Summary: Harry Potter is not human. Draco's Veela is starting to come through. When Harry is being raped at home. When he comes into his birthright. What will happen when Draco wants to help after Harry's friends turn on him? Creature Fic.
A.N: Thank you reviewers.
Warning: This story contains: Rape, Slash, Lemons, Sex. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All Characters, situations, and the like belong to J.K. Rowling.
On with the show...
With that John vanished into another part of the shop while Harry went back out front to find Draco searching for him. " Where the Hell were you?" Draco cried as Harry pushed the curtain aside.
" Back there." Harry replied nonchalantly, the barbell clicking against his teeth as he spoke, causing Draco to look closely at his mouth.
Draco marched forward and grabbed Harry's chin forcing the raven haired teens mouth open to reveal pearly white fangs and a glittering silver barbell. " Hmpf. You could have at least let me know that's what you were doing. Let me guess, a tattoo as well?" Draco said casually.
Harry nodded and turned around pointing at his lower back. " I'll show you tonight when I take off the bandages." Harry said simply as he went over to the register. " Did you find any jewelry you liked?"
" Yes. Here hang on, I found a few that would look great on you." Draco rushed off back into the jewelry area.
" I refuse to wear a collar and leash." Harry called after the blonde. Draco looked back at him a slight blush on his face as he shook his head.
Mari watched the two with a trained baby blue eye, smiling at the innocent yet kinky words from the boy wonder. " You know you would look good handcuffed to a bed with a collar on?" She asked innocently, head cocked to the side, as if she were actually seeing it.
" Heh. No thank you. I prefer the other way around, and I believe I told you I'm not your type." Harry commented to the bottle blonde in front of him, glaring at her.
" Just making an observation, that's all." She said defensively, holding her hands up in surrender.
" Here." Draco said breathlessly placing a hand full of silver articles on the counter. Harry sifted through the pile of silver and leather.
There was a leather thong with a silver ankh hanging down slightly from it. As well as a thick leather collar with a Celtic design in it. A mass of silver chains followed that, that could be worn around the neck or on some of his black pants. At the very bottom was a nicely made Celtic ring, a triangular knot in the center of it, surrounded by jagged black lines. The ring wasn't very thick, but not to thin either, and it fit perfectly on Harry's middle finger.
Harry pushed the pile closer to Mari and made sure to add the tongue piercing and tattoo. After paying a large sum of money for the new wardrobe Harry and Draco left, both feeling better now that, that had been completed.
They made their way through the crowd and looked for a place to have lunch. Spotting a small restaurant they made a beeline for the front door. Slipping in they realized that it was a little Itallian restaurant.
" This good?" Harry asked looking over the menu in front of the podium. Draco looked over the elegant script as well and nodded.
" Yeah, looks good to me. Table for two." Draco said calmly to the young man standing behind the podium.
" Right this way sirs." He said, with a slight Scottish accent. He lead them through a maze of full tables, the witches and wizards tuning their heads to stare at the pale blonde and the bronze, winged adonis.
He sat them near the back, with an empty table on each side of them. Harry sighed and moved his wings out of the way as he sat down. Looking over the menu that had been placed in front of him Harry quickly found what looked good and then chose from a much smaller list. (A.N: I actually do that.)
Draco on the other hand already knew what he wanted and was simply watching Harry, the way his wings twitched out of the way when a waiter walked by and how his lips moved, forming the words he was reading. Draco knew he was staring, yet he couldn't help it, I mean could you?
Harry could feel Draco watching him, a small smile fell across his face. Harry knew he looked good, Hell they had, had to hide at least twice on the walk just to give the fan-girls the slip. But for Draco, a young man who was known for sleeping around, with the female population, was staring at him with a look of pure contentment on his face, like he didn't care that Harry was indeed a male.
Draco seemed to realize that Harry had put down his menu and was looking around at the other occupants, some of which were looking avidly in their direction. They weren't just looking at Harry, but Draco as well. The blonde had just now become aware of the other eyes upon them.
The waitress came over and waited a moment to look them over while pretending to look for a pen. " What would you like to drink?" Her voice was soft, and full of kindness. Harry looked up at her and gave a small smile.
" I'll just have a water." He answered easily, not noticing the surprised look on her face at the sight of his fangs, or the soft click of his tongue ring.
" And you?" She asked turning to Draco, trying not to stare at either one of them for too long at a single time.
" Just water as well." Draco answered absently, glancing back down at the menu. The waitress nodded and wove back through the maze of tables.
" Well this is slightly unnerving." Harry commented as he looked at the wall next to them. " Never thought I'd see the day when people looked at me with lust in their eyes instead of hope. Oh well, I guess it could be worse." Harry murmured, his hand going up to his scar, fingers running over the now faint, pale bronze colored lightning bolt.
Draco looked over at him a shook his head lightly. " There's a first time for everything. Including odd looks from complete strangers." Draco said the last part a little louder then necessary, making sure the people closest heard him. Indeed they did, most looking away with faint blushes staining their cheeks others simply watching them a little more closely.
Harry gave a soft laugh, just loud enough for Draco to hear, and smiled brightly at the blonde, causing a few of the women and girls close by to sigh appreciatively. Harry rolled his eyes in distaste at the annoying displays. Draco chuckled at Harry's own childishness and realized that the Siren had never really had a childhood.
Draco's smile did not falter as he thought about the darker teens life. Not long after the waitress came back and asked what they wanted.
" I'll have the salmon with the lemon and herb risotto." Draco said calmly, glancing up at the girl to make sure she was actually writing it down.
" And I'll have the beef tenderloin with the red wine reduction sauce." Harry said easily. " Medium well." He added before she could ask.
" Alright." She nodded and then went off to the kitchen again.
Harry and Draco sat in silence for awhile, just enjoying the quiet atmosphere. Not long after the waitress left, did they run into a problem. A group of giggling girls, five of them, and a single young man, made their way towards the two teens, lead by the waiter from the podium.
Harry sighed, and turned his head away, wings moving automatically out of the way. Yet one girl, a nauseously thin bottle blonde, with pale pink streaks and bright hazel eyes stopped to admire the green and silver appendages. She then had the audacity to touch one, lightly yes, but all the same, touching a complete strangers wings, with out their permission, was out of line.
Draco narrowed his eyes as Harry's went wide in surprise, no one had touched his wings except Draco, and he did not appreciate the small hand on his feathers. Ruffling the glossy feathers Harry tried to get her to move on. To no avail, her hand simply stroked faster over the soft, smooth down.
Harry shivered in disgust and flicked his wing away from her hand, folding it around his side. She gave a startled gasp and backed off, going to the last open seat at her table, which was only a single table away from Harry and Draco.
" You okay?" Draco asked softly as he watched the girls carefully.
" Yeah, my stomachs just upset." Harry whispered, eyes closed tightly against the knotting in his abdomen. " Remind me never to let any one other then you touch my wings."
Draco looked at him in surprise. " You mean when she touched your wings it made your stomach upset, yet when I do it doesn't bother you?" Draco asked, brow furrowing in thought.
" Yeah. When you touch them it feels good, like a gentle caress on the cheek. But with her it felt like she had pushed the hair the wrong way on my arms. Rather unnerving really." Harry intoned, taking a sip of water, to wash the odd taste out of his mouth.
Draco nodded in understanding. " Maybe only magical creatures can touch your wings. Not humans, which she most definitely is." Draco reached over and stroked Harry's still bent wing with the tips of his fingers. Harry shivered in pleasure at the wonderful feeling of Draco's hand on his feathers.
Draco smiled at the look of pure bliss on Harry's bronze face and continued to stroke the green and silver feathers for a few more minutes. Harry slowly pulled his wing away from Draco's gentle fingers and looked up with overly bright eyes.
" Damn you." He muttered as he quickly placed his hands on the table. A faint blush had bloomed over his tan cheeks.
" What?" Draco asked, slightly confused at the odd reaction.
Harry shook his head and swallowed, not daring to look at Draco at the moment. " Nothing. Never mind." He murmured, his blush deepening.
Draco raised and eyebrow and leaned forward. " What's wrong Harry?" He asked looking into his face curiously.
" I'm..." Harry stopped. He had almost told him what was wrong, his blush deepened even more.