Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Stiles(Teen Wolf)

Stiles watched as Gerard tortured Erica and Boyd, watched as the crazy hunter moved towards him. It was just the four of them in the basement of the Argent's house, with him, Erica and Boyd chained up. None of the other hunters had batted an eyelash at bringing Stiles in.

"A human member of the pack… You're Scott's friend, aren't you?" Gerard questioned, holding the electrified taser in his hand. "Why would they keep you around, huh? Are you someone special? What would Scott do to get you back, I wonder? What would Hale do?"

"Hale? He's not even part of our group. And who says I'm human? I could be the abominable snowman. It's not totally out of the realm of possibility," Stiles retorted, trying to keep from flinching as Gerard moved even closer towards him. At least he had given a break to Erica and Boyd, who were halfway shifted from the pain. "I could even be stronger than the werewolves."

"You can't even get out of those cuffs," Gerard spoke, sneering at him and reaching towards Stiles and tased him.

Electricity ran through his body, making him scream out. The nerves in his body flared with pain and black spots hovered in his vision as his heart beat like he was running a marathon. His body twitched and swayed in the chains holding him.

"See, you're human. Nothing special about you, other than your loud mouth," Gerard said. "You can't do a thing here and I hold a special dislike for humans that aid werewolves. They're just as bad."

Gerard tased him again and Stiles tasted blood, as he bit his tongue to try to hold in a scream. He twitched and writhed uncontrollably, going lightheaded with the pain. He heard Erica and Boyd cry out, trying to get Gerard to stop hurting him. Just as he was about to pass out, black spots covering most of his vision, pain hurtling through his body, energy coiled within him burst outward. It was an energy that he had felt his whole life but he thought it was just due to his ADHD. Whatever it was burst outward, like the result of a bomb, and coiled around him. It was glowing white and moved with much speed as it passed through Gerard and throughout the basement, growing bigger each minute.

Gerard screamed and dropped. The chains holding Stiles up broke with a clink and he dropped like a stone, exhausted and hurt. Blood dribbled out through his mouth and his heart continued to beat quickly.

Erica and Boyd, whose chains had broken in the blast, both ran over to Stiles, ignoring Gerard's body. Boyd inhaled deeply, smelling Stiles' scent, realizing that it had changed sometime in the past few minutes and gently picked him up. Derek would want to know what had happened.

Stiles startled awake, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his back. He had fallen asleep shirtless, with only worn and comfortable sweatpants on. His heart was racing, his mind still caught in the nightmare, still thinking that he hadn't been able to escape Gerard. The older man's words stayed in his mind, pain following them.

The human member of the pack…

Something had awoken him and it wasn't his own mind.

Something thumped against the upper pane of his window again and he half thought he saw glowing eyes, the werewolf eyes. But it wasn't… The morning was clear and the sun not all the way up in the sky yet. The window was open, letting in the cold air of the winter morning.

The ringing of the doorbell drew him out of his thoughts and he ran a hand through his sweaty hair. It was longer than he was used to, having not gotten it cut for a while. Not since… the whole werewolf thing had started. Not since he had gotten kidnapped by Gerard Argent. He heard someone ring the doorbell again,and glanced at the clock, dimly realizing that his father had an early morning shift at the station. It was 6am and Stiles knew it wasn't a werewolf on their front porch. None of the werewolves knocked or used the front door. Though Scott did but he hadn't come around as often as he usually did.

Stiles slowly crept out of bed, pulled on some thick socks and padded down the hall and staircase. He peeked around at the hallway that led to the front door, trying to get a glimpse of whoever was on the other side from the side window. If it was Gerard... But then again… Stiles let out a huff of breath, unaware of how exhausted he sounded. That hunter wouldn't ring the doorbell.

He walked over to the doorway, his stomach rumble, before sighing and opening it.

"Scott! If you want help-"

Stiles froze, his shoulders turning inward, and raised an eyebrow, as he stared at the man at his door. The person on the other side of the door was a young man, not much older than Stiles. The guy was maybe 17 or 18, with jeans and a dark green shirt on. If Stiles had been more awake, he would have noticed the guy's green eyes, noticed the inhuman light in them appear then disappear within seconds. The young man's black hair was wild, in disarray, but pulled back in a tie.

"Uh, hi?"

The young man in front of them snorted and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Stiles Stilinski. We have much to talk about."

"What."

"Right. Sorry about coming this early. I'm Harry. You just woke up, didn't you?"

"Yeah?"

Stiles watched as Harry's lips twitched up into a small, bemused grin.

"I did make sure to come on a Saturday," Harry said, glancing beyond him with an apologetic frown. "Your dad isn't here, is he?"

Stiles frowned, patting his pockets for his phone, hoping Scott wasn't too caught up in Allison to check his phone.

"I'm not… I'm not here to do whatever you think I'm going to do," Harry offered gently, his green eyes going soft with concern. "I'm here to train you."

"Train me? What the fuck?"

Harry grimaced but then sighed. "You are a spark, a druid without training."

Stiles continued to stare.

"May I come in at least? I just got here and boy, the traffic was insane."

"Alright but you try anything… I have a werewolf and a dad who's a cop on speed dial."

Harry laughed under his breath. "Okay. My godfather's boyfriend was a werewolf. I know what they're like."

Stiles stepped aside to let the guy pass, glanced out to the driveway and sidewalk in front of their house. There was nothing there, no car, no motorcycle, no clear mode of transportation anywhere. "How did you get here anyway?"

"I flew."

"You flew to the Sacramento International Airport then drove here?"

"No," Harry tried, reaching into his pocket to draw out a miniaturized broomstick, holding it out for Stiles to look at. "I flew."

Stiles blinked then rolled his eyes. "Traffic, you said. Insane, you said. Coffee's this way."

Harry grinned a little and followed him in.

"Close your eyes," Harry spoke, watching as Stiles looked at him, his brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. They had sat down at the dining table in the kitchen and Harry had made tea for himself while watching Stiles turn on the coffee machine.

"You're not planning on robbing the house or something, right?"

"No. Besides, I don't plan on having a criminal record in this world, thank you very much."

Stiles' eyes widened. "This world?"

"I'll explain later," Harry started, shrugging. "I felt your power a month ago and that means a lot, power wise."

"Am I really… a druid? I mean… I'm just human. I'm just Stiles, the kid with ADHD. The kid who gets left out of his best friend's plans."

Stiles heard the beeping of the coffee machine, smelled the sweet scent of the coffee. He saw Harry stand up, walk over to the seat next to him and sit down, while making a motion with his fingers. The mug that he had set out for coffee rose up into the air and the coffee pot moved, pouring the liquid into the mug. Stiles' eyes widened again as he looked between Harry and the mug as it floated over towards him, landing on the table in front of him.

"Close your eyes, Stiles," Harry whispered. "I'm here for you and only you. Your magic called out to mine last year. It lays dormant but you can wake it up."

Stiles sighed, closing his eyes. "What am I supposed to be doing? It's not like I can see anything now."

"You're not going to be seeing anything around you," Harry said, gently. "It's what is inside you."

Fingers tilted his chin up and warmth flowed from Harry to him. Sparks of energy flowed between them and then it felt like he was falling inward. He screamed and felt someone grab his hand. He looked to his right to see Harry standing right next to him, holding him steady as they floated in what looked like an abyss.

"What… What the fuck?"

"This is your mind," Harry offered. "Look up."

Stiles stared at Harry, the other young man staring at him expectantly, then looked up, his mouth dropping open. "What is that?"

There was a glowing, golden ball of something at the top of this white abyss. It sparked and swayed at his words, a strand of it flowing down to him.

"That," Harry started, watching him, watching the ball of something.

Stiles let out a strangled gasp as the strand of whatever it was stopped, hovering above him. He reached out a hand, palm up.

"That is your magic," Harry finished quietly.

Stiles froze, turned to look at Harry incredulously. "What."

"That's your magic."

The golden strand of light hovered over his palm then fell onto his skin, warm and comforting.

"You mean…" Stiles trailed off, staring at the thing on his palm. "I really am a druid?"

"Yes. Or at least one in training," Harry said, his tone content and quiet.

Stiles blinked.

"And you're here to train me."

"Yes."

"Are you a druid?"

Harry sighed, shook his head. "No. I'm a wizard. They're a bit different, relatively speaking, but we both have magic, we both were born with it. Though wizard magic does not lie dormant for people like me."

Stiles nodded, transfixed on the glowing ball of his magic. "What does yours look like?"

"Mine…" Harry trailed off and Stiles turned to look at him.

"Mine is green and black," Harry said. "Shit's happened, in other words."

Stiles snorted. "Oh, I understand that feeling. How do we get out of here?"

Harry held out his hand, palm up. "Once we've settled into your training a little bit, I can teach you how to come here and check on your magic. For now, if you want to, you can ask me and I can escort you into your mind."

Stiles took it and closed his eyes as Harry sent them both out of his mind.

"Where are you living right now?" Stiles asked, watching as Harry stood in the doorway.

"I have a tent," Harry replied idly. "Motel rooms are dicy."

Stiles stared. "Must be some tent."

Harry's lips twitched up into a grin. "You want to come see it?"

"You sure you aren't just teaching like Yoda?" Stiles grumbled a week later, as he sat down in the grassy clearing. Harry had led him into the forest that surrounded the Hale property this morning, had said something about transfiguration and learning about the Earth. He blinked his eyes open to look at his teacher, to where Harry was sitting on a relatively big rock in front of him.

"Yoda?"

Stiles stared at Harry, seeing the other young man's eyes narrow a little in confusion. "You're kidding."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What's a Yoda?"

"What was your childhood?" Stiles groaned out. "No one I know right now has seen Star Wars except my dad. Ugh."

"My cousin saw Star Wars," Harry remarked, his lips twitching into a frown. "And then played Harry hunting after he finished that one time."

Stiles winced, trying to imagine a game that went by that name. His image wasn't pretty. "Well. Way to make this awkward."

Harry snorted. "It's fine, Stiles. It's been years since I've seen Dudley. How about we watch one tonight? It's probably about time I saw them."

"Can we watch it in your tent? If we watch it at my house, Erica, Boyd and Isaac will want to come in and they're already too personal spacey, if you know what I mean," Stiles grumbled, closing his eyes at Harry's gesture. "Alright, I'm ready. Teach me the thing."

Harry let out a surprised laugh then cleared his throat. "Okay. Druids need a close relationship to the earth. They need to feel the space around them, the energy if you will. Place your hand on the ground."

Stiles placed his right hand onto the ground, relaxing a little, and reached out.

"Your magic should be easy enough to call on," Harry continued, his voice a little amplified, almost like it was being projected. "Breathe and imagine yourself flowing like water into the ground."

"Like water?"

"Smooth… almost like you're reaching into the ground."

Stiles reached out, feeling the dirt, rocks and dry leaves beneath his hand, and let out a gasp. He took a breath and a deeper one, his world decreasing until it was only him and the earth. He reached within, touching on his magical center, and reached out to grab a strand of his magic. The golden ball of his magic surged towards him at his thought and then he opened his eyes. Glowing lines ran beneath him and around him, some almost light as the sun while others were dim. As he watched, some lines came out of his body and ran into the earth, looking like he himself was making connections to the ground and to the earth.

The sun was brighter, so much brighter, as the very air currents around him glowed. The trees glowed with life and their own energy. He could hear the creek that was just a mile away, at the very edge of the Hale boundary, and hear the eagle crying out above him like it was right next to him. He could even hear Harry's heart beating but very faintly, going thump, thump, thump… He could smell the dryness of the leaves and smell something that was wet dog but had more… wildness to it. Stiles figured it was werewolves. The predatory scent of them was all over the reserve, wildness and lingering predator smell.

"How… what?"

"This is the purest state a druid can be in," Harry spoke quietly. Stiles could hear something else in Harry's voice, something like awe and perhaps surprise. "You're glowing."

"What." Stiles blinked and lost the enhanced senses, lost his concentration. Harry was looking at him confusedly, his eyes a little wide and his green eyes curious. Stiles glanced down at himself, brought up his hand and his jaw dropped. "I am glowing."

His skin was glowing a light gold, thought not too bright, not bright enough to cause him to shield his eyes. "Why am I glowing?"

"You're more powerful than I thought. Your grandmother wasn't kidding."

Stiles stared at Harry, gaping at him. "My… What are you talking about?"

"I was sent here… Your grandmother asked me to come and teach you," Harry explained steadily, dipping his head in a nod. "And yes, I know she's dead. It's a part of what I can do, talk to long dead people. She said that you would be powerful enough to require a teacher as powerful as I am."

"But… she's…" Stiles trailed off, thinking of his grandmother on his mother's side. "She was a druid?"

"Yes."

"She sent you here… to teach me?"

"Yes. She was rather… insistent too. Said you would get in too much trouble to not be trained."

Stiles felt his cheeks redden, his heart race at Harry's knowing smile. "That's me. I'm a trouble magnet."

"I know the feeling," Harry offered, grinning a little.

"You can talk to dead people? Oh, we so need to watch The Sixth Sense!" Stiles exclaimed, then shook his head. "Star Wars first though."

They finally had a Star Wars marathon a few days later, alone in the house on a Friday evening. Harry had been introduced to John, Stiles' dad, before the older man took off for a shift at the station. He had said that he was a recently graduated high school student from Beacon Hills but he didn't know if John had taken that explanation easily or not.

Harry sat on the corner of the couch, with Stiles sitting a few inches from him. He could feel the younger boy's magic and sense it all through the house and it had become familiar to him, easily enough like Hermione's or Ron's. He watched as Stiles gestured animatedly with his hands, ranting about the Sith and Jedi, about the prequel trilogy. Harry grinned, watching Stiles more than the movies at this point.

The empty pizza boxes sat on the floor between them and the tv set and the moon shone through the windows. Stiles hadn't once been uncomfortable with his presence, hadn't once stared at him like Harry didn't belong here.

The third movie ended with a quiet, haunting piece of music and by then Stiles had moved so that he was propped against Harry's shoulder, his brown eyes drooping with exhaustion. Stiles was powerful in his own right but it would take a while to fully train his power. They hadn't even moved onto runes and wards and Stiles had said that he would like to learn how to heal first, to better take care of the stupid alpha werewolf.

Harry snorted quietly, summoned the remote and turned off the tv. "Someone might think you have a crush on the stupid, alpha werewolf."

Stiles muttered sleepily and Harry smiled, curling an arm around him and lifting.

"Of course, I might also have feelings for you," Harry murmured idly, as he carried his druid up the stairs and turned left, stepping into Stiles' room. "Star Wars, werewolves, magic… The Boy Who Lived and the Boy who Cared."

Stiles blinked awake the next morning, breathing heavily. Last night was blurry but he did remember Harry saying something about feelings and... His eyes widened as he remembered. Harry... had feelings for him! Stiles had wondered if the other boy had feelings for him or at the very least had a crush... He had caught Harry staring at him fondly a few nights ago. He glanced down at himself, half expecting the morning wood he had woken up with. The sun shined through his window and he could see Harry's tent through it, the tent placed right smack in the middle of their yard. He groaned as the slightest movement of his body sent jolts right to his cock and he checked his door, thanking whatever god that it was closed, and then reached down.

His hand slid underneath his boxers and the slightest touch sent sparks of pleasure throughout him. His heart began to race and he could feel drops of sweat dribbling down his forehead and onto the sheet. His world narrowed to the bed underneath him and his hard cock as he stroked.

A strangled groan drew his attention to the open window and he whipped over to look at Harry, who was standing at the window and looking at him. He had on a shirt and jeans but looked like he had just woken up too, his hair in disarray. His green eyes were wide and Stiles saw him lick his lips.

"You… uh… want some help with that?" Harry questioned, slowly moving into his room.

Stiles whined and his hand moved over his cock, pre-cum already leaking from it. "Please."

"Your dad home?"

Stiles shook his head, watching as Harry walked over to the bed and kneeled over him, adding his hand to Stiles'. When Harry's hand touched his cock, a spark raced through his body and he bucked up into Harry's hand, moaning at the touch. Pleasure built at the base of his spine and his toes curled with it. His magic ran wild throughout his body and Stiles clenched at the sheets underneath him. Harry grinned, reached his other hand over to grab his, as his other hand began to speed up, stroking Stiles' cock, twisting and Stiles came, pleasure bursting through him.

"Good thing today's Saturday," Stiles murmured, blinking his eyes open and yawning.

Harry let out a quiet laugh, his fingers running through Stiles' hair gently. "Yeah."

AN: This will probably be continued in a Harry/Stiles/Derek drabble sometime soon.