Harry Potter and the Himeros Effect
Chapter Four: Song of Change
"Harry, this plan is amazing!" Draco had heard Ron say in exasperation just a day before. "However did you come up with it?" Draco had overheard the conversation while he and Hermione were reading up on Sirens.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ginny had said. "He's doing it so he can impress Draco of course. He's never come up with something so good."
"I wish this displaying stage would go on forever!" Ron had said. "We'd win every match!"
A light thud could be heard as Ginny punched her brother. "Don't jinx us, we haven't won yet!"
You didn't have to be there to see the glare Ron gave his younger sister. "Well we will with this strategy."
Draco had a feeling that Ron had been right. For now he was sitting in the stands next to Hermione, watching Griffindor go up against Ravenclaw. Griffindor was ahead with 122 points, whereas Ravenclaw had only 4; and it was only twenty minutes into the game. (A.N: Not very realistic, is it?)
"Go Ron!" Hermione cheered happily, jumping up and down. "No, other w- that's it!" And another score for Griffindor. "Where's Harry?"
Draco was searching the field. "I'm not sure...he was just over there but...There!" He pointed down low, to the farest side of the field. And there was Harry, speeding as fast as he could with his hand outstretched.
The voice boomed over the field, "And Harry's spotted- No, wait, correction; has caught the golden snitch!" Griffindor goes wild. Screaming, shouting, cheering, and every thing in between. "Amazing!"
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"Drac, love, please calm down," Harry begged from where he was sitting on the couch in his and Draco's private room. Draco had been pacing for an hour and he refused to stop.
"No, I can't," He replied. "Harry, by this time tomorrow night I'll be a full Siren! I don't think I'm ready to sprout wings!"
Harry shook his head. "You're over reacting love. It wont be so bad, really. I'm not all human and so far I'm fine."
"Ah, but you're not through with you're transformation yet," Draco argued. "That doesn't happen until we shag; I, however, will change at nine twenty two tomorrow morning-"
"You mean later today," Harry interjected.
"That is only eight hours away!" Draco continued, acting as though he hadn't heard Harry and continued to pace.
"Love, I know you're nervous but I'm here," Harry said, taking his love in his arms. "Confined in me...trust me..."
Draco sighed into Harry's shoulder. "I do...I just..."
"Just what?" Harry asked.
"I just...wonder if..." Draco could barely speak. "I know we're meant to be together, but I want more than that...I want love, Harry."
Harry pulled Draco away to arms length and stared into his eyes. "Is that what this is about? You're afraid of all this; becoming a Siren, being my mate, living a whole new life style; because you don't think I love you?"
Draco stared at Harry's chest, looking ashamed. "It's not that I don't think you care but...how can you hate me all these years and suddenly love me?"
Harry sighed, eyes heavy with his sadness. "I do love you, Drac; I always have."
"Then why did you reject me in first year?" Draco asked, tears building behind his eyes. He whimpered, "Why did you hurt me? All I ever wanted was to be your friend."
"I didn't mean to," Harry claimed in a soft voice. He'd never known he'd hurt Draco in their first year; sure, he'd thought he'd embarrassed him, but hurt him? "I didn't mean to hurt you, but you insulted the only people who'd ever liked me; the only people who ever wanted to know me, to be my friends. I thought that you were just...cold and cruel, so I tried to avoid you. But it hurt," his eyes began to tear up as well, whereas tears were already streaming down Draco's face, "It hurt because I'd wanted to be your friend even before Ron and Hermione came and sat with me on the train. I saw you get on the train and I wanted so bad to talk to you. Then Ron and Hermione...they'd been nicer to me in ten minutes then anyone else in my life; I couldn't be your friend if you were going to say things like what you said to them that day."
Draco cried into Harry's chest. "I'm sorry...I didn't know, Harry, I didn't know..."
Harry stroked Draco's hair as he let his own tears fall. "Don't be love...please, don't cry...I'm sorry too, I really never meant to hurt you...I've always loved you..."
Draco pulled away and stared wide eyed at Harry. "You did? You really...loved me?"
Harry nodded. "From day one...I didn't fully realize it, but over the course of the year I knew that what I'd done was a mistake. I finally gave in and admitted to myself that I loved you by the beginning of second year."
Draco grinned and pulled Harry's head to his, and their lips meet in a passionate kiss. "I love you too Harry. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. Can I make it up to you in any way?"
"Well-" Harry began, but Draco squinted warningly. "I know, I know, we have to wait...how about you just stop pacing and we call it even--for now?"
Draco grinned and nibbled Harry's earlobe. "Deal--for now."
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Harry awoke with Draco in his arms, just they way he liked it. He really didn't like when he didn't know where Draco was, so to wake up and see him sleeping soundly in his arms was a major relief for Harry. He brushed a lock of hair out of Draco's face and kissed his forehead before carefully sliding his arms out from under the younger boy and crawling out of bed. He used the bathroom and then turned the tub faucet on and began to undress as he waited for the water to warm.
As he reached his arms up over his head to stretch, skinny, warm arms enveloped his waist and the weight of a head was placed on Harry's right shoulder. Draco's warm breath on his neck sent shivers up and down his spine. "Good morning, love."
Harry smiled and placed his hands over Draco's where they met around his waist. "Morning." He turned his head and kissed Draco's soft cheek.
"Uhmm.." Draco moaned in pleasure. Then he opened his eyes and began licking and sucking at the pool of Harry's shoulder. Harry shuddered and sighed. "Mind if I join you love?"
Harry just shook his head, eyes closed. "Not at all..."
Draco laughed softly. "Like that do you?"
"Uhmm...It feels so good..."
Draco continued to suck lightly on the spot, tracing little patterns. Harry nearly gasped in pleasure when Draco began to move the tips of his fingers up and down Harry's stomach gently, just tangibly touching the skin.
"Oh gods Draco..." Harry moaned. "Where did you...ohhh...where did you learn to do this?"
Draco laughed into Harry's neck and didn't answer. Harry began a hum that sounded almost like a purr. It drove Draco crazy.
But water dampening their feet brought the lovers out of their daze like state. The tub was over flowing.
"Shit!" Harry gasped, pulling away. He mumbled a spell out and all the water dried up. He turned the faucet off and then drained the tub of a few inches of water. "There, I think we can get in n-" But he stopped when he turned around to face Draco, who'd stripped completely while Harry had taken control of the water. He appeared even taller than normal. He was well built, with a firm chest and muscles on his arms. His thighs were well rounded and muscular as well, leading down to the knee and shins, which were beautifully tanned like Draco's upper body. And Draco stood with his legs spread wide so Harry could clearly see all that he had secretly dreamed of seeing. "Oh..."
"What?" Draco asked innocently, smirking. "I assumed when you said I could join it would be without cloths."
Harry was just staring at Draco's glorious body as he spoke. "Yes, but..."
Draco laughed and grabbed two towels from the top of the sink, setting them closer to the tub. "Are you going to undress or shall I help you?"
Harry smiled. "Okay, okay." He pulled off the Griffindor red sweater, that Mrs. Weasley had made him the past Christmas, and was about to unbutton his jeans when Draco's hand stopped his own. "I thought you wanted me to undress?"
Draco grinned. "You know how I asked if I should help you? I wasn't really asking." He grinned and got down on his knees, looking devilishly back up at his mate. Then he leaned forward and Harry tensed as Draco did the unexpected; he took the zipper in between his teeth and pulled it down, then ran his tongue in the open space it had created.
Harry shuttered. "Draco..."
Draco just shushed him. He then bit the cupped Harry's ass and pulled his waist closer to his face, where he bit onto the top of the jeans and wrestled with it until the button came undone. Then he, continuing to keep his grip, he pulled the jeans to the floor. All that was left was Harry's loosely fitting boxers. Draco grinned and tore them off in one pull. "At last..." (AN: descriptive sex scene that gets interrupted for the transformation so be prepared)
Draco reached up and fingered Harry's manhood and Harry gasped out. "Draco, we can't...not till after your t-t-transformation..."
Draco teased the skin on Harry's lower stomach with is tongue. "Check the clock."
Harry looked out the open door and tried to focus on the clock. It was blurry from his point of view, and Draco was more than slightly distracting him, but he managed to make out the numbers. 9:18. Harry gasped as Draco suddenly stood and pulled their bodies close together, causing friction in all the right places. "Oh Merlin...gods Drac, don't stop..."
Draco grinned and leaned in, whispering in Harry's ear, "I love it when you say my name all slow like that...hanging off every letter...moaning it like just the word brings you into orgasm."
Harry whimpered, eyes squeezed tightly closed. "Just shut up and kiss me." And Harry took a handful of Draco's hair and pulled his head to his, lips colliding in a heated and passionate kiss. Draco was the next to whimper as Harry thrust his hips into Draco's, then wrapped one legs around Draco's thigh.
"Bed," Draco murmured.
Harry nodded, lips still connected as he blindly led them to the bed by instinct. When he opened his eyes Draco was sweating and had gone paler.
Draco nodded and squinted in slight pain. "It's happening."
Harry took both Draco's hands in his and held them over both their heads. Then he caressed the skin of Draco's stomach with his lips, trying to reduce the pain with some pleasure. "Just relax," he murmured. "Deep breaths."
Draco's breathing deepened. Harry could hear his mate's bones as they moved, sounding like they were twisting, melting, and reforming. Draco would groan in pain every few moments, gasping for breath every few second. He arched his back up when the pain was worst, and tossed his head when it was weakest. Finally he screamed out an almost inhumane scream and arched his back upward. Harry felt a bunch of cold, hard some things hit him from the top of his head to his heel. He knew they were the steal hard feathers Dumbledore had warned them about. He turned his head slowly to see what his love looked like.
Draco was a gasping, eyes closed. But rough bumps had appeared on his underarms and from them had grown the purple black wings. And Draco's short, transparent fingernails had grown to six inches of violet that looked about three quarters of an inch thick and pointed as butcher knives. His pale skin had gone to a bronze tanned color. Then Draco opened his eyes and Harry gasped; there were redder than rubies. Slowly Draco's breathing returned to normal, as did his body. His wings shrunk and shrunk until all that was left was the barely detectable bumps on his arms and his talons returned to normal color and then slowly shrunk back to regular size.
"You're beautiful," Harry murmured in awe.
Draco just stared at him for a moment with his new eyes and then grinned. "Play time."
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(AN: Ok, I would have done more but time just flew by faster than I expected and I still have those stupid finals to study for, so I gotta leave you hanging for the sex scene and Harry transformation. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes or otherwise but it was getting late so I didn't check over it. I don't think it was very good, but please R&R anyways.)