Author's Note: This is the first chapter in the last portion of the story. Hope you like it,
and please send input! I'm thinking of doing a sequel (tentatively titled "Take Me As I
Am") but not for a while. The next piece I'll be working on is "Blood Tithes," which you
can find on my author page.
35. …Harry is Curious, but Disgusted
Lucius sat in his study, staring at the letter in his hand. He nearly smiled; the boy was
beginning to learn. Still, it wasn't enough. The boy had a plan, but did he actually know
how to make it work? Had he planned for possible contingencies? Already Lucius could
see many holes in what the letter had to offer. It was time he got this cat and mouse
game really started; see what Draco was actually made of.
Smiling grimly to himself he got out pen and parchment and began a reply. 'After this,'
he thought to himself, 'I think I'll go take a bath and finish that fascinating book.' Lucius
had heard that the Blackchurches had a gorgeous virgin daughter who had just turned
seventeen and he meant to capitalize on this fact.
"Mmmmmm. We'll definitely have to do that again." Draco turned and snuggled closer
to Ron. "Why didn't you tell me it could be so much fun to be a girl?" he purred into
Ron's ear.
"Try walking in high-heels and then tell me it's fun." Ron chuckled and turned to face
Draco. "Hmmmmm, I'm hungry." He lifted Draco's hand from where it rested on his
waist and put it to his mouth, sucking each finger individually, pinky to thumb. Then he
spied something over Draco's shoulder. "You have your own refrigerator?"
"Yeah," Draco said warily as Ron got up and went over to it. "Why, what are you up
to?" The turkey sandwich incident was still clear in Draco's mind but he wasn't sure that
he wanted a repeat. Ron, however, ignored him, opening the fridge and staring inside.
"Perfect," he crowed, grabbing a container and heading back to the bed.
Draco looked at the yogurt dubiously. "I don't know, Ron." Yogurt was cold and he was
so pleasantly warm at the moment.
Ron removed the lid on the yogurt (strawberry) then put his fingers to his lips in a
shushing gesture, smiling wickedly. Ron dipped a finger in the yogurt and slowly sucked
it clean. Dipping in two fingers this time he brought them to Draco's lips and Draco
obligingly licked them clean, relishing the sweet, cool taste. He nibbled Ron's fingertips
teasingly.
Ron went for the yogurt again and Draco's breath caught when he felt the coolness land
on his belly. Ron laved the yogurt over Draco's breasts and belly and then again, down
his thighs. Despite his earlier reservations, Draco thought he was beginning to like this
idea.
Ron put the container aside and bent over Draco, lightly brushing his lips over Draco's
before deepening the kiss. Draco kissed back hungrily and the aftertaste of the yogurt
mingled sweetly in their mouths and on their tongues. Then Ron started on the task he
had set himself, beginning at Draco's breasts, licking them clean of every last drop of
yogurt. When he moved downward along Draco's belly he felt the muscles jerk and
flutter under his lips and couldn't resist one or two small nibbles. Draco's hands were in
his hair and he felt them tighten convulsively in response to the bites, pressing him closer
to Blaise's smooth flesh. Then he skipped downward, picking up again at Draco's knee
and lingered there, tasting the soft inside of the knee, letting his tongue flick along the
tender flesh. The fingers in his hair tightened once more and began the journey upward,
reveling in the silken flesh.
"Wow, I never realized before the elegant balance of traits each ingredient adds to the
potion as a whole. With some experimentation one could make some truly refined
potions, fit exactly to their purpose." Hermione was nearly breathless with the beauty of
the science that she had never before known potion making to be.
Professor Snape smiled with pleasure. It was wonderful to finally have a student truly
connect with what he was saying. "Actually, often do that in my spare time, refining
potions to cancel out ill effects and sometimes I construct others completely of my own
devising. It is wonderful to create such things and to know a job well done." Hermione
just stared at Snape admiringly, momentarily at loss for words.
Night had fallen and Harry was still flying. In the air he could forget his troubles and
become one with his broom, one with the wind and the air. The darkness didn't bother
him, he knew the grounds well and there were lamps set at intervals along the castle walls
to keep him oriented. Suddenly, a black shape hurdled out of the darkness and a flurry of
wings nearly knocked Harry from his broom. In any case, he was sent momentarily out
of control and had to pull up sharply to keep from flying straight into the ground.
This, of course, riled Harry's never dormant anger and he determined immediately to find
out what the hell that thing had been and what was going on. Noting the direction of the
flight he looked towards the castle and saw a dark shape winging for one of the few
lighted windows set close to the ground. His mouth set in a determined line, Harry made
a beeline towards the light.
When he got close to the window he landed his broom and approached more warily on
foot. Gradually he began to hear voices and it became clear that one he knew quite well.
One was Ron. The other was a female voice he didn't recognize right away. What the
hell WAS going on?! Harry crept closer and peeked in the window, the bottom of which
lined up with the ground.
The sight that greeted Harry nearly forced a startled yelp from him and he had to clamp
his hand across his mouth to keep himself quiet. There was Ron all right, totally naked
and lying on a bed of black satin sheets. A girl was with him and as he looked closer he
saw that it was none other than Blaise Zabini. Harry's eye's narrowed. He was missing
something. Then his confused curiosity melted into sickened disgust and wrath as the
form of the girl began to shift and eventually produced that of Draco Malfoy.
A more sensible part of Harry's mind knew that it really wasn't any of his affair but the
overriding part of Harry was furious at Ron had done. His anger was inarticulate and
without even bothering to find out what the two (naked) boys were discussing with such
animation, Harry turned and stalked away from the window. Remounting his broom he
headed straight for the Gryffindor tower. Hermione and Ginny would listen to him THIS
time, he was sure of it.
and please send input! I'm thinking of doing a sequel (tentatively titled "Take Me As I
Am") but not for a while. The next piece I'll be working on is "Blood Tithes," which you
can find on my author page.
35. …Harry is Curious, but Disgusted
Lucius sat in his study, staring at the letter in his hand. He nearly smiled; the boy was
beginning to learn. Still, it wasn't enough. The boy had a plan, but did he actually know
how to make it work? Had he planned for possible contingencies? Already Lucius could
see many holes in what the letter had to offer. It was time he got this cat and mouse
game really started; see what Draco was actually made of.
Smiling grimly to himself he got out pen and parchment and began a reply. 'After this,'
he thought to himself, 'I think I'll go take a bath and finish that fascinating book.' Lucius
had heard that the Blackchurches had a gorgeous virgin daughter who had just turned
seventeen and he meant to capitalize on this fact.
"Mmmmmm. We'll definitely have to do that again." Draco turned and snuggled closer
to Ron. "Why didn't you tell me it could be so much fun to be a girl?" he purred into
Ron's ear.
"Try walking in high-heels and then tell me it's fun." Ron chuckled and turned to face
Draco. "Hmmmmm, I'm hungry." He lifted Draco's hand from where it rested on his
waist and put it to his mouth, sucking each finger individually, pinky to thumb. Then he
spied something over Draco's shoulder. "You have your own refrigerator?"
"Yeah," Draco said warily as Ron got up and went over to it. "Why, what are you up
to?" The turkey sandwich incident was still clear in Draco's mind but he wasn't sure that
he wanted a repeat. Ron, however, ignored him, opening the fridge and staring inside.
"Perfect," he crowed, grabbing a container and heading back to the bed.
Draco looked at the yogurt dubiously. "I don't know, Ron." Yogurt was cold and he was
so pleasantly warm at the moment.
Ron removed the lid on the yogurt (strawberry) then put his fingers to his lips in a
shushing gesture, smiling wickedly. Ron dipped a finger in the yogurt and slowly sucked
it clean. Dipping in two fingers this time he brought them to Draco's lips and Draco
obligingly licked them clean, relishing the sweet, cool taste. He nibbled Ron's fingertips
teasingly.
Ron went for the yogurt again and Draco's breath caught when he felt the coolness land
on his belly. Ron laved the yogurt over Draco's breasts and belly and then again, down
his thighs. Despite his earlier reservations, Draco thought he was beginning to like this
idea.
Ron put the container aside and bent over Draco, lightly brushing his lips over Draco's
before deepening the kiss. Draco kissed back hungrily and the aftertaste of the yogurt
mingled sweetly in their mouths and on their tongues. Then Ron started on the task he
had set himself, beginning at Draco's breasts, licking them clean of every last drop of
yogurt. When he moved downward along Draco's belly he felt the muscles jerk and
flutter under his lips and couldn't resist one or two small nibbles. Draco's hands were in
his hair and he felt them tighten convulsively in response to the bites, pressing him closer
to Blaise's smooth flesh. Then he skipped downward, picking up again at Draco's knee
and lingered there, tasting the soft inside of the knee, letting his tongue flick along the
tender flesh. The fingers in his hair tightened once more and began the journey upward,
reveling in the silken flesh.
"Wow, I never realized before the elegant balance of traits each ingredient adds to the
potion as a whole. With some experimentation one could make some truly refined
potions, fit exactly to their purpose." Hermione was nearly breathless with the beauty of
the science that she had never before known potion making to be.
Professor Snape smiled with pleasure. It was wonderful to finally have a student truly
connect with what he was saying. "Actually, often do that in my spare time, refining
potions to cancel out ill effects and sometimes I construct others completely of my own
devising. It is wonderful to create such things and to know a job well done." Hermione
just stared at Snape admiringly, momentarily at loss for words.
Night had fallen and Harry was still flying. In the air he could forget his troubles and
become one with his broom, one with the wind and the air. The darkness didn't bother
him, he knew the grounds well and there were lamps set at intervals along the castle walls
to keep him oriented. Suddenly, a black shape hurdled out of the darkness and a flurry of
wings nearly knocked Harry from his broom. In any case, he was sent momentarily out
of control and had to pull up sharply to keep from flying straight into the ground.
This, of course, riled Harry's never dormant anger and he determined immediately to find
out what the hell that thing had been and what was going on. Noting the direction of the
flight he looked towards the castle and saw a dark shape winging for one of the few
lighted windows set close to the ground. His mouth set in a determined line, Harry made
a beeline towards the light.
When he got close to the window he landed his broom and approached more warily on
foot. Gradually he began to hear voices and it became clear that one he knew quite well.
One was Ron. The other was a female voice he didn't recognize right away. What the
hell WAS going on?! Harry crept closer and peeked in the window, the bottom of which
lined up with the ground.
The sight that greeted Harry nearly forced a startled yelp from him and he had to clamp
his hand across his mouth to keep himself quiet. There was Ron all right, totally naked
and lying on a bed of black satin sheets. A girl was with him and as he looked closer he
saw that it was none other than Blaise Zabini. Harry's eye's narrowed. He was missing
something. Then his confused curiosity melted into sickened disgust and wrath as the
form of the girl began to shift and eventually produced that of Draco Malfoy.
A more sensible part of Harry's mind knew that it really wasn't any of his affair but the
overriding part of Harry was furious at Ron had done. His anger was inarticulate and
without even bothering to find out what the two (naked) boys were discussing with such
animation, Harry turned and stalked away from the window. Remounting his broom he
headed straight for the Gryffindor tower. Hermione and Ginny would listen to him THIS
time, he was sure of it.