My bad :( I sort of, kind of forgot about this fic (I know bad right). I've been backpacking around through south East Asia. But thank you so much for the reviews especially dino1836.
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.
Chapter Ten
"Damn, I'm beat." Harry complained as he flopped down on the soft grass. Sifting onto his back, he folded his aching arms beneath his head and watched the clouds drift through the orange tinted sky.
He had wished many times that the strain he felt after copious amounts of exercise in his Lyfith form would simply disappear when he transformed back into his smaller human body but as luck would have it, the pain only seemed to increase. It felt like his entire being ached. Malfoy he was sure took some sort of sadistic pleasure from seeing him in pain. The bond was fiercer that a drill sergeant as he watched Harry struggle again and again through the difficult flight manoeuvres that he had prepared.
"Yes well, this shall only be a short break, you need to keep practicing if you're going to get up to my standard." The blond demon preened, taking a seat next the exhausted Gryffindor. Harry watch as the other boy legs kicked out artfully in front of him and used his long slender arms to prop him up from behind. "Although your are not as terribly horrible as you were the first time we tried. I suppose there is hope for you yet." Malfoy noted absently.
It had been nearly a week and a half since their intense makeout session in the room of requirement and although they sill met up to fly together the blond hadn't even kissed him once. It was almost as if the blond was avoiding any form of physical contact. This of course had Harry slightly worried, he tried to think back to anything that he might have done to upset the blond but he couldn't think of anything. Maybe the blond just got spooked because they had moved so fast. It was true part of Harry was still somewhat shocked that they had become so close in such a short amount of time, but the rest of him the part deep within that ached to see the blond each day made him certain that this was how it was meant to be all along.
Harry cracked an eye open to look up at the ruthless Slytherin "Better watch you don't hurt yourself, dishing out those big compliments there." Harry said dryly "and I was never that bad." He finished in a grumble.
"Oh please Potter, you ended up having a mud bath the last time you flew." Malfoy grinned at the memory.
"Yeah, well-" Harry stopped, unable to think of any good response. "Well the hood for your robes is inside out." Harry pointed accusingly.
"What are you talking about?" Draco threw a look over his slim shoulder, "No it isn't."
"Yeah but I made you look." Harry grinned, shifting onto side to eye the not very amused blond.
"Oh your wit astounds me Potter." Draco replied in a deadpan tone, before rolling his eyes but letting a smile slip over his soft lips. "Honestly, I have no idea why I put up with you."
"It's because you can't get enough of my rugged charm." The brunette supplied as he pulled on the other boy's arm to bring him down to Harry's level, He was surprised at his own boldness.
The move surprised the blond as well but he let himself be pulled- if a little awkwardly- towards the Gryffindor. "Oh yes that must be it" Draco intoned sarcastically, as the back of his head touched the ground, causing his ice blond hair to fan out in a halo.
"It's irresistible." Harry wasn't sure if he was talking about his supposed charm or the boy spread out beneath him, but really at this point it didn't matter.
As Harry looked down at Mafoy he thought of how strange it was that the two of them together like this felt so right. The place in his chest seemed to swell with a humming glow and Harry smiled contently. After a few moments of just basking in the ambience the dark haired wizard noticed that Malfoy was starting to shift with the embarrassment his stare. Harry's smile grew larger at the other's awkwardness. Of course the bond read this wrong and flush of anger tinted his cheeks as he started to pull away.
"No." was all Harry said in protest but in that one word the young Lyfith imparted al his meaning. And it was enough for Draco stilled and turned his face towards the objecting teen.
Before anything else was said Harry leaned forward and pressed their lips together softly and kissed the blond boy.
Harry drew away slightly; trailing light kisses across to the blond's sharp jaw and down to the boy's pale neck. God but he loved that neck. He breathed in the sent of the boy beneath him and nuzzled the warm flesh, kissing it lazily every now and then. The Gryffindor was vaguely aware of the soft noises of pleasure the Slytherin was making as he parted his lips over the blond's earlobe and such slowly pulling the soft skin between his teeth. It was amazing how even this was turning him on. Never in a million years would he have ever pictured himself molesting Draco Malfoy's neck let alone getting off on doing it.
For so many years he had hated everything about the cunning Slytherin and yet here he was fixating on three tiny freckles that formed a small but perfect triangle that was perfectly hidden behind the ear he was currently abusing. It was somehow unexpected to see the small blemishes in Draco's otherwise unblemished expanse of pale flesh. For Harry was use to thinking of the blond as faultless- in appearance if not manner. So for that reason he felt comforted that the Malfoy's impenetrable flawless exterior might have some weakness through which Harry somehow might be able to get closer to the reserved Slytherin.
Unable to resist he swept his tongue over the small marks and sucked strongly moaning with need.
"Potter!"
Draco's voice sounded strained and Harry could feel the blond squirming beneath him as he continued unrelenting, his tanned hands feeling the other boy's stomach muscle's rippled where he had his hand up the boy's shirt- when had he done that?
"Potter I said stop!" this time Draco pushed Harry back breaking his contact with abused skin which had turned a violet red against the rest of his alabaster neck, the sight just aroused the brunette all the more. He bent his head to continue but the Slytherin stopped him once more.
'Why?' was all Harry could manage in his current state of lust and confusion, his face flushed as his voice creaked on the word.
"Look Potter, not that this isn't all very nice." Draco sighed, his slim hands still braced against the Gryffindor's chest "but we're out side, in broad daylight where anyone can see us." The blond complained breathing heavily.
"So let them, I don't care." Harry shrugged, "If it brother you so much I can throw the invisibility cloak over us."
"No" Draco said quickly then sighed in irritation "Fine alright if you must know, I'm hard and if you keep sucking on my bloody neck like that, I'm going to…you know."
"Hm, that idea didn't seem to brother you so much the other night" the Gryffindor smirked down at the now glaring blond.
Well that was different." The Slytherin protested.
"Why? Because it was me that almost spunked in my shorts?" Harry was physically trying to keep at that point.
"Yes, exactly" Draco answered deadpan "Now get off."
"Ha, trust me I was trying to but apparently you have issues about getting off in public." with that said Harry give in and burst out laughing as Draco shoved him off and stood glaring down at him.
"Har har, your comical wit astounds me." the blond replied with a sneer, but he related and allowed himself to be pulled back down when the young hero stretched out a hand to him. It was amazing how you could be so attracted to someone and yet still want to throttle them at the same time. Draco supposed it to be the some sort ironic side effect of this mate business.
The Slytherin settle himself back on the soft grass, where Potter lay on his back with his eyes closed. Looking at the small lazily smile of containment that played over the brunettes smooth lips, Draco was once again struck by how very dangerous this being the mate of Harry Potter business really was, more and more his mask was slipping while he was around the other boy, he was becoming dangerously complacent. And that was totally out of the question, Malfoy's were always on their guard always had their wall in place, and yet here was the amazing Harry-save-the-world-Potter, law onto himself, who seemingly without a care in the world stumble straight through all of Draco's carefully constructed barriers. Yes Harry was dangerous alright, dangerously close, too close to knowing more about Draco then anyone had the right to know. And perhaps the most alarming fact about the whole situation was that the normally indifferent Slytherin was finding it hard to muster up the effort to care about the breach to his personal life. He blamed it on this bond; it was missing with his head, well why else would he be willing to spend time with the Gryffindor bonehead? And what's more, actually enjoy himself.
It was true he did enjoy it; he had never had more fun. He had never just been able to hang out with a friends before without having to thinking about underlined meaning and back handed insults, which inevitably where part of the package when dealing with other Slytherin's. Not that Draco didn't enjoy the subtle art of the Slytherin mind games; on the contrary he prided himself on the fact that he could not be bested.
But this time he spent with Potter was something completely different and almost alien to the young blond, he was able to just let go and say what was on his mind with out fear that it would backfire on him. And of course being able to boss the Golden boy around, while the other had no choice but to listen carefully to his superior knowledge of lying was extremely gratifying. Truthfully Draco was practically tickled pink at the thought of being better at the Gryffindor at something and he rarely missed a chance to rub it in the other teens face.
"What are you smiling about?" Harry asked from his position on the ground.
""Oh just about how superior I am to you Potter." Draco drawled Happily.
The blond watched as the other boy scoffed at his pretentious remark while raising himself from his lying position to squint up at the Slytherin, his quidditch rough hands to blocking against the glaring g sun.
"Yes we should all bow down to your obvious greatness." Harry intoned with mock sincerity as he shifted closer to the preening blond and bowed his head in imaginary worship.
"Now that's the most intelligent thing you've said all day." Draco replied primly, a small smirk about his mouth.
Harry smiled up at the blond and lifted his hand to shove the other wizard teasingly; instead of pulling back straight away Harry let his hand linger over the soft skin of Draco's forearm. "You're so much paler than me." The brunette commented lightly.
"It's called breeding Potter." Draco supplied airily, but brought his own hand down to place it over the Gryffindor tanned one, to survey the difference for himself.
Harry smiled thinking again of the triangle of freckles behind the Slytherin's left ear. He wondered what the blond would say if he knew about them. Harry decided to keep it his secret for a little longer.
" Draco I've been thinking." Harry started as a thought occurred to him.
"Oh dear Potter, not your best quality." The blond teased absently tracing a finger lightly over the Gryffindor's hand.
"Shut up for I minute you prat." Harry grinned and swotted the blond Slytherin lightly before becoming serious once more. "I've been thinking about that night in the forest." The dark heard admitted, "I've been wondering who could possibly want to attack you." Harry finished watching as Draco's hand came to a stop over his wrist. The blond boy didn't speak but just continued his observations of the patch of grass on which they sat.
It was obvious to the young hero that Malfoy didn't want to discuss this subject, but Harry needed to know. So letting out a breath he didn't realised he'd been holding and decided to take a risk. " Well, I was just wondering, if perhaps you could maybe think of anyone who might want you… hurt." The tanned teen changed the last word to save the blond's feeling, but there was no doubt in Harry mind that whoever those men were they had meant to kill Draco that night. Green eyes winced that even the thought of that happening. Harry would never allow it, could never allow it, fear and anger welled up sickeningly within his chest. It was an innate instinct, there were people out there that meant his mate harm, it was enough to threaten to send the young animagus into a rage that temped him to tear through every dark alleyway and shady hideout until he found those that were after Malfoy.
Draco was silent for a few more moments before raising his sliver gaze the meet Harry's intense green one, a counterfeit smile place over his perfect lips.
"Ha what can I say, I'm a popular man, many people wish me dead." The casual way in which the blond said it twisted the Gryffindor's stomach.
"Draco!" Harry reprimanded.
"No it's true," the blond continued in a self-mocking tone. "You can't say that you, yourself would've mourned me, if I had found myself on the wrong end of a Avada Kedavra only a couple of months ago, could you?" Draco smile became bitter.
Harry watched were the blond's hand- that moments before had rested gently over the Gryiffindor hand – was now wrapped tightly around the Slytherin's own upper arm, as if in self preservation the sight made Harry's heart wrench with need to reach out and pull the blond close. Barely he stopped himself from doing just that. He still didn't know the other boy well enough to judge how the blond would take the gesture. Instead he settled for saying "But things are different now, I wont let anything happen to you."
Harry watch for the blond's reaction, sliding a finger nervously for the bridge of his nose to the tip and back up to fix his glasses more firmly upon his nose in a habit that he had picked up over the years. "I just think that we if had a better idea of who it could've have been, that we could perhaps figure out how to stop them." the boy-who-lived added quietly. Apparently it was the wrong thing to say.
Malfoy's head snapped up, a contemptuous glint in his darkening eyes. "What! Is the great and powerful Potter going to save me?" The blond scorned. "Oh please." The blond spat "You're so full of yourself."
"Stop it, Malfoy you know that's not what I meant." Harry defended himself, ok so the Slytherin was upset, but it didn't mean that he had o take it out on Harry, after all he was just trying to help. " I just don't want to see you get hurt." He told the other teen.
"I can look after myself." The blond threw back " I always have and I've been fine up till now."
Harry sighed "Look I'm not saying that you can't, I know you can ok." He insisted, slightly irritated. He moved so that he was closer to the other boy. "All I'm saying is that you don't have to do it all by yourself. We're friends now, or a least I hope we are. I just want you to know I'm here to help if you want me to." the brunette finished with a huff, placing a hand on the other shoulder.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway." Draco started, but Harry could tell that the blond was no longer angry; his slim shoulders had loss their defensive stiffness and relaxed under the Gyffindor's hand. " I have no idea who sent those men." the Slytherin confessed.
"Well I guess we'll start by finding out then. " Harry said evenly, offering the Slytherin a small smile, which he was glad to see was- after a moment's hesitation- returned.
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