Catnipped 12
Title: Catnipped 12
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild issues of consent
Word count: 825
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for bgreenwivy, who asked for more of Catnipped, wherein Harry gets turned into a catboy, top!Harry
Summary: It's Draco's turn to deal with an overgrown catboy.
Hermione stepped from the Floo. "Here's that potion you asked for," she said as Draco came from the kitchen to greet her. It was the same potion that had once given Draco cat-like characteristics. He still wasn't completely cured, and he hoped that by analyzing the potion he could create a stronger antidote.
"Thank you, Granger," Draco nodded politely. He'd never gotten used to calling her Weasley.
"Is Harry home?" asked Hermione.
"Not yet," Draco replied. "You're welcome to wait for him."
"That's alright," said Hermione. "I was only going to ask him to assist me with a project that requires an extra person. Ron isn't home, but he can help when he returns."
After a moment's hesitation, Draco said, "I can help you, if you'd like."
Hermione blinked at him in surprise and then smiled. "That would be splendid, Malfoy. Thank you."
~*~
Harry tripped out of the Floo and scowled at the rug in front of the hearth. When his boyfriend didn't immediately appear, Harry called for him. "Draco!...Draco?"
Sighing, Harry wandered into the kitchen in search of nibbles. He saw small vial of potion on the table and grinned. Draco had claimed he was taking a new vitamin potion, but he had yet to share it. Harry uncorked the vial.
"Bottoms up," he toasted before drinking the contents.
~*~
Draco returned home later than he had anticipated. He hoped Harry wasn't in a strop about it. Draco emerged gracefully from the Floo. He frowned when Harry didn't come to greet him. His boyfriend should be home by now.
"Harry?" Draco called.
Purrip?
Draco paused. Had he just heard a cat? He was going to throttle Harry if he'd brought a cat home. Lips thinning, Draco strode into the kitchen. He almost fell over Harry's prone form.
Harry was lying on the floor in a patch of sunlight, which was streaming through the window.
"Harry!" cried Draco. "What are you doing on the floor?!"
Harry opened his eyes, and Draco groaned in dismay. His boyfriend's pupils were slitted. Draco looked in the direction of the table, swearing under his breath when he discovered the vial of potion was empty. "You daft arse," he grumbled.
Purrip? Harry replied. He stretched and yawned, and Draco could see the tips of black, furry ears poking through Harry's hair.
"Get up," Draco sighed. Harry just blinked at him and yawned again. Draco plowed a hand into his immaculate hair. "I'd better ring Granger," he said, shaking his head.
~*~
Draco was propped up in bed, petting his boyfriend's hair. Harry was purring loudly and kneading Draco's stomach with the fingers of one hand. Granger had been no help. She would need at least a day to brew the antidote that had initially restored most of Draco's humanity. For now, Harry was stuck in cat form.
Draco had managed to get his boyfriend undressed for bed, but Harry had balked when Draco tried to put pyjamas on him. Draco had given up and let Harry run around naked. His boyfriend was now snuggled under the covers and half draped over Draco's torso. Draco turned out the lamp next to the bed and pushed Harry off of him so that he could get comfortable.
Purrip?
"Shush," scolded Draco. "It's bed time." He let out an almost girlish giggle when Harry nuzzled the back of his neck. "Sst, sst," Draco hissed. "Stop that."
Harry made an odd rumbling noise in his throat and gripped Draco's nape in his teeth. Draco reacted without thinking by rolling onto his fours and raising his arse in the air. When he realized what he was doing, he tried to squirm away, but Harry bit down harder and moved to cover Draco's body with his own. Draco had just enough time to blurt out a lubrication spell before Harry's cock thrust past his rim, penetrating Draco with no finesse whatsoever.
Draco squeaked, but he couldn't prevent himself from arching his back and pressing closer to Harry. This all seemed so wrong, but fuck, it felt good. Draco felt a yowl building in his own throat, and he opened his mouth and let it out. Harry reacted with a primal growl, biting down on Draco's nape and fucking him fast and hard. Draco's own vestiges of feline behavior had taken over, and he writhed and wailed and climaxed rather quickly. Harry pulsed inside of him, then sprang away to watch Draco warily from the end of the bed.
Draco scrambled up closer to the head of the bed and resisted the urge to lick himself wherever he could reach.
Another half-growl, half-purr rumbled from Harry's throat, and Draco responded with an involuntary purrip of his own. Harry prowled closer, and Draco sidled forward to meet him.
It was going to be a long night.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild issues of consent
Word count: 825
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for bgreenwivy, who asked for more of Catnipped, wherein Harry gets turned into a catboy, top!Harry
Summary: It's Draco's turn to deal with an overgrown catboy.
Hermione stepped from the Floo. "Here's that potion you asked for," she said as Draco came from the kitchen to greet her. It was the same potion that had once given Draco cat-like characteristics. He still wasn't completely cured, and he hoped that by analyzing the potion he could create a stronger antidote.
"Thank you, Granger," Draco nodded politely. He'd never gotten used to calling her Weasley.
"Is Harry home?" asked Hermione.
"Not yet," Draco replied. "You're welcome to wait for him."
"That's alright," said Hermione. "I was only going to ask him to assist me with a project that requires an extra person. Ron isn't home, but he can help when he returns."
After a moment's hesitation, Draco said, "I can help you, if you'd like."
Hermione blinked at him in surprise and then smiled. "That would be splendid, Malfoy. Thank you."
~*~
Harry tripped out of the Floo and scowled at the rug in front of the hearth. When his boyfriend didn't immediately appear, Harry called for him. "Draco!...Draco?"
Sighing, Harry wandered into the kitchen in search of nibbles. He saw small vial of potion on the table and grinned. Draco had claimed he was taking a new vitamin potion, but he had yet to share it. Harry uncorked the vial.
"Bottoms up," he toasted before drinking the contents.
~*~
Draco returned home later than he had anticipated. He hoped Harry wasn't in a strop about it. Draco emerged gracefully from the Floo. He frowned when Harry didn't come to greet him. His boyfriend should be home by now.
"Harry?" Draco called.
Purrip?
Draco paused. Had he just heard a cat? He was going to throttle Harry if he'd brought a cat home. Lips thinning, Draco strode into the kitchen. He almost fell over Harry's prone form.
Harry was lying on the floor in a patch of sunlight, which was streaming through the window.
"Harry!" cried Draco. "What are you doing on the floor?!"
Harry opened his eyes, and Draco groaned in dismay. His boyfriend's pupils were slitted. Draco looked in the direction of the table, swearing under his breath when he discovered the vial of potion was empty. "You daft arse," he grumbled.
Purrip? Harry replied. He stretched and yawned, and Draco could see the tips of black, furry ears poking through Harry's hair.
"Get up," Draco sighed. Harry just blinked at him and yawned again. Draco plowed a hand into his immaculate hair. "I'd better ring Granger," he said, shaking his head.
~*~
Draco was propped up in bed, petting his boyfriend's hair. Harry was purring loudly and kneading Draco's stomach with the fingers of one hand. Granger had been no help. She would need at least a day to brew the antidote that had initially restored most of Draco's humanity. For now, Harry was stuck in cat form.
Draco had managed to get his boyfriend undressed for bed, but Harry had balked when Draco tried to put pyjamas on him. Draco had given up and let Harry run around naked. His boyfriend was now snuggled under the covers and half draped over Draco's torso. Draco turned out the lamp next to the bed and pushed Harry off of him so that he could get comfortable.
Purrip?
"Shush," scolded Draco. "It's bed time." He let out an almost girlish giggle when Harry nuzzled the back of his neck. "Sst, sst," Draco hissed. "Stop that."
Harry made an odd rumbling noise in his throat and gripped Draco's nape in his teeth. Draco reacted without thinking by rolling onto his fours and raising his arse in the air. When he realized what he was doing, he tried to squirm away, but Harry bit down harder and moved to cover Draco's body with his own. Draco had just enough time to blurt out a lubrication spell before Harry's cock thrust past his rim, penetrating Draco with no finesse whatsoever.
Draco squeaked, but he couldn't prevent himself from arching his back and pressing closer to Harry. This all seemed so wrong, but fuck, it felt good. Draco felt a yowl building in his own throat, and he opened his mouth and let it out. Harry reacted with a primal growl, biting down on Draco's nape and fucking him fast and hard. Draco's own vestiges of feline behavior had taken over, and he writhed and wailed and climaxed rather quickly. Harry pulsed inside of him, then sprang away to watch Draco warily from the end of the bed.
Draco scrambled up closer to the head of the bed and resisted the urge to lick himself wherever he could reach.
Another half-growl, half-purr rumbled from Harry's throat, and Draco responded with an involuntary purrip of his own. Harry prowled closer, and Draco sidled forward to meet him.
It was going to be a long night.