Title: Reptilian

Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)

Pairing: Harry/??

Rating: R

Summary: Harry receives a nighttime visitor.

Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.           

Warning: Bestiality, slash, strangeness.

Notes: Evolved from a slight different idea. It practically wrote itself.

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As if in a dream, Harry Potter felt a tightening across his chest, constricting his breath and pulling ever tighter with slow precision.

Harry awoke with a gasp and, through a sleep tinted haze, he could've sworn that the crushing pressure had not gone away but, instead, increased.

With a jolt, Harry realized that there was something coiled about his upper body – cool bands of slippery skin, hard muscle hidden underneath. Painfully drawing in a breath, Harry's hands groped about until he felt the scales slide underneath his fingertips.

The great boa hissed and Harry spoke to it soothingly, coaxing the coils to release their unyielding hold. He shivered as the shimmering scales shifted, the cold of its skin seeping into him as he gave up his heat to warm its cold blood. The majestic head swayed in front of his eyes and the forked tongue flicked out, briefly tasting Harry's skin, leaving a tingling in his scar.

The body of the snake rippled and the coils were tightened and released, tightened and released. Harry's gasp died on his lips and he thrust up blindly into empty air. Feeling the flex of muscle that could crush him without warning or thought, Harry abandoned himself to the flowing motion.

The moment Harry came, the snake stilled its heaving muscles and laid its diamond head over Harry's heart, as if feeling that frantic beat soothed it. It was not the steady rhythm that lulled it into sleep, in the end, but the steady warmth that rose off Harry's skin.

Staring at the dark canopy of his bed, Harry idly wondered how the great snake had gotten into his dorm room, which dark and secret ways had it taken just to charm and beguile him in the dark.

In sleep, unguarded, the sleek scales rippled and turned to flawless skin. The tight hold did not slacken as arms and legs replaced the coiled serpent. A blond head lay upon Harry's chest, moving gently with the rise and fall of warm breath.

Like a thief in the night, Draco would slip into Harry's bed, squeeze the breath out of him until he writhed in pleasure and then slip away just as stealthily before the break of dawn. Harry would've been appalled, infuriated, surprised, if he did not understand the nature of Slytherins – ever mercurial, always deceptive, and sometimes downright reptilian.

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