Consider this 'Here, There Be Drackens' 2.0. Fave, follow, review, etc.
Harry woke before dawn on his 16th birthday. The first change he noticed was his vision. He couldn't remember ever seeing so clear. He gazed around his room at the Burrow, where he'd be staying since the end of 5th year and everything that had happened. Shying away from those thoughts, Harry marveled at the depth and clarity of his new vision. What could have caused this? A creature inheritance, perhaps?
Padding on silent feet, Harry left the snoring Ron, his roommate, and made for the bathroom. He turned on the light and stared into the mirror. "What the fuck?" Harry asked the air.
Harry's new body was covered in pristine white scales, from itty-bitty ones to those the size of his thumbnail. There were patches of milky white skin here and there, but otherwise Harry looked like some dragon hybrid. As Harry stared, more details about his new body seeped in. His hair, usually a rat's nest, reached down his back in a waterfall of smooth ink. His lips were wider and his bum seemed to have been inflated. His face was slimmer, smoother, altogether more feminine. As Harry looked himself over, he mused "All that's missing are wings."
Cue searing pain. If Harry didn't have such a high pain tolerance, he might have screamed. As it was, he gave a small moan as two 6-foot-long wings burst out of his back, some magic cleaning up the blood that should have showered the room. Harry, once the pain faded, was in awe of his new appendages. He brushed a hand over his wing scales and found them very, er, sensitive. Blushing at his own reaction, Harry debated his options.
1: Keep this secret. Pretend it never happened. Shove this creature inheritance into the cupboard like a young Harry and never let it out.
2: Tell everyone. At least 1 person in the Weasley family had to know what he was. But he had no idea how they'd all react to whatever he is.
3: Tell Dumbledore, trust that he'd know what to do. Until then, keep his inheritance hidden.
He decided to go with option 3.
Harry spent half an hour figuring out how to conceal his creature features. Once he was back to looking like plain Harry Potter (sans glasses, those were going in the bin), Harry went back to his room. He grabbed a spare roll of parchment from his trunk and penned a quick note to his Headmaster. "Dear Professor Dumbledore, I seem to have come into some kind of creature inheritance. I appear as a humanoid with white scales and wings. If you could help identify what creature I am and help me integrate into its community, I'd very much appreciate it. - Harry Potter." Note finished, Harry went to the attic where Hedwig preferred to sleep. After a nip hello, Harry tied the note to Hedwig's leg and said "Straight to Dumbledore, girl." He let her out the attic window.
Now it was just a waiting game.
Little did he know how short a wait it would be.
Harry got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Molly Weasley was already up, cooking away. "Another few minutes, Harry dear," she said with her usual smile just for him.
Harry just nodded.
Other members of the Weasley household filtered in. Most of the men seemed catatonic without a cup of coffee or breakfast tea. Ginny, on the other hand, was a morning person. "Morning, Harry!" she grinned. Harry was pretty sure she was over her crush on him and saw him as another brother.
"Morning, Ginny."
"There's something different about you… you grew! Like, a whole inch overnight!"
"Late growth spurt I guess," Harry shrugged, hiding how his heart had stopped.
They were just finishing breakfast when the floo flared green and Albus Dumbledore himself came out.
"Albus! This is unexpected! Do you need anything to eat?" Molly asked.
"No, thank you, Molly. I am here to see Harry regarding an urgent matter." The professor said with his usual twinkling eyes. "Harry, if you would accompany me outside."
Harry got up and followed Dumbledore into the Burrow's back garden. "Sir, is this about my note?" he asked, wondering what was so urgent.
"Yes, it is. If you could just show me your face scales, I can confirm my hypothesis," Dumbledore directed.
Focusing hard, Harry undid the concealment over his face.
"As I suspected," Dumbledore sighed. "You, Harry, are a Submissive Dracken."
"A Submissive what?" Harry asked.
"Dracken, dear boy. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of them. They've been hunted to near extinction across Europe. Which is why you must disclose your inheritance only to those you would trust with your life and your future family's."
"Okay, so I'm endangered. But what exactly is a Dracken?"
"In a very real way, the hybrid of a dragon and a wizard. You possess the strengths of both and have very few weaknesses. The reason Drackens are labeled as Dark creatures is because humanity fears their natural superior. Those that didn't hunt Drackens for potion ingredients did so out of fear, pure and simple."
"Okay, so I'm kill-on-sight to certain witches and wizards. Great. Just when Voldemort is gone, I get a fresh batch of psychos wanting to kill me."
Dumbledore chuckled. "You need not worry for your safety overmuch, Harry. Your Dominants will protect you."
"Dominant, Submissive. What exactly does it mean, that I'm a Submissive Dracken?"
"Drackens are broken into two types: Dominant and Submissive. Dominants have bigger wings, more muscle, are very much Alpha types. Their function is to father the children and protect the family. Submissives are the opposite. Smaller, frailer, but still dangerous, don't get me wrong. Their function is to bear the children and raise them as well as caring for his or her Dominants."
"Dominants? Plural?" Harry asked aghast.
"Dominants mate to only the one Submissive. Submissives mate to multiple Dominants. The average is 2, and I believe the record was 7."
"One for each day of the week," Harry said faintly. "So, how soon do I have to mate with a Dominant?"
"That's why this is an urgent matter, Harry. You're an unmated Submissive Dracken. The pheromones you give off will drive every Dominant that gets a whiff of you mad with lust. To prevent you from being raped and claimed against your will, it's imperative that I get you to the safety of the Dracken Halls under Edinburgh."
"And how long will I stay there?" Harry asked in horror.
"Just so long as it takes to call a formal Submissive claiming meeting. You'll have your pick of Dominants from around the globe," Dumbledore said with a wan smile.
"You're saying I have to arrange my own marriage to a total stranger?" Harry asked to clarify.
"It's just the way things are done in Dracken culture. Most Submissives get all their mates within a year of their inheritance. It's the nature of the beast, Harry. I did not make the rules."
Harry wanted to throw a tantrum, but that wouldn't change anything. He went back into the Burrow, packed his trunk, and left the explanations to Dumbledore. Harry gave a halfhearted wave as Dumbledore took his arm and Apparated to Scotland.
Harry shook off the sensation of being pulled through a straw to find himself in a stone chamber. Two armed guards flanked a massive stone door carved with images of Drackens. Harry's eyes traced the door's artistry, getting his first taste of Dracken culture.
The guards tensed but relaxed when they recognized Albus. One called out something in a language Harry didn't know, and Dumbledore gave some reply. Both guards turned to Harry with interest. And for once it wasn't about his scar.
The door opened, and an elderly man in black silk robes came out. "Albus Dumbledore! You are welcome in the Dracken Halls. And who is this?"
"Harry Potter, Submissive Dracken," Dumbledore answered.
The elderly man, presumably also a Dracken, seemed to jump for joy. "Ah, the ancients heard our prayers! The last census showed a 20-to-1 rate of Dominants to Submissives. Submissives just aren't being born like they used to. Well, we'll take excellent care of Harry until his first Dominant claims him."
Harry was led by the man, introduced as Elder Titus, through a maze of caverns and hallways to a room fit for a king. "That phone is a direct line to the kitchens. Day or night, just ask for what you want and you'll get it. Are there any requests you have at this moment, young Harry?'
"Um, could I get a book on Drackens? I just found out about them today."
"Of course, of course! And don't feel you have to stay in human form. This is your room, and no one else but an elder or a house elf can enter. Feel free to stay in your natural form!"
Harry nodded and waited until Titus closed the door to slump his shoulders. Part of him wished he'd never written that note to Dumbledore. Then again, being raped and mated to the first Dominant to smell him was slightly worse than being held prisoner until his claiming meeting. Harry laid his trunk at the base of the bed and, after a mild internal debate, took off his shirt and took his Dracken form.
Titius came back and gasped when he saw Harry lying on the bed. "Oh, beauty! Why, if I wasn't happily mated," the man chuckled. "Here's your book, it's written by a Dracken so expect nothing but fact unlike those Ministry-approved books about us."
"How soon before the Dominants arrive for the meeting?" Harry asked, wondering how long he'd have before effectively marrying a stranger.
"The first ones will arrive within 24 hours, and you can meet them as soon as they arrive. Some Submissives wait a few days to give those further away a chance, others are 'first come, first served'. It's entirely up to you, Harry."
"I'll meet them in the order they arrive. And it's up to me who I decide to mate? I can just say no to any Dominant I don't like?"
"Naturally! This is the reason we started these meetings, so Submissives would have a say. You have all the power here, Harry. You only have to mate with who you want."
Harry nodded. He waved Titus away and opened his book.
He spent the rest of the day reading, filling his head with facts about his new race. He learned his scales would change color to reflect his Dominants', that his pregnancies would last 7 months with an average of 2-3 'chicks' per 'clutch', and that the birthing process for a male Submissive involved cutting himself open to get the chicks out. All that and other trivia about Drackens was absorbed over the course of his readying. When he finished the book, Harry felt he understood his new place in the world much better. Drackens, he'd learned, were dying out. Less than 5000 lived around the globe at the time the book was written. Harry's job, his duty to his fellow Drackens, was to breed and raise the next generation of Drackens. Harry felt a little resentment that his fate was decided for him by a trick of biology, but crying about it would accomplish nothing. If he had no choice but to be a Submissive Dracken, then by Merlin he'd be the best Submissive Dracken there ever was.
Realizing he hadn't eaten since breakfast, Harry picked up the kitchen phone. "Hello?"
"How's can Bock serve Master Harry?" came the voice of a house elf.
"I'd like a steak dinner, please," Harry asked.
"Right away, Master Harry!"
10 minutes later, a team of House Elves came in and set up a table. On it was placed a 16-oz steak and multiple sides. Used to House Elves overdoing everything, Harry thanked them all and settled down to eat. To his surprise, he ate every bite. Huh, Dracken metabolism. Pleasantly full, Harry laid his head on the super soft pillows of his bed. He was out like a light in seconds.
Harry woke the next morning to Elder Titus inviting himself in along with breakfast. "Another beautiful day! Ready to meet some Dominants, Harry?"
"Sure. You'll be there the whole time, right?"
"Of course, to supervise and make sure the Dominants behave. There've been, erm, incidents in the past."
"Lovely," Harry said as he had a bite of hash browns.
Once Harry finished breakfast, Elder Titus led him to a massive cavern the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Waiting around, Dracken features on full display, were 8 Drackens, all male. Their heads all whipped to Harry as he came in. Harry's sharp ears picked up growls, which scared him a little. He wanted to mate a man (or woman), not a beast who was slave to their instincts.
"Harry shall meet you 1-on-1 in the order you arrived," Titus announced. Pulling out a wand, he conjured two chairs facing each other. Harry sat down in one as Titus pulled out a roll of parchment. "Douglas McFinn," he called out.
A big, red-scaled Dracken with a mean look to his face came up and sat in the chair opposite Figuring appearances could be deceiving, Harry held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Harry."
"Hello gorgeous, I'm Doug," he said with a smile that softened his face. He shook Harry's hand gently.
"So, Doug, what do you do?' Harry asked. He didn't have to worry about money, Harry had the Potter Family Vaults once he turned 17. Still, he'd like to know what his potential husband did for a living.
"I'm an owl breeder. If you bought an owl in the UK, it's probably related to one of mine."
"I see. Well, I'm a student. So I have to spend the next two years at Hogwarts. How would that affect your business if we end up together?"
And then Doug stuck his foot in his mouth. "Oh, sweetie, you're not going back to school. You're staying safe at home."
"For the rest of my life?" Harry asked, appalled.
"Of course. Got to protect you from poachers and such!" Doug grinned.
Harry turned to Titus. "Next," he said firmly.
Guards appeared as if from nowhere and escorted Douglas McFinn out of the chamber.
The next six interviews went a similar way. They'd meet, they'd talk, things would seem to be going great, then the Dominant said or did something Harry didn't like and was dismissed.
"Etienne LaFortier," Titus read from his parchment. Harry perked up. A French Dracken? Guess Dominants really came from all over the globe to meet Submissives.
A Dracken looking to be in the late prime of his life came forward. His scales were a malachite green with traces of grey. He took Harry's hand and kissed it. "Enchante," He said, sounding truly enchanted.
Harry blushed. "Um, hello Etienne."
"I have a gift for you," Etienne said in English with the barest trace of an accent. He pulled out a bar of Honeyduke's finest chocolate. "I heard you tell one of those brutes you like chocolate. So I popped out to get you this."
"Thank you!" Harry said with an honest smile. That was the nicest thing a Dominant had done for him all day. Harry undid the wrapper and took a big bite. Once he swallowed, he asked "Please tell me about yourself Etienne."
"I just turned 43, I am an apprentice wandmaker. I come from old money…" Etienne started.
"Stop. Don't try to sell yourself. Just tell me about you," Harry cut off.
"Um, okay. My favorite color is green, like your beautiful eyes. I was Chaser and Captain of my Quidditch team at Beauxbatons. My ideal date would be a romantic dinner followed by a long walk, just talking…"
Etienne and Harry ended up talking for over an hour. Titus had a knowing grin when he interrupted a discussion about cooking. "Harry, dearest, I think we've found your first mate."
Harry blushed. Sure, they were hitting it off, but was he ready to commit to forever with Etienne? Harry reminded himself this was just the way Drackens do things. "Right. So… how do we make the bond?"
"Sometimes it requires a simple touch, others full-on lovemaking. Just focus on bonding to Etienne and touch him," Titus suggested.
When Harry's hand was taken by Etienne, it was like a key sliding into a lock. Where before Harry's heart belonged only to himself, now it was shared between him and his Dominant. His perfect Dominant, with his sandy blonde hair and incredibly blue eyes. His big strong wings and bulging muscles. His Dominant would be able to protect him, his Dominant was strong, his Dominant would give him healthy chicks.
Harry blinked and shook his head. He could almost 'feel' his inner Dracken retreat from his thoughts, curling somewhere in his subconscious for the next time instinctive action was necessary. Harry blinked up at Etienne. "Did you feel that?"
"Oh, yes," Etienne said in a daze. He was gazing at Harry as if he were a priceless treasure. It made Harry blush.
"From just a handshake, you two must have been extremely compatible! Now, you're both free to go. If Harry doesn't get pregnant this heat cycle, that means we need another meeting."
"So we'll just keep having meetings until I get pregnant?" Harry asked to clarify.
"Actually, even after you get pregnant, you'll need a 'grounding' mate, someone to tame your wild magic. If you don't get a grounding mate, you're liable to murder your chicks and mates in a few years in a bout of feral madness," Titus pointed out.
Harry gulped. While he wanted as few mates as possible, he definitely didn't want to end up killing his family. "One last meeting after getting pregnant, understood. Did Professor Dumbledore leave any instruction on what I was supposed to do once I got my first Dominant?"
"He said you would be welcome at Hogwarts, where you could enjoy the rest of the summer as you adjust to Dracken life," Titus replied.
Harry turned to Etienne. "Do you have to go home and pack?"
Etienne shook his head and patted a pouch tied to his belt. "Undetectable Extension Charm. I carry my luggage around with me."
"Then I guess we're moving into Hogwarts a month early. Titus, if you could just lead me back to my room so I can get my trunk?"
Harry followed the Elder back to his room, concealing his Dracken features and putting on a shirt over a fresh pair of jeans. He came out to find Etienne had a similar idea, putting on a button-up atop his black slacks. They both looked at each other, memorizing the human face of their mate. Titus coughed to get their attention and led them to the Apparition point, Harry dragging his trunk until Etienne waved his wand and made it levitate after them. At the chamber where he'd arrived, Titus gave a wave and boisterous goodbye as Harry clung to Etienne's arm.
Harry managed to keep his feet as the Side-Along Apparition ended. Etienne chuckled. "Clumsy, dearest?" his mate of 15 minutes asked.
"Magical transportation hates me. Floo travel, portkeys, Apparition, they're all out to get me. Except for brooms. Brooms I like. Though if I'm bound to get pregnant in the next year I guess I'll have to give up my spot on the Quidditch team," Harry mused as he looked around them. They were in Hogsmeade village, a 20-min walk to Hogwarts Castle.
"Dracken pregnancies are particularly fragile, so yes, I'm afraid I have to recommend against you engaging in any sports once we are with child," Etienne said firmly.
"Let's walk and talk," Harry said, taking off for Hogwarts. "So, as I understand it, my heat cycle started the moment we mated. I'll crave meat for the first third of my cycle, grains the second, and fruits and vegetables the third. Then we go on heat and have sex continuously for 10 days, which just sounds ridiculous."
"It's how dragons mate in the wild, and we're basically half-dragon, Harry," Etienne explained.
"How we don't die of thirst or hunger while we're shagging night and day for over a week, I don't understand. And it'll be a bit awkward to explain to my dormmates, so I'm hoping Dumbledore is giving us private quarters."
"I hope so, as well. It'd be terribly awkward to make love to you when we had an audience that wasn't made of fellow Dominants."
Harry blushed. "About that… the thing is… technically, I never…"
"Harry, are you a virgin?" Etienne asked, eyes wide.
"I've kissed a couple times. But otherwise, yeah, I've done nothing."
Etienne wrapped him in a strong hug. "Oh, mon amour, worry not. We can do as much or as little as you want before we go on heat. If you don't want me to even touch you until we're slaves to our instincts, I won't. If you wish to make love this very night, I'll obey. Whatever you want, Harry."
Harry looked from his height of 5'5 up to Etienne's 6'1 height. "Let's take things slow. I want my first time to be before the heat, but let's just work our way around the bases with what time we have."
"Whatever you want, Harry dearest," Etienne grinned.
They started walking again. Harry felt a slight tingle when they passed the ward line. Guess his magic sensitivity had increased with his inheritance. They walked up to the main door of Hogwarts, which opened for them to show Dumbledore there with his twinkling eyes and eye-searing robes. "Harry, so happy to see you again. And I presume this is your first Dominant?"
"Etienne LaFortier," Etienne said, holding out his hand to shake. Dumbledore took his hand and nodded.
"If you hurt him, I will be first in line to make you pay for it," Dumbledore said with his usual smile, which made the threatening words all the more disconcerting.
"I would never hurt Harry!" Etienne protested.
"Good. Just a friendly warning, dear boy, that's all. Now, let me escort you to your rooms."
They followed the elderly wizard as he climbed the staircases. "In earlier times, when students were betrothed and married before they graduated, we kept rooms available for individual couples to have privacy as opposed to staying in their House Dormitory. I've adapted one of these suites to accommodate multiple adults and potential newborns," Dumbledore explained.
Harry blushed at the idea of having a baby before he was done with school. He'd be the poster boy for teenage pregnancy. He could hardly explain he was a Dracken and the urge to procreate was turned up to 11 for his kind. "Could we get Dobby as a babysitter once the little one comes along?" Harry asked.
"Consider Dobby at your full disposal," Dumbledore answered with a grin.
"A House Elf I'm friends with," Harry explained to Etienne.
They reached a door on the 4th floor with a big sturdy lock. "I took the liberty of adding myself to the approved visitors list. For you, merely tap your wand on the door and it will open," Dumbledore instructed.
Harry tapped the door and let himself in. A fire bloomed to life in the fireplace as he entered. The main room featured a sofa and a few loveseats arranged around the fire, a kitchen, and a dining table. Harry explored the two rooms leading off from the central space. One was a bedroom with a truly massive bed that could hold 10 easily, with an attached bathroom. The other was a nursery, already set up with a bassinet and changing table. Harry was unprepared for the rush of broodiness that hit him when we saw all the baby things. Suddenly he wanted to be pregnant and have his first child by this time next year.
Etienne came up behind him and hugged him. "All in due time, mon amour. All in due time."
Harry blinked and shook his head, his inner Dracken again slithering back into the depths of his mind. He'd have to be more on guard for these instinctive episodes. Harry soaked up the warmth of the hug and then moved out of his mate's arms. "Come on, time to pack everything away."
Harry opened up his trunk and began the process of sorting everything into the right drawer or in the closet. Etienne did something similar, reaching into the expanded depths of his pouch and pulling out clothes and personal effects. In an hour, they were done. Feeling a mite peckish, Harry called "Dobby!"
With a 'pop', the House Elf appeared. "What can Dobby do for Great Harry Potter?"
"Dobby, please send up a lunch for two to these rooms, heavy on meat," Harry requested, knowing better than to argue with Dobby over his 'greatness'.
"Right away, Great Harry Potter!" The House Elf vanished with a 'pop'.
"That one seems to worship you," Etienne noted, sitting down on the bed.
"I rescued him from an evil master, now he bends over backwards to help me out. I try not to take advantage of it," Harry explained.
"So… You're THE Harry Potter?" Etienne asked to clarify.
Harry sighed. "Vanquisher of Voldemort, the Boy-Who Lived, yadda yadda yadda. I didn't even really do anything to kill him. He tried to possess me in May and my magic just… reacted. All I know is that afterwards he was dead on the ground next to me, surrounded by his horcruxes."
Etienne shuddered. "It's an abomination to make just one. To produce several… no wonder he was insane. We in France kept track of Voldemort. We feared he'd cross the Channel once he'd taken over Wizarding Britain."
"Well, thanks to my accidental magic, he's toast. And now I have a creature inheritance to worry about," Harry sighed.
Etienne came up to just hold his mate. "I'm sorry that you couldn't have a reprieve from chaos so soon after your tormentor died. But I promise, on my life, that you will enjoy life as my mate as much as you physically can. You'll want for nothing, I swear."
"All I want is a family. It's going to be a much bigger family than I thought, with multiple spouses and dozens of children, but that's all I want," Harry confessed.
They just held each other. Then Dobby returned with a massive lunch, way more than even two Drackens could eat. Harry chuckled and thanked Dobby after he set the table. Once he and Etienne were seated, Harry asked "So what happens now?"
"Well, first, we'll get to know each other this month to ourselves while we figure out how long your heat cycle is. Then it'll be as many more meetings as necessary until you have all the mates you need. And then we'll all adjust to being a family unit with the mother pregnant and in school."
"I'm curious, how would it work if I mated a female Dominant?"
"I suppose you'd be the only one of us allowed to fuck her when we went on heat. She'd get pregnant with your babies while the rest of us fucked our babies into you. Unless maybe she was inferior to one of us Dominants in the pecking order. Then she might allow herself to be fucked by them too. I'm not too sure, female Dominants almost never end up mated, and I can't recall ever hearing a male Submissive with a female Dominant. I just don't know the answer, my apologies."
"It's okay, I can't expect you to be an encyclopedia on all things Dracken." Harry took a bite of his chicken, idly wondering what something 'fresh' would taste like. "Is it normal to want to hunt live animals?"
"For a Dracken, absolutely. It's how we fed ourselves in the wild before we forced ourselves to 'civilize' and fit in with humanity. I can fetch you a buck or stallion tonight from the Forbidden Forest if you want," Etienne offered.
"I'll think about it," Harry deferred. He had the hilarious image of Etienne, Dracken features on show, dragging a dead carcass through the castle. Filch would lose his mind at the bloodstains.
After lunch was as demolished as it was going to be, Harry called Dobby to clean up the leftovers. That done, Harry and Etienne took seats on the couch, Harry ensconced in Etienne's arms, and asked each other questions, getting to know more about the other. The hours passed, the conversation flowing easily. At dinnertime, Harry again called for Dobby for a meal, which the House Elf over-delivered upon as he had with lunch. They ate what they could, then left Dobby to get the uneaten food.
Harry gulped. "So, I'm going to take a shower. You're, er, welcome to join me."
Etienne looked like he couldn't believe his luck. "Are you sure, Harry?"
"We need to get used to being naked together, might as well get started." With confidence he didn't really feel, Harry started to disrobe right there in their bedroom. Etienne swiftly followed suit. Once they were both nude, they strode into the bathroom and into the open shower. Adjusting the temperature how he liked, Harry braced himself and turned.
Etienne was a specimen of prime masculinity, no doubt about it. Bulging, well-defined, perfectly proportioned muscles all over his body, with an Adonis belt that drew the eye down to an impressive manhood. Harry gulped and felt self-conscious. He was slim, more from chronic malnutrition growing up than an intense exercise regime. He looked like a twig compared to a massive oak next to Etienne.
"Oh, mon amour, why do you look so embarrassed? You have a beautiful body. And those hips, so wide. You'll be able to carry so many of our children," Etienne said hotly, his manhood starting to swell.
Harry gulped. "Can… can I touch it?"
"Of course, dearest. You can touch me anywhere you want. If you want, you can top me one day. I won't mind bending over for you."
"Really? But… I'm not as big as you." Harry looked between the still growing prick standing out from Etienne's crotch to his own modest soft length.
"Of course not, I'm a Dominant. We grow with our inheritance. A Submissive has no need for a larger penis, so you stayed perfectly average for most human males your age. And I'm small compared to some Dominants. You really shouldn't compare yourself to a Dominant Dracken when it comes to the size of your manhood, dearest."
Harry reached out and gently took Etienne's length and girth in his hand. "It's warm," he said, a bit stupidly.
Etienne sighed. "Your hand feels divine," he moaned, more of his accent slipping out.
"Say something French to me," Harry asked.
"Je veux te baiser si fort," Etienne promptly replied.
"What's that mean?" Harry asked, stroking Etienne the way he stroked himself, with a loose fist.
"I want to fuck you so hard," Etienne translated.
Harry blushed. "Not tonight. But… I got to touch you. Maybe you can touch me back there."
Etienne rushed out of the shower and came back with his wand. Having Harry turn around, he pressed just the tip of his wand into that tight ring of muscle. "Scourgify," Etienne cast, and Harry felt the curious feeling of his bowels being magically cleared. That done, Etienne placed his wand on a shelf in the shower and grabbed a bottle of body wash. Soaping up his hands into a lather, Etienne pressed one finger into Harry's hole.
Harry jerked in surprise. It felt a little like pooping backwards, except Etienne's finger felt much nicer than any dump he'd taken. He enjoyed the finger as it gently explored his insides. Then Etienne touched a certain spot and Harry saw stars. "What… what was that?" Harry asked, amazed at the rush of sensation throughout his body.
"That would be your prostate, what makes anal sex so pleasurable for men," Etienne said with a grin.
Harry blushed. "Um, cool. And that's all I'm comfortable with for tonight. Can we stop and just get clean now?"
"Whatever you want, mon amour," Etienne promised, withdrawing his finger. He cast Scourgify on his hand just to be extra sanitary. Then the two newly-mated Drackens just focused on getting clean.
They toweled off and slipped beneath the sheets. Harry unconsciously cuddled into Etienne's body, pressing naked flesh against naked flesh. "Good night," Harry wished before falling asleep, the emotional taxation of the day wearing him down.
"Bon nuit, mon amour," Etienne wished, kissing Harry's brow before closing his own eyes.
Harry and Etienne enjoyed their 'honeymoon' period leading up to their first heat cycle as best they could. Harry caught up on his homework, with helpful insights from Etienne who'd been a straight-O student at Beauxbatons. They grew closer and more in love each day. Part of that was down to their instincts forcing them to bond emotionally, but it was also down to good old-fashioned romance. Yes, Etienne was over twice Harry's age, but Harry was attracted to maturity. Besides, they'd be living into their 200's and possibly even 300's with good health and medicine, so what was a couple decades here or there?
Harry craved meat for exactly 15 days. Then the next day he switched entirely to cereals and toast and oatmeal. Etienne kept track of it all in a food journal, noting Harry's favorite foods as well as what food groups he preferred that day. Etienne, like almost all French, had a high regard for food and how it was properly prepared. He was no Michelin-star worthy cook himself, but he knew his way around a stove. Harry, having cooked almost every meal growing up with the Dursleys, had long talks with Etienne about British cooking versus French cooking.
They explored their physical passions slowly and patiently. They spent one night doing nothing but kissing, ending with bruised lips, blue balls, and loving smiles at each other. Harry opened himself to more anal exploration, up to and including Etienne eating him out. Harry was quite surprised when he had his first orgasm without anyone touching his cock. He hadn't known that was possible. Harry explored Etienne as well, giving handjobs and then eventual blowjobs to the male pillar that would provide him his future children. They were working up to actual penetrative sex, but it was a pleasurable lead up.
Harry and Etienne kept to their rooms mostly, though Harry took Etienne down to the Quidditch Stadium to show off how good he was on his Firebolt. Etienne raved that Harry could fly for England with that level of talent. It was such a shame that his high risk of pregnancy prevented him from playing anymore. Harry shrugged. "There must be senior leagues. Once I'm barren, I'll see about joining a local club. When is that likely to happen?"
"For an average Submissive Dracken… around 100, give or take a decade," Etienne remembered.
"Gotcha. So I just have 84 years to grow as many new Drackens as possible," Harry shrugged, rubbing his belly absently.
"Not every child we have will be a Dracken, dearest. I dare say even most of them won't be. It's becoming rarer and rarer for Drackens to be born, Dominant or Submissive. And Submissives are all but dying out. There's talk that the bloodlines have gotten too diluted with our interbreeding with humans. That we're doomed to extinction," Etienne said sadly.
"Well, we'll do our part to combat that. Who knows, maybe our generation is where things will turn around. Now, let's get back to the rooms. I want my new favorite snack."
Etienne almost stumbled in his haste. Harry, for whatever reason, seemed to really like the taste of Etienne's seed.
The day before the students were due to return, Harry started craving fruits and vegetables exclusively. "We better prey none of my classmates are Dracken poachers. They can't fail to notice how I crave certain foods for a certain amount of time and then vanish for 10 days due to an 'illness'." That was the cover story Dumbledore had cooked up, that Harry had come down with a non-contagious but debilitating disease that forced him to spend over a week in quarantine every month and a half.
"It's not like we can change your diet. Let's just hope no one connects the dots," Etienne said with a shrug.
As Harry had his last bite of Eggplant Parmesan, he gulped. "Um… can tonight be the night?"
Etienne sat up, his own meal forgotten. "You don't even have to ask, dearest. Just say the word and we'll make love any way you want."
"I… I want you to be on top, looking down at me, kissing me as we do it. Is that okay?"
"Of course, mon amour," Etienne purred.
They made love that night, the first of many times. Harry learned what it was like to be filled by his man, and Etienne learned the sweet embrace of his beloved's hole. They wound up coming together all night, losing count and track of time. When morning light came in through the window, Harry blinked. "We spent all night basically exercising and yet I feel wide awake. Why is that?"
"Sex has a strange power to replace sleep," Etienne observed. "Oh, there's something I meant to give you."
Etienne walked to his drawer, pulling out a box. Harry admired his mate's backside before he turned and got down on one knee. Harry's jaw dropped as he saw the twinkling diamond set in a gold band. "Veux-tu m'épouser?"
"Oui," Harry said, knowing at least that word. Harry marveled at the ring as Etienne slid it down his finger. "Where did you even get this? You haven't left my side all month!"
"I bought it when I was 16 before my first Submissive claiming meeting. I've waited 27 years for the chance to give it to my mate. Now I have," Etienne grinned, leaning in to kiss his lover.
"What are we going to do about all my other mates? Do they each get a different finger?" Harry wondered.
Etienne chuckled. "We can fuse the rings together. That's probably more appropriate anyway, a united symbol of your commitment to all of us. The rest of us will just get gold bands."
Harry kissed Etienne. "No matter how many I get, I loved you first. Remember that."
Etienne decided that he had one more round left in him.
After a pleasantly long session and a hot shower, Harry called for Dobby for breakfast. The House Elf gasped when he saw the ring. "Great Harry Potter is getting married?"
"Yes, Dobby, to multiple people. At least two, Etienne is just the first," Harry explained.
"Is Great Harry Potter a creature, perhaps?"
Harry and Etienne exchanged worried glances. "Yes, but please don't tell anyone that, Dobby. It's supposed to be a secret."
"Dobby will tell no one!" Dobby swore. "Dobby be getting Great Harry Potter's and mate's breakfast." With a 'pop', he disappeared.
They had a tasty meal, prepared per Dobby's insane standards when it came to Harry. How the House Elf made a cucumber stick so tasty was a mystery to Harry. Then Harry checked he had all his summer assignments done and then it was just a day pleasantly reading a book he got from the library about polyamorous relationships in creatures, while Etienne read his own book on wandlore. They sat on the couch together, playfully nudging each other with their feet on occasion, whiling away the hours until the Welcoming Feast.
At 7:00, Harry led Etienne down to the Great Hall. They were the first to arrive apart from the teachers. Wanting to avoid talking to anyone but his friends, Harry sat Etienne down next to him at the end of the table closest the door.
The older year students began to filter in. Eventually, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny came in along with Luna and Neville. Waving Luna away, the four came to sit next to or across from Harry and Etienne. "Mate, what happened to you? Dumbledore said you had some disease! And who's this?"
Ron asked.
"I wrote Dumbledore about some symptoms I was having and he identified it as a rare genetic disease. I'm not contagious, but I'm going to basically go into a coma for over a week periodically every month and a half," Harry sighed like it was such a burden. "And on a totally unrelated note, here's my fiance, Etienne LaFortier."
"WHAT?!" Ginny exclaimed. "How the hell did you get engaged since we last saw you, that was only a month ago?!"
"Love moves at its own pace. We met, it felt right, I proposed," Etienne said with his most charming grin.
Hermione had narrowed eyes. "Harry, has he had access to your food and drink?"
"I am NOT being dosed with love potion, Hermione. I love Etienne and he loves me. We're getting married, and that's that. And it turns out we're both polyamorous so we'll probably be picking up some more husbands somewhere down the line," Harry said.
Ron was gaping. "You… you're gay?"
Harry sighed. "I'm attracted to masculinity. Bigger, stronger, fitter, stuff like that. Certain women can turn my head but otherwise, yeah, I'm all about the men."
By that point, the Great Hall was getting pretty full. The First Years would be led in pretty soon.
"Well, congratulations, Harry! Sucks about your illness but at least you got a decent consolation prize," Neville grinned.
Harry grinned and leaned into Etienne's side. The older wrapped an arm around Harry's waist. "Yes, thank you. That was the reaction I was hoping for."
"Oh, best of luck to you both, Harry. I'm not unsupportive, this is just a surprise," Hermione said quickly.
"Er, yeah. Congrats, you two," Ron said dully.
Then McGonagall led in the First Years for the Sorting. The Sorting Hat sang its song for that year and then did its job of Sorting each student placed under it. Soon enough, every last student was Sorted and Dumbledore called the Feast to open.
Harry stacked his plate with vegetables. "I have to follow this weird diet to help with my illness. Right now I'm in the 'only fruits and vegetables' phase," Harry explained to his friends at their odd looks.
"No meat?" Ron asked, like he couldn't fathom a vegetarian meal.
"I get meat, just only for the first 15 days after my coma. Then it's a switch to grains, and then to fruits and vegetables. Then I pass out and it restarts when I wake up." Harry took a big bite of carrots and peas. "Don't ask me why, I couldn't make sense of the medical jargon."
Harry's friends spent most of the meal asking for more details about Etienne and their supposed whirlwind romance. Harry tried to keep the lying to a minimum. "I was diagnosed at this speciality clinic in Edinburgh. Etienne was also there. We met and got to talking and he came to Hogwarts with me. That's really about it." Etienne answered any and all personal questions about himself without hesitation, eager to make a good impression on his fiance's friends.
At the end of the feast, there were the usual start-of-term announcements, and then they were all released to go to their rooms. Harry led Etienne through a series of secret passages back to their rooms, where they retired for the night.
Harry started classes the next day, and found it almost debilitating to be away from Etienne. His heart wasn't in his work, it was waiting in their rooms. They got meal times together, which tided Harry over, but he could only imagine how much worse it would be to spend most of the day away from his Dominants and babies.
The day before his heat was due, Harry got a hug or goodbye from all his friends. Harry insisted they couldn't visit. "I'll just be lying there dead to the world. It won't make a difference. I appreciate the thought but spare yourselves the time."
Then Harry and Etienne locked themselves in their soundproofed rooms and waited for the heat to strike.
It came in the early hours of the morning. Harry woke up, Dracken features already on display, feeling like he was on fire. Whose bright idea was it that Drackens had to reach an internal temperature of 110 degrees Fahrenheit to conceive? Harry whined in distress, and then his Dominant was there. Above him, around him, inside him, moving and stoking the flames. It was still painful, but it was a pain he needed, that Harry desperately wanted. They moved like animals, for that's all they were, rutting animals trying to conceive a child.
Harry passed most of the heat in an instinctive haze. When next he regained consciousness, it was like waking from a vivid dream. He was sore all over, particularly in his bum, and he had to piss like nobody's business. Harry limped to the bathroom and found Etienne drawing a bath. "For us to recover," he explained as Harry sat on the toilet and did his business.
"Am I pregnant? Only need two mates?" Harry asked hopefully.
"I'm sorry, dearest, you're not. You need more than just me to get you pregnant," Etienne said with a mournful expression.
"It'll happen eventually. Might even be yours one of the times," Harry offered with a wan smile. Flushing the toilet, he led Etienne into their tub and sat down in the hot, potion-laced water.
"So this means another trip to the Dracken Halls?" Harry asked.
"Yes, and sooner rather than later. You can ill afford to miss more school than you have already," Etienne answered.
They soaked in the water, just enjoying the other's presence. "I feel closer to you, more settled," Harry mused.
"Our bond is complete now. You and I are mated for life," Etienne revealed.
"So it's some other Dominant's job to be on eggshells around me," Harry reflected.
"Until we're all together and bonded by your pregnant heat. Then the Potter clan will be complete," Etienne said.
"It's named after the Submissive?" Harry asked.
"It's been the trend for the last century. Others go for the top-Dominant. Others try hyphenating."
"Who ends up top-Dominant?"
"Whoever wins the dominance battles in the end, dearest."
"Where do you see yourself?"
"I don't know, I haven't met my competition yet."
"Well, let's go meet them."
They finished their bath and got dressed. Harry saw it was 4:00 am, they'd ended 10 days to the dot after the start of the heat. They went up to the statue guarding Dumbledore's office. Harry worked through a list of candies until he finally struck gold and the statue began to rotate. They went up the staircase and entered the office.
Dumbledore, despite the early hour, was sitting behind his desk with a smile. "Ah, Harry, Etienne. I take it your first heat period was survived."
"Despite my best efforts, I couldn't actually mate Harry to death," Etienne joked.
"Next time, you'll have reinforcements. Which brings us to why we're here. We need a trip to the Dracken Halls," Harry asked.
"Very well. I shall tell the staff and your friends you went to be checked at the 'specialty clinic' in Edinburgh. You'll need your own excuse for why you'll be bringing back another mate," Dumbledore chuckled. He waved his wand at a paperweight, which glowed blue. "Touch now." Harry and Etienne gripped the paperweight together. With the jerk of a portkey, they appeared in the receiving chamber of the Dracken Halls.
Harry waved at the two guards, Etienne becoming a silent presence at his side. Gathering the family together was the Submissive's job. The Dominants' job was to not kill each other, and keep the Submissive alive.
Elder Titus arrived soon enough. "Harry, dear one! How good to have you back. The Dominants have been going mad waiting for you. We've had 7 deaths just this week."
"Wait… the Dominants waited here for me to go through my heat?" Harry asked, aghast.
"Of course! They don't want to miss this chance. This might be their only shot at love and children," Elder Titus said like it was obvious.
"Ah." Harry hadn't realized the Dominants kept coming and didn't leave when he left with Etienne. It was an uncomfortable realization. "How many Dominants are waiting to see me?"
"298, and more come every day," Titus said gleefully.
"How many?! How am I going to meet each of them? We'll be here for weeks!" Harry cried in dismay.
"Most Submissives exclude based on certain characteristics, such as age, wing span, or net income," Titus offered.
"That doesn't help, I want the most compatible, not the youngest or biggest or richest," Harry sighed.
Titus shrugged. "If you don't want to meet every single one for you to form an opinion, you'll need some discerning factors."
Harry sighed and walked into the massive cavern where the Dominants were gathered. Despite the early hour, all were wide awake. They stood and stared and growled at each other, almost 300 Dominants all hoping to become Harry's mate. Harry gulped. What order did he want to meet them in? Were there some that he could dismiss right away?
"I want everyone who's already married or in a relationship gone. I won't be party to a homewrecking."
Titus nodded and began to eliminate names from his roll of parchment. Guards came out to escort those that didn't willingly comply.
"I want all those who started a fight while waiting gone unless they acted in self-defense only."
Titus nodded and knocked more names off.
Harry scrounged his mind for one last qualifier. "I want the unemployed gone. Even if your family's rich, you should have a job or passion."
More were escorted out. In the end, about 150 Dominants were left in the room. Harry sighed. "Now it's just in the order they arrived as usual," he stated. He sat down in his chair, Etienne looming protectively behind his right shoulder.
The interviews started. Harry made an honest go at getting to know each Dominant that sat down in front of him. Most of the interviews lasted less than 3 minutes before the Dominant said or did something that Harry deemed them dismissed for. If they reached the 5 minute mark, Harry brought in Etienne to check if the Dominant was compatible with more than just Harry. That's when Harry learned that Dominant posturing was truly a thing to behold, as nearly every Dominant tried to imply they would be bigger/better/faster than Etienne.
Harry was just about to call for lunch and get a break from the madness when the biggest Dominant he'd ever seen came up and sat down in the chair, seeming to have to squeeze down into the rather large seat.
"Uh, hi. I'm Harry," Harry said, looking up and up at the Dominant's face. He had to almost crane his neck to view the Dominant's blockish features, as if his face had been carved from a hunk of granite. He had black hair and eyes so dark a green they almost appeared black at a distance. His scales were a shade of maroon, a purplish red that covered his torso and wings.
"Hi, I'm Ogden Thwaite, but everyone calls me Og," he said in a rumbling but perfectly clear bass.
"Hi, Og. Um, what's your stance on my staying in school?" Harry asked, falling on one of the questions he'd used to weed out potential Dominants.
"It's important you get a full education. That way you can get a job once all the kids are grown up instead of being stuck at home," Og said.
"Thank you for that. I have to ask, how tall are you?"
"7'5," Og replied, shrugging in a 'what you gonna do' gesture.
"I bet you get asked that all the time. Sorry for not being more original," Harry said with a nervous giggle.
"No problem, Harry," Og grinned, and however brutish his face, it was a sweet smile he gave to Harry.
"What do you do for a living, Og?" Harry asked, getting past Og's sheer size to treat him like any other potential Dominant.
"I work in the Ministry Patent Office as a clerk. It's not my dream job, but it pays the bills," Og shrugged.
"What would you want to do, if you had the chance?" Harry asked, curious.
"I'd love to teach Arithmancy at Hogwarts or any other school. I love Arithmancy, and I want to share that with the next generation," Og said, his whole life lighting up. But then he became resigned. "But Professor Vector won't retire for decades. And I never got my Arithmancy Mastery anyway. It's just a dream."
"Well, I hope you get to pursue it one day," Harry wished brightly. He had a good feeling about Og. And it wasn't just his inner Dracken drooling over his size.
Harry and Og kept talking, Etienne being invited in at some point. The three had been talking for maybe half an hour when one Dominant in line shouted "Hey! Why's he getting so much time?"
"Whoever that was, I want them gone," Harry told Elder Titus. "And I think Og and I are compatible."
"I see! Well, you remember the procedure, Harry dear one," the older Dracken waved.
Harry held out his hand to Og, who took it as gently as was possible given the massive size of his paw. There was the sensation of a key going into a lock and Harry had another mate. Harry blinked through the rush of hormones filing him with affection for the huge Dominant. "How do you bond with Etienne?"
"We'll bond during your next heat, dearest," Etienne explained.
There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth from the Dominants who hadn't had a chance to see him as it became clear Harry had picked his second mate. Elder Titus gently tucked the nascent trio out of the interview room and back towards the receiving chamber. "Well, I suppose we'll be seeing you in about 55 days, dear one. You still need at least one more mate, after all."
"This is ridiculous. Why does it take two or more Dominants just to get me pregnant?" Harry huffed.
"It's because you're so powerful, Harry dearest. Your natural magic blocks the entrance to your womb until it's overwhelmed by the magic in your Dominants' seed. Mine wasn't enough alone, and maybe mine and Og's combined still won't be enough," Etienne explained.
"Good to know," Harry rolled his eyes. "So it's my fault for having too much magic."
"It's not your fault. No one is at fault here. It just is," Og said simply.
They reached the receiving chamber and Harry took both his mates' hands in his in anticipation of Side-Along Apparition. Elder Titus waved goodbye as Harry, Etienne, and Og slipped through space-time.
They appeared in Hogsmeade, Ogden looking around. "I haven't been here since my last visit seventh year at Hogwarts."
"How old are you, Og?" Harry asked.
"27. I was a First Year the year you were born," Og shrugged.
"Well, I'm 43. I'm exactly as old as both of you put together," Etienne chimed in.
They found a bit of laughter at that coincidence. "So, is there a reason you're so tall?" Harry asked as he led both of his mates through the picturesque town.
"My grandfather on Mum's side was half-giant. She got off easy, only 6'6. I was 6'10 the day before I got my inheritance. Then I ballooned up to where I am now overnight," Og explained.
They kept up light conversation all the way up to Hogwarts. Harry used his masterful knowledge of all the secret passageways to get them from the entrance to their private rooms without being seen by anyone but the portraits. Og took a look around as Harry and Etienne made themselves comfortable. "These are very nice rooms. Professor Dumbledore was in a good mood when he assigned you these," the 1/8 giant observed.
"Wait till you see the House Elf," Etienne chuckled.
"Which reminds me," Harry mused. "Dobby!"
Dobby popped in, wearing colorful socks as always. "How's can Dobby help Great Harry Potter?"
"Dobby, meet my second mate, Ogden Thwaite. The three of us need lunch, heavy on meat, the rarer the better, please," Harry instructed.
"Right away, Great Harry Potter!" With a pop, Dobby vanished.
Og blinked. "That one seemed even more reverential than usual."
"It's a long story," Harry sighed. "The short version is I tricked his abusive master into giving him a sock and now he'd give me a kidney if I asked."
"I see," Og mused. He pulled a shrunken suitcase out of his pocket and enlarged it. "I'll just get myself settled in."
"Help yourself, we have plenty of room," Harry waved away. Harry suspected that Dumbledore knew Harry would need more mates than average due to his natural power level when he was decorating their suite. The rooms could host a family of 10 easily.
Og got unpacked by the time lunch arrived. "Lunch for Great Harry Potter and mates!" Dobby announced cheerfully, magicking all the dishes he'd brought onto the dining table. There was barely enough room, Dobby having cooked too much in his overenthusiasm to please Harry.
Harry could only chuckle. "Thanks, Dobby."
"You's be welcome, Great Harry Potter," Dobby replied before popping away until summoned next.
The three Drackens enjoyed the sumptuous feast laid out for them. Harry in particular relished a bacon-wrapped filet mignon after over a month without meat. They talked comfortably over lunch, Harry and Etienne both getting to know the new addition to the family. Og, for all his size and strength, seemed to be very gentle and peaceful and calm in temperament. But Harry sensed that if danger reared its ugly head or someone hurt someone Og cared about, that could all be washed away by a truly frightening anger and destructive urge. Harry recalled something a Japanese admiral had said after Pearl Harbor: "I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve." Harry thought Og just might be that slumbering giant.
They finished what they could of the food, summoned Dobby to remove the rest, and got comfy around the fire. Etienne read a book while cuddling Harry, who kept up a steady stream of questions for Og. Og just seemed to put down roots in his comfy chair and settle in to weather Harry's well-intentioned inquisition.
When the Dinner Bell rang, Harry got to his feet. "I miss my friends. Let's go down to the Great Hall and show off my shiny new mate."
"What will we tell them, when they ask how he joined us?" Etienne asked. Dominant he may be, but the Submissive had all the real power.
"Say he's an old flame who got back in touch, and you invited him to join our relationship," Harry decided.
"Very well," Og shrugged.
Harry masterfully led them on the fastest route to the Great Hall. Harry saw his friends and made a beeline for them, while remaining within easy reach of his Dominants. "Surprise! I'm alive."
"Harry! I thought you got out of your coma this morning. Why weren't you in classes?" Hermione asked, her priorities clearly centered around schoolwork as always.
"I wanted to get checked out at that specialty clinic, make sure everything's on the up-and-up. Then the rest of the day was spent getting to know Og here," Harry said, reaching up to pat his second Dominant mate on the shoulder.
"And who is… Og?" Ginny asked, eyes wide as she looked up at the tallest person she'd met after Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
"Og is my new… boyfriend," Harry said delicately as he cut a big slice of steak-and-kidney pie.
"What?" Neville gaped.
Etienne stepped in. "Harry has stated previously that we're both polyamorous. Og is an old boyfriend of mine who made entreaties to get back together with me. We discussed it and decided to give him a chance at joining Harry's and my relationship."
Ron just shook his head and buried his face in his food. Harry sighed. His good-as-adopted brother had been showing major resistance to Harry ever since he came out as homosexual. It hadn't built up to an ugly confrontation, but it seemed to be on the horizon. And Harry had no idea how to prevent it.
Hermione, Ginny and Neville got to know Og as they all ate dinner. When the food vanished, Harry led both Og and Etienne back to their rooms. Exhausted from a long day, not even counting the heat he still ached from, Harry decided on an early night. He shucked his clothes and got under the covers and was out like a lamp, leaving Etienne and Og to do their own thing until they joined him.