Wolven Wanderers
Title: Wolven Wanderers
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 750
Author's notes: Written for slythindor100 Christmas Challenge, Prompt: White and Black Wolf, Hot Chocolate. Also written for dracoharry100's Christmas Prompt: Paw prints in the snow
Summary: Draco doesn't enjoy running with Harry. But there are incentives.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
The black wolf was on the move. He had been tracking the hare ever since the hunt began. His prey had sensed his presence and taken off in a hurry. His dark coat bristled with excitement as he gave chase. He had no intention of killing anything, but the chase was still fun. So he tore through the forest, blazing a trail through the icy grounds.
The hare took a sharp left and disappeared into the sparse undergrowth. The wolf stilled, taking a moment to just feel the forest around him. The sharp bite of the wind and the chill of the frost beneath his paws was exhilarating. He tipped his head back and let loose a howl.
His call, as always was answered.
The black wolf cocked an interested ear. There was a shift in the shadows and he turned. The white wolf stepped out into the light. He was a svelte, agile creature with gleaming white fur and blue-grey eyes. He took in the scene with a disdainful sniff and approached the black wolf at a sedate pace, cocking a bored ear at the other’s obvious excitement.
The black wolf could care less. His companion of the night was here and he was glad for it. He bounded over to the other and indulged himself with a brief nuzzle, which the white wolf grudgingly allowed. The black wolf’s tongue lolled out and he pranced about the magnificent creature, inviting him to play. The white wolf merely observed him, somehow managing to affect an air of disdain and amusement all at once. The darker of the two hunkered down and rolled in the snow, demanding a game of tag. Eventually, his patience ran out and he resorted to a light nip on the flank. The white wolf growled in warning and stalked off, intending to distance himself from his troublesome familiar.
The black wolf gave chase immediately. There was a yelp of surprise and then the two wolves were rolling and tussling, snow flying around them as they growled playfully and nipped at each other.
The game didn’t last very long. Eventually, the white wolf tackled the other and pounced on him, teeth bared and tail bristling in irritation. The black wolf rolled on his back and panted, tail still wagging from the excitement of the play-fight. The white wolf flattened his ears and stared balefully at him.
Immature idiot, he seemed to say.
Still, he indulged the playful one with a nuzzle before settling down to groom him.
The black wolf huffed in discontent but a sharp nip to the ear kept him still as his companion licked and fussed over him. He even managed a few affectionate licks of his own- an indulgence his overly prideful companion rarely allowed. It wasn’t easy running with the white wolf, but these rare moments made up for it and he wouldn’t give them up for the world.
The sun was coming up now. The wolves watched the breaking dawn as one and a silent understanding passed between them.
It was time to go home.
Harry changed first. His lupine form shifted easily. He stumbled a bit before righting himself and brushed the snow off his jeans. Draco- still in wolf form-watched him with evident disinterest. Harry chuckled and scratched his ears, ignoring the narrowed eyes and half growl of protest. Draco may not always enjoy his antics, but he would never bite him.
“Oh, stop it,” he chided gently. “Some of us like to run around and have fun. That’s what your Animagus form is for.”
Draco sniffed condescendingly and licked his hand.
Harry chuckled and carded his fingers in that soft, white fur again. “Race you home?”
Draco yawned and flopped down in the snow, closing his eyes.
“Loser makes the winner hot chocolate?”
Draco stilled. One grey eye opened in mild interest. An ear twitched.
Then Harry yelped and fell back in surprise as Draco shot up and took off racing, leaving a trail of paw prints in the snow.
“Cheater!” Harry called after him.
Draco's answering growl sounded a lot like laughter. Harry couldn’t help himself. He laughed and took off running too.
The chase was on again.
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 750
Author's notes: Written for slythindor100 Christmas Challenge, Prompt: White and Black Wolf, Hot Chocolate. Also written for dracoharry100's Christmas Prompt: Paw prints in the snow
Summary: Draco doesn't enjoy running with Harry. But there are incentives.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
The black wolf was on the move. He had been tracking the hare ever since the hunt began. His prey had sensed his presence and taken off in a hurry. His dark coat bristled with excitement as he gave chase. He had no intention of killing anything, but the chase was still fun. So he tore through the forest, blazing a trail through the icy grounds.
The hare took a sharp left and disappeared into the sparse undergrowth. The wolf stilled, taking a moment to just feel the forest around him. The sharp bite of the wind and the chill of the frost beneath his paws was exhilarating. He tipped his head back and let loose a howl.
His call, as always was answered.
The black wolf cocked an interested ear. There was a shift in the shadows and he turned. The white wolf stepped out into the light. He was a svelte, agile creature with gleaming white fur and blue-grey eyes. He took in the scene with a disdainful sniff and approached the black wolf at a sedate pace, cocking a bored ear at the other’s obvious excitement.
The black wolf could care less. His companion of the night was here and he was glad for it. He bounded over to the other and indulged himself with a brief nuzzle, which the white wolf grudgingly allowed. The black wolf’s tongue lolled out and he pranced about the magnificent creature, inviting him to play. The white wolf merely observed him, somehow managing to affect an air of disdain and amusement all at once. The darker of the two hunkered down and rolled in the snow, demanding a game of tag. Eventually, his patience ran out and he resorted to a light nip on the flank. The white wolf growled in warning and stalked off, intending to distance himself from his troublesome familiar.
The black wolf gave chase immediately. There was a yelp of surprise and then the two wolves were rolling and tussling, snow flying around them as they growled playfully and nipped at each other.
The game didn’t last very long. Eventually, the white wolf tackled the other and pounced on him, teeth bared and tail bristling in irritation. The black wolf rolled on his back and panted, tail still wagging from the excitement of the play-fight. The white wolf flattened his ears and stared balefully at him.
Immature idiot, he seemed to say.
Still, he indulged the playful one with a nuzzle before settling down to groom him.
The black wolf huffed in discontent but a sharp nip to the ear kept him still as his companion licked and fussed over him. He even managed a few affectionate licks of his own- an indulgence his overly prideful companion rarely allowed. It wasn’t easy running with the white wolf, but these rare moments made up for it and he wouldn’t give them up for the world.
The sun was coming up now. The wolves watched the breaking dawn as one and a silent understanding passed between them.
It was time to go home.
Harry changed first. His lupine form shifted easily. He stumbled a bit before righting himself and brushed the snow off his jeans. Draco- still in wolf form-watched him with evident disinterest. Harry chuckled and scratched his ears, ignoring the narrowed eyes and half growl of protest. Draco may not always enjoy his antics, but he would never bite him.
“Oh, stop it,” he chided gently. “Some of us like to run around and have fun. That’s what your Animagus form is for.”
Draco sniffed condescendingly and licked his hand.
Harry chuckled and carded his fingers in that soft, white fur again. “Race you home?”
Draco yawned and flopped down in the snow, closing his eyes.
“Loser makes the winner hot chocolate?”
Draco stilled. One grey eye opened in mild interest. An ear twitched.
Then Harry yelped and fell back in surprise as Draco shot up and took off racing, leaving a trail of paw prints in the snow.
“Cheater!” Harry called after him.
Draco's answering growl sounded a lot like laughter. Harry couldn’t help himself. He laughed and took off running too.
The chase was on again.