back of his lover's throat. He loved having control over the situation, even when he knew Malfoy could deny him at any time. And he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. When he was ready, Draco would take control, and it was only a matter of time before he realized eactly how much power he'd been granted.

"Harry…" the Slytherin breathed, leaning against Snape's desk as he felt his knees go weak. "Gods, please Harry."

One of the many things Harry Potter had learned about his Slytherin nemesis was that his neck was one of his sexiest features. Flawless porceline skin, made extra sensetive because of the Veel ain him, and now the Dragon. he could keep his head against Malfoy's shoulder all day, his face pressed into his neck, forever inhaling the clean scent of oranges and cinnamon that he'd come to assosiate with Draco years ago. He nipped carefully at his earlobe before continuing his assault on that graceful collumn of flesh. He could feel Malfoy's arrousal as clearly as his own, and ground down, enticing a chocked back cry of pleasure.

"You like this?" he asked, tongue running up his Adam's Apple to his chin.

"Oooohhh, Harry."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He pushed the heavy robe off the blonde's shoulders, letting it displace the few baubles Snape had on his desk. He ran his hands over his arms, lifting at the tight shirt and finally pulling it off. Draco hissed as a hand found his pebbled nipples, lips claiming his as the other hand ran up his back to stroke between his shoulders.

Fucking shit! he cursed mentally, his body reacting immediately to the silent question.

White and green wings burst free, and Harry shrugged his own robe off, shirt joining it on the floor shortly after.

"Right now, in the class room?" Draco breathed, his hands finally making their way to Harry's shoulders.

"We do have a half hour before class starts."

"And only 15 minutes before Snape will be here to get things set up."

"Then we'll have to be quick about it, won't we?"

Draco wasn't given a chance to voice a protest as Harry's lips claimed his again, wings bursting free, magic rising faster than anything he'd ever experienced.

Lips, tongues, teeth, hands, eyes… all touching –caressing- him at once, and he was losing control fast. If he had any to begin with.

"Draco," Harry growled, eyes glowing, "take me over the edge, now."

It wasn't a question, or even a suggestion, it was an order. one that Draco had every intention of following. He pushed off the desk, crushing Harry on their own work table. Fast as lightning, he had the fly of his lovers pants undone, hands freening his blood engorged member, stroking slowly. Harry bucked under him, wings hanging over the edge of the table as he stretched them out. The gold membrane trickled fire in the veins, and Draco had to admit, that fact alone would've made him come, but until harry was satisfied, he would-

"Gentlement, I thought I told you there would be no foolish wand waving in the class, did I not?" Snape said, his voice perfectly controled as he walked in and righted his desk, ignoring the clothes on the floor.

"Fuck!" Harry came, hard, nails diggind into Draco's shoulders so hard he nearly drew blood.

"Fice minutes before my door unlocks, gentlement. I would advise cleaning yourselves up."

"Draco, I-" Harry started.

"I'm fine. Besides, you can take care of it later, right?"

Harry smirked, kissed the Slytherin soundly before magicing everything as it should be. He and Draco were now dressed in their school robes, and Snape smiled inside.

~!*!~

"Potions was uneventful. Well, except for the fact that I dyed Malfoy's hair black."

"Black?"
"I wanted to see how it would look. And besides, it was worth it, to see him with black hair, blonde eyebrows and down be-"

"Not something I needed to know!"

Harry laughed at his father's statement, and looked up as Draco walked through the Slytherin tunnel door.

"Hey." he said, making sure he didn't write it.

"Hey yourself." Malfoy replied, kissing him, "Care to change my hair back now?"

"I suppose. Here, use this in the shower, and you'll be as good as new."

"You joining me?"
"No, but thank you for the invitation. I'm talking to my parents."

Draco nodded and headed to the bathroom. Harry would tell him eventually.

"You still there Harry?"
Yeah, Malfoy just got in."
"He's in your room?"
"Since last night."
"What did Dumbledore say to that?"
"Nothing, yet. Not that he can really say anything, considering my being, well, Lucifer reincarnate."

james was silent, as harry had expected, then the red writing took over.

"How were the rest of your classes, Harry?"
"Muggle studies was muggle studies, and Herbology is a walk in the park. We have it with Ravenclaw this year, and Neville Longbottom is still top of the class."

"Margorie Longbottom [1] was the Gryffindor Green Thumb when your father and I were in school. She and Frank are doing well, I hope?"
"Uh… they were committed to St. Mungos shortly after you and dad…"
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I… I didn't know."

"They were doing better when I last asked. Neville and Gran visit during the holidays."

"That's good to hear. The Longbottoms were good friends of ours. members of the Order too."
"Neville's being inducted over the Yule break."

"Good for him. Now, what about the rest of your classes?"

Harry laughed, again, thinking of Molly Weasely when he talked to his mother. He'd have to remember to ask if they were good friends, back in the day.

"Care of magical Creatures was a hoot. Hagrid-"
"Rubeus Hagrid? The half-giant? Oh dear, how is he? Your father and I used to visit him all the time, when we were…"

"He's fine. He had us work with baby unicorns today. They were afraid of Malfoy and I."
"They sense the Dragons in you, of course."
"Yeah. The adults didn't mind us, but the colts… we had to chase them around the paddock to get them used to us."

"And what about Transfiguration and DADA?"

"McGonagall started her lecture on Animagi today. We're supposed to find out what forms we'd take tomorrow. And DADA? Remus knows I don't need the training, but he's got us doing Illusion Rooms. I haven't told him that Illusions of any sort don't work on Dragons, and that magic in general has very little effect on me unless I allow it to."

"Does he know about your Dragon form?"
"Of course. He and Sirius wouldn't leave me alone until I'd gotten the basics down."

"And do they know about Lucifer?"
"They know about my being the Heir of Gryffindor, but no, they don't know about Lucifer. They'll find out with the rest of the Order. And Sirius was pissed when I chose the Dragon over the Stag."

"You can't very well live in my shadow forever, Harry," James wrote, "and you tell padfoot I said that."

"Yes sir, Mr. Prongs."
"Speaking of Names," Salazar interupted, "what have you decided on?"
"'Snitch' for myself, and 'Omega' for Draco."

"Snitch is quite appropriate." Lilly wrote, lines wiggling a bit as if she were laughing.

"But where the Omega come from?" asked James.

"Any Veela that can take the Dragon as his/her animagus is an Omega Veela. We liked the way it sounded.

"Telling them dirty secrets about me?"

Harry looked up at Draco as he walked out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans, his long returned-to-normal platinum hair pulled half back.

"Thothing dirty about you, now is there?" he chuckled, pulling him into the recliner with him.

"Nope. Squeaky clean. Tell them I said they have a wonderful son."

"Why not tell them yourself?"

He pulled out a bottle of green ink and another quill, handed them to the wide-eyed boy and kissed his temple before getting up.

"You mean… talk to them?"
"We have a half hour still before dinner, so why don't I go have a shower, and you get to know my parents? They're actually very eager to get to know you."

Draco dipped his quill into the ink as Harry disappeared into the bathroom, and with a shaking hand, brought it to the page.

"Harry says to tell you he's gone to shower." he wrote, choosing his words carefully.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Salazar wrote, "I wondered when he would entrust my book to you."

"Salazar Slytherin."

"Yes, but you weren't told to talk to me, were you?"
"I wasn't told I had to talk to anyone."

"Don't worry, Malfoy, we don't bite." gold ink wrote, a winking smiley at the end, "James Potter and –"

"Lilly Potter," red ink took over, "We've heare quite about you, Mr. Malfoy."

"Please, Mrs. Potter, just Draco will do. I prefer not to be reminded of my so-called father."

The book was silent before gold ink appeared, the line heavy. Angry.

"Lucius always was a fucking bastard."

"Unfortunately, I didn't acknowledge that until after mother… died."
"Oh, you poor thing!" Lilly cried to the page, "Narcissa was always such a bright girl, but quite naïve when it came to Lucius."
"Not naïve, just Veela. She gave every thing to him, and had no other choice but to follow her Mate."

Tear marks appeared on the page, and it wasn't until Harry's strong, wet arms pulled him into a tight embrace that he realized they were his.

~!*!~

Hermione checked her watch, then looked to the door. Harry still hadn't been down, and dinner was more than half over. Malfoy, she noticed, wasn't there either. Ron hadn't, as usual, noticed anything. Or so she thought.

"'Mione, stop worrying, he's fine. Harry's a big boy, he can take care of Malfoy by himself."
"Excuse me?!"

Ron laughed and sipped his pumkin juice.

"They've only gotten together less than 24 hours ago, Ron, I doubt that they would be shagging like rabid bunnies."

"'Mione, in case you failed to acknowledge the fact that they've been what you would call 'beloved enemies' for 7 year, I don't think there's much they don't know about eachother. Well, other than the contours of-"

"Ron! They've hardly said a polite word to eachother ever and you're saying that doesn't matter?! I certainly think it does! They don't know everything about eachother and-"

"Would you just admit that you wanna see the two of them snogging already?!" interupted Seamus, "We all know you've wanted to see two guys at it since the end of 5th year, so don't go into 'worried-'bout-Harry' mode to cover it up."

"Yeah, 'Mione," added Ginny, her smirk worthy of being called Slytherin, "just ask them. Harry didn't mind when I sat in on him and-"
"VIRGINIA WEASELY!!" Ron and Seamus bellowed at the exact same moment, accented by Seamus' exploding water, their voices dropping to a harsh whisper, "When the hell did you watch Harry and one of his get off?!"

Ron looked at Seamus, who looked right back, and they both grinned, laughter erupting from the Gryffindor table all the way around. Hermione's face was Gryffindor red, and Ginny couldn't help but laugh. It was funny.

Well, thought Hermione, at least we've got something to talk about between now and midnight.

~TBC~

Well, there you have it. Chapter 6 is done. Chapter 7 will, hopefully, be out sometime over the weekend, Monday at the latest. And I forgot to mention my footnotes in the previous chapter, so I'll do it now.

[1]: according to my calculations, the Weasely Twins were in 3rd year when Harry was in 1st, and thus, they would've graduated the end of Harry's 4th year. So in his 5th year, the Gryffindor team would be out two Beaters. That's where Nathalie and Zia come in. They were 2nd years when they made the team.

[2]: Nathalie Sparks is a reference to Sparks' story "Stare Death in the Face", where Nathalie is a character that I have come to love very much ( I cried at the end), and it only seemed natural that one of my original characters be named after the Goddess that is Sparks. She's on my fave. authors list, and on my fave. stories list, if you wanna check her stuff out. It's absolutely worth it and no H/D fan can be without reading them.

As far as this chapters footnote goes:

[1]: As far as I know, JK Rowling hasn't given Neville's parents names (his dad I think was named Frank, but I could be wrong), so I just picked an unusual name. If I'm wrong, someone, please correct me.

Well, until the next chapter…

Schnoogles all!

TK