This story contains copious amounts of homosexual bestiality. This means, lots of weird looking penises, kink, and possible tentacle fucking. This is PORN WITH A PLOT! BE WARNED!

alright lolz heres whats happening just so u know and so nobody is confused.

harry didnt save ginny. this completely ruined his relatioship with ron, thought they tolerate each other in future chappies, so no there is no real bashing in this fic. two, this doesnt follow the horcrux plot. this is one of those, harry finnishes school things. three, there will be a very few time skips, but several paragraphs describing things between the crucial plot points. this story is not meant to improve my plot making skills, its to improve my dialogue style and to get my rocks , THERE WILL BE NO HUMANxHUMAN sex. kissing definately. foreplay, possible but unlikely. but full on sex will be purely beastiality. it may seem like it goes in the HxH direction, but it wont.

kk so without further ado

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Ch 1- Mouth buggering and Misconceptions

Harry looked down at his knees as he hugged them to his chest; and groused the night away like ha had been for nearly three weeks. His eyes were rimmed in dark circles from lack of sleep and peace of mind. Malfoy had still not awaken from the healing coma Madame Pomfrey had placed him under, and with each passing day, Snape steadily became worse and worse, not to mention the entire school looked at him in a similar manner as his second year after Ginny had died.

He truly hadn't meant to do it. Malfoy was a bloody prick; that much was evident. But he had no idea he could have killed him with that god awful Sectumsempra and he certainly had not meant to hurt him so…horribly…

'Then again,' he thought to himself, 'It did say "for your enemies" and the Prince wouldn't have taken it lightly, you dolt!' he cringed at his inner voice of conscience as it slashed away at what little pride he had left.

The scars on his arms, back and chest had healed almost completely after those horrible summers at the Dursley's. But the wounds in his heart and soul would never heal short of a bloody miracle. Not a day went by where he did not wonder, even if for a fleeting moment, why he had not died that night…why that blasted snake, which still roamed within the castle walls had not spared him from this life he did not and never had wanted. He was and always had been a shell. Part of him wished that when Malfoy awoke, he would get his just dessert. But then again, knowing the bloody ferret he'd end up dead faster than Voldemort could cast a Crucio.

"POTTER!" roared an enraged voice as the pattering of sprinting feet caught his attention and his gaze snapped to the blonde who was running at him, his face resembling that of Mrs. Weasely's in a fit of rage, all in all quite reminiscent of a Hungarian Horntail. Harry was no fool, not for the most part and quickly clamoured to his feet, speeding away as fast as he could, just barely escaping a blast from the "INCARSERUS!" that was shouted behind him.

"GET BACK HERE POTTER!" Malfoy screamed at him in pursuit, chasing after him with multiple curses, jinxes and obscenities. Several shrieks rang out through the hallways as Harry shoved them out of harms way, casting a Progretto over them. "COME BACK AND FACE ME! COWARD!" Harry bit back tears of guilt and shame as he ran into the first open door he saw, quickly locking the door behind him, eyes darting around the room as he recognized it. It was the second floor girl's loo.

"Harry?" whimpered a voice as a small ghost floated over. "Harry, are you alright?" she squeaked in fear as the door in which Harry had entered was slammed and pounded upon.

"I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I GET IN THERE!" Malfoy's voice rasped out, sounding hoarse from all of his screaming.

"The Chamber!" she zoomed over to the sink and beckoned him over. "Hurry!" Harry, knew that myrtle knew Malfoy better than possibly anyone else, and if she was panicking like this, he was damned sure he didn't wanna' stick around. Harry all but threw himself at the faucet and screamed out in parseltongue.

::OPEN! OPEN NOW!:: just as the sink had dissipated enough, the bathroom door blasted open, chunks and splinters of wood flying in all directions, a dishevelled and downright evil aura surrounded the blonde Slytherin as he stormed inside with a vengeance, only to see Harry disappear into the floor, the sink returning to its rightful place. Draco stared in furry at his loss at the chance of making the damned golden boy into a corpse. But his mind was made up, and for the first time in history, a Malfoy waited…willingly and patiently for what he wanted.

Harry stumbled to the marble floor as he slid out from the entrance chute, and with a short groan he lifted himself to his feet and began his walk into the chamber he had not seen in nearly four years. It was slightly smaller than he remembered, however as he gazed at the surrounding marble and jade carvings, he concluded it was no less magnificent, and perhaps even more so, now that he was not fighting for his life. He could see that there was far less water over the floor, which as he looked at it, seemed to be…cleaner? True enough the Chamber lacked a significant amount of corpses, old or new, compared to last time. He would dare say not a one was in sight.

'He someone been down here?' he wondered, forgetting the impossibility of such things. He walked down the central platform, watching the glowing ruby eyes of the snakes as they flickered, seeming to follow him as he passed by, approaching the stone statue of Salazar himself.

'Think like my Slytherin's should.' The voice of the hat echoed through his mind for the thousandth time since that day. It had been several years since he had realized what had really happened to the Hogwarts patron. For a while it had become his obsession to discover why it had spoken in such a way. As it turned out after months of fruitless study it had occurred to him to just go and speak to the hat himself.

"Gryffindor." Was all he had replied with, but it had been enough. That single name told him everything he had been searching for. In their feud Salazar's soul had been encased in the hat by his nemesis; he had never left the school; that was why he was never found. Ever since that day, he had come to regret not letting the hat place him in his rightful house. Yes…he had been a Slytherin, but Gryffindor had moulded him otherwise. And since then he had done everything in his abilities to squash out what his house had flushed his mind with. He had the bravery, but the cunning to know when to act upon it. He had the light heartedness, but it was a mask, a means to fool the outside world. He had the sense of loyalty, but the companionship he sought was unfulfilled; the companionship he recognised in the house of snakes.

Among the study of the origin of the Sorting hat, he had also wondered why he had survived the gaze and venom of the basilisk. And although he had never ceased his searching for an answer, the fact remained that instinctively, he knew that the giant snake would no longer harm him. The venom still ran through his veins, even after all this time, the feint prickling sensation had never left his body. It had helped him immensely, and was always reminded of the old Spiderman comics he had sneaked a peak at in his room. His reflexes had improved since then and he was able to sense danger much more easily.

Harry reached a hand out and rested it against a carved lock of Salazar's mane of hair, admiring the intricacy of the grooves and crevices, relishing in the serenity of the place. He wondered why he had never come here before. It was so tranquil…and the venom in his blood thrummed appreciatively, almost purring with familiarity and content. Harry soon found his mouth opening in a soft hiss.

:: Magnifissscent…:: he smiled softly and rested his cheek against the cold stone, not truly knowing why he felt so at peace here, or why he felt as if he had returned home, or even more why he was petting the statue in an evidently affectionate way…but everything here felt…right, somehow.

:: Harry?:: came a quiet reply as he felt a familiar presence, though the malicious intent was gone completely. A low rumble echoed through the Chamber as the Basilisk slithered out of the shadows, and Harry turned to face it, without fear, and without caution.

Those lovely, yellow eyes shined back at him, an unreadable expression lying within their depths. It was amazing…how when you are calm, and not engulfed in your own fear how what seemed grotesque and frightening could turn so…

:: Beautiful…:: murmured the snake as he moved closer to the young man, easing his head until it was less than a meter away. :: You have grown so much, Harry; so beautiful since we first met…it seems like ages ago. ::

Harry returned the compliment with a barely evident smile. How strange that what had once been out to murder him, was now conversing in such a casually intimate way. He wondered if it was customary for snakes to compliment the other in greeting. But of all the questions and comments to make, only one Harry was able to voice.

:: Why?:: he asked, :: Why did you save me that day?:: he supposed it was quite rude to not greet the Basilisk before resorting to questioning its antics. But how does one greet a creature you know nothing of?

::Hn, hn…:: the serpent hissed out a chuckle. :: Yes…you would ask that, wouldn't you?:: he slithered around Harry in a way; that for some reason (though the boy was sure he was misinterpreting), came off as seductive. :: So much variation in your person…:: the creature observed, ::It is a wonder how my eldest master placed you. :: the tail flicked coyly as it passed under Harry's chin circling around to look directly into his green eyes. The gesture; Harry would very openly admit, should he be asked, made him slightly uncomfortable…though, not unpleasantly. :: But I believe introductions are in order, do you not agree, Carussssss?::

Harry could not withhold a shiver as it made its way down his spine at the extended hiss of whatever name the Basilisk had called him. The venom in his blood was all but boiling in the presence of that which begot it to him, and as a gentile growl rang into his ears he felt his legs beginning to loose strength, his eyes closing in something he could only describe as tense relaxation, as much of an oxymoron as it sounded.

:: What :: he fought to keep his thoughts clear and his breathing steady against this foreign sensation, slowly taking over his mind, and opened his eyes once more to see that the massive serpent had curled into a relaxed position in front of him, a smug glimmer in the golden orbs, :: is your name, then, Great One?:: he asked as respectfully as he could manage. He knew this creature was ancient, and well respected amongst the magical beings. He would not put it past the snake to be prideful of its place in the chain of magical society. Harry let his eyes trail over the creature, from the tip of his tail to the crown of his head, he was covered in grey and green scales that glimmered in the glow of an unknown light source. His face was still quite fierce…though not in any way hideous as he would have described it. Rather, it was quite intriguing; and dare he say it, appealing in its own way. No longer in the throws of terror he could see how truly gorgeous this creature was. A small voice in the back of his mind coughed out a small "Hagrid." Though he couldn't help but think that his admiration was in a very different aspect.

::Sheka. :: the serpent hissed out a shortened version of his name, his eyes seeming to bore into Harry, making him feel strangely exposed. :: But in time, you may come to call me Amante. :: at those words, Harry's mind was suddenly filled with confusion, shock and disbelief. But all of that was pushed back into a corner of insignificance the moment he felt a ripple in the pit of his stomach, his legs turning to jelly as he saw what resembled an endearing smile upon the creatures face. Sheka uncurled himself and inched towards Harry as the boys eyes went in and out of a glazed state.

:: So you do feal it, Carus…:: the Sheka almost sounded surprised, his eyes shining with curiosity. True the boy had been marked, but he should not already begin feeling for him so physically. How strange…and marvellous. :: Tell me, Harry.:: he purred, :: What do you know of my kind, that you should address me with as much respect as you have?::

:: Nh…er, well…:: the boy bit his lip and shuddered visibly as a forked tongue snaked out and brushed against his neck. :: I…ever s-since that day I've st-tudied …:: Harry mentally slapped himself at stuttering so; he must sound like such a fool. Why was he acting like this! He knew he was fine with the creature, it had saved his life, and he was pretty damned sure that it wouldn't need to lure him into a false sense of safety if it wanted to eat him. It was with great effort that Harry was able to push down the melting sensation that had thus far engulfed his mind and body, finding his tongue once more.

:: I wanted to know why. :: almost as soon as he began speaking he had to double his efforts to remain calm and continue his sentence without faltering. Sheka had not thus far done nothing he supposed would be out of the ordinary for a snake until now, but as he spoke he was almost certain that the Basilisk's tail had deliberately brushed up against his thigh, and none too platonically. :: You saved me that day, even though Riddle had wanted me dead. It still confuses me. I learned a lot, but noting could clue me in as to why you...did…that…:: his voice along with his thoughts trailed off in a soft moan his, neck leaning back appreciatively when the familiar heat of the snake coiled around him, unable to deny his pleasure in the feel of the serpents scales gliding over his arms.

:: You're asking me to tell you why I saved you that day…:: Sheka whispered into his ear, letting his tongue caress the shell of the boy's ear. Harry nodded, his mind screaming at him to realize the unnaturalness of what he was feeling, what the serpent was doing, but that voice was so nice…the body so…warm…it made him want to curl up and snuggle Sheka for hours on end, basking in this feeling. :: But wouldn't you rather I sssshow you?:: he lifted the end of his tail and slid it over the inside of Harry's thigh, this time much more obviously, nearly purring as he felt the boy arch into his coils when it grazed the area just under his nether regions.

::Woah!:: Harry suddenly came out of the great daze that had taken him, and quickly leapt up rather animatedly, backing away only enough to show he was uncomfortable. :: uh…look I uh…I think I'm starting to get the wrong idea…:: Harry sputtered out, halfway to himself. He looked at Sheka with a somewhat reassuring look, hoping his rejection of whatever he was trying to engage in with Harry didn't offend him. :: You know…of why you saved me.::

Sheka's eye ridges twisted into a surprisingly good imitation of a brow lift, clear amusement written on his face. The boy was so innocent, had he the ability, he would have grinned at how adorably cute the faint blush that ran across Harry's cheeks as he rubbed his arm with that nervously apologetic expression adorning his face.

::And what pray tell is on your suddenly conclusive mind?:: Sheka inquired with a sarcastic tone very reminiscent to that of a certain dungeon bat. Harry blushed even further, his eyes all but bugging out of his head at the dirty image that filled his teenage mind. The Snake had to laugh at this, it was just too adorable!

Now, contrary to what most believed, basilisks were indeed king's of the serpents, but they were not entirely so. The first of the basilisks being bred from a chicken and a toad, it was fairly obvious that they were not. But none had ever recorded the natural process of their life cycle. But how interesting that the bane of the serpents himself had been destined for such a task as being the human confidant…just like Sheka's human father, and master, Salazar Slytherin, himself.

This being so, the basilisk, in all rights, was a half-breed, a hybrid between humans and serpents. Thus, they acquired many qualities of both and such was evident in this moment.

Harry watched agape as the Basilisk threw his head back and let out a hearty, booming laugh that filled the chamber. Not a hiss; Harry observed, or a pur, but, a very human, very handsome laugh. Deep and strong, like liquid sex. Harry tried so hard not to think of that last one, but he had learned a long time ago not to cover up embarrassing or degrading thoughts with excuses. He knew it was wrong on more levels then there were stars in the bloody sky, but that laugh, that wonderful, gorgeous, sexy laugh turned him on to no end.

:: -AHAH…hah..ahh..ehheh..eh.:: Harry had no doubt that if a snake could cry, Sheka would be wiping tears of merriment from his yellow eyes as his laughter died down. :: I apologize, Carus. :: he chuckled and slithered over to Harry, but left the boy his personal space. ::I haven't seen an expression like that in many years.:: he allowed his mate to gain back his bearings, noticing the feint smell of pheromones on the tip of his tongue as it flickered out; Harry was clearly uncomfortable with his own bodily responses. But Sheka couldn't resist the urge to circle the boy. There was no harm in teasing, right?

:: I er…It seemed like you were tying to…:: Harry looked down and had to restrain a shuffle of his feet as he looked down.

:: Sssseduce you? :: a tongue flickered out against the back of his neck, earning him a girlish squeak from the raven haired golden boy as he jumped away. Oh! He was precious! How he was able to restrain himself after watching the boy react to him…it was a complete miracle.

::Y-yeah.:: Harry muttered, his face resembling an over ripe tomato at this point. ::I know u don't mean too but-::

::On the contrary, Carus…:: Sheka hissed directly into his ear, tongue grazing the inner shell just enough to make the boy shiver. ::I find the thought of your body rutting against mine to be rather…tempting.::

Sheka seized the moment, deciding to risk it, and positioned his body behind Harry's, bending his torso to fit the shape of Harry's back, gliding upwards, just so, that his shirt was lifted with the motion to just below his collarbone, exposing his lightly toned chest to the cold damp air of the chamber. Harry bit his lip, very unsure, and very conflicted as to weather or not he should stop this. It was so wrong, the way those scales felt against his flesh, making hip tremble against Sheka's lithe coils. It wasn't right…no matter how delicious the sound of the creatures heartbeat against his ear as he was lifted from the ground, stretched out and panting against the smooth skin of the serpent's abdominal scales. There was no way he could give into it… no way in the nine levels of hell that he would ever reciprocate…no matter how much his body screamed for him to accept the sensations that were turning him into a Harry shaped puddle of lust.

:: Ahh…Shka…nn don't. I…I don-:: he tried, he really did. He was using every ounce of strength he had to protest against the slow, heated breeze over his nipples, forcing him to arch in a sharp, heartfelt gasp of sheer animalistic need. His fingers dug into the scales of the massive snake as if it would help him grip as best he could to his sanity, but all it did was make him more aware of the sweet nothings making their way through his ear canals.

:: Do not tell my you have not been thinking of this, Harry.:: Sheka flicked his tongue over his sensitive nipples, growling in appreciation to the whimper and a barely evident twitch in the fabric of his Carus' pants. :: That you have not been wanting this, since you felt my venom stir in your veins…:: Harry's eyes opened once more, glazed over with want, not even bothering to deny the stirring in his groin as he nodded slowly, completely giving in and spreading his legs, feet braced against Sheka's form as he lifted into the breath of the creature, whimpering and blushing like a virgin at the wet heat of the serpentine tongue caressed over his sensitive flesh.

:: I have waited so long to feel your body merge with mine, Harry…to hear you hiss my name out with everything you have as I take you as my own…:: a feral growl eased from the serpents throat as he receeded. :: But I do not wish for this to happen so quickly…:: Sheka almost regretted his decision to wait when Harry's eyes widened onto the most precious snakeling face, practically begging him not to stop, so cute that looking at it nearly hurt.

::Nnn…Sheka…but…:: Harry whined, not believing that he had given in to his desired when the damned snake was only teasing him. :: Tha-:: he was interrupted by the tip of the Serpents tail pressing against his lips as he was set down gently.

::You know as well as I that this is not considered a natural thing in your society.:: Sheka told him firmly, as Harry reluctantly straightened himself up. ::What would the wizarding world think if you refused to mate, Carus?:: he tilted his head, trying not to melt as the most endearing look of realization made its way onto Harry's face. :: Questions would be raised, especially for someone such as you. ::

:: Wait…you mean…:: Harry thought he was beginning to get the gist of what Sheka was implying.

:: We basilisk mate for life.:: he nodded in conformation. :: Should you decide to accept me as your nestmate, you would find yourself bound by our magic, and completely unable to betray out bond.:: Sheka's tone took on a sad tone, as if silently begging that his Carus would not find these magical limitations to be unsettling.

:: Of course like any creature,:: Sheka continued. ::We basilisks court the mate before copulation. It's only proper…that's why I stopped. :: now it was Sheka's turn to stutter. He knew he had no hope with this…it was the very reason Basilisks were so rare…the human mate rarely accepted his or her Serpent counterpart.

Harry looked down, a frown stretching across his lips, and Sheka's heart plummeted. Oh, he understood; Harry after all was a wizard in the prime of his life, soon about to come of age. Of course he would want to wander a bit amongst his own kind. It was human nature to feel constricted by the laws of magical bonding. But nonetheless it hurt to see his intended mate looking as if he would completely reje-

::I accept your offer of courtship.:: Harry lifted his gaze, a smile shining in his eyes, at the look of utter shock in Shka's deadly orbs. :: I haven't ever really had much success with my own kind, I might as well give it a try.:: Harry's emerald eyes glimmered adventurously. :: It's weird,:: he looked to the side, his expression one of contemplative amusement. :: And I think I've gone completely starkers, to be honest.:: Harry looked back up at the monster, with a shrug. :: But I figure that everyone already thinks I'm bit off anyways.::

Sheka was completely speechless. Harry, his Harry, was allowing him to-

::Just…I don't know how its gonna work…I'm still at school.:: Harry began rambling once more, completely lost in his own pondering.:: not to mention Susan Bones is absolutely infatuated with me, and I suppose I have feelings for her…but then again its no different that what I felt for Cho, and look how that worked….and then there's the whole issue to how were even going to see each other, or date or whatever. I don't even know how a basilisk would court a human…but I suppose ill find out. I guess Dumbledore would be able t-mnnnn:: before he could finish his thought, a muscled tail had pushed him forward, a thick forked tongue slipping into his open mouth, filling it entirely as it wrapped around his own, which dwarfed in comparison. Weather it was upon instinct or not knowing what else to do, Sheka was unsure; but when those lips tightened around his tongue, sucking it as both muscles flickered against each other within that heat, and the sight of Harry's eyes rolling back as they closed, the entire length of his scaled body blazed with ice and fire.

A shiver ran through them as Sheka allowed Harry's arms to wrap around his head, caressing him in such an intimate way, he couldn't help but slither his tongue even deeper into Harry's orifice, flicking into the back of his throat, shocked when the boy suddenly moaned around him looking slightly restrained, as if holding back.

Harry was completely lost in that tongue. He hadn't the faintest as to why the thought, let alone the sensation of that wet, overlong muscle made him so damned hot! The way it filled his mouth to the point of slipping into his throat, caressing the insides as he let his own glide and swirl against it, it was incredible, and unmatchable. He wanted nothing more that to close his throat around it, to let it in as far as it would go until he suffocated in the stifling heat that was enveloping his entire body. He had never enjoyed a kiss so much…if you could call a tongue practically thrusting in and out of his mouth a kiss. And that was exactly what was happening. The way it slithered its way between his lips pulling out just enough for him to flicker the tip of his own against it, only to shove its way down into his throat, forcing his lips to stretch around its girth just to fit it in, as a small tail of spit ran out of the corner of his mouth. He supposed that this would be more along the lines of mouth buggering; and just…Merlin! It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his life.

But all too soon it was over, and Sheka pulled away, allowing Harry to take he deep breath he didn't even realize he had needed.

::You should return to the main castle, Carus.:: the serpent purred as Harry slowly came out of his daze. ::You will be missed if you stay here much longer.:: the boy looked at him sadly, truly devastated he could not stay longer.

::When…:: he paused, as if trying not to sound too desperate. ::When can I come see u again? School will be over in less than a week.::

Sheka looked into Harry's troubled eyes, and rested the top of his head to the boys cheek, nuzzling him affectionately.

::I will see you upon your return next year Harry.::

::But-:: Harry stopped when he saw a glimmer of mischief in those golden eyes. ::What are you planning, Sheka?:: the snake only chuckled and shook his head.

::You will see.:: he looked over at the entrance way. ::Will you need assistance? It's a long way up:: Harry smiled, a soft pink tinge spreading over his face.

::If you wa-…Fuck! :: Harry's eye dilated, remembering the young Malfoy waiting upstairs.

::What is it Carus?:: Harry looked up at him, worry quite evident in his eyes.

::Malfoy.:: Harry sneered. ::He's waiting for me no doubt.:: Sheka frowned, smelling the fear.

::Would you like me to-::

::No.:: Harry said quickly, holding up his hands, looking panicked. Sheka couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes.

::I was going to ask if u wanted me to simply frighten him away,:: Sheka was reminding Harry more and more of Snape with those sarcastic remarks. It was strange how much more endearing it was coming from the snake. :: But if you would prefer to-::

::I'd rather you take me out another way if u can.:: Harry said, relived that he would be able to avoid the blonde for now. Sheka nodded and lowered his head.

:: Get on, Carus. I'll carry you up. ::

Malfoy glowered at the sink as he sat at the far side of the room, having conjured up a short stool. His eyes were narrowed with impatience, wondering how much longer it would take. He wouldn't kill potter, he knew that was out of the question. He didn't really know what he would do, but he would find inspiration when he had potter cornered.

He twirled his wand between his fingers, eying the floor, as he cast a quick tempus.

'8:36?' he growled. He had just waisted a good two hours waiting for potter! Two bloody hours! Merlin in a garder! What was he doing down there? Chumming with Slytherin's monster? He sniggered at the absurdity.

"What is he doing down there?" he voiced out in a low whisper.

Harry in fact was nowhere near the girl's bathroom where Draco waited. At the moment, he was in the awkward position of holding his breath as Sheka skyrocketed to the surface of the lake, a wake spreading out in a circle around his head as Harry took what seemed to be the first breath in years.

"Gaahhhuuah!" Harry's face quickly regained colour, the bluish tinge to his cheeks returning to their normal pinkish tan. ::Nnhhgg! Sheka can u give me better warning next time?:: he sputtered, quickly casting a drying charm as soon as Sheka had carried him over to the shore.

::Sorry, Carus.:: the snake chuckled. ::Must have slipped my mind.:: Harry gave him a pouty look and crossed his arms.

::Sure.:: he looked up at Sheka and bit his lip, not knowing why he was feeling so upset about not seeing him for a good three months. ::Why cant I-:: he was stopped by the tip of Sheka's tail to his lips.

::Don't worry, Carus…:: he reassured. ::You will see me when u least expect it…I can promise a very nice surprise when you get back::

::Bu-::

"POTTER!" Harry's head snapped around to see a shadow of billowing robes, grease and ill intent looming over to him, a sneer of what Harry knew was sadistic delight in catching him out after curfew. Harry quickly turned back around, just in time to see Sheka's head disappear under the lake.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Snapes eyes practically glimmered with happiness and Harry knew exactly what he would be doing every night for the next week.