So So So sorry for the long wait, but my muse simply vanished for such a long time. I'm not Completely happy with this chapter, but Claudia may kill me if I don't update.Secondly, You have your sex scene! And it was Bloody hard to write!!! So don't kill me…
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Key: (as if you didn't know)
An / poetry/ prophesy / letters or books.
Draco's POV
Harry's POV
Normal
~~~ = scene change.
Stressed.
Chapter 22
"Nice idea" Harry said, as he caught up with Draco.
"Of course it was nice, it was mine"
Harry raised an eyebrow, "is everything of yours just nice?"
Draco smirked, "well, you're adequate, but…" he ducked as Harry swung his arm towards his head. "I'm going to have to tame you."
"I thought you liked me wild" Harry sulked.
Draco leaned in to kiss him. "Yes… but obedient." He took Harry's arm and dragger him to his room, ignoring Circe's smirk while doing so. Once the portrait had shut, he turned to Harry with a feral grin on his face. "Now, where were we?"
Harry smiled and walked to him, breathing in the scent of vanilla he was so acquainted with. "Why don't you tell me?" he asked, licking his lips seductively.
"I do believe that it is your turn to make the suggestions." Draco began to kiss him again fiercely, making every second count.
"We only have 20 minutes." Harry said, making no effort to move away from Draco's insistent lips.
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow, "you think you're not competent enough to satisfy me that quickly?" he smirked. Harry opened his mouth to make a comment, but decided to put his tongue to better use. He stuck it out and slowly brought it down from Draco's blonde hairline near his temple along his jaw line, nipping his lower lip gently. Draco wasn't about to let Harry have all the fun however, and quickly opened his mouth and grabbed Harry's tongue with his teeth. He began to suck on it gently.
Having reduced Harry to a puddle of goo, (figuratively speaking) he then pushed the gryffin onto the bed and swiftly straddled him. "Let's see what you have for me today," he asked, opening Harry's shirt and ignoring the buttons flying off. At this point, he paused, just to admire what years of quidditch and housework had done to Harry's well-formed and tanned muscles. Harry exploited the paused by pushing up, and flipping Draco onto the bed with Harry on top. Harry did the same to Draco, except did not pause before he leaned down and began to lick Draco's pale chest. Slowly but surely he brought his tongue over the middle of Draco's stomach, sticking his tongue into his navel to tickle him. "Stop that!" Draco managed to get out, before convulsing in laughter. "You know I'm sensitive." Harry smirked, and went lower, until he was directly over Draco's crotch. Slowly, and careful not to tickle Draco too much, Harry brought his hand up towards where his head was currently residing. He fumbled in his haste feeling for the zip that was obstructing him. Finally, his fingers found their goal, and Harry pulled the elusive metal downwards and unbuttoning the black suede trousers obstructing him.
On the wall of the room, a large red light began to flash.
A cacophony of curses came into Draco's mind as he noticed it, as he was in a rather comfortable position. He jumped and rolled to the side; leaving Harry crouched over the blanket, very very confused. He lifted his head slowly, and saw the light. Wha…? Draco however, who had more control than the Gryffin managed to pull him off the bed, to the side nearer the wall. From under the bed, they could both see the portrait opening. Draco was confused; usually Circe kept people, well Snape, out.
They saw a pair of feet walk in slowly under a long robe. "Professor McGonagall would be rather upset if you missed her lesson. May I suggest you hurry there?"
Beside Draco, Harry was going a deep red, and trying quietly to fumble with his broken buttons. He coughed slightly, and then said, "Yes Professor Dumbledore." The feet waltzed out again. He stood up, and buttoned up his trousers. "Well, that wasn't particularly polite; interrupting us."
Harry stood up too; having lost his battle with his shirt it hung open displaying his chest. Draco looked at it predatorily for a second, before snapping out of it. "Hurry up." He said to the gryffin, who still looked the same colour as his shirt, crimson. "I want to find out what we are," he moaned, before pouting. This brought Harry out of his mortal embarrassment, and kissed the too-sweet-to-be-left-untouched lips of the Slytherin.
"Come on then!" he said, dragging Draco out of the room and running as fast as he could to the transfigurations classroom. He was five minutes late, and his dishevelled appearance made McGonagall look sternly at him, the class surprised and curious, Ron bewildered, Seamus amused and Hermione knowingly smug. "Sorry… Professor…" he managed to get out between breaths, "I…"
"I don't want to hear it," She said stubbornly, and pointed to a table near the front, away from his friends. He sat down quickly, and tried to make his clothes look more respectable.
Another minute passed, and Draco strode into the room, looking immaculate, as usual. Harry glared at him. How does he manage to do that? Without a glance to Harry, he said to McGonagall, "I had business to attend to." She glowered at him, but stayed silent, pointing to Harry's table. He walked over proudly, and sat down, ignoring the whispers that erupted immediately.
"Enough!" the professor shouted, then calmed slightly. "Today is the day you have been waiting for. Today, you will finally transform into your animagi shapes. I need the cooperation of everyone. One student will transform at a time, as there might not be enough room in the class were anyone to transform into a whale." A few people laughed at her joke. "The student's partner needs to stand by them, repeating the adjectives they have found describe the person during this project, to help the student focus. Stand up everyone, and get into your pairs."
The class obeyed silently, too excited to talk. With a flick of her wand, McGonagall had stacked the tables and chairs in the corner of the room, leaving a large space. Someone called out, "what kind of creatures will we be turning into?"
McGonagall smiled, and thought for a second, "Well, it depends on your character. Size means nothing to the animal forms, so it is the species, which will be the most interesting. If you mean magical or not, then I think that it will be no. the magical properties of the animals of people who are animagi reflect their own magical power. So, anyone with an animagi form that is magical in itself must be a very powerful witch or wizard who is in tune with his or her magic. But, I'm prattling on," McGonagall called the first pair up. It was Ron and Blaise.
McGonagall cast a deafening spell on the pupils waiting, so Harry and Draco couldn't hear what was being said by the boys in the centre of the room. Ron seemed rather annoyed, and his freckles were becoming more pronounced as he tried to speak to Blaise, who was smirking. McGonagall had some stern words with them both, and Blaise was more serious. He began to read from a list to Ron, who was calming. After a minute or two, his copper hair began to grow, covering his face, and down his body. The class looked in astonishment. The hair stopped when it had covered his whole form, and rustled slightly. McGonagall had to shout at Blaise to remind him to continue repeating his list. His form was smaller now, and curling into a furry ball. There was a flash, and McGonagall said to the watchers "That only happens if your first time is successful" Harry watched Ron with baited breath. Suddenly, a copper head came out of the fur, with slightly torn ears, and a long snout.
"Typical," Draco said to his Slytherin hangers-on. "Weasley's counterpart is a mangy fox!" The Gryffins, who were just relieved to have Ron alive, laughed a bit too, until Harry and Hermione glared at him.
"What?" Draco asked, "It is merely an observation that Weasley is not even good enough to warrant a proper fur coat, but a second hand one" He was right, in a way, Ron's coat was slightly flea-bitten. Not that Harry was about to admit it. He turned to look at his friend once more, but found that they had been ushered out of the room to learn how to change back.
Harry watched as his friends one by one turned into animals in front of his eyes. First, it was Hermione, who was a magnificent Tiger with an untameable mane. Then it was Neville, into an owl, and strangely, Seamus, into a penguin.
It was their turn, Draco and Harry slowly walked into the special ball of secrecy with their notes. "Who's gonna go first?" Harry asked, as they seated themselves on the floor.
"I will," Draco said, and shut his eyes, crossing his legs under him silently. Harry almost forgot to continue, as he stared at the boy sitting so peacefully.
McGonagall coughed, and Harry ruffled through his notes,
looking for his list of adjectives. Once he found them, he began, "You are
Draco Malfoy, the dragon of bad faith. You stay faithful to this cause, and…"
"Hurry it up Potter"
"Fine then," Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco, and continued to the words. "You are a leader, and possessive. You are passionate, playful, and tactile, not innocent, arrogant…"
"With good cause."
"Shut up. Concentrate. You are incredibly powerful, and… smart, and beautiful, oh so beautiful…" Harry blushed, but it needed to be said.
A smirk was on Draco's face, but he began to concentrate hard on the words. His hair suddenly rustled, as if a breeze had picked it up. Harry watched captivated as a small bump appeared on his forehead. Draco leaned down, until his face was on his knees. Harry did not dare touch or say anything to him except repeating the words he had written down. His clothes (a special cloak McGonagall gave them for the tie being as it did not interfere with the transformation) was getting paler, nearly as white as Draco's skin. Then the cloak seemed to cover him entirely, and it was getting darker. Soon it was a deep black velvety texture. Draco brought his head up, and the bump was growing, sharper, longer, as was his chin, and his silvery eyes were confused. When he stood up and swished his tail, Harry almost fainted at the mystical beauty of a black unicorn.
Harry, you're in black in white… You're looking at me strangely. I know I'm beautiful, have I changed yet? All Harry could hear was snorting and whinnying. The class behind him were split, with the boys in a jealous rage at the girls, who were sighing, and proclaiming how they knew he would be magical. McGonagall herself was surprised at the form. But many things were happening around the two boys that she did not want to know about, and was beginning to suspect Cai was telling the truth.
Somebody tell me what is going on? Potter? Harry? Have I changed? You look edible; your cloak looks edible. What? He looked down at his four legs, and then turned his neck as much as he could to see his frame. I look nice, hell, I'm gorgeous! He made a turn or two, and bowed his head to the audience of students, then grabbed Harry's collar. Come on! I want to see what you are! Harry was still a little dazed, so Draco poked him hard in his behind with his new horn. Harry glared at the unicorn, who if capable, would be smirking. The unicorn prodded him into the other room, amidst the laughter of the class, and ever so slightly, the professor herself. Some friends you are!
In the next room, an androgynous wizard was helping the animagi to change back. It all took focus, and an ability to see yourself as your counterpart. As Harry was pushed in, he saw a very confused Seamus waddling out of the room with penguin feet. As Harry passed, he said, in his melodious Irish lilt, " 's not my fault; I've never looked at my feet in much detail!"