The Heat Is On 3
Title: The Heat Is On 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, McGonagall
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 850
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 suzyblack, who requested possessive werewolf!Harry, kissing the collar bone. This is a sequel to The Heat Is On 2
Summary: Draco is desperate to escape.
Draco was so unnerved by his encounter with Potter that he returned to the castle in a daze, completely forgetting his intention to owl his parents. He made use of the Prefects' Bath again, washing away the evidence of his recent sexual activity. Draco felt better when he emerged. Despite not being tired, he made his way to the Dungeons to take refuge in the Head Boy's room once more.
Draco had barely begun the descent into the Dungeons when one of the house-elves appeared before him. The creature tugged one of its ears nervously and said, "The Headmistress is wanting to see you in her office."
Draco nodded curtly, waiting until the elf disappeared with a pop before allowing a grimace to twist his features. He should have known McGonagall would want to question him about what was going on. Resigned, Draco trudged back up the steps and made his way to the gargoyle that guarded McGonagall's office. It allowed him entrance, and he stepped up on the pedestal and was carried to McGonagall's door. Draco knocked politely and waited for the Headmistress' response before opening the door and entering.
"Mister Malfoy," McGonagall greeted him with stiff formality. "Please, come in and have a seat."
Draco quelled his nerves and approached the imposing desk. He perched on the edge of the chair across from the Headmistress.
"I am not going to insist you tell me why you're here, Mister Malfoy, but I hope you know you can talk to me if you need to," McGonagall said.
Draco nodded. "Thank you," he said. "I appreciate that."
"Is there anything you wish to discuss?"
"I-no," Draco replied, giving a small shake of his head.
"Do you have any questions?" McGonagall asked.
Draco was about to respond in the negative, when he found himself blurting, "I thought I saw Harry Potter on the grounds earlier."
McGonagall was silent for a long moment before she said, "Mister Potter has been staying at Hogwarts since the end of the war. He was in need of refuge from the pressure of the media."
Draco tried not to show his alarm. Potter was here, in the castle? "Why did he not have dinner with us?" Draco asked, striving to sound casual.
"We seldom see Harry," McGonagall replied. "He prefers to keep to himself."
Because he's a werewolf, Draco thought to himself. He wondered if McGonagall knew the truth, then thought it absurd that she would not be aware of the change in Potter.
"You are welcome to remain here for the time being, Mister Malfoy," McGonagall was saying, "although I must caution you to remain in the castle. You are welcome to use the Floo in my office when you are ready to leave."
Draco thanked her, adding, "If I may stay one more night and leave after breakfast, that would be ideal."
McGonagall agreed, and Draco was dismissed. He returned to the Dungeons and flopped across the bed in the Head Boy's room. Draco had thought sleep would elude him, but he was surprisingly weary after the tumultuous events of the past thirty-six hours. Draco's eyes grew heavy, and he slept.
~*~
Draco stepped outside, his naked body bathed in moonlight. His veela nature compelled him to seek a joining, and only one partner would do. He moved across the grounds, feeling neither cold nor damp. Draco halted at the edge of a dark treeline, trembling with need and arousal.
A great gray wolf emerged from the darkness, joining Draco in the moonlight. Draco felt no fear; he knew this wolf. It approached him, ears up and tail high in greeting. As the wolf drew close enough to touch, it abruptly changed into Harry Potter. He was nude, as well, and sported an erection to match Draco's own.
'You came,' Potter murmured, taking Draco into his arms.
Draco went willingly, sighing in pleasure when Potter nuzzled his throat. Potter nipped Draco's collarbone before sinking his teeth in more sharply, marking Draco.
With a low moan, Draco allowed his legs to fold, settling to the carpet of grass and opening his legs wide. Potter joined them with a single thrust, staking his claim to Draco's body as he continued nibbling at Draco's throat to leave visible evidence of his possession. Draco whimpered in delight, lifting his hips into each of Potter's hard thrusts as he willingly participated in this moonlight shag. He came with a quavering cry of ecstasy, welcoming the hot pulses of Potter's release inside of him.
Draco lay in sated bliss until Potter whispered in his ear, 'You belong to me now, and you can't hide from me.'
Alarmed, Draco pushed at Potter as he tried to escape...
~*~
Draco awoke flailing. His body was damp with sweat and semen, and he grimaced as he realized he had climaxed from the intensity of his dream about Potter. Draco needed to return home, to the safety of the Manor. The sooner he left here, the better.
The Heat Is On 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, McGonagall
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 850
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 suzyblack, who requested possessive werewolf!Harry, kissing the collar bone. This is a sequel to The Heat Is On 2
Summary: Draco is desperate to escape.
Draco was so unnerved by his encounter with Potter that he returned to the castle in a daze, completely forgetting his intention to owl his parents. He made use of the Prefects' Bath again, washing away the evidence of his recent sexual activity. Draco felt better when he emerged. Despite not being tired, he made his way to the Dungeons to take refuge in the Head Boy's room once more.
Draco had barely begun the descent into the Dungeons when one of the house-elves appeared before him. The creature tugged one of its ears nervously and said, "The Headmistress is wanting to see you in her office."
Draco nodded curtly, waiting until the elf disappeared with a pop before allowing a grimace to twist his features. He should have known McGonagall would want to question him about what was going on. Resigned, Draco trudged back up the steps and made his way to the gargoyle that guarded McGonagall's office. It allowed him entrance, and he stepped up on the pedestal and was carried to McGonagall's door. Draco knocked politely and waited for the Headmistress' response before opening the door and entering.
"Mister Malfoy," McGonagall greeted him with stiff formality. "Please, come in and have a seat."
Draco quelled his nerves and approached the imposing desk. He perched on the edge of the chair across from the Headmistress.
"I am not going to insist you tell me why you're here, Mister Malfoy, but I hope you know you can talk to me if you need to," McGonagall said.
Draco nodded. "Thank you," he said. "I appreciate that."
"Is there anything you wish to discuss?"
"I-no," Draco replied, giving a small shake of his head.
"Do you have any questions?" McGonagall asked.
Draco was about to respond in the negative, when he found himself blurting, "I thought I saw Harry Potter on the grounds earlier."
McGonagall was silent for a long moment before she said, "Mister Potter has been staying at Hogwarts since the end of the war. He was in need of refuge from the pressure of the media."
Draco tried not to show his alarm. Potter was here, in the castle? "Why did he not have dinner with us?" Draco asked, striving to sound casual.
"We seldom see Harry," McGonagall replied. "He prefers to keep to himself."
Because he's a werewolf, Draco thought to himself. He wondered if McGonagall knew the truth, then thought it absurd that she would not be aware of the change in Potter.
"You are welcome to remain here for the time being, Mister Malfoy," McGonagall was saying, "although I must caution you to remain in the castle. You are welcome to use the Floo in my office when you are ready to leave."
Draco thanked her, adding, "If I may stay one more night and leave after breakfast, that would be ideal."
McGonagall agreed, and Draco was dismissed. He returned to the Dungeons and flopped across the bed in the Head Boy's room. Draco had thought sleep would elude him, but he was surprisingly weary after the tumultuous events of the past thirty-six hours. Draco's eyes grew heavy, and he slept.
~*~
Draco stepped outside, his naked body bathed in moonlight. His veela nature compelled him to seek a joining, and only one partner would do. He moved across the grounds, feeling neither cold nor damp. Draco halted at the edge of a dark treeline, trembling with need and arousal.
A great gray wolf emerged from the darkness, joining Draco in the moonlight. Draco felt no fear; he knew this wolf. It approached him, ears up and tail high in greeting. As the wolf drew close enough to touch, it abruptly changed into Harry Potter. He was nude, as well, and sported an erection to match Draco's own.
'You came,' Potter murmured, taking Draco into his arms.
Draco went willingly, sighing in pleasure when Potter nuzzled his throat. Potter nipped Draco's collarbone before sinking his teeth in more sharply, marking Draco.
With a low moan, Draco allowed his legs to fold, settling to the carpet of grass and opening his legs wide. Potter joined them with a single thrust, staking his claim to Draco's body as he continued nibbling at Draco's throat to leave visible evidence of his possession. Draco whimpered in delight, lifting his hips into each of Potter's hard thrusts as he willingly participated in this moonlight shag. He came with a quavering cry of ecstasy, welcoming the hot pulses of Potter's release inside of him.
Draco lay in sated bliss until Potter whispered in his ear, 'You belong to me now, and you can't hide from me.'
Alarmed, Draco pushed at Potter as he tried to escape...
~*~
Draco awoke flailing. His body was damp with sweat and semen, and he grimaced as he realized he had climaxed from the intensity of his dream about Potter. Draco needed to return home, to the safety of the Manor. The sooner he left here, the better.
The Heat Is On 4