MOONLIGHT SONATA
Disclaimer: Disclaimed! I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, boy boy romance - whatever you want to call it, SEX THERE IS SEX IN THIS CHAPTER! SEX, I SAY! Also, mentions of Draco's… ahem… conquests.
Harry Potter had long ago come to terms with his homosexuality. He hadn't really announced it to the world but most of Gryffindor knew as did his friends and family. It was accepted better in the wizarding world so no one really brought it up or mentioned it at all, which relieved him. It was no secret that Harry hated keeping secrets. However, Harry did have more than one secret. He kept Sirius' secrets and Remus' where still valid. He also never told anyone the Sorting Hat had intended to put him into Slytherin. No one needed to know that. He had, in turn, come to terms with that as well. It was that knowledge- that some part of him thought like a Slytherin- that led him to believe something was going on with Draco Malfoy. He was also fully aware that he- nor anyone else in the student body- was supposed to the realize that.
Harry had also long ago come to terms with his obsession with Draco Malfoy. Once he'd tackled his own sexuality he'd realized that it wasn't merely that they were enemies but he was attracted strongly to the blonde. It didn't bother him. Any non heterosexual man or lesbian woman (other than any Weasley, of course) would be called a liar promptly by Harry if they so chose to say Draco Malfoy wasn't attractive. It was an undeniable fact of life as simple as fish swimming, breathing air, or Ron's fear of spiders. It just was. That led his train of thought to three of his little known secrets; the Marauder's Map, his Invisibility Cloak, and the Weasley Wizard Wheezes' extendable ears currently on or in his possession as he wandered the halls.
He had used these possessions to hide after last week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and then listen in to Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini's conversation. That had led Harry to his next secret, he knew that Draco was a werewolf. Since, after waiting for Ron to go to sleep, Harry had watched the map. Several different people had been rumored to have had sexual rendezvous with Draco recently and Harry could verify whether or not they had or had not been in his rooms. He never did verify it of course because he would then have to verify he'd been watching the blonde himself and possibly his crush. It didn't matter now, he grinned, because he could satiate his need to touch the blonde. Draco was a pureblooded werewolf and he needed sex. He clearly wasn't transforming during these sessions or Harry would have heard by now. With the true full moon not happening till next week, he would be safe as well. Draco needed sex and Harry needed Draco. His inner Slytherin reminded him that, as well, he had blackmail on the blonde. He'd never use it for sex but he would to keep the blonde's mouth shut if it came down to it. It was a win-win for all sides. With these facts in mind and an empty Slytherin Head Boy room (other than said Slytherin, of course) Harry knocked on the portrait's frame.
While he waited, he cancelled the Marauder Maps spell and put it in his bag with his Invisibility Cloak and attempted to quickly flatten his hair in vain. Draco seemed completely shocked to see him there. Leaning out the door, he looked down the hall one way and then the other before speaking,
"Potter? What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I want to talk." Harry replied calmly, heart pounding in his chest, "well, I'd like to do more than talk but not in the hallway, you understand. In fact, we don't have to talk at all." Draco, in turn, could smell Harry's attraction to him in the state Harry was in and the Gryffindor knew it. Cool gray eyes flicked to Harry's groin and then his eyes. Harry licked his lips.
"What makes you think I would?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"I've heard of your recent… shall we say, conquests?" Harry offered. He wasn't willing to play all of his cards just yet and he kept his hand close to his vest, knowing he had the win if this went sour.
"I see." Draco frowned, "how do I know you're really Potter?"
"We both know you do." Harry snorted, "but, in case, we met at Madame Malkin's the first time." Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise and consideration.
"I had forgotten that. Well, I suppose, if you are capable of keeping your trap shut and-" he snorted derisively with disbelief as an impatient, and head shorter, Harry Potter dodged under his arm that blocked the way and into his room happily. "Eager, Potter?"
"Are you bloody kidding?" Harry breathed, pushing Draco against the wall gently, "I've been dying to do this all year." Then, Harry pressed his lips to Draco's. The blonde relaxed and reciprocated almost instantly. Harry, he decided, smelled like honeysuckle. They pushed back and forth at each other, shoving Harry's bag under the bed with the swift kick of someone's heel. Clothes were shed at a rapid pace and being thrown all around the room. Draco gasped as Harry straddled him, their erections rubbing together and sending thrills through both. Then, the most surprising part, Harry fell on to him and ravaged his skin fervently. Apparently, he really had been waiting all year. Who knew, perhaps the Golden Boy had a little Slytherin in him after all.
Harry nipped, licked and sucked at every inch of the blonde he could reach. There was something entirely exotic and thrilling about taking Draco's slick member into his mouth and sucking, licking the shaft. It was entirely forbidden and made Harry moan with the excitement and taboo quality of it. Draco apparently enjoyed it just as much, jerking his hips down into the mattress with a guttural growl before arching up into Harry's mouth and burying himself. Harry wasn't an expert but he was no stranger to blow jobs either and he swallowed around the length, watching Draco's thighs shake with lust.
Draco came undone as Harry moaned solely from giving him fellatio, involuntarily grinding his tan hips into the bed and air in wanton abandonment. He lost it officially when the Gryffindor didn't gag but swallowed around him as Draco fucked his mouth, fingers pulling roughly at black tresses. Snarling possessively, he grabbed the Gryffindor by the shoulders and used his inhuman strength to his advantage, pulling Harry forcefully up into a bruising and savage kiss. Their erections ground together as Harry rutted against him. In the back of Draco's mind, the werewolf howled with excitement. Fighting the beast back Draco used the promise of orgasm to satiate the wolf; he couldn't afford to transform now.
Unable to wait any longer, sharing control with the wolf in a mental peace treaty with the beast based on sex, Draco flipped the Gryffindor onto his back and began slowly stroking the Golden Boy as he prepared him. He didn't really care if Harry got off but it was always more fulfilling for both parties to orgasm, as he'd recently discovered. Harry arched his hips for better access, staring at him through nearly black, lust filled, and hooded green eyes. His mouth hung slightly open, chin on his chest and panting; his arms clutching the sheets at his sides.
Harry watched with amazement as Draco fought the werewolf, fully aware of what he was seeing. Draco's beautiful gray eyes now seemed to brightly glow and were slitted like his inner puppy. He was watching Harry with a possessive sort of look, bruised lips just so slightly parted that Harry could see the tips of fangs. It occurred to him that he should have heard about this from the others but would figure it out later. Draco hadn't transformed yet and he wouldn't now, Harry firmly believed that. Then, he lost his thoughts as Draco positioned himself at Harry's entrance and the Gryffindor reciprocated by wrapping his legs around the thin, pale hips and pulling forward gently; urging Draco to fuck him.
Draco clearly got the message and slid inside, pretty eyes sliding closed as he stilled for a moment. He was biting his bottom lip so hard Harry worried he would draw blood and call out the beast if he weren't careful. Then Draco seemed to fall forward, hands on either side of Harry's head and shoulders. He began to rock, eyes closed and Harry cried out at the pleasure (and little bit of pain), wrapping his arms around a pale but well muscled chest. He dug his nails into soft flesh, something he'd already decided he'd do to keep the Slytherin aware. It worked but also drove Draco further, slamming into his prostate. Harry cried out the blonde's given name as he saw stars, nearly hugging him to bite onto Draco's firm shoulder. Draco's arms gave out and he pressed fully against Harry, slamming and rutting into him. Now all Harry could do was hold on and ride it out. Occasionally, Draco would rake his teeth across Harry's sensitive neck, making Harry shiver with pleasure, but he never actually bit.
Harry wanted to cry out, to warn Draco, to calm him as he noticed the tail just above the beautiful porcelain arse but then it swept between them. The silky platinum fur brushed against his own erection and balls, pushing him to an entirely new level as he noticed the blonde's ears had also changed. They seemed to have slid up to either side of his head in the same blending shade of platinum and were reasonably huge; one cocked down adorably. Fear gave way as orgasm hit the Gryffindor Seeker and he swore, spurting all over both of them and Draco's tail.
As Harry convulsed and tightened around him, Draco found he couldn't postpone orgasm any longer and shoved forward with real force, burying himself as he followed his rival into blinding orgasm. He lay still for a minute, lapping at the hollow of Harry's throat gently before he caught their reflection in the very same mirror that had first shown him what he was. He let out a surprisingly canine yelp at his tail, ears and glowing eyes. The yelp gave way to spotting the fangs as well and Draco lept out of bed with huge frightened eyes, annoyed that his tail was between his legs.
Harry ran through his options faster than Hermione could have as the blonde jerked out of him and nearly fell in his rush, legs tangled in green sheets, to get away. He quickly remembered how Sirius had nearly postponed Remus' transformation and hurried out of the bed as well, going to the blonde. Just as Sirius had, he placed his hands on Draco's well toned chest,
"Draco! Draco, listen to me! This isn't who you are! I'm not telling anyone, I already knew! This isn't who you are, Draco, fight it. The change is painful, you have to fight it!" He held to Draco tightly, showing no fear because he didn't have any as the blonde struggled with panic and fear, forcing them under control. He growled, clinging back to the only thing he could and forced his fingers to return to normal, focusing on one part at a time,
"You knew?" he snarled.
"Draco! Who do you think Remus' cub is? I'm not going to tell anyone, please, fight." Harry replied, rubbing the scratched and pale back in an attempt at comfort. Draco managed to reverse everything with gasping breaths except his eyes. His teeth were still a little sharper than need be but he could handle this.
"I panicked." He choked. Harry shook his head,
"No, if you'd panicked I'd be looking at a fully transformed wolf with cock eyed ears."
"The hell do you mean 'cock eyed'?!" Draco demanded. Harry grinned teasingly and rocked back on his heels,
"one of your ears falls to the front, it's cute."
"I'm going to ignore that." Draco growled, showing sharp teeth, "I am a Malfoy; Malfoy's are not 'cute'. Especially as werewolves. Are you barking?" he turned accusing bright eyes on Harry, "completely mad? You noticed my transformation before me and didn't do anything?"
"Got laid." Harry shrugged, running a hand through his hair, "I was going to but I… got distracted and then you noticed." Draco's eyes narrowed as he went to sit on the bed, head in his hands. Sighing, Harry went to sit beside him, marveling at their differences in the mirror. He decided the contrast between his dark tan skin and Draco's pale was as erotic as anything he'd ever seen and he would only ever date pale people because of that. Then, he returned his attention to Draco, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I promise, Draco, on my own pack and Gryffindor honor; I'm not going to tell anyone."
Draco dry scrubbed his face in frustration and looked back to Harry, wishing he had Blaise's supernatural ability to detect lies. He leaned in, sniffing his nemesis gently and Harry laughed out loud, swatting at him to push him back,
"Stop smelling me!" he crowed, clearly ticklish. Draco narrowed his eyes. He'd noticed fear recently, clinging like an irremovable stench to some of the students around Remus. He didn't smell fear on Harry and said so. Harry snorted, "really, Draco? You, of all people, know what I've seen. The man I consider to be one of my only surviving family is a werewolf. You don't scare me. I promise, I'm not telling." He frowned then, green eyes searching Draco's. There was a question there but it was left unspoken.
"Go on," Draco pressed, resting his forearms on his thighs and glancing at their reflection. Harry Potter had a nice, lithe body he decided, "you want to ask me something. Might as well, after tonight."
"Alright," Harry grinned, looking at reflection!Draco as opposed to the one beside him, "the others… they didn't notice any of your symptoms at all?"
"No." Draco scowled back at reflection!Harry, wrinkling his nose, "I never slept with anyone else. I got hand jobs, blow jobs and snogging but no sex." His eyebrows shot up and his head whipped around fast enough for whiplash to look at the actual Harry with surprise, "is that what they're saying? We slept together? What are they saying?"
"Slow down!" Harry laughed, stretching lazily, "they are saying that, yes. Apparently, it's amazing though some are vague. You never slept with them?"
"No," Draco frowned, "and you? You're opinion?"
"Bloody amazing." Harry breathed contentedly, "though I believe you know better than to tell on me." The threat was clear, "wait, why didn't you sleep with them?"
"Thought I might transform," Draco replied, with a flippant hand gesture between them, "with good reason. Though, I think it was only that bad because of my shock and worry that'd you'd tell."
"Why'd you sleep with me then?" Harry asked honestly, crawling up onto the bed and laying out. Clearly, the lazy lion intended to stay there the night and Draco didn't argue, it wouldn't be wise. He crawled up and lay down a foot away, drawing the covers over them,
"I don't really know. Lost control of my desires, I suppose," he then glared, "stop preening and go to sleep, Potter. That's all you're getting."
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