Tiger & Dragon
By loverstouch
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling. The story is based on Rowling's work, but the plot of 'Tiger & Dragon' comes from my own sick brain.
Summary: In the summer after his fifth year Harry is taken from the Dursleys to live with the Malfoys. The next day the Daily Prophet's headline read 'Boy Who Lived Died In Death Eater Attack' …
Rating: R
This is my first "Slash" fanfiction and the first fic I have published at all, so please go easy on me.
The story begins in the summer after Harry's fifth year, which means yes; it is post OoTP, but has nothing to do with HBP.
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I'd like to thank Draeconin for being the beta for my story. I'm really grateful for your help.
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Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 7 - Meet Tiger Emerald Ryan
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The cloth fell to the floor, and Harry gasped. He stared at himself open mouthed and his first thought was, "God, I'm hot."
"That's why Draco chose your new self like that."
Harry blushed, when he realized he had said it out loud.
"Sorry, I-"
"Don't be. 'Cause you're right. You are hot." Draco, who had just arrived as his father had lifted the cloth off the mirror, stepped beside him and looked at their reflection.
And yes, they were both right; Harry was hot. He was now nearly as tall as Lucius, and therefore the same height as Draco. His body was perfectly shaped; not too muscular, but obviously very athletic, and he had the tan of a Californian beach boy. His formerly messy black hair was still black, but cut short, and he had blue spikes which were gleaming in the light. His face had lost his childish features and, of course, his scar. Now he looked seductive and cunning. This effect was perfectly supported by his eyes. They were shrouded in mysteries. They seem emerald green, just like they had before, but there was more. They gave the impression that the pupils were gleaming blue instead of black, and there were also delicate blue stripes between the emerald.
"Beautiful," both of them said at once. They looked at each other and blushed.
"You made me like this?" Harry asked shyly.
"You are my masterpiece,"Draco said, smiling proudly at him, "my perfect angel."
"Excuse me?" Harry looked shocked at Draco, whose smile faded at Harry's outburst.
"Sorry?" Draco said, unsure if he wanted to apologize, or to know why Harry reacted like that.
"How could I ever be an angel?" Harry looked back at his reflection, a smirk forming on his cunning features. "Such a body must be made in hell. Gods, I'm getting hard looking at my own reflection."
"So am I," Draco whispered in his ear.
Once again, Harry blushed. "I'm sorry; I don't know why I said that."
"Because it's true," Lucius stated evenly. His gaze wandered to Harry's crotch.
Harry followed his gaze, and blushed even more. "I - I think I need to take a shower," Harry said, and rushed out of the room.
"Wow!" was all Draco could say, after Harry's exit.
"Good choice you've made."
"Oh, yeah."
"I think you should take a shower yourself, Draco; a cold shower." Lucius smirked at his son.
Draco looked down at himself, and with a mischievous wink, he left the room.
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As Draco came out of his bathroom, only wearing a towel, he noticed some ruffling coming from his cupboard, and a half naked Harry – no, Tiger - came into view, also only wearing a towel around his waist.
"What are you doing in here?" Draco asked.
"Getting dressed," Tiger answered. He was carrying some clothes to the couch in the corner of the room. "After all, I don't have any clothes, and the few I had, I had to cut up just to get out of them, thanks to you. Besides, I wanted to know what type of clothes you wear under your robes. And what can I say?" He held up the clothes he had chosen to wear; black leather trousers, and a blood red silk, button-up shirt which looked like it was too small for him, "I love your wardrobe."
"Do you have to wear that?" Draco looked as if he would pounce on Tiger at any moment.
"I can't just wear this towel all the time, now can I?" Tiger asked, a seductive smile playing on his face as he noticed Draco's towel stretching, inch by inch.
"Why not? I wouldn't mind." Draco smirked, never taking his eyes off Tiger's naked chest.
"I- I don't know," Tiger said unsurely, which caused Draco to look up, so he would meet his eyes. Not breaking their eye contact, Tiger continued in a slightly naive voice. "I could, but what would happen if I had to pick something up from the ground? Everybody would look at my arse." To underline his statement, Tiger bent down as if picking something up from the ground, his bottom pointed in Draco's direction. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Draco staring at his backside, and his towel stretching even more. "See?"
"Well," Draco said, trying hard to get himself under control. His voice was far too girlish for his liking. "I don't think it's that bad."
"Oh, but look at this." Tiger pointed at the towel, which now hung very loosely around his waist. "It will slide down. With every step, it will slip a bit more." To prove his point, Tiger walked around the room, his hips swinging ever so slightly. "See?"
His towel hung so low, now, that Draco could see some of the black hair at Harry's crotch, and he gasped when he saw that they, also, had blue gleaming spikes. He couldn't bring himself to look away, and he thanked all the gods for stretchable towels; otherwise he'd havea new towel rack by now.
"What do you think?"
Draco's head snapped back up, to find Tiger looking at him, smiling innocently.
"I- I think it is okay. You're still wearing the towel, and nobody would notice anything." Draco cursed under his breath about the obvious tremble in his voice.
"Are you sure?" Tiger asked sceptically.
Draco nodded enthusiastically.
"But what if when we're outside, say at Diagon Alley? There are so many people, the streets are always crowded, and we would have to stay very close together." Tiger had been walking over to Draco, and now he was standing right beside him. "What if I were to rub against you?" He took a few steps forward so that he was now facing Draco. On his way, he rubbed against Draco's side so that just their towels collided. "See?" He pointed at his towel, which now hung dangerously low, and was very, very loose.
Draco gulped. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "I…really don't see your point," he said hoarsely.
"Well, I think you're right," Tiger said thoughtfully, smiling at Draco. "I can bend down," he listed off, "I can walk, and it isn't a problem when I rub against someone. I'm sure I'll also be able to reach out for a book at Flourish and Blotts'. You know their bookshelves are all very tall." That was all it took. When Tiger stretched his arms towards the ceiling to prove his point, standing on tiptoes to use every inch of his height, his towel fell to the ground. His back had been facing Draco, so when he turned his head around to look down at himself (still stretching up, causing every muscle to tense up), he saw Draco's mouth open and close like a goldfish. His gaze was fixed on Tiger's arse, so he didn't notice the other teen looking at him. Slowly, Tiger relaxed his muscles and turned around, his arms hanging limp at his sides. "Oh, no." Tiger's anxious whisper gained Draco's attention, and the blond looked up. "Draco, what would I do if that really happened?"
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, slightly dazed.
"When the towel slips. What about all the people? I mean, if they stare at me, it won't be too bad." He took a step forward to be face to face with Draco. He looked around as if to prove that they were alone, then he bent forward and whispered. "But what if someone touches me?" His breath froze Draco to the spot. Tiger moved his head back, then walked slowly around Draco, who by now had his eyes closed, and his lips slightly parted. "What if they slap my bottom or squeeze it?" Tiger whispered from behind, in Draco's right ear. "Or if they stroke my hips?" he asked in Draco's other ear. "Oh, god." Tiger's slight moan was echoed by Draco's groan.
Tiger continued to walk until he was back in front of Draco. He took one last step forward so that he could feel Draco's breath against his lips, but all the time being careful to never actually touch him. "What if they want to kiss me?" he asked fearfully, "their lips on mine, hard, and passionate."
Draco licked his lips and bent forward, but Tiger was already gone, and was now standing behind him, whispering in his ear.
"Their lips slightly parting, demanding to enter my mouth." He stopped for a moment when he saw a shadow at the half open door. "Oh, god," he moaned absentmindedly, causing Draco to shiver. Tiger thought for a second to stop, but there was a nagging feeling inside him that wanted them to look. He knew who it was; Draco, Lucius, and he were the only occupants at Malfoy Castle, except the house-elves, but they were too small for the shadow at the door. He wanted Lucius to see. After all, what was he doing? A few words, never touching - that isn't forbidden.
'Note for later,' he thought to himself, 'ask if the potion changed more than just my appearance.'
He took a deep breath, and continued. "But what should I do?" He was walking away from Draco, talking loud enough for Lucius to understand. "I'd probably panic and try to beg them to stop. But that would give them the access they needed, and their tongue would enter my mouth." He watched Draco bite his lower lip and push his head back to the nape of his neck. He walked back to him before he spoke again, now whispering in his ear (still loud enough for Lucius to hear). "It would explore every part of my mouth, forcing my tongue to react. I wouldn't want that. I would try to push their tongue away, but they would just think I wanted it, too."
"That- that would be… unbelievable," Draco moaned his sympathy, imagining what it must be like to have Tiger's tongue in his mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" Tiger agreed, smiling about Draco's choice of words. "But what if they start to use their hands again? I wouldn't have to strength to push them away, when their hands would touch my face and wander down to my neck, then across my chest. What if they would touch my nipples? I wouldn't want that, I know that, but they would be hard by then because of the kissing and the physical contact." Draco let out a deep growl. "And my cock would be hard, standing there, proud of its strength, mocking me because I couldn't fight against all that." Tiger had wandered back in front of Draco, his hands touching Draco's towel, causing a whimper to escape Draco's throat.
"And then their lips would leave mine, just to wander down to my neck, biting and sucking. Oh, god," he moaned softly against Draco's neck, earning another whimper. "Then they would wander to my nipples." He breathed the way down Draco's chest. "Their hand would wind around my body and rest on my arse, while their lips would be sucking, and biting, and their tongue licking at my nipples. And then, oh my god, just thinking about it - they would wander deeper, and… and… oh, god, their tongue, licking, tasting; and then kissing the tip of my head, slowly opening their mouth, and sliding down my length. Oh, god, they would suck, and their hands would wander down my thigh, and then back up at the inner thigh until they reached my balls."
He was kneeling in front of the other boy. He let his hands ghost over Draco's skin so that he never really touched him. "They would - oh, god - they would massage and squeeze them, they would know I'm nearly there. Their mouth would release my cock to be replaced by their hands. Their mouth would wander back up to my nipples, my neck, then over my jaw line, and then back to my mouth. One squeeze on my bottom would make me gasp, and their tongue would gain access to my mouth once again. I wouldn't be able to stand much longer; I would feel my knees going weak. They would release my cock to wrap their arms around me to steady me, and then – oh, good god - they would pull me to them and grind their hips against mine, and they would rub their erection against mine, and then after one last thrust, I would feel them come all over me, and they would cry in pleasure and - oh… oh… - I would have to… I wouldn't be able hold it back any longer. They would lick my lips, and then kiss their way to my ear." He wandered around Draco, his breath following the way he described. "I wouldn't be able to register anything, anymore, I would be so close. They would nibble at my earlobe, and then they would whisper, "Come for me, my Dragon'."
And then Draco came, without one single touch.
When the aftermath of Draco's orgasm subsided, he saw Tiger walking away. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice still a little husky.
"I think I'd rather wear the trousers and the shirt," Tiger said. He got dressed, and then walked to the door, smirking at Draco devilishly. "I'll wait downstairs. Don't dawdle." With that, he exited the room, leaving a very confused Draco behind.
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?