Predatory Nature
Title: Predatory Nature
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Ginny, Slytherins, McGonagall
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, off-screen dub-con (don't like it, don't read it)
Word count: 790
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for starlight2463, whose prompt was: H/D, fox
Summary: Draco doesn't want to reveal he's an Animagus, but when he sees what Potter becomes, the hunt is on.
Draco stood with a small group of Sixth and Seventh year Slytherin students at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His eyes were on Professor McGonagall as he pretended to pay attention.
"This is absurd," he muttered.
"I think it's exciting," Pansy countered in a low whisper. "What if we really are Animagi?"
"No Malfoy has ever been an Animagus," said Draco, hoping she wouldn't pry.
"Your mum's cousin was," said Pansy.
Draco subsided into stony silence. He didn't like to think about Sirius Black being a dog, just as he refused to admit that he already knew he was an Animagus. He was a Slytherin, and keeping that information close to the vest might serve him well in the future.
"Look, Draco," said Pansy, jostling him from his thoughts with an elbow. "Little Miss Weasley is about to try. I hope she turns into a toad."
Under McGonagall's careful tutelage, the Weaselette's form shimmered and changed.
Draco's eyes widened in reluctant admiration. Ginevra had achieved the form of a lovely red fox.
A cheer went up from the Gryffindors, and Draco's eyes immediately cut to Potter. He saw Potter put his thumb and finger in his mouth and give a shrill whistle. For some reason, that irritated Draco. He wondered what Potter's reaction would be to his Animagus form, which was much more impressive than a manky little fox.
"Mr Potter, would you care to try?" asked McGonagall.
Draco focused on his rival, completely missing the sly grin that Pansy sent his way. Potter's father had been an Animagus, which meant it was likely Potter would be able to achieve the feat as well. Knowing Saint Potter, it would probably be something impressive, like a lion or a dragon.
Once again, Professor McGonagall gave instructions and advice, while Potter listened avidly, nodding his head as he focused on her. McGonagall stepped back, Potter closed his eyes in concentration, and Draco leaned forward and held his breath.
Potter's body pitched forward and blurred. He rose on four feet and shook himself.
"What is that?" asked Goyle.
Pansy snorted. "Leave it to Potter to become something so unusual and plebeian at the same time."
"But what is he?" Daphne asked.
"Coyote," drawled Theo.
Draco made a scoffing noise. "More like an idi-ote, if you ask me."
The Weasley girl, still in her fox form, yipped at Potter and began trotting away, sending him a coquettish glance over one shoulder. Potter's idiot tongue lolled out, and he trotted after her.
"Miss Weasley! Mr Potter!" McGonagall called after them.
The Weaselette made a break for the forest, with Potter in hot pursuit.
The chase was too much for Draco's predatory nature. He leaped forward on two feet and hit the ground on four, loping after the fox and the coyote. People screamed and fled from him.
"What was that?'!"
"It was a great bloody wolf!"
"Who was it?!"
"I don't know; who's missing?"
The voices faded into the background as Draco hunted down his prize.
When Potter realized they were being pursued, he wheeled around to confront Draco, keeping himself between Draco and the Weaselette. She pinned her ears back and put on a burst of speed, but Draco wasn't interested in the small fox. Potter's lips drew back in a snarl, and he bravely held his ground.
Draco barely slowed. He plowed right into the smaller Animagus, using his broad chest to bowl Potter over as he rolled the coyote under him. Potter yipped and tried to get to his feet, his hindquarters coming up off the ground first. Draco took advantage and pounced on him.
~*~
Hand in hand, the two dirty, disheveled boys walked slowly through the forest, on their way back to the castle.
Draco slanted a glance at Potter, only to get a shy smile in return. Something in his chest eased. He cleared his throat. "I didn't intend for that to happen."
Potter shrugged. "If you hadn't made the first move, I reckon I would have eventually."
"But, you were chasing after the, uh, after Ginevra."
"We used to play tag all the time when we were younger," Potter offered by way of explanation. "The grounds around the Burrow are a fantastic place to play."
"So, you don't fancy her?"
Potter slanted him another look. "I fancy...blokes."
One side of Draco's mouth quirked up in a smile. "Any one in particular?"
Potter's eyes dropped. "Maybe."
By now, they'd reached the edge of the forest, where raised voices could be heard in the distance.
Draco dropped Potter's hand. No one needed to know what had transpired in the Forbidden Forest.
Potter's chin lifted, and he grabbed Draco's hand again before tugging him out of the treeline to face the future.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Ginny, Slytherins, McGonagall
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, off-screen dub-con (don't like it, don't read it)
Word count: 790
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for starlight2463, whose prompt was: H/D, fox
Summary: Draco doesn't want to reveal he's an Animagus, but when he sees what Potter becomes, the hunt is on.
Draco stood with a small group of Sixth and Seventh year Slytherin students at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His eyes were on Professor McGonagall as he pretended to pay attention.
"This is absurd," he muttered.
"I think it's exciting," Pansy countered in a low whisper. "What if we really are Animagi?"
"No Malfoy has ever been an Animagus," said Draco, hoping she wouldn't pry.
"Your mum's cousin was," said Pansy.
Draco subsided into stony silence. He didn't like to think about Sirius Black being a dog, just as he refused to admit that he already knew he was an Animagus. He was a Slytherin, and keeping that information close to the vest might serve him well in the future.
"Look, Draco," said Pansy, jostling him from his thoughts with an elbow. "Little Miss Weasley is about to try. I hope she turns into a toad."
Under McGonagall's careful tutelage, the Weaselette's form shimmered and changed.
Draco's eyes widened in reluctant admiration. Ginevra had achieved the form of a lovely red fox.
A cheer went up from the Gryffindors, and Draco's eyes immediately cut to Potter. He saw Potter put his thumb and finger in his mouth and give a shrill whistle. For some reason, that irritated Draco. He wondered what Potter's reaction would be to his Animagus form, which was much more impressive than a manky little fox.
"Mr Potter, would you care to try?" asked McGonagall.
Draco focused on his rival, completely missing the sly grin that Pansy sent his way. Potter's father had been an Animagus, which meant it was likely Potter would be able to achieve the feat as well. Knowing Saint Potter, it would probably be something impressive, like a lion or a dragon.
Once again, Professor McGonagall gave instructions and advice, while Potter listened avidly, nodding his head as he focused on her. McGonagall stepped back, Potter closed his eyes in concentration, and Draco leaned forward and held his breath.
Potter's body pitched forward and blurred. He rose on four feet and shook himself.
"What is that?" asked Goyle.
Pansy snorted. "Leave it to Potter to become something so unusual and plebeian at the same time."
"But what is he?" Daphne asked.
"Coyote," drawled Theo.
Draco made a scoffing noise. "More like an idi-ote, if you ask me."
The Weasley girl, still in her fox form, yipped at Potter and began trotting away, sending him a coquettish glance over one shoulder. Potter's idiot tongue lolled out, and he trotted after her.
"Miss Weasley! Mr Potter!" McGonagall called after them.
The Weaselette made a break for the forest, with Potter in hot pursuit.
The chase was too much for Draco's predatory nature. He leaped forward on two feet and hit the ground on four, loping after the fox and the coyote. People screamed and fled from him.
"What was that?'!"
"It was a great bloody wolf!"
"Who was it?!"
"I don't know; who's missing?"
The voices faded into the background as Draco hunted down his prize.
When Potter realized they were being pursued, he wheeled around to confront Draco, keeping himself between Draco and the Weaselette. She pinned her ears back and put on a burst of speed, but Draco wasn't interested in the small fox. Potter's lips drew back in a snarl, and he bravely held his ground.
Draco barely slowed. He plowed right into the smaller Animagus, using his broad chest to bowl Potter over as he rolled the coyote under him. Potter yipped and tried to get to his feet, his hindquarters coming up off the ground first. Draco took advantage and pounced on him.
~*~
Hand in hand, the two dirty, disheveled boys walked slowly through the forest, on their way back to the castle.
Draco slanted a glance at Potter, only to get a shy smile in return. Something in his chest eased. He cleared his throat. "I didn't intend for that to happen."
Potter shrugged. "If you hadn't made the first move, I reckon I would have eventually."
"But, you were chasing after the, uh, after Ginevra."
"We used to play tag all the time when we were younger," Potter offered by way of explanation. "The grounds around the Burrow are a fantastic place to play."
"So, you don't fancy her?"
Potter slanted him another look. "I fancy...blokes."
One side of Draco's mouth quirked up in a smile. "Any one in particular?"
Potter's eyes dropped. "Maybe."
By now, they'd reached the edge of the forest, where raised voices could be heard in the distance.
Draco dropped Potter's hand. No one needed to know what had transpired in the Forbidden Forest.
Potter's chin lifted, and he grabbed Draco's hand again before tugging him out of the treeline to face the future.