Authors note: K, so there is a LEMON WARNING for the end of this chapter! Other than that… Enjoy and please review. Anything written in {these brackets} is parseltongue. Why? Because it's sexy and kinky and fun. So the better question is: Why not?

Draco bolted awake, panting, his body slick with sweat. It was obvious that he was turned on by his dream and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Great…" he muttered. "Just what I need… This day just keeps getting better and better…" He rolled his eyes and looked over at the clock. He had about an hour before dinner started. He grabbed a fresh change of clothes and headed into his bathroom to take a shower.

He gasped lightly when the cold water struck his heated flesh. He scoffed, shaking his head as he felt his body relaxing. 'Aroused twice in one day…' he thought. 'This is getting ridiculous…' He stood there for a few minutes, allowing the cold water to cascade over his pale back, occasionally trailing over his shoulders and running down his torso. He turned his chest to face the frigid cold, gasping as it hit him. By that point he was shivering slightly, the heated dream fading quickly from his mind.

He stepped out, wrapping a towel securely around his waist. Though he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing him, he didn't like being so exposed. It made him feel vulnerable, and he hated to admit it, but that scared him. He liked to be in control of a situation, so the events of the day had thrown him off tremendously. He strode over to the mirror, examining his rather tired appearance.

A water droplet running down his neck caught his attention. Visions of Harry biting down on his pulse point flashed across his mind. He clutched the sides of the sink, blinking rapidly, staring down into the basin. When he looked back up into the mirror, he gasped and jumped backward. His eyes, though still a piercing silver, had changed: His irises were larger and his pupils were vertical slits. He approached the mirror, gazing at the reflected silver orbs. "This can't be happening!" he cried, fingers tangling in his hair. "There's no way this can be happening! There's no way…" His resolve was fading fast. "Is there?"

His body went tense when he heard someone knock at the portrait. He crept silently out into his bed chamber. "Who's there?" He didn't like the déjà vu he was feeling.

"It's Blaise… You alright?" Draco let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, he had thought it might be Potter… "Draco, can I come in?"

Draco panicked slightly. 'Shit! My eyes! He's bound to notice…' He needed to stall a bit. "Yeah, just a minute. I just got out of the shower. Still need to get dressed."

"Fine, but hurry up. I want to talk to you…" Blaise muttered. Draco chuckled, noting how antsy his friend was. He dressed quickly, but that was not his biggest concern at the moment. He had no idea what to do about his eyes… 'Maybe I should just tell him…' he thought. 'Blaise has always been very open-minded and accepting. And I know he would never tell anyone without my consent."

Just to be safe, he flipped up his hood to shield his eyes from view. He strode over, gazing at the floor, and opened the portrait, admitting a very anxious Blaise. "What is going on, Draco?" The blonde's attention shot instantly to the dark boy. "You're hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is. Now"

Draco sighed, sitting in the center of his bed. The portrait swung shut as Blaise sat beside his friend. "It's a really long, awkward, complicated story…" He closed his eyes and lay down on the mattress.

"Well, I'm all ears." Blaise was determined: he wouldn't drop something like this easily. Draco knew that for a fact. With another sigh, Draco told Blaise everything that had been happening. Blaise would nod his understanding and ask the occasional question, but other than that he did not interrupt the intriguing tale.

"Ok, so your hormones are going crazy and you think you might be gay. Not that bad so far… The werewolf vision is a little odd, but then again, Lupin is back in school so…"

Draco shook his head. "That's not all…" He reached removed his hood, revealing his eyes, still in the unusual state.

Blaise's eyes widened. "Oh, shit… Well, that complicates things a bit…"

Draco scoffed and draped his arm over his face. "Yeah… 'A bit'…" He sat up and looked pleadingly at his best friend. "What am I going to do? Lupin said in his lessons that pureblooded werewolves want… You know…" His voice lowered a bit and he looked quite uncomfortable. "Sex… More than anything else. What if something happens? What if it overpowers me and I lose control? What if-?"

"Nothing is going to happen to you, Draco!" Blaise had a tight grip on the blonde's shoulders, looking straight into his silver eyes. "You are the most self-controlled person I know. Not to mention, you're a total control freak. You would never let things get out of hand if you didn't plan for them to. So would you relax?!" He softened his gaze a bit. "Look… Why don't we go talk to Professor Lupin about it? I'm sure he would be able to help you…"

Draco grimaced. "Damn him…" he muttered.

Blaise looked both confused and alarmed. "What are you talking about?"

"He knew. He bloody KNEW! That's why he was looking at me during the lesson… That's what the odd, cryptic conversation was all about." Draco was shaking his head slightly at how he hadn't realized sooner. "He wanted to know if I had started changing yet. If it had started to affect me… But, how did he know before I even knew?"

Blaise shrugged. "Maybe werewolves can sense others like them. A certain scent or something…"

"Like dogs…" Draco's tone was musing. "That makes perfect sense… But, if that's the case, shouldn't it register with me too?"

"Maybe it always has, so you don't notice it?" Blaise sounded quite uncertain, but every 'answer' he gave made sense. "Maybe if you try to focus on it a bit more, you'll actually notice all the different scents and be able to register 'human' and 'werewolf'"

Draco closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. A smirk formed on his lips. "I smell lavender and cinnamon…"

Blaise scoffed. "Well, the cinnamon is definitely you. You don't need to be a werewolf to pick up on it, either." Draco sat up, looking slightly confused. "Seriously? You've never noticed how you always smell like cinnamon?"

Draco shook his head, holding back a chuckle. "No. No I haven't. But, then, you clearly were unaware that you smell like a flower, so…" Blaise aimed a smack at Draco, but the blonde ducked, avoiding the hand. "It's not a bad thing, you know… Lavender is very relaxing. Not to mention, most girls find it very attractive." Draco laid his head on Blaise's chest, snuggling up to him. "Now just imagine I'm a girl… Not so bad, right?"

Blaise laughed at his friend's antics. "No, actually, it is pretty bad seeing as you're still you." He nudged the blonde away, a smile still playing at his lips. "What has gotten into you?"

Draco smirked, looking like quite the vixen. "Lavender also makes people a bit more 'playful'…" His attention sprang towards the portrait. "Someone is out in the hall…" He took in a breath and sighed in bliss. "Mmmmm… And whoever it is smells like vanilla…"

"Hmmm… Cinnamon and vanilla… Match made in heaven," Blaise mused. "Who is it?"

Draco stood, never taking his eyes off the door. "No idea. I haven't had the chance to place scents to faces yet…" He extended his hand to Blaise to help him up. "What do you say we go get some dinner? The feast will be over soon, and I don't know about you, but I'm as hungry as-"

"A wolf?" Blaise offered. He laughed as they strode down the corridor towards the Great Hall. Draco rolled his eyes, even though that WAS what he was going to say…

0…0…0

Draco was hit with a barrage of aromas as they reached the Great Hall. It was a combination of the remaining feast and the different scents that now accompanied his fellow classmates. He nearly collapsed, but Blaise caught him. "Draco? Are you ok?"

The blonde pinched the bridge of his nose, rapidly blinking. "Yeah… Just a little… Overwhelmed. That's all…"

They decided to sit further away from everyone else, so as not to completely fry Draco's senses. That and his eyes hadn't completely gone back to normal yet. "So, obviously, I need to work on being able to filter the different scents. Otherwise, it'll really be of no use…" He stopped speaking as he saw Pansy skipping over. He was instantly hit with the smell of her perfume. It would be a rather pleasant aroma if she didn't use way too much of it. It was overpowering for Blaise, but totally smothering for Draco.

"Hey, Drakie!" she giggled, wrapping her arms around him. "Why are you sitting over here all by yourself? Well, no matter. I'm here now."

Draco could barely breathe without getting light-headed. He stood from the table. "Actually, Pansy, I'm not feeling too well. I think I should just go back to my room and rest a bit." She stood; as if to follow him. "Alone," he added. He turned and exited, leaving Pansy looking rather put out and Blaise highly amused with a smirk on his face.

Draco practically sprinted down the deserted corridors. He leaned up against one of the walls, his head clearing of all the scents. He slid down the wall, running his fingers through his platinum locks. He let out a sigh. "What a day…" He suddenly stood, hearing footsteps.

"Who's there?" he called, pulling out his wand. "Show yourself!" Draco's heart skipped a beat when a boy with raven colored hair and emerald-green eyes stepped into the light filtering through the window. "What do you want, Potter?" he asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

Harry continued forward, his fingers undoing his tie with ease. "What do YOU want, Malfoy?" And there it was: The look Draco had been waiting for. A look of complete and utter desire shone in the teens emerald eyes: just as it had in Draco's dream. "Do you want ME?" The storm grey eyes closed as the blonde tried desperately to wrap his head around the situation. Harry's hand reached out to the Slytherin's neck, loosening the tie. Draco knew he should try to stop him, but he wanted this: he wanted Harry.

He felt the collar of his shirt move away from his neck. "If so," Harry purred, "then take me…" Draco let out a low growl at the sensation of the teeth on his flesh. He could feel his heart beat growing steadily faster and his senses were kicking into over drive. He took in a breath and his eyes sprang open at the scent: vanilla.

Draco was overcome by his lust, taking the boy's lips with his own. Harry did not protest as he was backed against a wall, moaning into the kiss. His legs wrapped around Draco's slender waist, pulling the blonde impossibly closer. Both boys let out a low moan as their erections collided. Harry could feel fangs as his tongue was allowed to explore a bit. But it did not frighten him. In fact, it only seemed to arouse the boy more, his cock giving a responding twitch.

Draco pulled away from the kiss and began kissing and biting down Harry's neck. The Gryffindor moaned when he felt his skin break slightly under the bite. "Mmmm…" Draco purred against Harry's wound. "So, you like it rough?" He couldn't help but smirk as Harry whimpered in response. His eyes were clenched tight and he was rocking against Draco, desperate for contact, already craving release.

Draco removed Harry's legs from his waist, much to the smaller boy's dismay. He seized Harry's wrist and they raced around the corner, Draco dragging Harry for the most part. They were standing outside Draco's chamber. The blonde sliced his index finger and placed the blood on to the rose-bush. A smirk formed on his lips as he brought the digit to his mouth, his tongue trailing from the base of his finger to the tip, to lap at the blood. Harry whimpered, his erection growing painful, still confined by his jeans.

Draco latched his lips on to Harry's once more, pulling him into his room. With little to no effort, he pinned The Golden Boy to the bed, ravishing his mouth for all it was worth. His hands travelled over Harry's torso lightly, driving the boy beneath him crazy. In mere seconds, both boys' shirts and ties lie discarded on the floor. Draco removed Harry's belt in one fluid, graceful motion, eliciting a soft moan from The Savior.

He leaned down on to Harry, kissing, licking, and biting his way down the boy's body. He reached the end of his available skin. He licked a line across Harry's abdomen, just above the top of his jeans, making the raven haired boy moan and buck his hips lightly. "Please, Malfoy…" His voice shook and cracked with desire. "Please… Just fuck me already!"

A smirk crept on to the blonde's pale lips as the other boy literally begged for him. He was going to torture Harry as long as he could stand to. He bent his head once more, kissing Harry's erection through the fabric. Harry screamed out: even that small touch was enough to send pleasure shooting up his spine. {Please, Draco!} His hands were clutching the sheets of the bed. Draco's eyes lit up at the use of his name in the language of snakes. His smirk widened as he took the zipper between his teeth, dragging it down at an agonizingly slow rate. He slid Harry's jeans and boxers down slowly, tracing his tongue over the boy's inner thigh.

Harry's breathing was coming in short, needy pants as Draco continued to tease him. He wanted- no- he NEEDED Draco to touch him, to fuck him, to move inside of him. He had lusted after the blonde for the past three years. It had started innocently enough: shooting glances his way during class, "accidentally" bumping into him in the halls, daydreams of the blonde simply giving him a peck on the cheek. But, it had evolved into full-fledged fantasies, usually involving him being held down as the Slytherin ravished him. He never expected that his little fantasy would actually come true, though.

Draco leaned forward, capturing Harry's lips in a bruising kiss, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. Harry mewled as his exposed erection met Draco's clothed one. The blonde was shifting his hips back and forth, the friction alone nearly sending Harry over the edge. He reached down and fumbled at Draco's belt. The blonde chuckled, bending down to Harry's ear. {Eager?} He traced the shell of the Gryffindor's ear, relishing in the taste of vanilla.

As Harry struggled to get the belt loose, Draco's hand made its way down the boy's body, his fingers trailing over the sensitive tip of Harry's prick. The dark-haired boy's scream of pleasure was muffled by Draco's mouth. He had no more control, it seemed, and he bucked wantonly into Draco's hand. He somehow managed to get the belt loose, despite his mind being hazed with lust over hearing the blonde hiss. Deciding to give the blonde a taste of his own medicine, Harry made sure that he caressed Draco's length as he slid off the trousers and boxers. A lusty moan escaped the Slytherin's lips at the touch.

{Draco…} Harry's voice was practically dripping with desire. The blonde licked his fingers seductively before claiming Harry's mouth once more, positioning his slick fingers at the boy's entrance. He moved his attention to Harry's neck, biting down as his fingers slid into the tight opening. Harry cried out at the sensation of euphoria racing up his spine. He moaned as he was stretched, his hands tangling in Draco's platinum hair. {Please…} he whimpered.

Draco removed his fingers, quickly replacing them with his cock. Harry cried out as he was filled. He had never imagined that it would feel THAT good. He looked at Draco above him: His grey eyes were shut and his body was shaking slightly as he fought the urge to pound into him. He was allowing Harry's body time to adjust, so as not to hurt him. Harry began to squirm and whimpered, {Draco… Move…}

Needing no further invitation, the blonde began thrusting into Harry slowly. It was driving the younger boy mad. He soon began pushing down on to Draco, increasing the speed and making the pale boy moan in pleasure. Two slender, but firm, hands slid on to Harry's hips, forcing him to stay still. {A simple 'Faster' would have sufficed…} he teased, enjoying the moan he got in response to his hissing. He continued at his slow pace, waiting to hear Harry say it.

{Draco, faster!} Harry cried. Draco was quick to oblige, shifting his hips ever so slightly with each thrust until- "Fuck!" Harry screamed as Draco hit his prostate. A smirk crept back on to the blonde's face. 'There it is…' Now that he knew where it was, he hit it dead on each time. It wasn't long before both boys were moaning.

Harry's eyes were shut tight. He was trying to keep himself under control. He didn't want it to end just yet, but his climax was fast approaching. He felt a warm tongue sliding over his chest. He also felt something incredibly soft caressing his leg. He opened eyes to see what it was. His breath hitched in his throat: Draco was bathed in the light of the full moon, his body glistening with sweat, looking completely ethereal. His eyes were closed and he was panting along with Harry as he thrusted into him. His platinum blonde hair, usually tidy, was tousled and hanging in his face. Two wolf-like ears were also sitting atop his head. Harry looked behind the pale boy. He had also sprouted a tail: platinum blonde, just like his hair.

Even with these new additions, Harry still thought Draco was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He saw stars as his sweet spot was struck dead on. "Ugh… Fuck… Draco!" he moaned. He moved his hand towards his member, needing release, but Draco pinned his hands above his head. His platinum tail swept around him, caressing Harry's painfully hard length. Harry screamed, the feather light touch stimulating him.

Draco withdrew one of his hands from Harry's wrists, wrapping it around the boy's sensitive prick, stroking him with every thrust. Soon, they were panting, moaning and cursing as they drew nearer and nearer to their climaxes. "Draco! I'm coming!" With one more stroke, Harry was screaming Draco's name as he rode out his orgasm.

Draco's head flew back in ecstasy as Harry tightened around him, pulling him into his own release, the waves of his orgasm making him shudder as he emptied into Harry. They were both panting heavily at the exertion. Draco pulled out of Harry, settling down next to him. With a wave of his hand, he cleaned away the warm fluid from Harry's abdomen. He laid his head on Harry's shoulder, nuzzling into him, draping an arm across his chest possessively.

Harry placed a tender kiss on one of Draco's wolf ears "That was amazing…" he said dreamily.

Draco propped himself up to look Harry in the eye. "I guess I have some explaining to do… Harry, I'm a-"

"I know," Harry interrupted with a sly smirk. "I overheard you telling Blaise earlier…" Draco smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's it like? Being a werewolf?"

The blonde lay back down with a sigh. "Don't really know yet… Right now I'm just figuring it out as I go…"

They talked for what seemed like hours until they were both claimed by sleep, wrapped securely in each other's arms, covered only by the cool, white sheet.

Note: Ok, I know it took me FOREVER to get this up, and I'm sorry. I've just had a lot going on. Also, the scents that I gave Draco, Harry and Blaise are all aphrodisiacs and there's an obvious reason for that. It's kind of a subtle, in-story warning of lemon. I'm thinking about having there be some Draco/Blaise action later, but we'll see… Please review.