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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 twelve
Harry didn't know how long he sat there, cradling Draco's unconscious body in his arms, rocking the boy back and forth. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the bright red of Draco's blood, there was so much. Too much.
Vaguely, as if through deep water he heard a shout. For a moment a spike of fear stabbed through him when he thought that it might be Draco's attracter, but it couldn't be, Harry could still see the smouldering remains a few meters from where he sat. Looking back at his bloody stained hands. He heard the shout again, closer this time and recognition penetrated the fog around his brain. Suddenly Hermione was beside him asking what had happened, he faintly processed the terror in her voice, but could quite bring himself to understand what it meant.
Then Ron was on his other side, trying to pull him from the body he so desperately clutched at. He was trying to take his mate from him. Panic flashed like a blade and without even thinking Harry stuck out at this stranger who was trying to separate him and Draco. "Get back! Stay away." His voice so broken that even he didn't recognise it.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as she watched as her boyfriend was flung back farther than Harry's natural strength could account for. This was bad. Harry seemed almost catatonic, the witch thought. 'What the hell was going on?' She was still railing form Harry's earlier sudden departure-when had he learned to fly? - And then to come upon this scene. It was too much, even for her brain to handle. Helpless she watched as her black haired friend unrelenting, gripped at a bloody and unconscious Draco Malfoy. Blood was everywhere. The smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils as she watched as Ron thankfully stumbled to his feet, looking stunned, but ok.
"Harry what happened here? " She questioned frantically "Are you hurt? You're bleeding." The young witch exclaimed, scared to get too close to the distraught Gryffindor. Harry mumbled something that she couldn't quite hear and dragged Malfoy closer. "What?" she asked leaning in to catch the boy's words.
"It not my blood!" Harry roared so viciously it made the witch jump back with fear, she had never, never seen Harry like this, not even during the last battle. There was so much fear and anger in those green eyes and pain too, a pain so intense that Hermione found herself looking away.
" Mate, Harry!" Ron said once again keeling beside the catatonic teen. You have to let go, we need to get Malfoy to the hospital." Ron reasoned, impressing Hermione with his levelheaded clam. Biting her lip anxiously, Hermione turned to see how the raven-haired boy would take it. She was disappointed to discover the boy shaking his head -which was now half buried in Malfoy chest- in refusal. She and Ron shared a bewildered look, why on earth was Harry reactng as if his world might end because Malfoy was hurt- sure the Slytherin was in bad shape but it's not like any of them even liked the blond. Again she wondered just what the hell had happen here.
Shaking her own head resolutely, she steeled herself and reached forward to bury her hand in her friend's mass of messy black hair and yanked hard. She brought her other hand down sharply, slapping the boy soundly across the cheek. "Harry, let go of Malfoy!" she shouted sternly. "Do you want him to die, Harry, do you?" She yelled shaking her friend's shoulders " Because he will Harry, if we don't get him to Pomfrey he will!" She panted, body shaking with intensity.
Those words seemed to dispel the mist of shock that surrounded the Gryffindor's head, blinking his eye's Harry took in his surrounding with a with a clear head. He looked down at Draco and gulped. The blond was unnaturally pale. "Your right, we have to get him back to Hogwarts." Harry decided with a quick decisive nod.
Being carefully not to jar the blond, Harry lay the blond's head softy upon the cold earth of the forest floor. Thinking quickly now, Harry realised that he would have to fly the blond back to the castle; they couldn't apparate since Dumbledore had strengthen the wards. There was no hope of anyone getting throughh and it would take too long to levitate him there. "Take of your ties." He told his two friends and he moved to undo his own. He watched as Hermione and Ron looked at each other for a moment, sharing an apprehensive look before they rushed to comply.
Harry bent to retrieve his wand form where it lay forgotten, half lodged under Draco's motionless body. Quickly casting a simple transfiguration spell at the piece of cloth in his hand, turning the red and god Gryffindor tie into a good length of sturdy rope, he motioned for his friends to do the same.
"Your going to have to fasten him to my back once I transform into my Lyfith shape. I'll fly him to Hogwarts that way." Harry explained, giving the rope in his hand to Ron. "You guys follow as fast as you can." Harry waited for a sign that they understood. Once he received two hesitant nods, he bent his head to focus on the changing to animagus form..
After that it didn't take long for the two Gryffindor's to strap Draco to Harry black fur covered back. Once the blond was firmly secured with both spells and rope, Harry turned to nod his big cat like head at the anxious couple. Flexing both muscles and wings, Harry launched himself into the air toward the castle and help.
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After a quick frantic flight the castle courtyard came into view, there were still a few students milling about, talking to friends or heading of to Hogsmead. Harry didn't have time to worry about the reaction a huge winged lion landing in the school courtyard, bending his legs, he prepared of impact with the cobble stones and landed as softly as possible, considering his speed. Without further thought the Lyfith bounded towards the castle door, which were thankfully opened, he didn't think Dumbledore would have appreciated Harry blowing up the huge oak doors-not that that would have stopped him.
Hurtling through the halls of Hogswarts, Harry made for the hospital wing, trying to keep his wings form knocking over the surprised students as he passed. He was reluctant to fold them too close to the boy on his back out of fear of injuring the blond more.
Finally skidding around the corner to the hospital wing, Harry was not surprised to see Dumbledore waiting for him, a frown distorting his usually perpetually smiling face. Madame Pomfrey was small and businesslike at his side.
Harry came to a stop his lungs heaving with exhaustion, he allowed the school nurse to briskly remove the ropes and spell work that kept Draco attached to his board back. A troubled grimace decorated her aged face-obviously not likening the sight of the copious amounts of blood that stained the Slytherin's clothes. She started casting exploratory spells to assess damage as she levitated blond swiftly, yet smoothly through the doors to the hospital wing and out of sight.
Free of his burden, Harry closed his eyes and focused on transforming back it was about as much as he could manage. Once again in human form, Harry opened his eye's finding himself disorientated of a moment in his smaller body. He stumbled as he hurried to follow the medwitch and his mate through the doors- he need to with the blond.
He would've fallen if not for Dumbledore's steadying hand on his arm. "Harry." The old wizard said softy and Harry wasn't sure if the headmaster was trying to comfort him or whether he was asking something of him but whatever the case he didn't have time.
He turned to glare at Dumbledore. "I need to be with Draco." Harry insisted.
"You need to lie down, you're exhausted, both physical and magically." The elderly wizard countered in a level voice. Harry shook his head roughly, there no way he was resting when Draco could be … He couldn't even bring himself to finish the thought as he tried to pull his arm form the man's hold but he had no strength left. His body felt as limp as a well used rubber band.
"No!" Harry yelled finding the will to yank his arm from the headmasters grip. But even as his hand slipped free, a sticky blackness flickered at the edge of his vision, he lost his footing and the last thing he heard as the floor rushed to meet him was Dumbledore casting a quick cushioning charm.
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When Draco opened his eyes it was dark. He could see the familiar white roof of the hospital ward. The hospital ward? Memory came flooding back in a painful rush, the attack, the fire and blood. Harry, where was Harry? Was the Gryffindor alright? Sitting up sharply Draco's head throbbed and he had to blink repeatedly to clear his blearing vision. He wouldn't faint again; he couldn't, not until he knew that Harry was ok.
Looking around the nearly empty room, he spotted a bed at the far end surrounded by privacy curtains. Pulling back the stiff cotton bed sheets, he slipped his feet on to the floor, wincing slightly at the coldness of the stone tiles. Making sure he could stand unaided he was still a little weak form loss of blood but seemed otherwise healed. It would appear that Madame Pomfrey had once again done a commendable job in putting him back together. He would have to thank her- but first things first. The blond made his way towards the quardin off bed at the other side of the room and slipped through the curtains.
And there was his stupid courageous idiotic Gryffindor lying upon the bed. Trying to be as quiet as possible Draco manoeuvred himself stiffly into the bedside chair. Thankfully it wasn't too uncomfortable. Sitting on its edge he moved to brush the dark muddle of curls out of the sleeping boy's face.
He watched as Potter's eyelashes fluttered before opening slightly to reveal a glimpse of green. "You're an idiot" Draco said to the groggy boy and winced. He had meant to say something comforting and nice; to ask him if he was feeling alright or perhaps even thank the green eyed Gryffindor for saving him, but yet again, he had inevitably managed to royally screw it up. However Harry didn't seem all that upset, on the contrary the dark haired teen was looking up at him with a fond- somewhat sleepy- smile on his face. Well Draco didn't know what to make of that. Maybe Potter was worse than he thought.
"Thank Merlin you're alright." Harry said and Draco imaged that he could actually hear the relive in the other boy's voice and had to look away to hide the blush that he coud feel creeping onto his cheeks. The sound of movement had him looking back a moment later though, just in time to watch as Harry finished shifting to the far side the hospital bed. Looking a the Gryffindor in confusion the blond's eyes disappeared into his hair, when the other boy pulled back the cover and said sleepily "Get in."
Unable to even think of refusing and suddenly weary beyond belief Draco silently complied and crawled onto the bed, fitting himself against the hard length of the Gryffindor's body. His hole being seemed to sing with the nearness of his mate. He was so comfortable that he was on the verge of falling asleep when the boy beside him spoke again.
"We can't let this happen again, I wont lose you! We need to find out who behind these attacks and we need to stop them."
"Yes." Draco agreed yawning, thinking of how drained Harry had looked, what if next time the Gryffindor were to be more seriously hurt- what with his tendency towards reckless heroics. "Yes," he said again with resolve "we do."
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Harry sighed as he closed the door to the hospital behind him, he had left the blond sleeping soundly, recovering slowly. He had lost an extreme amount of blood and no matter how many foul potions the Slytherin ingested he would still need to take it easy while his body regained it's strength.
It was Sunday evening and although Harry was fully recovered, he was in dire need of a shower. Everyone would be at dinner Harry realised with some relief maybe if he hurried he could use the Gryffindor showers without having to bump into anyone. It wasn't that he was avoiding Ron and Hermione exactly…well ok it was, but he really just couldn't handle the impending confrontation and questions about the incident this morning. Harry felt heat bloom up his neck to his face just thinking about it.
After falling asleep with the Draco last night he had slept like the dead. He had honestly planned to get up early and make sure that they were both back in their respective beds before anyone could find them, but what with be magically exhausted and all… he ending up waking up to the sound of arguing and raised voice. Yawning he had cracked open a sleepy eye only to see his best friends with Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore at the end of his bed having some kind of heated discussion. He remember wondering briefly what they were upset over and he had moved to ask a question to that effect when he realised he couldn't!
He could clearly recall the sinking feeling in his stomach as he looked down to see what had trapped his arm. Draco. 'Bloody hell!'.
He hysterically considered closing his eyes and finning sleep, sure he was planning on eventually telling the Gryffindors about his and Draco relationship but he wasn't prepared to deal with them finding him and the Slytherin snuggling in bed together. But it was too late to do anything but look up at his two friends sheepishly when they noticed he was awake. Of course the predictable string of questions erupted and Harry fumbled for answers, both happy and jealous that Draco continued to sleep at his side.
Thankfully before Harry could really give any proper answers, Madame Pomfrey- god bless her- shooed the dumfounded and still spluttering couple out, insisting that her patents need their sleep.
Harry sighed, thinking about what he was going to say to his two best friends when he seen them next. What could he say? They hated Draco. And he really couldn't blame them. The Slytherin had practically made they lives living hell for the past seven years. But that wasn't the real Draco, that was just a pretence, that was the Malfoy mask. And sure the blond could still be annoying, snide and sarcastic. But he was also witty, charming and unexpectedly cute. He would just have to make his friends see that side of the blond. It couldn't be that hard, surly. He sighed once more. 'Oh well, at least I've got time to think of a game plan-'
He turned a corner and walked straight into the two Gryffindors in question.
'-or not.' "Ron, Hermione! What are you doing here?" Harry winced at the guilty tone of his voice.
They shared a look before Hermione said "Harry we were coming to see you, check if you were alright." Her manner implied an ulterior motive. And Harry had a sinking feeling he knew what it was.
'Shit ' well if it had to happen like this the dark haired boy thought, he might as well make it go as smooth as possible. " Look about Draco…well the truth is," and resorting to his last bit of Gryffindor bravery, he thought it best just to spit it out 'Just like ripping off a Band-Aid' he chanted mentally before confessing " The truth is, well I've imprinted on him, I've been seeing him for a few month now, I'm not going to stop and I really, really like him." Harry said so quickly that the words were tripping over themselves to get out.
Panting slightly to recover his breath, Harry looked up to see the two Gryffindor sharing yet another one of their looks. Though this time Hermione looked more then al little smug. Harry was confused. The busy haired witch surprised him further when she smiled and told her redheaded boyfriend "I told you so."
"Wait, what?" Harry asked, completely mystified "Is that it?"
"Well I was sort of betting on you having better taste than Malfoy. Really Malfoy Harry? But yeah Hermione guessed when we seen you two all spoony this morning that you were together. And man for future reference that's a sight I never need to see a again ok?" the red had smirked at his friend's baffled expression.
"What? You expected us to disown you or something? Come on Harry, we are your friends. Give us a little credit. Of course we are going to stand by you on the imprinting thing, after all it's not like you had a choice is it? You didn't, did you? Please tell me you didn't, because if you willing choose Malfoy I'd shoot myself with a Curiso right now." Harry's lanky friend admitted, dejectedly pressing his wand mockingly against his chest.
"No. I didn't have a choice but I like him, really guys, I do!" Harry protested at their disbelieving looks. "He's different, he kind of funny actually, well not on propose of course and he surprising awkward but-"
"La, la, la, I'm not hearing this!" Ron chanted, his fingers firmly pressed in his ears as Hermione giggled freely beside him. "Look accepting that you and the Malfoy Menace are an item is one thing, but it doesn't and I repeat it does not mean that I am willing to subject myself to listening to you gush about him. I mean really! True friend only goes so far you know." The red headed Gryffindor muttered with a martyred expression on his freckled face.
"Ok, ok!" Harry laughed with a relief that he had expected to feel, and honestly he didn't know why he had doubted the pair, they were his best friends. He should have had known that they would always stick by him. Even if that meant talking Draco Malfoy in to their hold, and Harry would make sure that they wouldn't regret it. He felt a warm rush of affection for his two companions, he was lucky to have them.
"Ok, so no mushy details. Got it." Harry grained slapping Ron on the back even as he threw an arm around Hermione's shoulders. And really for the first time in a long time Harry felt the closeness that had been absent since the war settle back into place. "Thanks guys." Harry said, and meant it, glad to have his friend support.
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It took a few more days for Draco to fully recover form the injuries that he had incurred during the attack. And Harry visited him during the day ever day he remained in the hospital always under Pomfrey watchful graze and every night he snuck in under the cover of his trusty invisibility cloak and spend each night wrapped firmly around the blond, contend in the closeness of feeling the other's heartbeat against his own chest.
On Wednesday Madame Pomfrey finally deemed the impatience Slyrtherin fit to be released form her care, though Harry privately wondered if it really had more to do with the blond's insufferable insistence that he was fine and his annoying habit of repeating that he would not stand to be kept locked up like some incompetent invalid a moment longer, then his actual acquisition for full physical health. Well whatever the reason for his release Harry was relieved the see the blond out of the hospital bed.
They had immediately started researching in the school dusty, well-stocked library, for any idea how who might be behind the attacks, but it was frustratingly slow going. They had (after much insistence on Harry part) ask of Hermione's- and Ron's- help. It felt wonderful to be able to turn to the two Gryffindors for help- just like the good old day. Draco, well he still couldn't be in the same room with the complete- and glowing- golden trio, without a frown of discomfort clouding his usually stoic features.
He had told the blond straight away that he had let his friends in on their relationship, enjoying the blond's conflicted reaction. First the Syltherin had seemed shocked and almost happy, before a deep flush seeped over the pale skin of his face. And now anytime they were all in a room together Draco was unusually quite and seemed to avoid Ron's eyes were possible. Harry put it down to embarrassment that the Gryffindor couple had 'dirt' on him. So to speak, which was an uncommon occurrence for the typically private Slytherin, but really Harry was just happy that they weren't cursing each other purple.
They had unofficially decided not to hide their relationship; they spent nearly every minute together since Draco recovered. Which was more down to Harry's unwillingness to leave Draco unprotected while there was some Nuttso stranger after him. But the blond didn't appear to mind too much (despite what his frequently rolled eyes would seem to suggest).
The rest of the student body had initially watched on in disbelief, which was quickly followed by confusion. Whispers of 'Potter and Malfoy!' became a constant background noise. It didn't take all that long for 'gay?' to enter the mix. Harry was happy to notice his blond counterpart seemed to take it all in stride, aiming malevolence glares at anyone who let their whispers become, well not so whisperish. As it was they kept mostly to themselves in those days after the accident.
Currently they were in the room of requirement once more, eating dinner together (something they couldn't do discreetly in the great hall, god, imagine the uproar). Harry sat on the usual king size bed that the room provided for them, with his food balanced on a tray in front of him. Draco ate his meal a few meters away from the happily chewing Gryffindor, at a large desk that they had stacked high with books that might any insight into who the attracters might be. He nibbled distractedly on a carrot as if leafed through one of the large books.
"Grh, we're never going to find anything in the damn library!" Draco complained slamming the heavy tomb in front of him shut.
Harry give the Slytherin a sympathetic look before swallowing his food to say "Look, how about we just give it a rest of the day, eh?" he shifted the tray of food and moved off of the bed to stand behind the blond "We're not getting anywhere with this." the dark haired teen reasoned, laying his hands on the dragon's shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. He was surprised to hear the Slyrtherin's loud groan of approval as he firmly slides his hands over the stiff muscles he found there.
Immediately feeling his arousal flicker into life, Harry gave another firm squeeze, noticing for the first time just how tense the blond really was. He started working at the tight knots of muscles in earnest, biting lip as he heard the other boy ever encouraging moans of pleasure. The boy who lived briefly wandered if the devious blond was making such delicious noises on purpose, as he felt his pants tighten under his robes.
Unable to help himself any longer Harry moved his quidditch rough hand from their present location, rubbing the Slytherin back. Slowly up and over the boy's- now somewhat more relaxed- shoulders and down to the blond's thin chest, smoothly kneading through the blond's school shirt to get to the muscles underneth. He watch carefully as the Blond animagus jumped slightly, his little noises of satisfaction taking on a darker tone of desire. Harry dragging his thumb none to innocently over a stiffening nipple.
Harry gulped, his mouth suddenly uncomfortably dry. They hadn't really done anything sexual since the attack, except for sleeping in the same bed a couple of times and a few heated kissing sessions. Harry hadn't really realised just how mush he yarned to hold the blond again. Slipping his tanned hands up to the unbuttoned collar of Malfoy's shirt, he slid his fingers beneath the starched fabric and traced lightly over the boy Adam apple, which bobbed as the blond let out a soft gasp. Not able to stop himself Harry let out his own needy growl, the Gryffindor splayed the rest of his digits over the side of the boy's pale neck, bringing his other hand to cup the Slytherin jaw, drawing it up till he could see his mate's slivery grey eyes- heavily lidded as they were. The Gryffindor felt his breath hitch as the blond below reached up to bury a slender hand in his mess of dark curls and pulled his mouth down to meet the blond in a siring kiss.
'Yes, oh shit YES!' Harry thought deepening the kiss, ripping the blond shirt a bit in his rush to press his hand against the pale firm flesh there. He found and twisted one hard nub roughly, taking pleasure in the blond cry of lust. Harry tried to keep his feet as the blond suddenly scrabbled out of his chair turning to press himself (and his now very awake cock against the Gryffindor's more that willing body, biting Draco's lip with a savage growl of pleasure. The Slytherin fought back, pulling at the young hero's hair painfully even as his raised a long slim leg to hook over Harry's hip, effective pressing their arousals together. 'Yes, fuck the stress, fuck all the nosy students. None of it mattered. Not when he was here. With Draco.' Intelligent thought soon became too much as he sank into an oblivion of lust and heat.
Soon enough he had the blond pinned against the bed, pale taut stomach writhing in pleasure, against the rumbled sheets as he fucked the blond boy roughly form behind. "Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck…" Harry cried. As he came, exploding into the Slytherin tight, hot ass.
"Holy crap." He heard the blond pant as slid out from under the exhausted Gryffindor only to flop back to the boy's tanned chest, his damp forehead resting against Harry wildly beating heart.
"Yeah." The dark haired boy agreed, lifting his tired arm to rapped around Draco, pinning him to his side.
About ten minutes later, when they had both recovered and the sweat was starting to dry- leaving their skin uncomfortable cold- Harry felt the Draco move to sit up preparing to dress. Before eth blond could escape the Gryffindor reached out and pulled the inspecting boy back to his side. "Don't go. It's clod." The boy who lived complained, pouting into the blond's hair.
"Potter, I need to shower, I'm covered in sweat, not to mention anything else." The blond stated, apparently not ready to but up with any of Harry's shenanigans. He struggled to get free of the Gryffindor's frustratingly concrete grip.
"Oh Draco don't such a prig." Harry berated "It's only for one night" the dark haired teen insisted imploringly.
"Look Potter there is just no way that I'm not getting washed tonight, and not to hurt your fragile Gryffindor sensibilities, you could do with a shower to" the Slyrtherin replied primly.
This rather had then opposite effect on the dark haired wizard than what Draco had been expecting. Harry eyes lit up, the way they only did when he came up with a truly amazing, completely insane idea. "Stay in Gryffindor."
And really a giant albatross could have nested in the young Malfoy's mouth the way it hung open. "Sorry, what did you just say?"
"Come to Gryffindor for the night it will be great and we have showers." Harry announce brightly.
"It could have two swimming pools and its own mini bar and it still wouldn't make any difference, I can't spend the night in Gryffindor tower." The blond said, wondering if the amazing sex had addled Harry's brains. It was certainly possible.
"Why not, Terry Boot sleeps over all the time, and it's not like people don't know that we hang out now." Harry argued.
"I think it a little bit different. I'm pretty sure that Boot not giving Finnigan blowjobs under the covers, their just friends and we're …not."
"Yeah I know." Harry conceded. "But please , come just give it a try, and I swear if anyone says anything we'll leave." The Gryffindor begged, laying his hand softy on the Slytherin's knee and tracing the pale skin lightly. "Please?"
"Oh fine!" the blond sighed. "But I mean it Potter, one word and I'm out of there!" Draco pointed at the ginning boy beside him warningly.
"Yep." Harry agreed now scrambling excitedly to get his own clothes. When the two of them were dressed. Harry give Draco a quick kiss and grinned up at the highly unimpressed Slytherin.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." the blond complain dryly.
Harry laughed heartily pulling the blond out the door and toward Gryffindor tower and said "So what's this about blowjobs under the covers then?"
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Oh a night in Gryffindor Tower, what will happened?
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