Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine- it is the property of J.K. Rowling, and I know I have no chance of getting them. I am not making money off of this and no copyright infringment is meant.
Warning: This chapter has BEASTALITY. It is slight, but it is beastality all the same.
Thanks to my beta,
Chapter 5
"Really? You don't mind if I stay?" Harry asked jovially, beaming at the
tiger, his grin reaching ear to ear.
"Of course not, your pain in the ass self has grown on me, and as hard as it
is to admit it, I'm going to be reluctant when you leave for Hogwarts." the
tiger admitted, trying to convey it with an air of nonchalance.
Unfortunately, Draco - Ice wasn't sure that he could have his mate within his
grasp and then let him slip from his clutches.
"Awesome!" Harry exclaimed, surging forward to embrace the white tiger.
"Humph" the tiger coerced, the air pressed from his lungs as Harry strangled/
bear-hugged him.
"Uh, Harry, I can't breathe," Ice forced through short breaths and is beloved
pulled back with a sheepish grin.
He giggled. "Sorry!"
"You know you're cute when you do that." the tiger smiled smugly- or smiled
as much as his feline self could smile. If human, it most defiantly would
have been the Malfoyesk smirk yet.
"Am not!" he retorted defensively, sticking his tongue and blowing a
raspberry.
"You are so immature" the tiger stated his opinion blatantly, but softening
the offending manner with another grin. Suddenly, as if a light bulb
appeared over his head, Ice had an idea.
The spring, Harry would need to use it. He hadn't bathed since I found him a
little over a week now and he was starting to get a little ripe. I could
also get a glimpse of him.
"So, what are we going to do today?" my love's voice interrupted my thoughts
and I mentally cursed for the timing. My day dream was very pleasant-- and
rather explicit. Heh heh heh.
"I dunno." I lied, evading the question.
"I was thinking; maybe we could do something. I haven't been out of here
much and of course, its day. And we are in the Forbidden Forest" I knew what
his hidden implications meant. He, being his Gryffindorish self, no doubt
wanted to explore. I would rather kill myself that let any of the other
creatures in the forest see my obsidian angel, but with me there to protect
him, I saw no reason why I could not please him.
"Not by yourself; there are bow truckles that'll poke your eyes out,
vampires that'll drink you dry, blast-ended skrewets that'll blow you up,
evil unicorns that-"
"Ice, shut up." immediately, I ended my rant and looked up sheepishly.
"Sorry?" I offered, the sheepish look accompanying the apology.
"You crack me up. But can we?" he looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I
couldn't resist.
"Fine," I relented; padding toward the cave with a flounce in my step,
making my mate happy satisfied me beyond reason. "Come on!" I chirped,
retracing my steps and running backward to push Harry with my nose in his
knees.
"Geeze, in a crappy mood today. Are you PMSing?" I asked, smiling at Ice.
Gods, he reminded me so much of Draco Malfoy that it was rather hilarious.
He had the arrogance, the egotistical personality, and the beauty of my
former rival. If Malfoy had most likely hadn't been dead or not a pureblood,
I would have definatly thought it was him. However, Malfoy was MIA and
definatly a pureblood, so unfortunately, it wasn't him. Towards the end of
our fifth year summer, I had received an anonymous letter.
Flashback
It was my birthday and I had just reached the age of sixteen. My alarm clock
flashed twelve o'clock at me, its crimson glow illuminating my face as I
turned the radio on softly. My Chemical Romance's "I'm not okay" played
softly in the background as a glimmering white shape glided into my open
window.
"Hullo, Hedwig." I greeted my owl offering her a treat as she brandished her
leg at me, an envelope tied to her leg. It stated:
Harry Potter
Number Four Privet Drive
Smallest Bedroom,
by the window
I chuckled at the address. How the hell did other people manage to know
where I was? I swear, some people were a bit like stalkers! I tore open the
window, barely wincing as skin separated from skin, the paper cut seeping
crimson slightly. It read:
Potter- No Harry,
There are some things that I need to apologize for. Blaming you for that
which was rightly done is wrong. Thanks are appropriate. Thank you for
putting Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban. Trust me, that man, if anyone, belongs
there. Maybe he'll get it into his thick skull that the side of Lord
Voldemort is wrong. Torturing and killing innocent people is a heinous crime
that should be punishable by death or worse; the Dementor's Kiss. Shall
Lucius receive any of these; the world will be rid of one more dark entity.
Enmity has no place here in this fight. We should keep together. It is best
to know thine enemy.
Thank you again.
End of flashback
Needless to say, I forgave Draco Malfoy the night I received that letter.
Somehow, I felt like he had sent that letter. Getting another nudge from the
tiger, I relented and followed Ice out into the morning light.
I led Harry on a tour through the forest, nudging him when he seemed to stay
at a place too long. We twisted and turned thorough the grove, making our
way subtly to the spring which was my actual destination. My ears caught
unusual sounds every once in a while stopping while I growled. Whatever it
was, it went away after I charged it. Even with my improved sight and
hearing, I could not tell what it was. I brushed it off. The centaurs would
get it if it ventured too close into the heart of the forest; which we were
located and kill it. It was birthing season and they had young ones to
protect. Besides, their band was near our cave. I stopped as I saw something
quite familiar; a faerie nest.
'Harry, do you know what that is?' I asked my beloved and he shook his head
'no' obviously enthralled with it. 'That's a faerie nest. The mound of earth
and foliage protect the young ones from danger and the elements. Whatever
you do, do not get within five feet of it; unless you want to be faced with
enraged faerie adults. Believe me; they may be small but they pack a large
punch.' As I spoke, two tiny glimmering figures of green and blue emerged
from the nest and flew towards us. The looked like miniature women, their
long tresses covering their extremities. These two I recognized as Learie
and Kiarea; nesting faeries.
"Hello!" the green one greeted, beaming at us. It was Learie, the more
genial of the two. "What have we here?"
"It seems we have visitors!" Kiarea, the other, spoke still genial in her
own right.
"Ice. How are you? And who may this beautiful creature be? He's definitely
not human. Elf perhaps?" Learie inquired, looking interestedly at Harry.
Faeries, gotta love 'em, but they can be bloody nosey.
"I'm Harry!" my love quipped, smiling. "You can talk?"
"Of course!" Learie replied, adding the giggle that girls always seem to
have.
"He has Nisse blood. He's not into his inheritance, though. It's in a couple
of days." I stated, frowning. They were getting too close for liking to my
mate and I didn't like it. At all.
"Oh don't be such a sour puss, Ice. Have you bonded yet?" Learie asked,
while Kiarea looked on at Harry.
"Bonded?" Harry looked at me questioningly, "what the hell are you guys
talking about?" Confusion evident on his face.
"Nothing. I'll tell you later." I replied, shooting daggers at the nosey
faeries. "Well, Harry, shall we go?" I asked, motioning in the direction of
the spring. I wanted to go now.
"Okay. Nice meeting you!" he waved at the nesting faeries and turned. I
loped in the direction of the spring and Harry followed.
I don't know why, but I don't think Ice was very happy with those faeries.
They were pretty nice, though. And beautiful. If I wasn't A) gay B) a Nisse,
and C) more than 10 times bigger than them, I may have considered. But I had
my eye on other things… a certain tiger perhaps?
I wasn't sure why exactly I was feeling so- wanton around the tiger, but the
only thing I knew was that I was falling- and falling hard for my veelic
counterpart. But he already had his eyes set on someone. And that someone
was getting in my way. I decided at that moment to seduce Ice.
Operation Seduce Ice
Goal: make Ice realize that I am, in fact, his true love and no one else can
have him.
Procedure:
1. Show Ice that you're interested
2. Make him interested in me
3. Kiss him
4. Make him love you.
'Are you listening to me?' Ice interrupted my planning as he invaded my
thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at the tiger.
'Obviously not. Anyway, we're here!' he chirped, obviously not perturbed
that I wasn't paying attention. Lifting my eyes from his delectable feline
body, I observed the area to which he had led us.
It was beautiful. Like nothing human eyes were granted permission to see. An
Eden, here in the Forbidden Forest. It was obviously a spring, the vapors
rolling off of the tranquil water in rainbows of greens, blues, purples, and
virtually every shade of any color. Birds trilled their songs, adding the main melody to the
orchestration of the forest.
I gasped my mouth agape at the sight. I had never ever been able to see
anything this gorgeous, collaborating. It seemed as if everything was
working towards the one goal of just being pretty.
"Gods, Ice! It's beautiful!" I stared flabbergasted at the sight before me.
Words escaped me. Nothing could truly do it justice. None of my useless
babbling in my mind; no matter how much I tried to describe it. It just
plainly was.
'You like it?' I heard the tiger's eager tone and I beamed at him.
"It's amazing! What is it? It's purpose?" I inquired, wondering. Something
this beautiful just had to be sacred; it just had to be.
"Itsforthosewhoaregoingtobond."
"Huh? Separate words please!" I answered, grinning at the tiger. He cracked
me up. If he was a human- or at least in a humanoid form- he probably would have been
blushing from head to toe.
"It's," he took a deep, long breath, "for those who are going to bond. Or
courting." he added the last bit in an undertone, but I still heard it.
"Courting? Bonding? What do you mean?" I asked, frowning in confusion. At
that moment, Ice decided to get closer.
"This." and before I knew it, the tiger's tongue darted out and licked my
bottom lip, making it pink from the rough caress. He encouraged the
returning kiss by pushing slightly harder and I opened my mouth in
compliance. Our tongues darted back and fourth, battling for dominance. He
ended the kiss, backing away from me, looking slightly ashamed.
"Well," I started, smiling, "that was different."
A/n: Thanks to all of my kind reviwers! I have to aplogize for making this so late - finals are coming up and I am swamped all of my classes. French worst of all. I'll try to get the next chapter up and beta'd quickly, but I do not know when I'll be able to make time.