A/N: Hey sorry this one took soooooooo long, it was like pulling blood from a stone.
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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 nine
"Harry!"
Harry stopped in the doorway of the great hall and turned to see his two best friends hurrying towards him.
"Hermione, Ron, how was your Halloween?" the dark hair boy managed to get out before Hermione threw her arms about him in a hug.
"Oh it was wonderful Harry. We ate pumpkin pie and bat stew and the twins put on the most impressive display of fireworks." The frizzy hair witch gushed.
"That's nice" Harry smiled thinking of how he had spent Halloween night watching the fireworks with Draco. The blond had been unexpectedly excited about the show of lights, Pointing almost childishly as the bigger rockets filled the black sky with purple and blue sparks, Harry remembered warmly.
"Alright mate?" Ron said stepping forward to clap his friend on the shoulder in greeting "Hope you weren't too board without us." The red head grinned. "Lets get some food, yeah? I'm starved."
"Oh Ron, honestly, is that all you ever think about?" Hermione huffed fallowing her 'starving' boyfriend into to great hall.
Harry trailed after them, his head automatically turning to the Slytherin table in search of a familiar icy blond head. As he scanned the faces he registered that the tables were already fuller than normal with the students returning from their homes. But no Draco. It would appear hadn't come down to breakfast yet.
He still had not told his friends about the blond yet and he had no plans of doing so any time soon- after all it wouldn't to have Ron's head explode all over the breakfast table now would it, Harry thought ruefully. But he probably should talk to the other Animagus about eventually telling people. He didn't have a clue as to how the other would react. They two of them had hung out a lot the last few days both in human and Animagus forms. It was still a little weird at it was Malfoy but Harry was surprised to find that the other teen way quite funny- in a purely sarcastic way of course- but he made Harry laugh. The dark haired boy had quickly learned to be weary of his mates short-temper well he had been acquainted with it for seven years- even Harry wasn't that slow. The young Gryffindor found that pretending to be oblivious to the blond's anger was the best method and if that didn't work distracting him did the trick- kissing being the favoured means. They had made out a few more times since the night in the forest but it went no further than some heady snogs and a little groping. Not that Harry was complaining, not at all. What's more Draco was trying- trying being the operative word- to teach Harry to fly while in his Animagus form. This Harry admittedly wasn't entirely peachy about, the blond seemed to get far too much fun out of telling Harry what he was doing wrong, in the Gryffindor's opinion. However the Dark haired wizard couldn't say that the blond's instruction wasn't working. Just last night he had almost covered a mile flying along side the dragon before he had gotten momentary detracted by Draco who at the time was performing an elaborate loop manoeuvre. Suffice to say that he had ended up barrelling head first into a conveniently placed puddle of mud. Brilliant. Needless to say he was able to make the Slytherin laugh too.
It was while he was having these amused thoughts that the blond himself waltzed into the hall, briefly their eyes meet before the blond's gaze slid sideways to where Ron and Hermione where chatting to Neville. After a moment the Slytherin looked back at Harry and lifted an eyebrow before seemly dismissing the Gryiffindor table altogether and striding over to sit down in his usual seat at the centre of the Slytherin table as if a king upon a thrown.
'What was that about?' Harry wondered, 'But then again perhaps it's best not to know.' The young hero thought and turned his attention to his friends' conversation.
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'So Weaslbe and the Mudblood where back, were they?' Draco thought the next day as he walked towards class. How would Potter having his ickle friends back effect his relationship with Draco?- not that they were in a relationship per say, he only used that phase as an alternative refused to come to mind at the present.
If he were honest with himself he would admitted that he didn't really have to think too hard on the issue. It was more than obvious that Potter would go back to his little friends and go back to pretending that Drcaco didn't exist.
Draco frowned, he didn't want to dropped, after all he was a Malfoy, he wasn't just some bit of fun, for Potter to enjoy and toss to the side like a wet rag. No if anyone was doing the dropping it would be him.
He entered the classroom with his hands clench firmly at his sides in determination. Straight away he spotted the traitor sitting in his usual place near the window. Weasel was just taking the seat next to the Animagus having set his books on the edge of the table- and really the red headed oaf made it just too easy. Draco moseyed past taking his time, making sure to bush his hips against the Gryffindor's table, catching the corner of the stack of books and sending them clattering to the floor.
"Malfoy! What the hell, my books!" the freckled teen screeched in outrage, flying out of his seat.
"Oh they were yours? Hm, I didn't know you could afford books." Draco drawled disinterestedly.
"That's it Malfoy!" the Ron spat, whipping his wand out so fast that Draco was almost impressed-though he's die before he would ever show it. Blinking lazily he saw a hand that was neither his nor the weasle's come between them, Harry wrapped his hand around the action end of Ron's wand. "Harry no, I'm not putting up with this anymore-"
"Ron come on, it's not worth it, you'll only end up getting yourself in trouble." The teen saviour reasoned quickly, putting a calming hand on his friend's shoulder as the class clamoured to see what was going on.
Draco's felt his cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment at Potter's words 'So I'm not worth I,t hun?' the blond thought bitterly. Shaking with rage Draco raised his own sleek wand and pointed it straight at a shocked Harry, the tip barely an inch form the Gryffindor's nose.
The slight movement of Harry's lips distracted Draco momentarily. It looked as if the Gryffindor wanted to say something but he remained silent. Draco's gaze flickered up to the green eyes that were filled with confusion and hurt and Draco found he couldn't remember what jinx he had planed to use. He was frozen; the hand that held his wand shook.
He face must have betrayed his sudden reluctance, for the something in Harry's eyes warmed and once again the raven haired boy made to speak but this time he was interrupted, by the door of the classroom banging open to permit a rushed professor Flitwick.
Wands and the arms dropped quickly and the class seem to let out a collective breath as the tension dissolved. And oblivious to it all Flitwick order the pupils to their seats to start the lesson. Draco didn't dear look at Harry, keeping his eyes on the floor quickly moved to take his seat.
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Draco sighed as he made his way down the cold stone stairs from the Owlery, he didn't even know why he bothered, his mother hadn't replied to any of his letters so far. It's not likely that, that would just suddenly change but he had to try maybe he should just go and visit her in person and have it out face to face. The blond sighed; he just wasn't up for that conversation yet. It was the last thing he wanted. 'Why can't things just go back to the way they were?' Everything was so messed up, Draco thought stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his expensive black slacks.
He was waiting for the changing stairways to move so that he could make his way down to the dungeon and the sanctuary that was his room. Perhaps a good night sleep would help him view things in a more positive light. Not that that was likely to happen what with the dreams, the blond reflected sulkily.
The whisper of material was the only thing the blond heard before Harry Potter appeared at his aide. Draco, having been completely caught of guard, jumped and none to gracefully at that.
"Merlin Potter! Do you have to do that?" Draco berated.
Potter simply watched as the blond recovered himself.
"Well? What do you want?" the Sltherin prince demanded impudently.
The Gryinffdor frowned, " I want to know, what you were playing at earlier today?" he said pointedly.
" I have no idea what your on about." Draco said dismissively, but was careful not to meet the other boy's eyes, choosing to instead focus on smoothing the imaginary wrinkles from his robes- everyone knows that the imaginary ones are the hardest to get out.
Harry let out an annoyed breath, as he heard the buzz underlying the other boy's words- Draco was lying. Harry grabbed hold of the blonds arm tightly. "Draco you completely started on Ron without any reason!" the dark haired wizard managed to keep his voice down with effort.
"And since when have I needed to have a reason to put Weasley in his place?" Draco countering and was quite proud that his snide tone, considering that at that very moment his heart was doing little flips due to the Gryffindor's firm grip on his upper arm. Potter's hand was delightfully warm and making it very hard of Draco to remember why they were arguing in the first place.
"But, I thought..." Harry trailed off sounding uncertain.
With effort Draco smothered the butterflies in his stomach and ripped his arm from it compromising position in his would-be mate's grasp and stepped back smiling as condescendingly as he knew how. "What? You thought that just because we hung around for a few nights, that the Weasel and I would become bosom buddies and that I'd start breading that monstrosity that Granger calls hair? Please Potter, I knew you were slow but this really take the pumpkin. Why should things be any different?"
"But thing are different," Harry insisted stubbornly, all thoughts of being quite forgotten. "We're …friends now." The last bit ended up sounding more like a question.
"Oh is that what we are?" Draco scoffed, turning away. And for the life of him the blond couldn't understand why the words stuck in his throat. It wasn't like he was upset, really the very idea for him and Potter being friends made him want to laugh, ha. "You don't have friends, you have adoring fans, so why don't trot off and let your little minions fawn all over you. Draco finished resentfully.
Harry bit back the hurt he felt that the scathing words; he was use to Draco's sharp tongue by now. However the bitterness in the other's tone was new it was almost like…
"Draco, are you jealous?" the boy who lived asked, walking up to stand right behind the blond teen, where the slim boy stood grazing out the window that spilled moonlight across the stone floor and down the top of the stairs that had just moved into place with a rumbling groan.
The Slytherin whirled around in affront "Jealous!" he gaped "What! Of you, d-don't be ridiculous." The dragon Animagus stammered.
But Harry could see that the faint tinge of pink that coloured blond's pale cheeks and he was nearly seventy four point five per sent sure that it wasn't due to anger-those were good odds by any standard. So trusting his instincts the dark haired hero threw caution to the wind and pressed his lips to Draco's, the blond's mouth was still partially open and Harry wasted no time in deepening the kiss.
The Slytherin put up a weak struggle of a few moments before he lost himself in the motion of the other boy's of lips sliding slowly but relentlessly over his own and as a hot wet tongue dipped into taste the dark carven of his mouth Draco fought to keep his suddenly jelly-like legs under him. He let loose a heady moan, the sound shocked him from then kiss-induced fog that had engulfed him in mere seconds.
Draco pushed the Gryffindor away but chose not to relinquish his grip on Harry's oversized jumper; his legs were still a bit unsteady. "Wait a minute Potter. I'm not jealous. Understand." Draco pressed determinedly.
"Yep" Harry agreed at once and kissed the blond again, letting his hands skim over the Slytherin's delicate ribs to grope that the boy's narrow back. "Your not jealous." He whispered heatedly against the Draco redden lips, really there wasn't any point to bringing up that Harry knew the other wizard was lying, he heard the buzz of a non-truth clearly this time but the blond didn't need to know that. That would be counterproductive.
Malfoy seemed to be satisfied with the green eyed teen's answer, for his pressed his lean body closer to Harry's and wrapped his long arms around the burnets shoulders, letting his slender fingers thread threw the dark locks that curled at the back of Harry's neck. God but he loved it when Malfoy did that. A sharp tug on those silky strands sent a hot jolt of pleasure down the young Animagus's spine. Allowing a rough gasp escape, Harry felt his want take over any sensibilities he had left. They needed to go somewhere were they wouldn't be interrupted, detaching himself from the eager blond, Harry grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him down the hall away from the stairs.
"Potter why'd we stop, where are we going" the Slytherin asked but he did not stop them but followed trustingly- proof that he was still somewhat dazed by their resent activities. Harry only took advantage of the other boy's momentary complacency and rushed them towards the room of requirement, which was thankfully not too far away.
When they walk through the door Draco took in the plush carpets and four-poster bed glowing in the dim lighting of a dozen candles and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Um well, you see.." Harry try desperately to get his lust engrossed brain to think up some excuse, any excuse for why the room of requirement had suddenly taken on the image of a cheesy muggle love hotel but predicable nothing sprang to mind.
"You've got some questionable tastes Potter, you know that?" Was all the blond said before yanking on the front of Harry worn jumper and kissing the blushing hero soundly. Ignoring the flush of embarrassment that covered his cheeks the Gryffindor draped his strong arms around Malfoy's trim waist letting his qudditch rough hands glide up under Draco's cotton shirt to caress the wiry muscles there. Somewhere in the back of his mind Harry was knew that he should still be pissed at Draco for fighting with Ron and raising a wand at him but he couldn't stop the larger part of his brain thinking that a jealous and insecure Malfoy was unexpectedly cute not to mention sexy... He would just have to find away to convince the blond not to take his anxiety out on Harry's friends, and he would have to do it without actually letting the Slytherin know that he knew about the boy's insecure feelings in the first place-should be easy enough, right?
Harry's thoughts were halted as Malfoy took the dark haired wizard's ear into his teasing mouth and started to suck on it. Harry had to remember to breath that had to be the most erotic thing he had ever felt and what was more was that fact that he could hear as well as feel the warm puffs of air against his ear as Malfoy busied himself with his task. The Gryffindor's hardening cock twitched with desire. Growling impatiently Harry dragged his fingers over the pale skin of Malfoy's back, sure that the light flesh would show that evidence the next day. Bringing one hand between their bodies he slide his digit up the other boy's taut abdomen to bush against a nipple, which instantly harden under his attention. Malfoy gasped and buried his head into Harry's neck biting down harshly and moaning loudly against the abused flesh. It seem that Harry found one of the boy's sweet spots. He could feel the Draco's erection pressing against his hip. Just the feel of it brought Harry own cock to standing attention.
"Fuck Draco, ah." Harry grunted as the blond devil started sucking on the spot he had just bitten. Warmth spilled down his body to pool in his groin, unable to stand still, the rush of lust spared him in to motion. His hand reached up to bury themselves into the sleek tresses of the blond's hair, pulling on the stands non too gently the frantic brunette smashed their moths together and kiss the Slytherin with fiery vigour. Latching on to the other's moth desperately, swallowing the heady moans that issued from the unsuspecting boy.
Both set of hands frantically clutched at the other's clothes in effort to bring their bodies closer still. Harry's impatient hands moved down to kneed the panting Slytherin's ass, pushing the blond's arousal, which was delightfully caught between them against his muscled stomach creating the most moth-watering friction. A low groan erupted from the arching blond, he rub his hard-on closer to the Gryffindor's jutting hip bone, his hands gripping the material of the brunette's jumper as if it were the only thing that would keep him standing. As their panting breaths speeded up Draco reach down to fumble at the hero's zip, his mind so fogged with want that he felt no shame or embarrassment in the action.
As he slid his ever-warm hands into the other's boxers he heard Potter call out in surprise and for a moment he smirk in amusement, betting that none of the Gryffindor's adoring admirers ever touched him quite like this. But all to soon he was emitting his own cry of pleasure as the dark haired saviour reciprocated the gesture, palming the blond's pulsing cock. And god it felt, it felt, there where no words. The warm hand sliding over the heated skin of his turgid prick was so good, Draco couldn't remember being quite this sensitive before, he could feel every tiny movement the other Animagus made. He was abnormally aware that it was the Gryffindor touching him, which made it all the more arousing. His breath heaved in his narrow chest. He was so close. For a moment he thought that the green-eyed boy was shaking before he realised that his it was him that shook, his whole body trembled deliciously. As he sunk deeper into the sensations Draco became even less aware of his laboured breathing, there was no thoughts about not losing control, it was lost. He was so completely immersed in his impending release that he was somewhat startled as a marginally cooler hand than that of his own pressed against his pale fingers that had unconsciously stilled. The blond tried to mutter an apology – it came out more and a needy whimper, Draco renewed his efforts wrapping his hand around the other boy's heated shaft gripping it gently, he started to pumped the Gryffindor rhythmically his stocks speeding up with the pulsing of the blood that pounded in his own ears in his ears. "Yes, yes! Faster." He was so close.
Hearing the blond's words Harry clasped the boy's throbbing cock tighter in his strong hand. He mouthed absently at the slender neck before him as he worked to build the pressure. God it was amazing did it always feel so much more better to have someone get you off and then it did to do it yourself? Harry wasn't sure but he felt that it must have something to do with who it was and the fact that it was his mate doing this with him, it certainly felt like magic. Reaching further down Harry cupped the boy's sack and messaged it slowly. The reaction was sudden the blond cried out in ecstasy a gripped the front of Harry's jumper for support and would have slumped to the floor if not for Harry's embrace. Cool air hit his neglected cock for a moment before the dark haired savour pulled their bodies firmly together once more. The blond seem to be complete unaware of his surrounding as he came down from his high, he was whispering what sounded suspiciously like Harry's name over and over into the brunette's hair. And shit if that wasn't one of the hottest things the young hero had ever heard. Still achingly hard Harry was reluctant to order the blond to get back to business and bring him off- even though there was nothing he wanted to do more at that very moment. He didn't think he should press his luck- this was Draco after all. He would just wait it out but it was maddening and the other teen was still squirming against him, riding out the last of his orgasm.
Draco numbly became aware of the world again, cracking his eyes open he was greeted by Potter's face close enough to lick, he vaguely thought about doing just that when he realised that other boy's eyes were still squished shut, the Gryffindor's almost looked in pain! Suddenly the hard cock rubbing insistently against his tired thigh became blatantly obvious. Wincing at his faully Draco pushed his slim thigh in-between the other's legs and slid his hand back down to cup the head of the hero's straining cock Draco teased his thumb lightly over the already dipping slit and that was all it took. The Gryffindor was coming in his hand, grunting out his release. The sedated blond braced himself as the other swayed slightly and his hold on Potter's jumper became more for the other boy's aid than his own. Quietly he listen to the other catch his breath, worked on fixing his appearance, he wasn't quite sure what the protocol was now. Glancing up he caught the other Animagus's gaze; Potter was grinning like someone had just told him at all the end of year exams were cancelled. Draco give him a critical look but couldn't his own smile.
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"What's with this holding hands business Potter it rather takes way form the rugged façade that you've got going on?" Draco ask as the made their down an empty corridor.
"So you think I'm rugged do you, hn?" Harry smiled wiggling his eyebrows.
"What! No!" the blond sputtered.
"Wait did you hear something?" Harry hushed the thinner boy.
"Shit it's Filch, I can't be caught or that old crone McGonagall will have me thrown out for sure!" Draco fretted, looking about hastily before turning back to Harry with a glint in his eye. Without farther ado he threw his arms around the startled Harry who as you can imagine was quite rightly confused by the grope fest and the part what it had to play in keeping the blond from being suspended, unless of course Draco planned in shocking the elderly caretaker into a heart attack.
But soon enough the reason for the blonds questing hands became all too clear as they discovered their goal, which for course was Harry's invisibility cloak 'Hn, maybe I am slow.' Harry thought flittingly as he watched Draco scamper of towards a shadowed alcove, wheeling the cloak over his platinum head on the way.
Harry stood there shocked of a second 'And just what the hell does he expect me to do with myself while he hides safely under MY cloak? Git'
Taking of after the thief Harry groped around where he thought the other was likely to be.
"Hey, hey! Watch the hands Potter." Draco's disembody voice hissed.
"Well the move over" Harry retorted searching for the end of the material. He could hear the booted footsteps coming their way.
"There's not enough room for the both for us" Draco responded slapping the Gryffindor's hands away.
"It my cloak Malfoy" the dark haired boy argued.
"Yes but no one's your case, the most you'll get is a few detentions." Draco incorporeal voice insisted.
"You gotta be joking." Harry whispered in disbelief. " There no way I'm taking the fall for you!"
" I thought that's what you did, sacrificing yourself to help the innocent." The footfalls sounded just around the corner.
" Innocent! You" Harry soughed, "Don't make me laugh" and with that said he yanked the corner of the cloak up and practically threw himself underneath where he collided with the annoying blond.
They both fell in a heap on the ground, with Harry sitting on Draco's lap and while blond cradled the back of his head where it hit of the wall behind them. "Ouch!"
"Shush"
They just about managed to drag their feet under cover of the invisibility cloak before filch stepped into view, the two didn't dear breath until the old caretaker footsteps faded out of hearing.
"Well that was fun." Harry chirped brightly, pulling the cloth off them and looking at the wincing Slytherin.
"Draco narrowed his eyes at the other's cheeky grin.
"I hate you, Potter." Harry heard the buzz of the lie.
"I hate you too." the Gryffindor replied happyily.
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