A/N: sorry this chap took so long to post, I just started back at Uni and had to move all my crap into my new house, which is ace by the way. ^_^

WOW I got * 16 * reviews for the last chapter. So thanks to all for you who contributed, I'm so happy with the response this story is getting.

Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort using powers gained form his newly acquired, very rare and extremely powerful Animagus form. But this extraordinary gift has its downsides. And when Harry imprints on a stranger in the wood will he be able to complete the bond or should the question will he want to. Ok so this is my second ever story and first ever Harry Potter fic so R&R.

Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, though I wish I did.

Warning: this story contains YAOI boy/boy don't like don't read.

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Chapter 6

"Shit, shit, shit" Draco muttered the mantra over and over as he made his way quickly through the familiar corridors of the dungeon and away from the dreaded detention room. 'This is not happening, this can't be happening.'

"Why is this happening?!" The blond moaned miserably.

He couldn't believe that had just happened, he had got hard and Potter had felt it, Draco's face beamed red. 'Oh Merlin, kill me now.'

He was still half aroused and trying vainly not to think about why that was. It wasn't fair; he had tried to stay away form Potter after he found out – well after he found out he wanted to stay as afar as from the other boy as humanly possible.

Why did things like this only ever happen to him? I mean sure he wasn't a saint-ok yeah that was a give in- but did his really deserve this? All he wanted was to make the burning stop, that's all. He most definitely did not want find out… "Whahh!" he couldn't think about it without wanting to tear his own brains apart, throw the pieces to the floor and grind them to dust under his heel-and what a waste that would be, after all, his brains were top notch.

After the first time he'd breathed fire while in his Animagus form Draco's throat had remained blissfully pain-free for the better part of two days but all to soon the itching burn had started to resurfaced. Once it had gotten to an unbearable level, the young Slytherin started to expel the pent-up flames every few nights, when he went out to meet Potter and it was almost always in the other boy's direction (much to Draco's amusement).

It had worked or at least it had for a while but soon, no matter how much fire his dragon form had released each night the next morning the itch had come back. And as days passed the burning had slowly started growing in intensity and then stranger still, the smouldering sensation had sluggishly began to creep away of the boy's throat, down his wiry arms till it had settled firmly in his pale, elegant hands. It had felt like pulsing heat, radiating from just under the skin. They had throbbed constantly and Draco had been forced to repeatedly apply cooling spells to his abused hands. The only time they didn't burn had been when he was in Animagus form.

It had become his excuse for why he had continued to meet up with Potter every other night. But now he knew the real reason he went back night after night, the same reason that produced the unearthly pull towards the other Animagus as well as the ah… energetic dreams- that had reoccurred more than once in the past two weeks.

A few nights ago when Draco had finally had enough of the unrelenting burning, he had started looking for an answer and possible cure for the fiery irritation. He knew instinctively that it was something to do with having a dragon as an Animagus, but he could not find anything about anyone who had also had the winged creature as an Animagus . He had been reduced to researching the animal itself. It was an effort that took up all his spare time. He had found out a lot of useful information and even more that wasn't. He had just discovered which breed of dragon his Animagus form was, and was please to note that it was quite a rare branch of the Welsh Greenback known as 'Tearians' when that oaf Weasleby had knock all his reference books flying. Why were Gryiffindors all always knocking him over these days!

It had been soon after that incident that Draco had unexpectedly come across a horrifying and unwanted attribute of these so called Tearians that had him feeling profoundly dizzy. He had squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to erase the words that had continued to burn ominously behind the pale skin of his closed lids. With a growing since of doom the Slytherin had reluctantly opened his eyes and once more read the following line:

The Tearians are known for having pre-ordained Mates, usually of the same breed though there has exception. One can almost sense that illusive pull that draws them together. It has been suggested that this inescapable pull exists to insure that the Tearian's and its intended's bond will be completed without interruption or delay. The dragon always appears to know it's Mate at first sight even without prior interaction with the intended, in cases were the dragon meets it's Mate and yet fails to consummate the bond, weather due to death of the mate or the Mates indifference (through this only happens when the mate is not itself a Tearian, see pg 85.) results in the Tearian's weakening and in some cases even dying. But that is a rare occurrence and most Mates thrive, happy and loyal.

Mates! Him and Harry bloody Potter… Mates!

Draco wanted to cry with frustration.

However considering the fact that he was still in the middle of a well-used corridor that was just off the Slytherin common room entrance and inconveniently, painfully aroused, he intelligently decided that adding inconsolable weeping to the mix wouldn't be the brightest idea. He needed some place privet. Spinning around quickly, the blond spotted a door to a large empty storage room, slipping inside he let his lithe body slip down the rough wood of the door to the ground.

However now that he was here, safely away form public view, the tears he felt wouldn't come, the anger and aggravation that had erupted so carelessly earlier with Potter melted into numbness in this cold, dark little room. How could he and Potter be Mates?! 'We heat each other,' Potter couldn't even be in the same room with him without trying to half kill him, Draco thought remembering the weight of the other boy pinning him to the floor and the tingling sparks that erupted wherever the Gryffindor touched him. His erection twitched, Draco blatantly ignored it. He wasn't aroused, he detested Potter more than the other boy hated him, he couldn't stand the Scarhead! He was not attracted to whelp. However the soft moan that escaped his lips contradicted the thought. His stilled his shifting legs and tried to smother the delightful shivers that were shooting up his spine.

Ok so maybe…somehow…he was attracted to the git but it was all Potters fault. Why did the Gryffindor have to be so unguarded, when they were together in their Animagus forms, why did he have to smile so happily every time Draco appeared in thier little clearing and just why did Potter have to look at him in that way, as if Draco was everything that was good and beautiful about the world.

The blond sighed. God he hated Potter. The Gyrffindor was an idiot but then so was Draco, how could he let himself get swept away by a few looks and some weird Animagus magic. This was POTTER! And the golden git had no idea that it was Draco out there with him night after night, the blond didn't even want to imagine what the other boy would say if he ever found out. He would probably be degusted. 'Who am I kidding he's already degusted!' the Slytherin thought as he remembered how Potter whole body grew stiff when he noticed Draco's hard on. The mortified blond tried to suffocate the memory by burying his face into his hands and drawing his knees up to his chest. Really it was all Potter's fault just as everything else always was.

And that was the reason why Draco had tried to stay away form the dark haired boy when in human form he had even given up trading the usual insults and slurs with the pompous Gryffindor but the git wouldn't leave him alone. Then when Potter had gone and foiled all of his well laid plans that evening and Draco had just burst! How was it that no one but Potter could get under his skin like that. No one could upset the blond's cool reserve better than that gallivanting moron. And then…and then he just had to go and press that deliciously warm, toned body for his unto Draco's. Really how could the blond have been expected to stop his reaction? It…it was fucking natural, I-I mean, well he was already excited from the fight and and what with are those dreams and Potter sitting on top him and all, it was bound to happen right, RIGHT?

He moaned once more as he felt his cock throbbed at the memories but this time he couldn't bring himself to ignore it the tantalising friction. Squeezing his eyes shut he let his hand trail down to his cover erection and bared down on it, rubbing through the rough material of his trousers. Draco's breathing hitched as he felt the tormenting pressure against his sensitive cock. Slowly trying not to think (that was far to dangerous right now) but instead just feel, his spread his long legs, which where still bent at the knee and rubbed himself more firmly. " Mmm, hn" he took his lip between his pearly teeth and bit down to keep from calling out.

He couldn't take it anymore he had been on edge of days, the dreams growing each night in intensity, he had, had wet dreams before of course but not like the ones he was having now 'Damn whatever magic this is,' the blond cursed mentally. And every time the Slytherin had woke unsatisfied, he had shrived to think of anything but one thing that had brought him to such a level of unbearable need in the first place and yet every time he would come moaning, his body shivering to the image of a pair of penetrating emerald eyes.

'Fuck it!' he didn't have the will to fight it any more. He'd worry about the repercussions of his actions tomorrow. Right now he was going to embrace the image of those brilliant green eyes completely and utterly. He hastened to undo his belt, his slim fingers fumbling against the buckle.

"Oh god y-yes" Draco's whole body shivered in pleasure as his trousers slipped off his waist and slid up his taut thighs, releasing his engorged cock. Letting his mind freely roam back over the half forgotten dreams of the previous nights he let his slender hands trace over his quivering abs, pass the dark blond curls to gently grasp his swollen erection. "Oh ah-hh."

Thoughts of trees and moonlight crowed his mind and he imagined another hand that was not his tugging his pulsing cock, a darker, larger hand. He could feel the heat of his arousal in his hand and it was a beautifully blissful heat, compared to the insatiable burn of the pass few days. He breath sped up as his strokes grew faster, wilder. Draco imagined he could smell the damp earth of the forest floor and…something else, something altogether human.

The hand the was not pumping his straining shaft was travelling down to tease his balls, rolling them slowly in his palm, as other started to finger the slit at the head of his leaking cock. Draco gasped as a warm rush of arousal sped down to pool in his abdomen. His stokes became frantic, his panting breath sounding harsh and loud in the quite of the storage room. "Uh-h…oh…y-es, yes!" he was lost his in memories, being pinned to the floor, Potter warm and willing above him, pressing down into Draco, even as he held the blonds' wrist captive.

Little gasps and whimpers now penetrated the Slytherin's heavy breathing as he pictured the Gryffindor stroking him roughly to completion, and oh yes, this was it! He could feel he balls draw up and his cock tremble and just before he could peak he imagined the deep familiar rumble of the Gryffindor's voice whisper his name. 'Draco' and then he was coming hard and fast and oh god it was too much. His body shook as he rid out his climax, his toes curled tight threatening a cramp, his teeth biting violently at his abused bottom lip. But oh god did it feel good.

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"Oh holy crap… did I just get off to thoughts of Potter…willingly?!" Draco thought burying his face in his hands (which were still a little sticky). "Uh, I think I'm going to be sick!"

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"Hey Harry"

"What-oh, hi Ron" Harry greeted his best friend as he made his way over to his bed and pulled the drapes open so that he could pull his sleepwear out from under a rather battered looking pillow. The Gryffindor readied himself for bed in a bit of a daze, while professionally not listening to Ron as the redhead rattle on in the background.

He folded his clothes haphazardly and sat them on the chair by his bed and claimed in beneath the welcoming covers. As he switched off his bed side light he heard Ron say sincerely "Thanks of listening mate, it's good to have someone to talk to you know." And Harry felt he should feel guilty but somehow could couldn't quite mange it. His brain seemed to be on shut down, mechanically he set his alarm spell took off his glasses and settled back into the pillow and closed his eyes.

Fouty-seven and half minutes later he opened them…wide 'WHAT THE FUCK?' his brain scrabbled to catch up 'Did Malfoy just get a hard on?!' ' I- he-WHAT THE HELL?' Harry dragged his hands though his messy hair as was his habit when he was confused, what was going on? And why oh why did he remember that in the moment that he had felt the other boy become aroused, he had not jumped quickly away in shock and disgust but rather moved closer, fixated- for some reason -on the blush that had spread across his nemesis's pale cheeks…

After Harry had realised that the blond had left, he had just picked himself up and wondered back to Gryffindor automatically. He hadn't even finished cleaning- crap McGonagall was going to be pissed. 'But more importantly, what the hell is going on? What's Malfoy playing at, because he wouldn't…well he couldn't possibly be- Malfoy hates me! There no way he could…like me.'

Slipping his hand back under the pillow he quickly fetched his wand. Harry closed the curtains around his bed with I flick of his wrist, then lit up the area round him. Throwing himself over the side of the bed he monetarily rummaged around until he found what he looking for. Straightening up the dark haired teen grasped the Marauder Map in his hand. He quickly said the incantation and tapped it firmly with his wand, letting it fall open on the bed before him.

Something was defiantly going on with Malfoy and Harry was determined-if not obligated- to find out what it was. He soon spotted what He was looking for. But what was Malfoy doing in that part of the castle? 'Well I guess that just goes to prove it' Harry thought 'Malfoy was up to something.' dimming his conjured light before shifting out through the closed drapes and off his bed.

Harry carefully slipped on a pair of worn-out trainers. He grabbed his invisibility cloak from where it lay close to his bed and made his way quietly out of Gryiffindor tower, towards the courtyard near back of the school. Moving silently he creped though the shadows, glancing down that the map every few minute to make sure that he was still on track.

Malfoy was now heading pass the Ruins towards Hagrid's hut. What could the blond want there? Harry wondered confusion making him irritable.

The Gryffindor picked up his pace intrigued despite himself. As he got to the half-giant's house he could just make out Malfoys blond hair-white in the moonlight- as the Slytherin stepped between the three fringing the forbidden forest. Uneasiness stole over Harry's stomach, what was this feeling, dread. Anticipation? His heart thumped faster. His legs had come to a standstill when he noted the direction the other boy was headed-towards his and the dragons clearing, was it coincidence- now he forced them into action. As the darkness of forest closed in around him, Harry looked around searching for the familiar blond hair of his nemeses but he couldn't spot him. 'Where did you go to Malfoy?' Harry thought as he searched the forest around him. 'He was just here, how chould-' but the thought was interrupted as he stepped passed a large tree and nearly ran straight into the object of his query.

Stifling a shout of surprise Harry stumbled away from the blond quietly, his heart in his mouth. 'Shit, that was close.' Getting himself under control he looked up in time to see the Slytherin lean his narrow back against the bark of the tree and close his pale eyelids. What was he doing? The sinking feeling in the pit of Harry stomach grew as Malfoy's breathing steadied into a soft rhythm. Soon the blond began to glow, softy at first but then stronger and stronger until Harry's eyes watered up, stinging and he had to look down to blink the tears away. 'Oh please no, no. Oh please god you can't be serious.' Harry thought frantically, realising exactly what Malfoy was doing, the same thing that Harry himself had done uncountable times over the last lot of months.

Sure enough when he looked up again Malfoy was gone and in the blond's place stood an all too familiar dragon.

Shocked Harry stood there in the darkness watching the retreating form of the dragon as it ambled off into the trees, he made no move to fallow this time, he couldn't even remember how to use his legs.

He would have loved to say that everything just clinked and instantaneously made perfect sense but sadly that wasn't the case. Nothing made sense and he couldn't even order his mind enough to be able to think it all though clearly. Stupidly all his flabbergasted brain could clutch at was the fact that Malfoy had grey eyes too. But…it wasn't to, for Malfoy and the dragon, Hary's dragon were the same person and had always been the same person…and so the grey eyes that Harry had been obsessing over these last weeks where in fact…Malfoy's…

"Holy monkey on a pedestal!"

Then the dark hair boy groaned loudly, his hands pulling despairingly at his thick locks as every thing started to fall into place, "Oh man, I was just coming around to the fact that I had imprinted on another boy. Now not only is it a boy, it Malfoy!" Harry felt like crying. "Why, oh why does this kind of crap only happen to me?!

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Jinkins stepped into the dimly glowing room, nervous in the unfamiliar surrounding that where so different from where he usually met his contacts; the room was extravagantly furnished and the high vaulted ceilings made the space almost churchlike. Yes Jinkins was extremely uncomfortable here.

His contact sat in a lavish chair before a smouldering fire, that cast flicking shadows to dance about the well decorated walls. Walking hastily forward till he stood just before the shadowed figure Jinkins bowed his head slightly in greeting. "All the plans have been set, now we just need to wait for the perfect time to ambush the boy."

"Good. Soon that boy will get just what he deserves for what he's done to me."

"Yes, don't worry, we'll make him sorry that he ever dared to crossed you."

"No. no that will not be sufficient, Jinkins. I want you to make him sorry he was born!"

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Ok what did you think?

Don't laugh but I really did try to put an actual lemon in here. It's part of the reason this chap took sooooo long to finish-all that that rewriting. lol.

But what can I say, it just didn't flow with the story, sorry. But trust me, when the boys finally do 'get to it' there will be LEMONS for everyone, Lemon lollypops, Lemon jawbreakers, and even plain old LEMONS. So you'd best be putting you orders in now. grins.

So review and let me know what you think.

It's proven that reviews help you type faster. Grins.

-wingedstranger