A/N- whooooo chapter 9! rock on. so yeah... hope you like it. i noticed a typo in what i said lalst time. when i said do be scared i ment DONT. tell me what you think. every bit of what you think. I wanna know... everything. EVERYTHING. dont hold back. let it all out man. you'll feel better when you do i swear.

Chapter 9- It's Getting Hot in here...... So take off all your clothes?

The first weeks of school were boring. Nothing big happened. No drama with Draco, no drama with Ron or Hermione. Everything was just perfect. No worries. Draco and Hermione began to pass around the petition of how to hook up James and Narcissa, which was going rather well. Even the worry of Draco not being his mate had faded. There was no way in hell that he wasn't. Of course, Harry didn't tell him this. He wanted to keep it a surprise until that day. Once the last week in September rolled around, that's when things started to change. Harry's first heat was lurking around the corner and everybody was nervous. Everybody being nervous made Harry even more nervous then he should have been. On the morning of September 25, Harry woke up with a start. He sneezed himself awake. Ron jumped over to him and asked if he was alright. Harry was confused, but then he remembered. It was Monday, the last Monday of the month. Great; I hope everybody isn't like this. Harry got dressed and headed down to the common room to find everybody. He knew what they wanted to know. He shook his head. No change. It went on the same way for the next two days.

On Wednesday, Harry was sat in transfiguration, staring at his watch. Twenty minutes to go. He was bored, and antsy. And his face itched. He didn't know why, but it did. He played it off to potions- probably touched something then touched his face. His eyes started to water. Weird, they haven't done this since I got rid of my glasses. He rubbed them to stop the watering. Now his back was hurting. Goddamn... what the hell.... oh no. His temperature started to rise. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons.

"Mr. Potter, if you would please fix yourself to look more presentable."

"I'm sorry, professor. It's just really hot in here. I think I'm coming down with something."

McGonagall didn't know, and he didn't want her to either. Hermione, who was sat next to him, looked at him with worry. She knew what was happening. Ron was next to Harry but across the aisle with Seamus. Hermione placed her hand on Harry's back to comfort him.

"You okay, mate?" Ron asked in a whisper, leaning across the aisle.

Harry only shook his head. It was getting too hot. Only ten minutes left, I can do this. Harry started to breathe heavy. His heavy breathing became full out pants. He took in one last breath of air when a rattling noise came from his chest. He was purring. Hermione heard this and didn't know what to do.

"Harry?"

Harry looked at her; she gasped.

"Harry, your eyes... look." she handed him a mirror that she transfigured. His eyes were in catlike slits.

"Mione.. Can you take my books after class? I won't be going to the next one." She nodded.

When the bell rang, Harry was out the door in a flash.

Draco was headed out of his ancient runes class when he heard a weird noise come from behind him. He paid no mind, until he was grabbed and slammed into the wall of an empty classroom. The next thing he knew, he could feel hands running down his body and lips on his neck. He heard a rattling noise. Purring.... it's Harry. Oh thank god. Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders to pull him back a bit. Once he got a look at Harry's face, he attached their lips together in a heated kiss. Harry began to grind into Draco, who, by no means, wanted Harry to stop. But he got nervous when he felt Harry's hands slide down past his waistband.

"Harry, love, maybe we should do this somewhere else."

Harry looked around and nodded.

"Yeah okay. Sorry I got carried away," Harry said with a shy smile.

Draco smiled back and kissed Harry on the nose. Harry then grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him out of the room and towards the one that was set up for him, for this exact moment.

Narcissa and James were curled up on one of the sofas in their living room reading when they heard the front door swing open then slam, then another door swing open and slam. They looked at each other.

"Harry!"

They hurried over to Harry's room and listened but they didn't hear anything.

"Okay, James. So Harry is in heat. What do you think is happening in there?"

"One of two things. One- He has Draco in there, and they are snogging each other silly. Or two- Harry went into heat and his mate is not Draco, so he then locked himself in there so as not to cheat on him. I'm really hoping it's number one."

"Me too."

INSIDE THE BEDROOM

What was happening inside the room was indeed number one. Harry and Draco were snogging each other senseless and they were loving it. Draco was beside himself with happiness. Harry was his, and he was Harry's. Nobody else's. They had practically ripped each other's cloaks off, and were now working on the ties. Harry gave up and attached his mouth to Draco's neck. He ran his hands down the blonde's back and grabbed his bum. He pulled him closer and continued his attack. Draco just let it happen. It felt too good to stop. But then a lightbulb formed above his head. The idea was genius. He wiggled out of his mate's grasp and placed a hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer. Draco put on the sexiest smile he could muster.

"Now, hold on love. Trust me. You'll like this."

Draco grabbed the knot of his tie and pulled it down. The green and silver fabric fell to the floor. He then began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, one by one. Harry's eyes were popping out of his head. He watched as the white fabric fluttered to the floor and pooled around Draco's feet. Harry's eyes were drawn to Draco's hand which was now sliding down his stomach. It stopped at the belt buckle, which was slowly undone. Harry's vision was getting blurry. He started to space out and imagine all the lovely things he and Draco were going to do. He snapped out of it when he heard a zip and the sound of heavy fabric hitting the floor. Draco was now only in his boxers. Harry was drooling. Draco hooked his thumbs in the waistband and began to slide them off. They stopped just as his hip bones were being exposed.

"You wanna touch, Harry?"

Harry only nodded. Harry's purring was so loud that it was echoing in the room.

"Well, we'll see if you're a good boy."

He pulled the rest of the fabric down. Harry was panting again. The temperature in the room was far too warm. Draco sat on the bed and pulled himself onto it. He layed back on it spread eagle. To see Harry he propped himself up on his elbows. Harry's mouth was hanging open, and he was panting. Draco could see the tips of Harry's k-9's poking out. Harry began to move forward but Draco stopped him from getting too close by putting his foot on Harry's chest.

"No no no, you have far too much clothing on to be able to get on this bed."

Harry backed up a bit and ripped off all clothes that still plagued his body. It was far too hot for them anyway. Once Harry looked up after nearly tearing the boxers off his body, Draco spoke up.

"Here kitty, kitty."

Harry sauntered over to the bed. He kneeled on it and kissed Draco's knees, which were in the air. Harry started to crawl in between his legs and up his body. Draco was mesmerized by the way Harry's body moved. He looked like a lion on the prowl. His green eyes were glowing in the dark, and the way his shoulder blades moved under his skin as he crawled... made Draco speechless. Once their bodies were inline Harry carefully laid himself on top of Draco, resting their foreheads together. Draco could hear Harry purring. It was like music to his ears. Harry was looking Draco in the eye. He could see his reflection in the green pools, which were now speckled with gold.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Harry asked in a whisper.

"As ready as you are, love."

Harry pulled Draco into a passionate kiss. He didn't even bother to battle for dominance. He knew that Harry would win. He also knew that he wouldn't get to take Harry until he was ready. He was nervous, and so was Harry. They hadn't even seen each other naked before. And now this feline adonis was in between Draco's legs, beginning to grind into him. This is when Draco realized that he was about to get fucked into the mattress.

Harry was paying close attention to one of Draco's nipples when one of his hands went searching for the bottle of lubricant that was under one of the pillows. He had put it there, just in case. He silently slicked his fingers with it and began to probe at Draco's entrance, or exit, depending on how you look at it. Either way, Draco was damn shocked. He gasped when he felt one of Harry's fingers poke at him. He dug his fingers into Harry's back when he felt said finger go into him. He tried his best to relax, and as he did the pain went to pleasure. Eventually he wanted more. Harry seemed to have read his mind, because he felt a second finger make its way in. Harry began to scissor his fingers to stretch his mate. Draco pushed down on Harry's fingers, which caused them to hit his prostate. He grabbed Harry's wrist and tried to push the fingers in him further.

"Harry! Uhhhn, More!"

Harry took in a breath and nodded. He pulled his fingers out, much to Draco's dismay, coated himself with the lubricant and got into position. He looked at Draco for the okay, when he got it, he slowly pushed his way in. Every instinct in his body was telling him to slam into the boy, but he couldn't. His body was telling him to just fuck Draco like an animal, but his mind and heart were telling him to make love to him. Draco's eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. The boy looked to be in complete surprise. He had grabbed a hold of Harry's back and was clinging for dear life. Once Harry was buried to the hilt, he layed himself down on top of Draco and began to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Draco had tears in his eyes. He had been told that the first time would hurt, but this was ridiculous. Harry's words seemed to soothe him though.

"You know I love you, I do. If it hurts too much I'll stop right now."

"No.... if you stop you'll be in pain and I won't have that."

"But you're in pain right now, I'll manage."

"I can handle being in pain for a few minutes. I won't stand by and let you be in pain for two weeks."

-silence-

"Is the pain much?"

"It's fading."

Draco moved his head so he could whisper in Harry's ear.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Start moving."

Harry hesitated. He looked into his mate's eyes, making sure it was okay. Draco nodded. Harry took in a breath and pulled out a little. Then pushed in. Draco's eyebrows were knitted together and he was biting his lip. It hurt. Harry couldn't stand to see him like this, but his instincts kept him going. He tried to remember which way his fingers went to hit Draco's sweet spot. To the left. Harry shifted his weight, and pushed in. Draco's eyes flew open and he dug his nails into Harry's back.

"Was that the spot?"

"Ohhh, yes! Do that again!"

Harry pulled out, then pushed in again, rubbing against Draco's prostate. With each thrust, he got faster, each time grazing Draco's spot. Their gasps turned to moans, and their moans turned to screams. The two of them were on cloud nine.

"Har... der.... Har.... ry"

Harry moved so he was kneeling in front of Draco. He lifted Draco's bum up a bit and spread his legs as far as they would go. Harry began his assault on Draco, and Draco loved every minute of it. Harry's purring had become so strong that even his screams had a purring vibration to them. Draco had one hand above his head, grabbing at the head board for balance, as his other hand snaked down his body. He decided to put on a little show for Harry. He was close, he wanted Harry to watch. Harry's eyes were locked with Draco's, so to get Harry to watch his hand, he brought his hand back up and sucked on his fingers to moisten them. Once they were slick his hand went back down his body. Harry's eyes traveled down his mate's body, and nearly popped out when Draco took his own dick in his hand. Harry's thrusting got faster and harder.

"Har..ry.... I'mmmm Gonna...."

Draco stroked himself once.... twice.... three times. On the third stroke, Harry didn't just graze Draco's prostate. Oh no. He slammed right into it. Draco screamed Harry's name, and chanted it as he spilled all over his stomach. Harry once again picked up the pace, within seconds releasing deep inside Draco. He collapsed on top of his love panting like a wild man. He kissed his mate's temple. Draco reached up and began to run his hands through the front of Harry's hair. He shivered and leaned into the touch. A few moments later Harry started to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing really, I just forgot how fast this stuff gets cold." Harry raised his torso to see strings of cum connecting the two bodies.

They looked at each other and started to laugh. Draco looked at Harry's face, and instantly stopped laughing. He was beautiful. And all his. Harry was still giggling to himself and hadn't noticed that Draco had stopped. When he did, he looked at his mate and saw the pondering look on his face. Harry tilted his head slightly to the right.

"What?"

"I love you," Draco said, placing his hand on the side of Harry's face.

"I love you too, always."

Harry reached down and grabbed the blanket that was bunched at the bottom of the bed. He tucked it around Draco and himself. The two lovebirds fell asleep in each other's arms within minutes.

A crowd had developed in the living room of James and Narcissa. Ron and Hermione had burst through the door once their classes had ended. Remus came by when he heard what happened, and Dumbledore was there as well. It was nearly 8 and still no sign of Harry or Draco.

"Well, since Draco wasn't at any of his classes after ancient runes, I think it's safe to say he's in there with Harry," Remus said while laying on the couch.

"Yeah, which is good. But I'm a bit worried. It's strange that we can't here anything," Hermione added.

"Mione, think about it. You know how Harry is with this stuff. He ten-to-one put up silencing charms," Ron said with a wave of his hand. "But, depending on when he put them up, they should be going faulty soon."

Another twenty minutes and still nothing. Suddenly the door to Harry's room flew open and out walked a very sweaty Harry Potter, wearing only a pair of flannel pajama pants. He walked across the room and smiled, flashing his k-9's. He disappeared into the other room and reemerged with two bottles of butterbeer. He smiled at them again and was about to go back into his room when James called out his name.

"Harry, is erm... everything alright?"

"Everything is wonderful dad. And I know why you are all here, and there is no need to worry."

Everybody felt better hearing this. Draco, wondering what was taking Harry so long, decided to go and investigate. He walked out into the living room, slightly limping, with only a sheet wrapped around his equally sweaty body and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder.

"Why the long faces?"

"Well, Draco, son, we were worried that it wasn't you in there," Narcissa said sweetly.

"Oh."

"How are you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm fantastic," Draco said with a stunning smile.

"Hey, Malfoy, why were you limping...?"

"Why do you think, Ron?"

"No way.... really.. Wow."

Draco and Harry just shook their heads, said their goodbyes, and returned to their room.

It was day three of Harry's heat. Dumbledore had excused the boys from class for the rest of the week to "get to know each other better." All of the teachers were also informed of their new status. Harry and Draco were rarely seen. Hermione and Ron had stopped by only to be told that the boys wouldn't come out. They would only come out to get food or to see how their parents were doing, and to ask if the silencing charms were still working. Night three and all was well. James was settling into bed when the silence of the night was broken.

"HARDER HARRY, HARDER!"

James sat there, staring into space, trying not to think about what he had just heard. There was a knock at his door. He slowly got up to answer it. It was Narcissa.

"James, sorry to bother you dear, but I think their charms just got faulty."

"Yeah, I agree.... should we tell them?"

"Well, I don't know. I'm not going there alone."

"Alright, let's do this together then."

The two walked to the boys' door and stood there looking at it. They could hear the moans and screams through the door. Then it stopped. The poor parents sighed in relief. They turned and went back to James' room. They sat on the couch that faced his fire place.

"Hopefully, they'll break for the night."

"Hopefully?"

"Yeah, Grimalkii are the type that can go all night. Hopefully, they didn't sleep during the day."

Narcissa only nodded. Thankfully, James changed the subject. They chatted about this and that. Slowly getting closer and closer. Neither of them wanted to admit it, but they both felt like they were back in school, trying to make out with their crush. James felt bad. Narcissa wasn't divorced, or even separated. He was alone with nothing or nobody in his way. Ahh what the hell. He slowly leaned in. She saw him coming and braced herself. Their lips touched. That was it, the deed was done, now to just make it better. The kiss deepened. Narcissa ran her hands through James' hair. This did it for him. He slowly started to lay her down when it was heard.

"Ohhhh, Draco... do that again!"

"I think we need to tell them," James said in a huff.

"I agree."

The two adults straightened themselves out and made their way to the door. James knocked; determined because he had just been interrupted. The sound of sheets shuffling and someone cursing came through the door. When the door opened, a very disheveled, sweaty Harry Potter was put in its place, giving a look that screamed 'WHAT?!?'

"The charms are down."

"Oh shit."

"Night."

"Yeah, sorry."

The door was closed and a muffled 'Dray, the charms are down..' then a 'Hahahaha no way. That sucks in a funny sort of way.' then a spell, then nothing. Narcissa walked to her door and turned to James.

"Night James," she said before she gave him a light kiss on the lips, and a smile.

James wanted to dance. He said his good night and practically floated to his room. He dreamt good dreams that night.