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Draco Malfoy always had a fascination for the Dark Arts. That's one of the reasons he stepped up as a Death Eater in the first place.
It was only the Buckbeak incident that stunted his fascination for magical creatures, but that was different. And he was only a small child when the mere thought of werewolves sent shivers down his spine in fear. Now, though, it sent shivers down his spine in anticipation.
However, world domination and pureblood supremity weren't quite what it was cracked up to be, and he soon realised his mistake once he took the mark. And although that altered his mindset once the horrors of the Dark Lord began to unfold before his diamond eyes, that didn't stop his thirst.
A part of it made it worse.
Draco wasn't particularly upset at Fenrir Greyback's death. He was a good shag, and it pissed Lucius off whenever he was to walk in on them doing ungodly things to each other. Serves him right, Draco would think, this is what he gets for ruining his family. The consequences of his own actions.
Greyback, more often than not, scared the shit out of Draco. But a part of that was what thrilled him. And the werewolf became a good stress reliever. He taught Draco the usefulness of turning that fear into something he could control — safely being ravaged in the most delicious and frightening ways. It was through Greyback that Draco discovered his insatiable appetite for... well, to put it bluntly — monster cock.
It was only through Voldemort's "mercifulness" that spared Draco from the bite, commanding that Greyback was not to turn or claim anyone under Voldemort's supervision — and that, thankfully, extended to Draco. And Draco never failed to take his contraceptive potions. So, all in all, Greyback was safe. A safe way to explore.
But now, the poor pup was gone. Better off dead anyway, Draco often thought when the lack of monster cock got him down. Just a shame that Draco had no big bad wolf to play with anymore.
That was until Harry Potter.
Fenrir Greyback was terrifying and dangerous, but safe .
Not Potter, though. No, never Potter. Never Saint Potter.
Potter was not safe. And that's what Draco was counting on.
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It was during the battle of Hogwarts that Harry was bitten when he ran into a werewolf. It was taken care of quickly, and Harry managed to escape. But he couldn't escape the change a month later.
He'd go to the Burrow to stay with the Weasleys during his time of the month — the vast fields and marshes allowed him his space to "wolf out," as Ron liked to call it, and the Weasleys took care of him with open arms. It was comforting.
Ginny was a help when she could be. She'd soothe his symptoms with gentle touches and reassuring words before the shifts. But it was never enough .
A deep, gut-wrenching ache would settle in Harry's stomach on those long nights and fade out into a dull discomfort in the following weeks after. Remus had died during the battle, so Harry couldn't even ask him for guidance, and he was too afraid to go to anyone else. He'd rather not think about Remus' death.
Harry was afraid to touch Ginny, and he grew a bit distant. Hugs and kisses grew far and few between. She was scared, too, but she still always tried to be there for Harry, and he appreciated it.
He also appreciated the help Hogwarts provided when he went back for Eighth year in October. The return to Hogwarts was delayed due to the trials and rebuilding of Hogwarts. Of course, he testified for the Malfoys and Snape, but couldn't prevent Lucius' ten-year sentence. Harry didn't really care all that much.
But it was during Draco Malfoy's trial when something shifted inside Harry's gut. The dull discomfort eased at the mere sight of him, and he could have sworn he could smell the blonde from across the room. And when Malfoy was declared clear of all charges — allowing Harry to brush his fingers against Malfoy's as he returned his wand — the ache was gone completely for a day.
One blissful day.
And then he went to the Weasley's, and it returned.
Harry didn't know how to feel when he found out that Malfoy would be the one to help Snape brew his wolfsbane. It was at least a two-man job, and Snape assured Harry that there would be no one better than Malfoy himself to take on the assignment.
"Consider it an act of repentance," Snape had said. "An apology of sorts. Other than his excellent skill in potions, I'm sure Mr Malfoy is more than happy to express his gratitude for your contribution to his freedom. Isn't that right, Mr Malfoy?"
Draco looked from Snape to Harry with a devilish grin and a nod. And the ache was gone.
Only certain Ministry members, the Hogwarts staff, and select students knew of Harry's lycanthropy. It was best to keep it under wraps for fear of how the public may view their saviour and not be bombarded by the press more so than he already was.
Harry just didn't like the idea of Malfoy being one of those select students, regardless of how much he eased Harry's mysterious ache. Maybe he really should have paid attention to Snape's class in third year.
"Couldn't Madam Pomfry do it? Or Hermione? They're just as capable," Harry argued.
"They are both far too busy with their own work — Madam Pomfry aiding those still injured during the battle and Miss Granger no doubt slaving away at her school work," Snape quirked a brow to challenge Harry at his assumption.
Harry gave in. Because, yeah, Hermione really couldn't deal with the added stress of helping Harry this way. Wolfsbane was just too complicated and tedious for her to cope with on top of everything else.
"Seems like Malfoy doesn't have much of a life then if he's using his free time to help me , of all people," Harry jabbed with snark.
"Again, Mr Potter, he has no qualms in easing your ailments," Snape reaffirmed boredly.
"None at all," Draco agreed with a sly smile disguised as innocence.
Looks like Harry had no real choice in the matter.
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Malfoy's fingertips grazed over Harry's like a whisper in the wind when he handed the werewolf his morning's dose of wolfsbane potion. It sent a bolt of sizzling magic through the both of them, but not enough to shock them into dropping the phial, just a warm shudder crackling up their spine.
Harry, his throat incredibly dry, swallowed thickly. He hadn't even downed the potion yet.
It was the fourth meetup this week. These daily meetups in the morning a week before his transformation were terribly helpful for Harry's nerves. Harry would go to Snape's office before breakfast, and there, Snape and Malfoy awaited him with a clear, rounded glass phial in hand. Inside — a thin, cobalt blue liquid swishing gently within the rounded glass. They had to be present to confirm and report back to McGonagall that Harry had successfully taken every last drop of his morning's wolfsbane.
Harry had no real reason to question if Malfoy was somehow poisoning him when brewing the wolfsbane, not with Snape's surveillance, at least. After all, it was Snape and Madam Pomfry brewing Remus'. But it's not Madam Pomfry helping now. It's Malfoy .
Harry mentally shook the doubt away and uncorked the phial, gulping it down in one go. He presented the empty phial for Snape to inspect and opened his mouth wide, waving his tongue about to show Malfoy, letting him have a good look that he swallowed it all.
It wasn't Harry's fault he was suspicious of Malfoy. It didn't help Malfoy's case when he would grin a smug, knowing smile at Harry and hum like a satisfied purr when he presented the inside of his mouth to him. But the ache in his gut would dissipate and remain gone once he drank the damn thing.
It didn't taste bad, but it fucking hurt Harry's insides for a bit. At least the gut pain was gone.
Until it wasn't.
When breakfast rolled around, Harry was absolutely starved, shovelling great lumps of food onto his plate — his appetite always worse in the coming week before the shift. He was always first to breakfast during this week as he had to be up early for his trips to Snape's office.
Harry was happily scoffing down his food when his friends came filing into the Great Hall. They surrounded Harry like a den when they sat down, spreading warmth and comfort through him, knowing it would ease Harry's grouchyness with their support and softness.
But then Ginny sat down next to him, rubbing his back in what she thought would be a soothing gesture like always. It brought back the ache in his gut.
Her touch prickled at Harry's skin, and he was suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. Her close proximity only began to irritate him, and she was just too close.
Harry shuffled away from her and hunched his shoulders in a weak attempt to shield himself. He gave her a small apologetic smile, not addressing the look of deep concern on her face. Harry never shied away from her touch before.
A flash of long, pale, cloud-like hair — like Sleeping Beauty but with whiter hair — fluttered into Harry's vision, accompanied by a taller, contrasting figure dressed all in black following along. Like Maleficent , Harry mused to himself. Harry looked up to see Malfoy and Snape making their way over to the High Table.
He could smell him. It called to him.
Snape took his seat beside McGonagall as Draco leaned his slender body in, clutching at the edge of the table with his hair draping over his shoulder like a veil and began whispering to the Headmistress, her jotting down his words. Snape also began to whisper amongst the three of them, with McGonagall nodding along until she finished writing up her document. Malfoy left the High Table and strutted away to join his friends at the Slytherin table.
Malfoy looked up, instantly meeting Harry's eyes and shot a knowing, sly smile at Harry before looking down as if he knew nothing at all.
It should be illegal to be that gorgeous.
The ache subsided.
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It was the morning before the Full Moon.
"Potter, wait," Malfoy called out as Harry turned to leave the office after taking his last dose of wolfsbane, "I have something to give you," he continued when Harry turned around.
Harry narrowed his eyes incredulously. What could Malfoy possibly want to give him? By the look on Snape's face, not even he knew.
"A gift," Malfoy said simply as he took out a chain from within his long black robe.
Malfoy dangled the antique bronze chain in front of Harry as he stepped closer. At the end of the chain hung a small crystal cylinder encapsulating a deep purple aconitum flower. Hung at the end of the cylinder, enclosed by dark bronze, was a teardrop-shaped moonstone.
"Bronze, of course. And a crystal phial with moonstone. I reinforced it with spells so that the bronze doesn't tarnish and the crystal doesn't shatter easily. Bronze is durable enough, but I reinforced its durability, too — just to be on the safe side. And the chain is charmed to extend with your... physique changes," Malfoy explained with a slight but confident smile, sharp eyes flickering up and down Harry's form quickly. "It's meant to help with your transformation, making it less painful."
Harry was stunned into silence and stood there in befuddlement. An actual gift . A helpful, pretty gift. From Malfoy .
"Here, allow me," Malfoy said, stepping even closer to reach his arms around Harry and slip the necklace around his neck.
The brush of Draco's soft skin against Harry's cheek and neck, paired with the delicate scent of his musk and close proximity, not only eased Harry's ache, but made his stomach flutter with not butterflies, but moths.
"Thank you," Harry breathed out quietly, fiddling with the pendant around his neck. Somehow his nerves settled, yet set alight at the same time.
"Hmm," Draco hummed, pleased.
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"Harry, what's that around your neck?" Ginny asked at breakfast, reaching out her hand to pinch the dark chain around Harry's neck hidden beneath his clothes.
"Gin, will you please stop touching me!" Harry snapped, leaning away from her and clutching the pendant to his chest through his shirt. His gut burned .
Ginny drew back quickly in fear, every Gryffindor nearby becoming silent and staring at the two.
Harry sighed in frustration, "Sorry, it's just... I'm really stressed. My nerves feel like they're on fire, and It's my first time... y'know... at Hogwarts. I'm worried."
"Is the potion not helping? Have they messed it up?" Hermione whispered next to him with concern. This only further irritated Harry.
Harry gritted his teeth, his grip on the pendant tightening. "It is helping, actually. A lot. I feel much better, but it's just that... I'm not at the Burrow. It's different."
He didn't want to mention the effect Draco had on him.
"It's alright, mate," Ron assured softly from beside Hermione, "I know it's all new, but you're gonna be ok. You'll be away from everyone when you're out there and have plenty of space to wolf out," he joked with an easy chuckle.
Ron's words did calm Harry, he knew Ron was right. Remus did it, then so could Harry. Everything will be fine.
Draco waltzed in like he owned the place, along with Snape trailing behind and making their obligatory trip to the High Table. The burning ache fizzled out into... hunger? Harry aggressively stuffed his face with more food.
Ginny kept her distance and stayed quiet.
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"Draco, darling, what on earth are you doing?" Pansy asked her best friend, "Your hair will go all frizzy," she reprimanded, watching Draco twirl around whimsically as if under a spell in the tall wet grass, soaking up the cool air and dribbles of rain.
It was only lunchtime — the group of Slytherins sitting on a large blanket under a tree, except for Draco — and the late October sky was already beginning to get dark, growing heavy with rain clouds and turning into the cobalt blue of wolfsbane.
"Oh, Pansy, I'm in love!" Draco declared dreamily.
"Love?!" Pansy exclaimed.
"We already knew that, Draco," Theo rolled his eyes.
"Blaise, dear," Pansy cried, turning to her boyfriend to clutch at his arm with worry, "I fear our darling has gone round the bend."
"To be fair, I don't think I've ever seen him this happy," Blaise said, patting Pansy's hand reassuringly.
"That's what worries me," she said with a frown, Draco still wistfully gliding around.
"I think it's all those mysterious potion chemicals getting to his head," Theo commented with a shake of his head.
"What is Snape getting you to brew, Draco?" Greg asked with an utterly confused look.
"Greg, you know I can't tell you," replied Draco.
"Oh, but Draco, you must tell us. We're your best friends!" Pansy begged, "What could be so top secret about some potion?"
"Oh, alright..." Draco sighed, halting his languid movements. He turned to the group with a mischievous grin, "It's a love potion!"
"Draco!" Pansy gasped in horror, "It bloody well better not be!"
Draco giggled, resuming his slow twirls and running his hands through his long, silky, platinum locks, "I've been using it on my beloved, and he's going to sweep me away into the night and ravage me silly," he giggled with excitement.
Of course, Draco was lying about the love potion. He did not, in fact, spike the wolfsbane with anything. He didn't need to.
Although, Snape was not happy about the aconitum necklace Draco had gifted to Harry, claiming he knew full well it was a courting gift — an accepted one at that. Whether Harry knew it or not, they were now courting each other.
"The only reason I don't think you've been spiked with a love potion is because I'm not entirely surprised by this declaration," Theo said with amusement, laying back on his hands in a relaxed manner, "And it's about time too — you've been pining for Potter's friendship since first year and pining for his love since third."
"Don't be stupid, you two," Pansy scolded, "Draco, you need to get over that prat. He's with the Weaslette, and no love potion is going to change that. And he hates your guts."
Draco smiled, gliding his hands down to his stomach to stroke his palm over the taught skin beneath his shirt, "He'll fall in love with them tonight. He'll love them so much he'll rearrange them to fit the shape of him."
"Draco!" Pansy shrieked.
"So you are talking about Potter?" Greg questioned, still completely lost.
Draco grinned a Cheshire cat grin and shoved Pansy's shoulder playfully, "I'm only having you on Pansy! Well," he shrugged a shoulder, "about the love potion, at least." Draco turned to look up longingly at the sky, the moon not yet out. "It's a full moon tonight. You'll see. You'll all see."
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That evening, just before dinner, Draco wandered through the barren halls of Hogwarts, on his way out of the castle to travel to the Shrieking Shack where he would wait for his beloved. The moon was rising, so he had to be quick.
Draco ignored the calls of his friends and the odd glances of fellow Slytherins on his way out of the dungeons. Probably staring at his choice of attire.
Draco didn't dress up for Greyback. But it was a special night, and he wanted Harry to have easy access to him.
He adorned a long silk, pearly white slip garment with a slit running up either side of his long pale legs. A chiffon cape of a matching white clinging off his bare shoulders and hanging from his long neck, running all the way down his back and over his arms. His thick, fluffy hair was loose and free, reaching his slim waist and curling inwards at the ends, along with his fringe curling around his forehead. He chose not to wear jewellery — save for the trio of diamond-encrusted chain anklets around his left ankle, his feet bare — for fear of Harry breaking them. Yes, Harry was special, but that didn't mean Draco would allow the beast to wreck his expensive jewellery. His pretty face, lush hair and the subtle shimmer of his silk slip was dazzling enough.
It felt like a ritual, an offering. Of course, if Draco had it his way, he'd be wearing wedding robes. But the time for that will come soon enough.
As Draco was about to walk straight past one of the turns that led deeper into the castle to head for the castle's exit, he stopped dead in his tracks. His stomach dropped, and his heart rate skyrocketed.
He slid his eyes to the side, then turned his head to the left.
There, at the other end of the corridor leading deeper into the castle, was a monstrous beast standing up on its hind legs.
Harry.
His skin was a warm grey with a dark brown and black rugged mane of fur and dustings of fur up his lanky forearms and down his thick thighs. Around his long neck and over his heaving chest was the aconitum necklace. On his forehead — a lightning bolt scar. His tail, longer than the average werewolf, gave a single swish. His large canine teeth bared, his tongue licked over his long snout, panting heavily. His hazel eyes locked on Draco's diamond ones.
He was supposed to be at the Shrieking Shack. He's not supposed to be here, inside the castle.
I found you.
Draco's breath caught in his throat, eyes wide. Then, he grinned. And he began to leg it.
Harry rushed into motion, speeding down the corridor on all fours. He skidded, stumbling on his side as he turned the corner to chase down his prey.
The large front doors to the castle were open and in sight, Draco was going to make it. He pushed on, desperately trying to ignore the burning in his thighs as he raced towards the doors. His hair swished and his robes billowed like a gust of opalescent smoke as his lithe body sprinted like his life depended on it.
He made it. He took one step out those doors... until the eight-foot-tall beast surged forward, wrapping his long arms around Draco and covering his body as he barrelled them through the doors and onto the stone steps in the open air, the sky as black as Harry's fur. The rain was gentle.
Draco laughed away the surge of panic breathlessly as his body was squeezed tightly by the werewolf from behind. He was on all fours to support the heavy weight of the hulking beast over him, with Harry's head nestled in the crook of his neck, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest.
"You've caught me, Harry," Draco breathed out, trailing a finger over Harry's snout with a feather-light touch — almost unsure, but not quite. "Whatever shall you do to me?"
Draco never fucked Greyback in his full werewolf form. This was new territory. It excited Draco.
In response, Harry growled, the sound going right through Draco pleasantly as Harry ran his black-padded palms up the milky skin of Draco's thighs, his claws leaving thin scratches bubbling with droplets of blood in their wake. Draco hissed at the sting.
"Do you know who I am? Know who you're doing this to?" Draco asked breathlessly. "I'm Draco Malfoy," he said for clarification, just to be sure.
Harry nodded his large head with a snarl. Draco beamed.
The truth of the matter was that the wolfsbane worked. The pendant worked in lessening the transformation pain, and Harry's mind, for the most part, was completely clear. He had no desire to harm anyone. Except for one simple fact:
His head was full of Draco. And he needed him.
Harry was heading for the Shrieking Shack. But the one thought clouding his head was that he needed Draco. He needed Draco with him. So, thinking he had more time, he went to find the blonde, ignoring his transformation as he pushed through it in search of Draco. And so, he found him.
The rain picked up, and the clouds began to roll with thunder.
"Let me get a good look at you, my pretty," Draco purred into the pointed ear on Harry's head, making it twitch. Draco shuffled around on the spot so that he could lay on his back, his robes tangled his legs as he twisted around.
Harry allowed it, his hand coming up to cradle Draco's cheek gently, his eyes dilating when Draco nuzzled into the paw and twisted to kiss the padded palm holding him with such tenderness.
Draco ran a gentle hand over Harry's face, his finger grazing up the space in between Harry's now hazel eyes and back round to his extended jawline. He was so close, the werewolf's body heat keeping Draco warm from the cold rain. Harry could kill him right now and there was nothing Draco could do about it.
"You're beautiful," Draco whispered in awe and placed a kiss on the tip of Harry's black nose. Harry's tongue licked over his nose, chasing after the ghost of Draco's plush pink lips.
"You know the rules, Harry. Show me your mouth." Draco carefully hooked his thumbs under the skin of Harry's snout to peel his lips up and out of the way to reveal pink gums and large, sharp teeth. Harry obliged, opening his mouth wider and lolling his pink tongue out. Drool dribbled down onto Draco's chest and ran down between his sternum.
"Good boy," Draco cooed.
The skin of Harry's snout bunched up in a grumble, his tail swishing once.
Without really thinking, Draco leaned up to lick his tongue over the canine teeth and over the velvety texture of Harry's long tongue. This earned a longer, deeper snarl, and Harry shoved his tongue into the wet heat of Draco's mouth and lapped at the plushness of his pink-flushed cheeks. His saliva mixing with rainwater.
Harry slid his hands down Draco's thigh as he consumed Draco's mouth with a groan, then ran them back up to push his wet, now transparent robes clinging to his soft, almost translucent skin and up the expanse of his long legs and out of the way to leave his groin bare for Harry's hungry eyes.
Harry reached his left arm out to pull down the hem of Draco's garment to uncover his soft chest, Harry's claws tearing right over Draco's exposed nipples, the thin fabric of his garment slicing open without any effort. Harry released Draco's mouth to lean down lower, lapping at the blushed nipples hardened by the cold with excess saliva dripping down the small mounds of breasts and pooling in the shallow dip between them.
Draco let a breathy moan escape him, arching his spine to press up into the rumbling beast softly caressing his legs and squeezing at his chest, roaming paws sliding up and down Draco's petite form and tiny waist.
"Harry!" Draco hissed, sucking in air between his teeth, and a growl erupted from the werewolf's chest as his clawed fingers scraped Draco's sharp hip bones to leave inflamed red claw marks.
As Harry lapped over Draco's chest, his hands coming to rest flat on the stone step on either side of Draco's head to trap him beneath the beast, he licked up Draco's pale neck and over his shoulders.
Draco reached his hands up to feel at Harry's warm grey skin over his chest and protruding ribs and down his sunken stomach to cup at Harry's heavy balls, rolling them in his hand and playing with them with his long fingers.
Harry grunted above him, and then Draco felt a wet weight creeping up his forearm. When Draco peered down, he realised it was Harry's monster cock slipping out of his foreskin. Draco moaned desperately, his cunt clenching around nothing and leaking slick in his now painful arousal as he watched Harry's large cock fully unsheath. It was bigger than Greyback's human cock.
As Draco curled his hand around Harry's pulsing, veiny shaft, animalistic grunts and groans left Harry, puffing out breaths like he was struggling to hold himself back as he felt contact with himself for the first time, noticing that the burning ache in his gut was diminishing, replaced with pure burning desire as his eyes focused on Draco watching him with utter delight.
Draco's grip on Harry's member tightened as they panted, smiling at the werewolf happily, and began to stroke the girth up and down while he kept eye contact. Harry whined, a gush of precome seeping out of his tip and Draco using it as an extra lubricant to jack off Harry's cock. Draco slid his hand up and clenched it around Harry's tip, rolling his wrist to rub at the sensitive tip in circular motions.
Harry snarled viciously, batting Draco's hand away from the oversensitivity when the dark silhouette of the werewolf lit up with a flash of violet lightning, rain beating down on him, the water trickling down his muzzle. It was a glorious sight.
Harry slipped his hand between their hips when Draco felt sharp nails graze lightly over Draco's crotch and tease his clit by flicking it with the point of his claw like the end of a knife. Not digging in enough to cut, but enough pressure for it to send a shock of pleasure throughout Draco's groin, causing Draco to yelp but remain deadly still.
Harry's left hand lifted to Draco's swan-like neck, gripping it gently as he held him down. Draco's hand reached up to clutch at Harry's wrist at his neck and let his legs butterfly open to allow Harry to settle between them. His nose flared at Draco's heedy scent of arousal and dripping slick.
Hazel eyes glared into Draco's as his face fell towards his lower body, lapping at his clit, causing Draco to jerk his hips at the sudden wet contact with a wail.
Harry's wide tongue lapped haphazardly, licking down towards Draco's hole every few seconds and his nose butting into Draco's throbbing clit to receive loud cries from Draco in pleasure, his hips thrashing around at the sensation. Harry's large pawed hand held Draco down with no effort, continuing to eat him out with no mercy.
Draco's hands were above his head, running his fingers through his damp locks with sinful moans escaping his drool-slicked mouth as he relished in the sweet euphoria of Harry ravenously devouring him. Harry stroked his hands over Draco's long legs held in the air and held them close to him, padded fingertips brushing over the delicate diamond anklet as he nuzzled the soft flesh of Draco's inner thigh, tongue licking over his calf and nipping lightly at the skin dripping in slick and rain. Lightning flashed again, and a loud roll of thunder as deep as Harry's growls followed.
Draco glanced down at the moonstone hung from Harry's necklace, a deep satisfaction settled in Draco when the murky white of the gemstone reminded him of his own cum and pale skin. He then looked out into the sky, his eyes squinted against the flow of rain as he gazed at the full moon hanging high and heavy and bright through the thickness of grey clouds against a black sky. Violet lightning and thunder and rain washed over them.
Faint, panicked shouts echoed in the distance from within the castle. A group of people were rushing toward them, but they were too far away.
As Harry fucked his long tongue into Draco's hole, a harsh orgasm washed over Draco, clawing at Harry's arm for something to hold on to through the rush of release, but Harry's hold on him didn't lift as he rose up to become face-to-face with Draco's flushed face before letting him go to completely shred the garment and chiffon cape away to leave Draco naked and ready for him, only then to dig his claws into Draco's hips, gripping them with a bruising tightness.
He tugged Draco's lower half up to meet Harry's hips, Draco's back arcing upwards with his shoulders still touching the ground and Harry's member rubbing through Draco's folds teasingly.
"Harry," Draco called to him with a whimper, trying to grab his attention through the volume of downpour. He wanted that cock in him now , despite enjoying the heavy weight of its thickness grinding against Draco's aching cunt.
Harry's tip caught against Draco's eager hole and began to slowly push his dripping cock into Draco's tight, sopping-wet heat.
The both of them let out a shaky cry of sweet relief. A sharp pain stung Draco's hole from being split open on something so large, but Harry was slow, and he thrust in and out in small increments to ease his way in. Draco shot his legs up to cradle Harry's outer thighs and cling to them as he gasped to catch his breath, bracing his upper back and arms against the wet stone steps as the sting eased into pleasure when Harry's cock sunk all the way into him.
"HARRY, STOP IT!" Hermione's shrill voice rang through the air, snapping the werewolf and Draco out of their blissful high. A flash of lightning lit them up.
"MR POTTER, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Professor McGonagall shreiked in alarm. Thunder boomed.
Harry roared in anger at the interruption, his hips still connected to Draco's with his hands holding his waist up and his cock fully seated inside his hot cunt, the outline of Harry's cock visible from the bulge in Draco's stomach.
Stood in the doorway, each one with a look of pure horror as they stared down at the scene, were Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Greg, and Ginny. Watching Harry stake his claim on Draco and fucking into him on the steps of Hogwarts' grounds.
Draco smirked lazily at his friends. "I told you."
Harry pulled out gently, causing Draco to whine in disappointment at the hollow emptiness filling his clenching hole in an attempt to keep Harry inside him. Harry snarled at the tug but gathered Draco into his arms before flinging him over his shoulder with a yelp and stalked down the steps, growling at the group in warning to back off.
Harry won't stop until his thighs are dripping with their cum, both utterly fucked out and soaked in each other's pleasure and rain.
"HARRY!" Ron yelled at the retreating werewolf, rain lashing down on the group staring helplessly as the pair faded into the darkness of night and behind the heavy sheen of downpour. Ron took a step to chase after Harry, but Snape's arm held them all back.
"Don't!" He shouted at the group. "If my assumption is correct, in that Potter will claim Draco, you don't want to stand in his way!" he yelled over the storm.
He knew how possessive werewolves could be. He'd seen it enough times with Greyback and Draco, and they weren't even mated.
Ginny's heart broke.
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Draco, on his hands and knees with long hair hanging limply over his face, crawled over to the panting werewolf slumped in the dark corner of the dreary Shrieking Shack. Harry's keen eyes, with an ever-present, intense hunger, followed his lover's every move, the floorboards creaking with every shuffle Draco took. This wasn't over.
Draco settled on his knees between Harry's thighs, carding his long, slender fingers through the dusting of dark fur. He leaned down with a new interest, wanting a taste of Harry's werewolf cock.
"Ready to finish what we started?"
A short incline of his head, a puff of air, and a lick to the snout was Harry's answer.
Draco flicked his tongue over the tip experimentally, drawing a sharp breath from Harry. Draco looked up through his long, pale lashes to stare at Harry as he flickered his tongue over Harry's tip continuously, swishing his tongue around it to see the werewolf growing restless. He eventually took the head of his cock into his mouth and began to suckle. It tasted salty and fucking perfect, precome seeping onto his tongue deliciously.
He popped off the tip and bent down lower to glide his tongue up and down and all around the veiny shaft, fondling Harry's huge balls, sucking on them — groaning at the squishiness in his mouth — and leaving wet kisses and sucking at the lower shaft to coax out the beginnings of a knot and using the dripping precome to jack off the rest of Harry's long length vigorously.
Harry's hips thrust up impatiently with an irritated growl.
"Poor puppy must be getting blue balls," Draco pouted, giving a gentle, playful squish to Harry's sack.
Harry's eyes narrowed with a dangerous snarl, and he gripped the wet waves of Draco's hair at the back of his head to yank him up and push the tip of his cock into Draco's swollen lips.
Draco understood the silent command and obeyed, opening his mouth wide to let the huge cock enter his mouth. Draco began to sink further onto Harry but didn't even reach halfway when the tip hit the back of his throat. Draco sucked, bobbling his head up and down with a hum sending vibrations through Harry's throbbing cock and used the drool pooling out of Draco's mouth to stroke the rest of Harry's length with a tight grip.
Harry jerked his hips up again, making Draco gag and choke when he entered Draco's tight throat. Draco pushed himself off to clear his throat, a gloopy string of spit still connecting them.
Harry gave Draco a few seconds to breathe and gather his bearings before he yanked Draco back to his aching cock with a growl, getting Draco to open up his warm mouth once more and shove his length into him, tugging and pushing at Draco's scalp to fuck his cock into that smart, snarky mouth. His girth puffed up Draco's splotchy cheeks, tears streaking down them, and intruded his throat repeatedly. Draco tried to breathe through the abuse in his constricting throat, sputtering up more saliva to leave Harry's cock all sloppy and wet.
Eventually, Harry pulled Draco off with a sharp tug to his hair, sending the blonde stumbling back and choking as he gasped for air with slobber running down his chin and chest. He looked fucking wrecked.
Harry'd had enough. He grappled onto Draco's ankles and dragged him closer from across the ground. With a swift yank to cross Draco's legs, he flipped Draco over onto his stomach.
Harry dug his claws into Draco's bruised-black and scratched-up hips, pulling out a cry from Draco and drew his body up to press his ass flush against Harry's hips, his cock nestled between Draco's ass cheeks. Harry tilted his hips to let his cock slip over Draco's twitching asshole and fluttering pussy, grinding his member between Draco's slicked-up thighs only once.
He pushed into Draco's awaiting cunt, the mixture of slobber, slick, precome and rain easing his way in. The both of them gasped for breath as Harry re-entered that all-consuming heat and began to brutally drill his cock into Draco's twitching, gushing hole.
He pushed the middle of Draco's back down to the ground, making him arch with his small breast squished into the floor as Harry began pumping into Draco with urgency. Draco didn't try to hold his body up, Harry's weight making him feel weak but owned and secure.
"Oh, Harry, you're fucking perfect! Salazar, help me!"
Draco screamed at the depth in which Harry was ramming himself into like a barbarian, but couldn't help himself drawing his hips back to meet Harry's harsh thrusts, soaking cock dragging against his soft inner walls and leaving no inch of him left untouched.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck!" Draco wailed and lifted up slightly so that he could hang his head to watch the bulge in his stomach move with each thrust, rearranging his guts to fit the shape of him just like Draco had expected, had hoped for. He caressed his stomach, holding himself up with one shaky arm and delighting in the feeling of Harry's bulge against his palm and inside of him.
Sloppy, wet slapping of skin against skin echoed throughout the dreary room, bouncing off the walls along with Harry's grunts, Draco's pleading screams and booming of thunder. Draco eventually slumped back onto the floor limply in a mess of bodily fluids — his sagging hair splayed out over his face, tears of ecstasy streaming down his face, and his drool pooling at the corner of his mouth and in a puddle beneath his cheek.
"Baby, stop," Draco slurs, laying slack and bare for Harry to use, "Too deep," he mumbles, eyes rolled back into his head and all coherent thoughts slipping away from him. "Too deep."
The werewolf pressing over and into him growled deeply. He threw his head back and lost all clarity in his mind completely — couldn't bare to think — incapable of it — of stopping his pounding into Draco's sweet cunt. The burning heat of his veiny cock kept ramming directly into Draco's cervix, and Draco could feel that pressure building up inside of him all over again.
"Please," Draco whined pathetically, his throat fucked raw and sore, Harry ramming into him with such force that he could barely do anything but scream in bliss. "Please, please, please," he begged, not really making any sense.
"Fuck, Harry, I'm cumming!" Draco slurred in a screech through the roughness of his throat and the fogginess in his head clearing to make way for that single statement.
Draco cried out in ecstasy and tightened around the cock buried balls-deep inside him, making more of a mess as he squirted onto the dirty floor — his arousal splashing from the floor and back onto their quivering thighs. Gushing on Harry's cock with an overwhelming second orgasm, harder than he ever came before, the werewolf growled, snapping his hips frantically.
Harry's arm wrapped around Draco's cinched waist, pulling the length of his graceful back flush against Harry's front, and Draco could feel the heat emitting from his furred skin like he was on fire, keeping him warm and sweaty in the ice-cold chill of the Shrieking Shack and rain from earlier. Harry's canines scraped over Draco's shoulder blade and neck like his teeth were itching with the urge to bite .
Harry held onto Draco so tight that he could hardly breathe by the time the familiar feeling of a swelling pushed against his entrance. Harry's panting became heavier as his knot started forming at the base, only just slightly thicker than he was. A link of every previous fluid forming and breaking each time it hit Draco's clit, along with the slapping of his heavy balls.
"Merlin, Harry, please knot me! I fucking beg you! Claim me! Give me your knot, I need it! Fucking breed me , Harry!" Draco screamed in desperation as if he would die if he didn't take everything Harry had to give.
That was the last straw. With one final push and a guttural roar as if it physically pained him, Harry shoved his knot inside the tightness of Draco's desperate, pulsating cunt, gripping him as if he were trying to crush bones. With a thunderous roar matching that of the storm, spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum emptied into Draco and clogged up inside him with Harry's thick knot keeping it all inside where it belonged. Ropes and ropes of semen never seeming to end, and Merlin, Draco could actually feel it this time, could feel it filling his guts and bloating his stomach.
It was all so very perfect. Everything he'd ever wanted.
Next time, he promised, he'd swallow every last drop of this werewolf's cum. Then get fucked and wrecked beyond repair all over again.