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A/N: I'm sorry it has taken so long but I am sure you are tired of hearing that, since I seem to type it more often then I update. I'd like to send a special thanks to PIRATE BITCH NUT AND HYPERGURL2002, in which this chapter is dedicated to for they have reviewed me the MOST. Thank you so much ALL OF MY REVIEWERS and keep doing what you do to keep this smile on my face. Some Harry history and just a taste of lime, there's a bit of a twist, but all will be explained...
I was rereading my reviews and I just wanted to say that in the first chapter when I typed white substance, it was a simple mistake and it wasn't that important even though it kinda bothered me but that's fine. Again, thank you reviewers and here's what you've been waiting for.
NOTICE: Keep in mind it is only the beginning of the year at Hogwarts! There is much more to come!
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Where we last left off...
The door leading to the teacher's table opened and in walked Donatelo Daniels, followed by a short female with wavy black hair and sharp gray eyes.
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Chapter Eleven
"Professor Donatelo Daniels and Professor Liana Adams," the two teachers waved as their names were announced. Harry, surprised at the addition of another Daniels to Hogwarts history and also surprised at the four new Adams, which sparked his curiosity, raised an eyebrow. Both new professors looked to him at the same time as if hearing his thoughts and he turned away in a blush, Donny's suggestive eyebrow prompting him to turn away.
Across the hall, Draco watched, his silver gaze running along the new additions of Hogwarts, especially the new students in his year and a student in first year that looked, oddly, enough like his new professor. His Veela senses noted their similar smells but the odd thing was, Professor Lupin had a scent on him that smelt like them.
"Professor Daniels will be teaching Occumency to those in our sixth and seventh years who qualify and Professor Adams will be teaching a new course to those who qualify, Wandless Magic," the hall broke into excited whispers. Professor Adams smirked, taking a seat next to Remus who smiled a greeting at her, Professor Daniels doing the same though not looking to Remus, his eyes never leaving his brother and Harry as they chatted away, the shorter boy listening with mild interest on his face.
"So, Harry," Chris interrupted, tried of listening to Harry's friend ramble on and on about how much fun it was going to be that year, "do you think we'll be in the same dorm?" Harry looked as if he was going to do a happy dance on the table, thankful for the little interruption; he was starting to miss the sound of everyone else's voice.
"Well, we don't share rooms this year, we get our own rooms," he smiled at Chris.
"And now," Dumbledore announced when the hall became noisy again, "let the feast begin," appreciative murmurs sounded the halls as food finally appeared on everyone's plate and Harry stared lovingly at his plate of food.
"About damn time," Ron muttered, arming himself with a fork. Harry delicately grabbed his own fork and began to eat with fervor though with more subtle movements than what he was known for. Chris and Mike, along with the other newest additions such as Parsee, Alexis, Andrew, Louis, and a few old students, namely Malfoy and Seamus, watched, some fascinated, others semi-curious.
"Students," again, the hall quieted as Dumbledore stood for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. Harry muttered into his food, something about old talking bats, "I'd like to add something to this beginning years announcement. As a treat for returning students, there will be a welcome back celebration for our sixth and seventh years here, in the Great Hall." As predicted all sixth and seventh years clapped loudly while the younger years sighed loudly in disappointment. Dumbledore raised his hands for silence, "the theme will be light and dark. This is a formal affair so do wear your best robes. Invite someone if you will. The celebration will begin at eleven o' clock." He paused for a moment to look to Harry who had stopped his muttering and now had his full attention on the head master, "classes are canceled for the next two days and will reestablish on Monday." Dumbledore finally sat down and the hall was full of new gossip about who would ask who. Both Chris and Mike opened their mouths at the same time.
"Would you like to go to the dance with me, Adam?" Harry asked as he watched the younger boy push his food around his plate. The gray-eyed brunette snapped his head up and looked at Harry in surprise. Slowly, a light rose dusted his slightly tan cheeks and he looked down again at the puppy eyes Harry gave him.
"But it's for sixth and seventh years," he murmured into his food, his cheeks coloring farther.
"But the headmaster did not say I couldn't invite someone from a younger year," Harry smiled, leaning forward slightly. The shorter boy looked up at Harry from his food, his gray eyes shining innocently and Harry smiled. Those around him looked on with slacked jaws, even Ron had forgotten his food in favor of staring at the exchange made between his best friend and the first year.
"Okay, Harry, I would love to go to the dance with you," Adam said softly, staring deeply into Harry's forest green eyes. Harry smiled charmingly before grabbing a roll and standing, nibbling it a bit.
"Great," The Golden Boy grinned through his roll, "see you at eleven," with a skip in his step, Harry walked from the hall, not aware of the blonde from across the hall that rose from his seat as well.
"Potter," someone called, not far behind him. The Gryfindor turned, looking up into the face of his 'enemy'.
"Hello Draco," Harry's voice was somewhat light, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at Draco. The Slytherin ignored the humming of his ears and smiled lightly at Harry.
"Come on, I'll walk you to your room," Draco muttered, trying to tear his eyes from Harry's face. He turned in the general direction Harry was going as the shorter of the two caught up, his shorter legs making him have to walk faster to keep up. "So," Draco stated as they began the long walk to Gryfindor tower, "whom are you going with to the dance?" The ice prince tried his best to keep his voice tonelessly curious instead of hopeful and eager.
"Oh, I asked Parsee Adams to go with me," Draco's heart sank, "he looked dejected because he couldn't go and he's nice enough," Harry explained conversationally, still nibbling at his roll.
"Oh," Draco's soft voice drifted on the somewhat tense air as they continued their walk.
"I'll save you a dance though," Harry's cheerful voice did nothing to sway the smile that formed on Draco's lips, if anything, the smile encouraged it.
"And I will you," they came to a portrait down the hall from that of the fat lady. Harry turned to it just as Draco was about to walk by it.
"Good evening, Harry," it was a portrait of two little boys; one with blonde hair and blue eyes the other with black hair and brown eyes. Draco raised an eyebrow at the blonde one who reminded him of someone.
"Hello James, Lucius," Harry nodded to each of them. Draco's jaw dropped. The little boy was his father.
"Password?" The blonde boy asked, raising a little eyebrow in a very Malfoy- like way. Harry nodded and turned to the blonde Slytherin who continued to stare at the painting. The raven-haired boy chuckled softly at the look on his face.
"Yes, Draco, those are our fathers...better times," he sighed, getting a far away look on his face, "well, I must bid you good night for now and will see you again at the dance, I still have unpacking to do since I haven't exactly been in my room and I have to get ready for the dance." Harry rambled before quieting. Draco was now staring at him, his lips slightly parted in awe and transfixed on the movement of Harry's stilling lips. "See you at the dance," Harry whispered, stepping forward and leaning up. In one fluid motion the Golden Boy pressed his lips to Draco's in a soft kiss before pulling away. Draco's eyes remained trained on the spot Harry was standing in, his lips still tingling from the kiss as Harry retreated into his new room. The Slytherin sighed deeply, his pants uncomfortable on his bum as he walked hesitantly away from Harry's room, noting exactly where it was located. After all, he didn't want to force his way into Harry's room throw him on the bed and have his way with him.
Draco sighed again, that was the problem, because he did want to...
The Great Hall had been cleared of the house tables; the platform at which the teacher's table rested was now occupied with a live band, which played the cords to Muggle songs mixed with popular Wizarding groups. The ceiling was charmed to make it look as if the sun was shining though the stars twinkled beautifully against a navy blue sky. The floor was charmed to look like grass, the walls charmed to look like a forest, little fairies flying around. Every most everyone had arrived, including Hermoine, Ron, Seamus, Alexis, Andrew, Chris, Mike and Louis, so naturally everyone looked to the doors when they opened. At the door way stood a sight only they were blessed to see and probably would never behold again.
Draco Malfoy stood there, eyes slit, hair wild. Adorning his pale skin, he wore a white silk shirt that hugged him sinfully tight as well as his white leather pants and white leather boots. Around his waist he wore a silver belt, the dragon clip looking somewhat menacing. Around his neck he wore a single pearl teardrop. Naturally, gasps echoed through the hall and even Ron had to admit his enemy's handsome attire and features. Draco glided in the room and took a seat gracefully, Pansy at his side as usual, her outfit only consisting of a black, thigh high dress that left nothing to the imagination, as usual.
Not a moment after the crowd of students had gotten over Malfoy's attire, the Great Hall door opened again. This time, when everyone looked toward the door, the hall was filled with a deafening silence, the band haven stopped its playing in favor of staring fixedly at the door. Draco's eyes were mere lines when he looked to the door, at first angry someone decided to come in right after himself but then transfixed as he stared at the door as well.
Harry Potter with Parsee Adams, somewhat behind him, stood in the doorway. His long hair had been let over his shoulders in a black mass of silk, flowing over his shoulders. An earring hung from his left ear, the string attached to an emerald, which glinted mischievously in his ear. He wore a black vest, the small article of clothing exposing his well-toned chest and hugging his slim waist. His pants were of black leather, hugging his ass even more than Malfoy's hugged his, which his observes found out as soon as he walked in the room. But, in all of his sexy attire, that was not what most stares were directed to. On his back, reaching over his head and sweeping the floor were two black wings, identical in color to those on Harry's date's back. Harry's wings seemed the black version of angel wings while Adam's seemed demonic in their leathery appearance. The younger boy seemed like a minion standing behind Harry though to the side as he looked down. Parsee wore a plain black button up shirt; two buttons open exposing his somewhat muscled chest and plain black trousers though both articles looked tailored.
With a seductive smirk on his face, Harry held out his hand, still in the doorway and a blushing Adam took it. Now Adam looked more like his...concubine. Harry glided on the grass, his steps light and graceful as he went straight to his friends who had paused in the middle of their dancing.
"Hello," he said seductively, his word drifting gracefully through the tension and immediately the room was once again filled with noise and music.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron breathed, shamelessly raking his eyes up and down Harry's slim, sexy body. Mike stood next to him, licking his lips as his eyes roamed everywhere on Harry's person. Catching the looks he received from all of his friends, Harry's smirk twitched slightly and with a glint in his eye he wrapped his arm possessively around Adam's waist, pressing their bodies together, their wings touching.
"Where did those wings come from, Harry?" Hermoine asked before anyone could say anything about Harry's gesture. Harry simply tossed another smirk in her direction. The wings disappeared with a snap of his fingers, leaving his back clad in only his leather vest, knowing he would receive question after question about his attire tonight but not right now.
"They've been there since summer, Moine," Harry drawled, Hermoine's nickname rolling off his tongue seductively, "speak later," he said before she could ask him anymore, "dance now." As if on cue, the band began to play wild music, the drums running through everyone's veins and Harry pulled Adam into the middle of the floor with a mischievous smirk playing over his lips.
Draco Malfoy watched the exchange his eyes slit, ears humming painfully but he remained seated, watching with piercing eyes as Harry began to dance with Adam, the shy first year looking up at Harry with a mixture of adoration and something along the lines of lust. What was the Boy-Who- Bloody-Lived-To-Fuck-With-Draco-Malfoy doing? By now he had to have put two and two together and realized he was Draco's mate after the little kisses they shared that drove Draco insane and the looks that a toddler could understand! So why in all hell was he dancing like he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of Adam? That was suppose to be him that was grinding against Potter with that much fervor, that was suppose to be him Harry was smirking at like he was the devil incarnate. Damn it! With a growl to himself, Draco stood from his seat, which looked like moss but was really a charmed comforter, and glided to the dance floor. He could glide, why? He was Draco Malfoy and gliding was his thing, not Potter, not innocent, smiling Potter's! Pushing almost bodily through the crowd he reached the center of the floor. His body betrayed him, as well as his eyes. For what seemed like eternity he stared, watching Potter's body bend and move to the music sensually against Adam's, the younger boy's mouth panting, his face flushed as if Harry were really making love to him, and to Draco's utter arousal and horror, Harry smirked knowing down at the boy, snaking his body in a fluid motion against Adam's, he moaned. The first year actually moaned as he moved against Harry, his wings extending slightly then disappearing.
The music picked up pace and Harry moved faster, his hips swinging from side to side, grinding against Adam, his hands slightly in the air as he moved his arms sensually above him and around Adam. The first year was moaning louder now, his eyes closed tightly, head thrown back as he grinded against Harry, his body shaking all over. No one seemed to notice except a few people who stared open mouthed at the Gryfindor. Adam bit his lip as Harry wrapped his hands around his waist, the first year gripping at his shoulders as he panted. The song ended with one last, long note and only Draco's sharp ears, along with Harry's proximity, heard the long, throaty, unearthly moan that escaped Adam's swollen lips.
By the time another song began Adam laid limply in the Gryfindor's arms, his body still shaking as he clutched the older Gryfindor's shoulder for support. Harry smiled at the boy in his arms and placed a kiss on his forehead, the music to the next song starting to make his blood boil again, not having found release as easily as Adam.
"Do you want another go?" Harry asked, his body already starting to sway to the music, remaining oblivious of the sharp eyes that watched the exchange with growing hatred and arousal. Draco's keen eyes watched as the boy shook his head against Harry's chest, still panting heavily.
"Oh gods, I need to sit down," Adam whispered, finally able to stand on his own. Harry nodded, a small smile on his face at the flush in Adam's cheeks. Still holding him around the waist, Harry pushed past the crowd gently and seated Adam next to the other Adams, who paused in their conversation to look at their brother. Harry smiled at them and returned to the floor in search of someone he could dance with.
His hand was grabbed suddenly and he was pulled against a hard body, his nose pressing softly against the person's silk shirt as they wrapped their arms around his waist. Looking up in bewilderment, Harry's jaw slacked slightly and his lips parted. Draco Malfoy's eyes were mere lines for irises and glowing silver. His ears were pointed even more so than what they had been and they looked almost sharp. His wild locks framed his pale face, the usually light blonde an amazing white. The look given to Harry made him feel bare and venerable. As if reading his thoughts, Malfoy's arms tightened around his waist, bringing them impossibly close and his body acted immediately, the energy from the last dance still not spent. Slowly, eyes still locked with Draco's, Harry's hips began to swing and his hands dropped to his sides from against Draco's chest.
To his surprise, an equally aroused heat pressed against his own and he could not help the moan that escaped his lips, his eyelids falling softly, sensuously. Draco's eyes were so piercing and intense, as if he were trying to memorize the different greens Harry's eyes were made of. Was this what Adam had felt like? Draco moved his hips against Harry's in a circular motion, which followed the tune of a Muggle song, one of Harry's favorites.
"I linger in the door way of alarm clocks calling, monsters calling my name," the singer sung exactly like Evanescence. Through his daze, Harry looked toward the stage to see his favorite singer singing into her wand. Another circular motion of Draco's hips brought Harry's eyes back to the staring Slytherin, a soft pant escaping his lips as the song picked up in chorus. "Cause in my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple skies fly over me."
At the familiar song, Chris looked to where Harry was dancing with Adam. His shock was covered as he watched Harry and Draco stare at one another, dancing like fairies fly, the Gryfindor panting slightly and Draco smirking knowingly. Turning away from the sight solemnly he shook his head at his date, listening half heartily as Mike went on and on and how he should have been the one to take Harry to this celebration. Well there wasn't much he could do now; Draco had taken care of that.
"I told you I'd save you a dance," Harry panted against Draco's chest, the two of them still grinding even as the song ended and went into some hard rock. Blood boiling like fire, Harry licked his lips, looking back up at Draco as they began to dance wildly, the blonde's grip lost against his hips as he moved them around to the music of the song, all the while grinding and thrusting against Harry. The Gryfindor felt overwhelmed, his head spinning, feeling hands all over his body and Draco was in no better a state.
Though he did not show it, his body itched to shake with Harry's his arousal straining against his leather pants, his ears humming painfully but in a delicious sort of way his eyes never left Harry's face. He drunk in every moan and pant that escaped the Gryfindor's lips and every thrust and grind against his own hips were pure torture. The song picked up an inhuman pace and both followed it, their movements a blur to the human eye. Not able to take it anymore, Harry tossed his head back and released himself in a long 'a', his voice drowned out by the music, which also swallowed Draco's answering moan of completion. Harry's knees buckled but he did not fall nor land on Draco as Adam had done to him, instead, his wings extracted from his back and spread slightly, beating softly to lift him and causing those surrounding them to move away slightly, though most only moved without sparing a glance. Seconds later, they disappeared again and Harry stood before Draco on his somewhat shaky feet.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.
"I enjoyed our dance, Harry," Draco whispered in Harry's ear before the Gryfindor slumped against him, unconscious. The doors to the Great Hall busted open, revealing their new teacher, Liana Adams. On her face was a deep scowl, the thick crowd on the dance floor seemed to part with her presence to reveal Draco holding Harry.
"Stop this nonsense at once," she hissed out, waving a hand at the two of them. Draco flew from Harry in a hard jerk, the Golden Boy falling to the floor, as he was slammed harshly against the charmed ceiling. The band stopped playing and the dim lights brightened to show two long, black wings protruding from their new professor's back, similar to Harry's and Adam's. The first year stood from his seat at the sight of his mother.
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Harry's body jerked and he began to glow, his pupil disappearing in a fire of green, the white of his eyeball being swallowed by black.
Next Chapter: Harry's history and the Adams clan...
A/N: I'm sorry it has taken so long but I am sure you are tired of hearing that, since I seem to type it more often then I update. I'd like to send a special thanks to PIRATE BITCH NUT AND HYPERGURL2002, in which this chapter is dedicated to for they have reviewed me the MOST. Thank you so much ALL OF MY REVIEWERS and keep doing what you do to keep this smile on my face. Some Harry history and just a taste of lime, there's a bit of a twist, but all will be explained...
I was rereading my reviews and I just wanted to say that in the first chapter when I typed white substance, it was a simple mistake and it wasn't that important even though it kinda bothered me but that's fine. Again, thank you reviewers and here's what you've been waiting for.
NOTICE: Keep in mind it is only the beginning of the year at Hogwarts! There is much more to come!
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Where we last left off...
The door leading to the teacher's table opened and in walked Donatelo Daniels, followed by a short female with wavy black hair and sharp gray eyes.
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Chapter Eleven
"Professor Donatelo Daniels and Professor Liana Adams," the two teachers waved as their names were announced. Harry, surprised at the addition of another Daniels to Hogwarts history and also surprised at the four new Adams, which sparked his curiosity, raised an eyebrow. Both new professors looked to him at the same time as if hearing his thoughts and he turned away in a blush, Donny's suggestive eyebrow prompting him to turn away.
Across the hall, Draco watched, his silver gaze running along the new additions of Hogwarts, especially the new students in his year and a student in first year that looked, oddly, enough like his new professor. His Veela senses noted their similar smells but the odd thing was, Professor Lupin had a scent on him that smelt like them.
"Professor Daniels will be teaching Occumency to those in our sixth and seventh years who qualify and Professor Adams will be teaching a new course to those who qualify, Wandless Magic," the hall broke into excited whispers. Professor Adams smirked, taking a seat next to Remus who smiled a greeting at her, Professor Daniels doing the same though not looking to Remus, his eyes never leaving his brother and Harry as they chatted away, the shorter boy listening with mild interest on his face.
"So, Harry," Chris interrupted, tried of listening to Harry's friend ramble on and on about how much fun it was going to be that year, "do you think we'll be in the same dorm?" Harry looked as if he was going to do a happy dance on the table, thankful for the little interruption; he was starting to miss the sound of everyone else's voice.
"Well, we don't share rooms this year, we get our own rooms," he smiled at Chris.
"And now," Dumbledore announced when the hall became noisy again, "let the feast begin," appreciative murmurs sounded the halls as food finally appeared on everyone's plate and Harry stared lovingly at his plate of food.
"About damn time," Ron muttered, arming himself with a fork. Harry delicately grabbed his own fork and began to eat with fervor though with more subtle movements than what he was known for. Chris and Mike, along with the other newest additions such as Parsee, Alexis, Andrew, Louis, and a few old students, namely Malfoy and Seamus, watched, some fascinated, others semi-curious.
"Students," again, the hall quieted as Dumbledore stood for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. Harry muttered into his food, something about old talking bats, "I'd like to add something to this beginning years announcement. As a treat for returning students, there will be a welcome back celebration for our sixth and seventh years here, in the Great Hall." As predicted all sixth and seventh years clapped loudly while the younger years sighed loudly in disappointment. Dumbledore raised his hands for silence, "the theme will be light and dark. This is a formal affair so do wear your best robes. Invite someone if you will. The celebration will begin at eleven o' clock." He paused for a moment to look to Harry who had stopped his muttering and now had his full attention on the head master, "classes are canceled for the next two days and will reestablish on Monday." Dumbledore finally sat down and the hall was full of new gossip about who would ask who. Both Chris and Mike opened their mouths at the same time.
"Would you like to go to the dance with me, Adam?" Harry asked as he watched the younger boy push his food around his plate. The gray-eyed brunette snapped his head up and looked at Harry in surprise. Slowly, a light rose dusted his slightly tan cheeks and he looked down again at the puppy eyes Harry gave him.
"But it's for sixth and seventh years," he murmured into his food, his cheeks coloring farther.
"But the headmaster did not say I couldn't invite someone from a younger year," Harry smiled, leaning forward slightly. The shorter boy looked up at Harry from his food, his gray eyes shining innocently and Harry smiled. Those around him looked on with slacked jaws, even Ron had forgotten his food in favor of staring at the exchange made between his best friend and the first year.
"Okay, Harry, I would love to go to the dance with you," Adam said softly, staring deeply into Harry's forest green eyes. Harry smiled charmingly before grabbing a roll and standing, nibbling it a bit.
"Great," The Golden Boy grinned through his roll, "see you at eleven," with a skip in his step, Harry walked from the hall, not aware of the blonde from across the hall that rose from his seat as well.
"Potter," someone called, not far behind him. The Gryfindor turned, looking up into the face of his 'enemy'.
"Hello Draco," Harry's voice was somewhat light, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at Draco. The Slytherin ignored the humming of his ears and smiled lightly at Harry.
"Come on, I'll walk you to your room," Draco muttered, trying to tear his eyes from Harry's face. He turned in the general direction Harry was going as the shorter of the two caught up, his shorter legs making him have to walk faster to keep up. "So," Draco stated as they began the long walk to Gryfindor tower, "whom are you going with to the dance?" The ice prince tried his best to keep his voice tonelessly curious instead of hopeful and eager.
"Oh, I asked Parsee Adams to go with me," Draco's heart sank, "he looked dejected because he couldn't go and he's nice enough," Harry explained conversationally, still nibbling at his roll.
"Oh," Draco's soft voice drifted on the somewhat tense air as they continued their walk.
"I'll save you a dance though," Harry's cheerful voice did nothing to sway the smile that formed on Draco's lips, if anything, the smile encouraged it.
"And I will you," they came to a portrait down the hall from that of the fat lady. Harry turned to it just as Draco was about to walk by it.
"Good evening, Harry," it was a portrait of two little boys; one with blonde hair and blue eyes the other with black hair and brown eyes. Draco raised an eyebrow at the blonde one who reminded him of someone.
"Hello James, Lucius," Harry nodded to each of them. Draco's jaw dropped. The little boy was his father.
"Password?" The blonde boy asked, raising a little eyebrow in a very Malfoy- like way. Harry nodded and turned to the blonde Slytherin who continued to stare at the painting. The raven-haired boy chuckled softly at the look on his face.
"Yes, Draco, those are our fathers...better times," he sighed, getting a far away look on his face, "well, I must bid you good night for now and will see you again at the dance, I still have unpacking to do since I haven't exactly been in my room and I have to get ready for the dance." Harry rambled before quieting. Draco was now staring at him, his lips slightly parted in awe and transfixed on the movement of Harry's stilling lips. "See you at the dance," Harry whispered, stepping forward and leaning up. In one fluid motion the Golden Boy pressed his lips to Draco's in a soft kiss before pulling away. Draco's eyes remained trained on the spot Harry was standing in, his lips still tingling from the kiss as Harry retreated into his new room. The Slytherin sighed deeply, his pants uncomfortable on his bum as he walked hesitantly away from Harry's room, noting exactly where it was located. After all, he didn't want to force his way into Harry's room throw him on the bed and have his way with him.
Draco sighed again, that was the problem, because he did want to...
The Great Hall had been cleared of the house tables; the platform at which the teacher's table rested was now occupied with a live band, which played the cords to Muggle songs mixed with popular Wizarding groups. The ceiling was charmed to make it look as if the sun was shining though the stars twinkled beautifully against a navy blue sky. The floor was charmed to look like grass, the walls charmed to look like a forest, little fairies flying around. Every most everyone had arrived, including Hermoine, Ron, Seamus, Alexis, Andrew, Chris, Mike and Louis, so naturally everyone looked to the doors when they opened. At the door way stood a sight only they were blessed to see and probably would never behold again.
Draco Malfoy stood there, eyes slit, hair wild. Adorning his pale skin, he wore a white silk shirt that hugged him sinfully tight as well as his white leather pants and white leather boots. Around his waist he wore a silver belt, the dragon clip looking somewhat menacing. Around his neck he wore a single pearl teardrop. Naturally, gasps echoed through the hall and even Ron had to admit his enemy's handsome attire and features. Draco glided in the room and took a seat gracefully, Pansy at his side as usual, her outfit only consisting of a black, thigh high dress that left nothing to the imagination, as usual.
Not a moment after the crowd of students had gotten over Malfoy's attire, the Great Hall door opened again. This time, when everyone looked toward the door, the hall was filled with a deafening silence, the band haven stopped its playing in favor of staring fixedly at the door. Draco's eyes were mere lines when he looked to the door, at first angry someone decided to come in right after himself but then transfixed as he stared at the door as well.
Harry Potter with Parsee Adams, somewhat behind him, stood in the doorway. His long hair had been let over his shoulders in a black mass of silk, flowing over his shoulders. An earring hung from his left ear, the string attached to an emerald, which glinted mischievously in his ear. He wore a black vest, the small article of clothing exposing his well-toned chest and hugging his slim waist. His pants were of black leather, hugging his ass even more than Malfoy's hugged his, which his observes found out as soon as he walked in the room. But, in all of his sexy attire, that was not what most stares were directed to. On his back, reaching over his head and sweeping the floor were two black wings, identical in color to those on Harry's date's back. Harry's wings seemed the black version of angel wings while Adam's seemed demonic in their leathery appearance. The younger boy seemed like a minion standing behind Harry though to the side as he looked down. Parsee wore a plain black button up shirt; two buttons open exposing his somewhat muscled chest and plain black trousers though both articles looked tailored.
With a seductive smirk on his face, Harry held out his hand, still in the doorway and a blushing Adam took it. Now Adam looked more like his...concubine. Harry glided on the grass, his steps light and graceful as he went straight to his friends who had paused in the middle of their dancing.
"Hello," he said seductively, his word drifting gracefully through the tension and immediately the room was once again filled with noise and music.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron breathed, shamelessly raking his eyes up and down Harry's slim, sexy body. Mike stood next to him, licking his lips as his eyes roamed everywhere on Harry's person. Catching the looks he received from all of his friends, Harry's smirk twitched slightly and with a glint in his eye he wrapped his arm possessively around Adam's waist, pressing their bodies together, their wings touching.
"Where did those wings come from, Harry?" Hermoine asked before anyone could say anything about Harry's gesture. Harry simply tossed another smirk in her direction. The wings disappeared with a snap of his fingers, leaving his back clad in only his leather vest, knowing he would receive question after question about his attire tonight but not right now.
"They've been there since summer, Moine," Harry drawled, Hermoine's nickname rolling off his tongue seductively, "speak later," he said before she could ask him anymore, "dance now." As if on cue, the band began to play wild music, the drums running through everyone's veins and Harry pulled Adam into the middle of the floor with a mischievous smirk playing over his lips.
Draco Malfoy watched the exchange his eyes slit, ears humming painfully but he remained seated, watching with piercing eyes as Harry began to dance with Adam, the shy first year looking up at Harry with a mixture of adoration and something along the lines of lust. What was the Boy-Who- Bloody-Lived-To-Fuck-With-Draco-Malfoy doing? By now he had to have put two and two together and realized he was Draco's mate after the little kisses they shared that drove Draco insane and the looks that a toddler could understand! So why in all hell was he dancing like he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of Adam? That was suppose to be him that was grinding against Potter with that much fervor, that was suppose to be him Harry was smirking at like he was the devil incarnate. Damn it! With a growl to himself, Draco stood from his seat, which looked like moss but was really a charmed comforter, and glided to the dance floor. He could glide, why? He was Draco Malfoy and gliding was his thing, not Potter, not innocent, smiling Potter's! Pushing almost bodily through the crowd he reached the center of the floor. His body betrayed him, as well as his eyes. For what seemed like eternity he stared, watching Potter's body bend and move to the music sensually against Adam's, the younger boy's mouth panting, his face flushed as if Harry were really making love to him, and to Draco's utter arousal and horror, Harry smirked knowing down at the boy, snaking his body in a fluid motion against Adam's, he moaned. The first year actually moaned as he moved against Harry, his wings extending slightly then disappearing.
The music picked up pace and Harry moved faster, his hips swinging from side to side, grinding against Adam, his hands slightly in the air as he moved his arms sensually above him and around Adam. The first year was moaning louder now, his eyes closed tightly, head thrown back as he grinded against Harry, his body shaking all over. No one seemed to notice except a few people who stared open mouthed at the Gryfindor. Adam bit his lip as Harry wrapped his hands around his waist, the first year gripping at his shoulders as he panted. The song ended with one last, long note and only Draco's sharp ears, along with Harry's proximity, heard the long, throaty, unearthly moan that escaped Adam's swollen lips.
By the time another song began Adam laid limply in the Gryfindor's arms, his body still shaking as he clutched the older Gryfindor's shoulder for support. Harry smiled at the boy in his arms and placed a kiss on his forehead, the music to the next song starting to make his blood boil again, not having found release as easily as Adam.
"Do you want another go?" Harry asked, his body already starting to sway to the music, remaining oblivious of the sharp eyes that watched the exchange with growing hatred and arousal. Draco's keen eyes watched as the boy shook his head against Harry's chest, still panting heavily.
"Oh gods, I need to sit down," Adam whispered, finally able to stand on his own. Harry nodded, a small smile on his face at the flush in Adam's cheeks. Still holding him around the waist, Harry pushed past the crowd gently and seated Adam next to the other Adams, who paused in their conversation to look at their brother. Harry smiled at them and returned to the floor in search of someone he could dance with.
His hand was grabbed suddenly and he was pulled against a hard body, his nose pressing softly against the person's silk shirt as they wrapped their arms around his waist. Looking up in bewilderment, Harry's jaw slacked slightly and his lips parted. Draco Malfoy's eyes were mere lines for irises and glowing silver. His ears were pointed even more so than what they had been and they looked almost sharp. His wild locks framed his pale face, the usually light blonde an amazing white. The look given to Harry made him feel bare and venerable. As if reading his thoughts, Malfoy's arms tightened around his waist, bringing them impossibly close and his body acted immediately, the energy from the last dance still not spent. Slowly, eyes still locked with Draco's, Harry's hips began to swing and his hands dropped to his sides from against Draco's chest.
To his surprise, an equally aroused heat pressed against his own and he could not help the moan that escaped his lips, his eyelids falling softly, sensuously. Draco's eyes were so piercing and intense, as if he were trying to memorize the different greens Harry's eyes were made of. Was this what Adam had felt like? Draco moved his hips against Harry's in a circular motion, which followed the tune of a Muggle song, one of Harry's favorites.
"I linger in the door way of alarm clocks calling, monsters calling my name," the singer sung exactly like Evanescence. Through his daze, Harry looked toward the stage to see his favorite singer singing into her wand. Another circular motion of Draco's hips brought Harry's eyes back to the staring Slytherin, a soft pant escaping his lips as the song picked up in chorus. "Cause in my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple skies fly over me."
At the familiar song, Chris looked to where Harry was dancing with Adam. His shock was covered as he watched Harry and Draco stare at one another, dancing like fairies fly, the Gryfindor panting slightly and Draco smirking knowingly. Turning away from the sight solemnly he shook his head at his date, listening half heartily as Mike went on and on and how he should have been the one to take Harry to this celebration. Well there wasn't much he could do now; Draco had taken care of that.
"I told you I'd save you a dance," Harry panted against Draco's chest, the two of them still grinding even as the song ended and went into some hard rock. Blood boiling like fire, Harry licked his lips, looking back up at Draco as they began to dance wildly, the blonde's grip lost against his hips as he moved them around to the music of the song, all the while grinding and thrusting against Harry. The Gryfindor felt overwhelmed, his head spinning, feeling hands all over his body and Draco was in no better a state.
Though he did not show it, his body itched to shake with Harry's his arousal straining against his leather pants, his ears humming painfully but in a delicious sort of way his eyes never left Harry's face. He drunk in every moan and pant that escaped the Gryfindor's lips and every thrust and grind against his own hips were pure torture. The song picked up an inhuman pace and both followed it, their movements a blur to the human eye. Not able to take it anymore, Harry tossed his head back and released himself in a long 'a', his voice drowned out by the music, which also swallowed Draco's answering moan of completion. Harry's knees buckled but he did not fall nor land on Draco as Adam had done to him, instead, his wings extracted from his back and spread slightly, beating softly to lift him and causing those surrounding them to move away slightly, though most only moved without sparing a glance. Seconds later, they disappeared again and Harry stood before Draco on his somewhat shaky feet.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.
"I enjoyed our dance, Harry," Draco whispered in Harry's ear before the Gryfindor slumped against him, unconscious. The doors to the Great Hall busted open, revealing their new teacher, Liana Adams. On her face was a deep scowl, the thick crowd on the dance floor seemed to part with her presence to reveal Draco holding Harry.
"Stop this nonsense at once," she hissed out, waving a hand at the two of them. Draco flew from Harry in a hard jerk, the Golden Boy falling to the floor, as he was slammed harshly against the charmed ceiling. The band stopped playing and the dim lights brightened to show two long, black wings protruding from their new professor's back, similar to Harry's and Adam's. The first year stood from his seat at the sight of his mother.
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Harry's body jerked and he began to glow, his pupil disappearing in a fire of green, the white of his eyeball being swallowed by black.
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