The Heat Is On 2
Title: The Heat Is On 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OCs
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1040
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for kitty_fic, who requested a sequel to The Heat Is On
Summary: Potter keeps his promises.
Following his bizarre encounter with Potter in the forest, Draco had trudged to Hogwarts castle and demanded admittance. The new Headmistress had not questioned him; rather, McGonagall had allowed Draco the use of the Prefects bath, and she had given him leave to use the Slytherin Head Boy's private room. There were no students at the school, for which Draco was grateful. After bathing, he had fallen into bed and slept the day away.
Draco did not awaken until the following evening. Clothing had been left on a nearby chair for him, and Draco got dressed without complaint. Hunger drove him to the Great Hall, where he was greeted by the strange sight of McGonagall seated at a small table with a handful of other Hogwarts staff. In attendance were Trelawney, Hagrid, Filch and Flitwick.
"Mr Malfoy, please come join us," invited McGonagall. "Things tend to be less formal during the summer months."
Draco tentatively took a seat and helped himself to the food on the table. He could sense the curiosity of the others, but they refrained from asking him about his mysterious appearance at Hogwarts when he should have been home with his parents. Thinking of his family made Draco realize they were likely worried about him, and he resolved to make the long trek to the owlery after dinner to let them know his whereabouts.
Draco maintained his silence throughout the meal, paying only scant attention to the conversation that flowed around him. Once Draco had excused himself from the table, he returned to the room he'd been assigned and fetched the cloak that Potter had given him to wear last night. The castle's house-elves had cleaned it, and the light-weight cloak would ward off the chill of the night.
The moon was bright enough to light Draco's way across the grounds. Despite knowing he was safe within the demesne of Hogwarts, Draco paused frequently to listen to the sounds around him. He felt defenseless and naked without his wand, which was making him jittery.
Draco glanced behind him, and when he turned back, he nearly ran into a figure directly in front of him. Draco stumbled back with a startled yelp.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, Malfoy."
"Damn it, Potter!" Draco seethed, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. "What are you doing out here?"
"I came to return your wand," said Potter, withdrawing it from his sleeve and handing it to Draco.
Snatching it up with trembling fingers, Draco felt relief tempered with alarm. "Where did you find it?" he asked.
"Where you left it."
Draco was afraid to ask Potter to elaborate, so he elected to drop the subject. "Thank you," he said stiffly. He tucked his wand up his sleeve and continued on his way to the owlery. Potter fell into step beside him, and Draco's shoulders tensed. He was still in season, and the warmth of Potter's body next to him was arousing Draco's passions and making him tetchy. "Is there something else you want?" he demanded.
"I told you I'd come back for you," said Potter.
Draco halted in his tracks. "I don't belong to you," he countered. Despite his assertion, his voice lacked conviction.
"You wear my mark," Potter said, reaching to brush his fingers over the tender spot on the back of Draco's neck. Draco quivered in reaction, and his knees grew weak, as if his veela nature meant to have him prone on the ground and ready to mate. "The scent of your readiness is like an aphrodisiac, Malfoy," said Potter. "You're aching for me, aren't you?"
Draco opened his mouth to deny it, but the words became lodged in his throat. Potter's hands settled on Draco's hips and drew their groins flush together before covering Draco's lips with his own. The kiss was fraught with pent-up need, and Draco moaned and allowed Potter to bear him to the ground.
Potter grappled with Draco's borrowed clothing until he had succeeded in stripping Draco of his shoes and socks, trousers and pants.
Draco's cock was stiff with arousal, and he spread his legs in surrender. Rather than take advantage of Draco's capitulation, however, Potter rolled him over and nudged him until Draco's knees were tucked beneath him and his arse was in the air. Potter growled his approval, and an instant later, Draco heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. Potter prepared Draco with a spell before mounting him and pushing his swollen cock into Draco's body.
A keening cry escaped Draco, one of pleasure mixed with pain. Potter buried himself fully inside of Draco, then leaned forward and set his teeth in Draco's nape. Draco cried out again as his body shuddered in reaction. His muscles tightened around Potter's cock as Draco rolled his hips impatiently.
Potter gave him no quarter. He pounded into Draco's hole over and over. Soft growls issued from his throat, but he never released the grip his teeth had on Draco's nape. Draco writhed and whimpered and tried to match Potter's movements by pushing back to meet each brutal thrust. Being in heat compelled Draco to behave like a wanton, and his body reveled in Potter's possession of him. Draco closed a hand around his own cock and tugged, and his orgasm rushed through him in a wave. He wailed loudly, the sound carrying on the still night air.
Potter didn't last much longer. He drove in hard twice more and went rigid as he spent himself inside Draco's spasming hole. Potter's teeth were withdrawn from Draco's neck a moment before his softening cock eased out of Draco's body.
Draco turned and sat up, heedless of the cold, damp ground. "You took advantage of my condition," he accused. "You won't be so fortunate again, however. A veela's heat cycle lasts less than forty-eight hours."
"That may be true," said Potter as he tucked himself in and zipped up, "but werewolves mate for life."
~tbc~
The Heat Is On 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OCs
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1040
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for kitty_fic, who requested a sequel to The Heat Is On
Summary: Potter keeps his promises.
Following his bizarre encounter with Potter in the forest, Draco had trudged to Hogwarts castle and demanded admittance. The new Headmistress had not questioned him; rather, McGonagall had allowed Draco the use of the Prefects bath, and she had given him leave to use the Slytherin Head Boy's private room. There were no students at the school, for which Draco was grateful. After bathing, he had fallen into bed and slept the day away.
Draco did not awaken until the following evening. Clothing had been left on a nearby chair for him, and Draco got dressed without complaint. Hunger drove him to the Great Hall, where he was greeted by the strange sight of McGonagall seated at a small table with a handful of other Hogwarts staff. In attendance were Trelawney, Hagrid, Filch and Flitwick.
"Mr Malfoy, please come join us," invited McGonagall. "Things tend to be less formal during the summer months."
Draco tentatively took a seat and helped himself to the food on the table. He could sense the curiosity of the others, but they refrained from asking him about his mysterious appearance at Hogwarts when he should have been home with his parents. Thinking of his family made Draco realize they were likely worried about him, and he resolved to make the long trek to the owlery after dinner to let them know his whereabouts.
Draco maintained his silence throughout the meal, paying only scant attention to the conversation that flowed around him. Once Draco had excused himself from the table, he returned to the room he'd been assigned and fetched the cloak that Potter had given him to wear last night. The castle's house-elves had cleaned it, and the light-weight cloak would ward off the chill of the night.
The moon was bright enough to light Draco's way across the grounds. Despite knowing he was safe within the demesne of Hogwarts, Draco paused frequently to listen to the sounds around him. He felt defenseless and naked without his wand, which was making him jittery.
Draco glanced behind him, and when he turned back, he nearly ran into a figure directly in front of him. Draco stumbled back with a startled yelp.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, Malfoy."
"Damn it, Potter!" Draco seethed, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. "What are you doing out here?"
"I came to return your wand," said Potter, withdrawing it from his sleeve and handing it to Draco.
Snatching it up with trembling fingers, Draco felt relief tempered with alarm. "Where did you find it?" he asked.
"Where you left it."
Draco was afraid to ask Potter to elaborate, so he elected to drop the subject. "Thank you," he said stiffly. He tucked his wand up his sleeve and continued on his way to the owlery. Potter fell into step beside him, and Draco's shoulders tensed. He was still in season, and the warmth of Potter's body next to him was arousing Draco's passions and making him tetchy. "Is there something else you want?" he demanded.
"I told you I'd come back for you," said Potter.
Draco halted in his tracks. "I don't belong to you," he countered. Despite his assertion, his voice lacked conviction.
"You wear my mark," Potter said, reaching to brush his fingers over the tender spot on the back of Draco's neck. Draco quivered in reaction, and his knees grew weak, as if his veela nature meant to have him prone on the ground and ready to mate. "The scent of your readiness is like an aphrodisiac, Malfoy," said Potter. "You're aching for me, aren't you?"
Draco opened his mouth to deny it, but the words became lodged in his throat. Potter's hands settled on Draco's hips and drew their groins flush together before covering Draco's lips with his own. The kiss was fraught with pent-up need, and Draco moaned and allowed Potter to bear him to the ground.
Potter grappled with Draco's borrowed clothing until he had succeeded in stripping Draco of his shoes and socks, trousers and pants.
Draco's cock was stiff with arousal, and he spread his legs in surrender. Rather than take advantage of Draco's capitulation, however, Potter rolled him over and nudged him until Draco's knees were tucked beneath him and his arse was in the air. Potter growled his approval, and an instant later, Draco heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. Potter prepared Draco with a spell before mounting him and pushing his swollen cock into Draco's body.
A keening cry escaped Draco, one of pleasure mixed with pain. Potter buried himself fully inside of Draco, then leaned forward and set his teeth in Draco's nape. Draco cried out again as his body shuddered in reaction. His muscles tightened around Potter's cock as Draco rolled his hips impatiently.
Potter gave him no quarter. He pounded into Draco's hole over and over. Soft growls issued from his throat, but he never released the grip his teeth had on Draco's nape. Draco writhed and whimpered and tried to match Potter's movements by pushing back to meet each brutal thrust. Being in heat compelled Draco to behave like a wanton, and his body reveled in Potter's possession of him. Draco closed a hand around his own cock and tugged, and his orgasm rushed through him in a wave. He wailed loudly, the sound carrying on the still night air.
Potter didn't last much longer. He drove in hard twice more and went rigid as he spent himself inside Draco's spasming hole. Potter's teeth were withdrawn from Draco's neck a moment before his softening cock eased out of Draco's body.
Draco turned and sat up, heedless of the cold, damp ground. "You took advantage of my condition," he accused. "You won't be so fortunate again, however. A veela's heat cycle lasts less than forty-eight hours."
"That may be true," said Potter as he tucked himself in and zipped up, "but werewolves mate for life."
~tbc~
The Heat Is On 3