Title: Invisible Death

Author: Darkmoon666/Moony

Words: 4618

Main Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy (and pairing)

Rating: M

Warning: Lemon this chapter (clearly marked), Draco/Harry love, SLASH, YAOI

Summary: Harry Potter, in the aftermath of the Final Battle, returns to Hogwarts for his missed seventh year and the Animagi transformation. With new laws down, students no longer need to become registered, so Harry wanders about as a thestral. Who is the matching creature in his dreams? Lemon! SLASH! DM/HP

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends/minions/teachers/torturers. They belong to J. K. Rowling, her napkins, and those hotshots who publish what was written on said napkins. I just take amusement from screwing up their (the characters) lives.

Claimer: The ideas used in this story are all mine, so I own that.

Author's Note: So this is part 2 of…hopefully 2 chapters… Enjoy!!

Welcome to Part 2…

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Draco woke first, and he sighed in content as he nuzzled his face into the warm neck of the body before him. The form shifted and pressed closer into his chest. The teen ran pale fingers over the exposed skin at the base of the other's shirt and smiled contentedly as the other male shivered at his touch. "Good morning," he mumbled into Harry's neck, breathing in the now-familiar scent.

He felt Harry chuckle against his chest. "It is a good morning, isn't it?" Harry rolled in Draco's arms so he faced the blond teen. They were almost nose-to-nose, but neither was concerned about the lack of space. In fact, they were both pleased, though it wasn't obvious.

Suddenly, Harry let out a wide yawn and shifted on the ground that had become uncomfortable. He let out a moan and asked Draco, "Shall we carry this to a better place or part for the day?"

The blond barely let his mind absorb the question before he responded, "We have classes today; its Monday after all."

Harry sighed and tucked his head under Draco's chin with ease. "I forgot about those," he said.

Draco smiled wryly against the brunette's head as he hugged the smaller teen to him. "What time is it?"

Harry mumbled a spell, and a set of glowing numbers shimmered in the air before Draco's eyes.

"Its 7:39 and classes start at 9:15 sharp," the blond mentioned.

Harry groaned, the sound vibrating his chest against the other. He pulled from Draco's arms and sat up on the warm ground. He stretched his arms and arched his back until he felt the joints realign. Harry pushed himself to his feet and held his right hand down to the blond, who had watched the show with contemplating eyes.

Draco took the offered hand, and both boys grinned at the memory of their first year. Harry pulled the older teen to his feet, and went wide-eyed when Draco's face was inches from his own. Green eyes flickered down to pink lips, up to silvery eyes, and back. Draco had caught the glance and he slowly tilted his head down to the Gryffindor, his eyelids fluttering shut.

Malfoy's warm lips pressed gently against Potter's, connecting as if they belonged there, always had, and always would. Slowly, hand rose and caressed Harry's jaw, while the smaller set held onto the opposite hips for balance.

All too soon, the kiss was over. Four eyes were revealed, silver staring into the depths of emerald. Draco's hand trailed up Harry's jaw to tuck an errant strand of hair behind one ear until it slid down Harry's back to join the other hand. Pink dusted Harry's cheeks as Draco's lips turned up at the corners. For a first kiss, it was quite sweet, compared to the chaos that normally followed Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Suddenly, Draco pulled Harry's body against his own, their lines matching like pieces of a puzzle. Lips met again in a flurry of movement. Harry gasped as he felt Draco's tongue tracing his lips, which allowed the taller boy access to plunder his mouth. The brunette moaned as the muscle traced across teeth and gums, tickled the roof of his mouth, and finally joined his own in a delightful play.

Harry hesitantly followed Draco's tongue into the other boy's mouth and sighed through his nose as he explored the wet cavern. Draco's tongue waited patiently as Harry mapped his mouth, though his hands were anything but that.

He ran fingers down the other teen's sides, traced over the rises and dips of his back, felt the smooth lines of his chest. He felt Harry's hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, but at the moment he didn't care if his hair was orderly. Draco smiled around Harry's tongue as the teen nearly jumped when his fingers ran over a ticklish spot on his body. The blonde's fingers left themselves at Harry's waist, where they slipped under the fabric of his shirt and onto his sides, running over the soft skin.

When both boys were breathless and oxygen-starved, they broke off the kiss, though Draco's hands were still under Harry's shirt, and the brunette's arms were around his neck. Draco thought Harry looked positively edible at the moment with kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and lust-filled eyes. The blond pressed his mouth against Harry's softly once more, before regretfully pulling back from his boyfriend. He thought Tempus and the time glowed in the air above Harry's head. "We'd better go, Harry. It's almost 8:30, and I'm sure you wouldn't like to miss breakfast, especially with Potions first thing today."

Harry groaned mournfully, and Draco full heartedly agreed. "If that's the case, I think we had better fly back to the castle. It is a long walk back to the front doors," Harry said. The teen took another few steps away from Draco before he fell to the ground, landing on all fours as a thestral.

The thestral tossed its mane as a challenge to its mate, waiting for the human-shape to bleed away into a form more comfortable. The blond hair bled to black as the teen fell to the forest floor, though it wasn't as swift as Harry's transformation.

The newly-turned Draco stalked the few feet to the other thestral. With his blunt, dragon-like head he butted his mate in the side as a gesture of dislike at the rebellion. Said rebellious thestral whinnied sharply into the air and spread its giant wings, taking off effortlessly into the air and managing to avoid clipping his mate.

The thestral still on the ground bucked once before jumping off the ground and chasing after the other male. Harry had patiently hovered in the air above the clearing, but upon seeing his swift mate, he took off in the direction of the castle. The two played aerobatics, dodging each other's wings, feet, and teeth as they made their way to the stone towers.

Finally Draco managed to chase Harry to the ground, where he landed and changed back to human, though the instincts still remained just under the surface. After having been in play for some time, it would be a while for the thestral tendencies to close away from the human mind. Draco stalked towards his mate, his eyes flickering between pale white and grey.

Harry was already sitting on the ground, and his emerald eyes were wide as he gazed at the tall man standing before him. Draco's hand was in front of his eyes after a single blink. Harry sat staring stunned at the hand until he regained enough sense to take the offered appendage.

The brunette was pulled to his feet and directly into Draco's grasp. The taller boy wrapped him tightly in his arms and burrowed his face into Harry's neck. The teen felt the hot breath on his skin and goose pimples erupted on his skin at the sensation. He gasped when he felt a warm tongue lick the skin, followed by nipping teeth that suddenly dug into the tender area. Harry moaned at the feeling of teeth and bucked his hips into Draco's. His arms wrapped around the blonde's shoulders as his head tilted back to allow farther access to his neck.

Harry's thestral was resigned to the submission, knowing its mate would dominate in most circumstances.

Draco's mouth trailed up to Harry's lips and pressed a gentle kiss there, different to the bleeding mark on his neck. The teens gently kissed for a few minutes more until Draco parted. He looked deep into Harry's eyes and smiled at something he saw there. With a last lap at the blood slowly oozing from his mate's wound, he spun and walked to the castle. "I'll see you later, Love!" Draco called back over his shoulder.

Harry stared after him for a moment, waiting until he was in the castle before following. He raised fingertips to the bite wound to find that it had already started to heal, though the mark would always be there.

He made his way to the Gryffindor dorms and, after casting Tempus, quickly showered to wash away the dirt and sweat, then dressed in clean robes for the day. He gathered his school bag and removed the charm that left his curtains unopened. Harry trotted out of the tower down to the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall amongst a few stragglers who overslept on a Monday morning.

He saw Hermione absorbed in a book as usual, and Ron was finishing off a plate of food. On his approach, Harry stifled a yawn as if he had just woken up and was still tired. The dripping hair helped with that impression.

The bushy-haired girl looked up at him in concern. "Where have you been, Harry? You never showed up last night, and then we couldn't get your curtains open this morning."

Harry fake-yawned again and answered her, "I fell asleep outside then I went up to the dorm and fell asleep again after locking the curtains behind me. I didn't want anyone to disturb me.

Hermione gave him a doubtful look as Ron nodded along. Neither questioned him to why he left the previous morning, for which he was grateful. Harry had little time to eat as it was past nine in the morning when he had shown up for breakfast, and classes started at 9:15.

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"Does anyone have markings from their Animagus form that have gone on to your human skin?" the new Transfiguration professor, Professor Haming, asked the class of repeated seventh years. As most of the older students had taken Transfiguration so they could become Animagus', the class was divided into two sessions. One held Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, the other Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Headmistress McGonagall sat in the back of the classroom as she had asked permission of the new professor to sit in and evaluate the progress. She was also help for those students who didn't understand what was happening. Muttering started in the back of the class as arms were raised with the answer the teacher was looking for. Harry's arm rose, much to the astonishment of his friends.

"Why didn't you tell us you had your form?" Ron asked, astounded. His own form of a fox didn't bleed into his human shape, as his hair was red already.

Harry shrugged his answer and kept his hand in the air. Professor Haming called up students who rolled up robe sleeves to show their marks to the class. If a person didn't want to share their animal, they weren't made to. Some people had stripes up their arm, or had dyed hair. Others had tattoos around their wrists if their animal had rings.

Finally, the professor called Harry's name. He walked to the front, unbuttoning his robe and school shirt underneath it. Harry kept his back to the class as he dropped the top half of his clothing, displaying his back and the wing tattoos to the room.

The wings went up to hide in his hair line, while the lower part disappeared into his pants, ending just below his knees. "I see you have wings, Mr. Potter. Are you able to fly with them?" the professor asked. Harry nodded his head. "Hm…. Can you show us your wings as wings, not tattoos?" The man had run his fingertips across the skin, and felt the marks were part of the skin, not raised above the surface.

Harry sighed. "Yes, I can. Would you like me to?" The professor and the class said a positive yes. Harry's eyes closed as his magic was released to find his Animagus form. When he switched all the way, the thestral was looming in the back of his mind. However, when Harry only wanted to turn parts of him, he had to carefully use his magic. The change was as swift as him turning to thestral or back, but the time to start took a little longer.

Moments later, he felt his magic explode as the wings suddenly filled out and lifted from his skin, sliding through the fabric enclosing his body before becoming solid. His shoulder blades disjointed as his wings burrowed into the muscle, adding a new system of nerves to his brain as the limbs became second nature. Using the wings took as much thought as it took one to raise an arm or lift a foot – not very much thought at all - once one knew what he or she was doing.

Harry stretched his wings out behind him after checking that no one was sitting at the desk. He heard the joints pop and crack as they lined up again and felt the tendons stretch as the fingers expanded, pulling the skin taut. Harry brought his wings in loose to his back, holding them as he did Halloween night. He turned to face the astonished expressions of his classmates.

"That is very impressive Mr. Potter!" Professor Haming clapped, soon joined by the rest of the class. "You may sit, with added points to both your project and to your house."

Harry turned around to fetch his robes and shirt, simultaneously retracting his wings. A faint shiver coated his skin before they were gone with only the tattoos as evidence.

He pulled on his clothing as walked back to the desk, ignoring the mutters of Ron and Hermione. He just wanted to get out and see Draco again! Harry's thestral was already starting to nip at his magic for it to be let out, but he kept a strong hold on the form. The rest of class passed in a blur, and they were finally dismissed to their next class, which happened to be Potions. Snape returned to the subject once another Potions Master wasn't able to be found, as Professor Slughorn died from apoplexy during the war.

Though Harry had given up on being an Auror after the end of the war, he still took the class so he had something to do with his time. Ron skipped still, and Hermione was ever the studious one, practically taking every class as she didn't know what she wanted to do just yet.

Harry hurried down to the dungeons, dismissing Hermione's annoying calls for him to wait. The three were great friends, but Harry's thestral was getting anxious as it felt his mate approaching. The door to the classroom was open, but Harry found himself to be one of the last students to enter the room. Snape, too, was in his classroom, and used his wand to fling directions on the board as he nodded to Harry to sit next to Draco.

Harry sat with not one glare in the man's direction, whose eyebrow rose. However, Harry didn't notice as he was calming down, Draco's hand wrapped around his own with his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back.

Once the potion was started, and the groups had been able to talk, Harry and Draco conversed.

"This is not working, Draco," Harry whispered.

He replied, "If every class is going to end up with us practically being eaten insides out, then I say we just ditch."

His lover nodded and continued chopping the root that was to be added next.

"Smaller pieces," Draco chastised, and smirked at Harry's half-hearted glare. The couple's knees were touching under the table, as they couldn't well hold hands above the table at the moment.

Time passed with small touches here and there until the potion was almost complete, its surface smooth as glass even with visible bubbles seen beneath. Voices had risen to normal level as others were finishing up as well. That was when Draco spoke what had been keeping his mouth shut for the past while. "What if the need to be close doesn't stop until we've consummated our mating?"

Harry frowned. "That would be a good thing. I love you, Draco, but the need is starting to hurt."

"So let's go to either the meadow or the Room of Requirement after this, shall we?" Draco asked as he bottled the potion once the bubbles had broken the surface. Harry agreed to the room as he packed his books and sent a Scourgify into the cauldron before moving it to the available shelf.

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Snape could have sworn that Draco and Potter were closer than friends as the two had not one argument during the class. While walking through the four stations, he thought he saw them peacefully touching, the sides of their legs pressed together.

And Severus almost thought he was losing his mind as he watched Draco and Potter's son leave the room side by side, billowing robes hiding interlocked fingers.

The man glanced down at the glass enchanted to look like water. "Maybe I should stay off the rum for a few days," he mused aloud. He shook his head, hair tickling his cheeks. Snape picked up the glass and held it to the light, staring at the amber liquid. With another shake of his head, he raised the drink to his lips and threw back the mouthful. He hissed at the burn as it went down his throat.

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The two thestral-teens split up, and, avoiding their friends, skipped lunch to meet in the Room of Requirement. Hogwarts had repaired the room after the fire swept through, though now a new Room of Hidden Things would have to be started as every object was incinerated.

Draco had arrived first, and he walked three times before opening the door. His silver eyes lit up as he took in the lightly furnished room with attached bathroom. A king-sized bed with burgundy (a reddish-purple color) sheets and a black comforter, offset with silver throw pillows was the main attraction.

Past the foot of the bed, against the wall, was a fireplace with flames that heated, though threw off no smoke. Two chairs were on either side of the mantle, a rug spread at the foot. Draco heard a gasp and his head swung to the open door, soon followed by his body, as he took in Harry's astounded face. The blond hurried over to his mate and enveloped him in a hug, followed quickly by a kiss.

Draco's arm moved down the dark-haired boy's backside until his hand came to a rest at the back of his knee. He hiked the knee over his hip, and moaned into Harry's mouth as his arousal brushed the others. Harry's arms wrapped around his neck, and with a slightly rough push on the bones, Harry bounced so he could hook his ankles together behind Draco's back, pressing the two closer together at the crotch.

Harry controlled the kiss as he was higher up than Draco, his mouth having a better angle. He broke it off as Draco took a stuttering step forward to the giant bed. "I love you, my mate," Harry murmured between brushes of his lips against his mate's face and hair.

"And I you, Mate," he replied.

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Ron and Hermione breathed unsteadily, though quietly, from their vantage point outside the Room of Requirement under Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione cast a silencing charm on herself and Ron.

"Oh Merlin," Hermione stated blankly, her eyes still taking in the sight of the two opposite boys moving against each other. By this point, Malfoy was divest of the top half of his clothing, and the other two teens could clearly see the muscles move under pale skin, and tattoos just like Harry's!

"Clearly, we missed something," Ron said. His blue eyes were wide, but he stayed silent as he stared at his best friend and worst enemy as they continue to rid the other of clothing.

"This is hot," Hermione said, not noticing that her ward had come down. Both Gryffindors felt the burning stare at their backs, and they slowly turned to see Snape glaring at the empty space before him. A sweep of a hand and the two were bared from the cloak. His black eyes gave assessing looks at the two.

"I must say, I'm surprised that Gryffindors had it to be voyeurs. And I most certainly did not wish to see that," the man said. He closed his eyes and reached between Ron and Hermione to pull the door closed. It disappeared when the wood met the frame, and the girl frowned, as the two had progressed to the bed with only underwear on.

Snape spun from the door, Harry's cloak in hand. The Gryffindors left behind swore they heard him muttering under his breath, "I had my doubts, but they've made it work."

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~~~~***~~LEMON~~***~~~~

Draco smirked up at Harry as his warm breath puffed against the heated flesh protruding before his face. He licked up his mate's length and let his lips fall over the head, holding Harry's hips down so as not to choke himself. His tongue caressed the slit, licking up the deliciously salty liquid that had gathered. Harry moaned loudly at his ministrations, and propped himself up on his elbows to watch Draco.

The blond used one hand to fondle Harry's bullocks and the soft skin behind them as he sucked at the head. His cheeks hollowed with the force of the suction, and Harry groaned and tried to buck into the warm cavern again, only to be held down.

One finger slathered in cool lube provided by the room traced its way up Harry's leg and between the crack, tracing the pucker gently. Harry noticed nothing as he was so caught up in Draco's touch on his throbbing organ. He barely felt when his mate slid a single digit to the first knuckle through the ring of muscle. However, when a second finger joined the first and started to scissor him open, Harry whined out with the burning pain.

"It hurts, Draco!"

"Shh, Love, it'll get better, I promise," Draco soothed after he removed his mouth from Harry. He quickly returned the attention to his mate, as a third finger would be added soon. Draco knew he was bigger than three fingers, but figured neither he nor Harry would last long.

With a curl of the fingers buried deep in Harry, he found the nub of nerves – the prostate - that had Harry arching off the bed, almost screaming at the pleasure. He slowly eased the third finger in, and continued to scissor them, making sure to bump Harry's pleasure spot at every thrust.

Finally, with Harry almost coming at the pleasure and Draco at the sight, the blond pulled his fingers from his mate and lubed his cock, positioning himself at Harry's entrance as he slid up his body. "Make sure to relax," Draco said as he slowly thrust his hips up, breaching Harry's entrance.

Tears fell from Harry's eyes at the pain, but Draco kissed them away as he spoke gently to his mate. With one hand, he trailed down between their chests to wrap his fingers around the brunette's erection, pumping it for Harry's pleasure, all while slowly entering the willing body.

Soon, Harry felt the pain cross into pleasure, almost too much to bear. His legs were hooked over Draco's shoulders, much to his silent protests, as he couldn't get as much leverage. Regardless, Harry pushed up with his hips, accepting more of Draco's length into him and making the blond moan at the tightness.

"Faster, Draco, I'm not going to break this far in," Harry moaned out.

Draco's mouth descended to his as the blond quickened the pace. His angle kept changing as he searched for Harry's prostate, but when he found it, Draco was sure to run over the spot each time he thrust in and pulled out.

His and Harry's moans rang through the room as they neared completion. Harry's legs fell from Draco's shoulders to his waist, and Harry pulled Draco even closer. Skin slapped against skin audibly, echoing the pleasure felt by the two mates as they finally joined together, coming at the same time.

Draco barely felt as his teeth elongated, so enraptured with the way Harry's walls clenched tight around him as he shot his cum deep into the warm channel. Harry's back arched into Draco, and he felt as if his spine would erupt through his belly. His cum spurted between the two bodies that became one, and his teeth sharpened.

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Harry bit deeply into Draco's shoulder as Draco did the same to him. Both swallowed the mouthful of blood, seizing the bond for all its worth as thestral and human sides merged together. Harry lazily lapped at Draco's shoulder to close the wound as he savored the flavor of his mate's blood.

Being careful not to bring his full weight on Harry, Draco shifted to one side and rested, still buried inside his mate. Neither mate was willing to lose the closeness they had just gained.

After licking Harry's bite closed, Draco settled against the warm body, his face nuzzling into sweaty hair. One hand trailed down his mate's chest, fingers dipping into the cooling come. He lifted one to his mouth and licked the pearly liquid. "Not bad," Draco said with a grin.

He caught Harry's grimace and heard the muttered, "Slightly disturbing, that was," before the mess disappeared with a careless flick of Harry's wrist. Harry tucked his head under Draco's chin with a content sigh. His eyelashes flickered closed and Draco saw the shadow they made upon the slightly tanned cheek bones. One of the legs still over Draco's waist pulled the blond closer to the brunette, and Draco felt his erection start to fill out again, still inside of Harry.

The blond moaned at the sensation. "Yes, that feels so good!" he cried as Harry's hips rolled against his, accepting more of Draco into his body.

A flex of Harry's muscles had him rolling over atop of Draco. He braced his hands on Draco's chest as emerald eyes stared deep into almost-silver. Lips met as the mating ritual proceeded.

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"Why do you think you are a thestral?" Draco asked out of the blue as the two cuddled in the bed after many more rounds of passionate sex.

Harry was silent, and Draco nearly regretted voicing the question when he responded. "I'm not sure, but it's probably something to do with the war. I never tried to find out my form until I came back after it was all over, so something could have changed between then and now.

"It could also be the fact I hate the publicity that my so-called 'good' deeds have gotten me. Not to mention the fact that the public alternates between loving and hating me when ever the time fits."

Harry's voice dropped to a whisper. "My real belief is that I remain invisible to all but who have seen death and destruction as I have. I am invisible to those who see the title over who I really am."

Draco's eyes were wide, but he carefully pulled his lover closer to his chest and gently stroked the dark brunette hair. "You're visible to me," he whispered into the room. "I love you, Harry," he said.

He felt Harry's smile against his chest, along with the movement of his mate's lips as Harry replied, "And I love you."

Draco hugged Harry tight as the other banished the fruit of their lovemaking, and settled into sleep in the blonds' protective arms. The sensation of Draco's fingers tracing the tattoos on his back was the last thing Harry perceived, that and the immense feelings of love and acceptance.

End of Part 2…

Well, I can honestly say I tried to shorten this part and finish the story, but my muse has run away with the story line… No matter what I threaten (knife or thumbscrews), the plot keeps going.

So, with those words, I figure that you know there's a third (and hopefully only three) part coming soon.

Thanks for your patience!!!

And remember to PlEaSe ReViEw!!!

~Moony