HarryLovesDraco #11; JMDC gift!fic
Title: Mingled Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D, Gryffindors
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, creature!fic (characters and creatures are of age)
Word Count: 890
Author's note: Written as a gift for bound_amalthea for winning March's JMDC drawing. Her request was for Harry wakes up with small wings. Also written for the current prompt at harrylovesdraco - "I'll scratch your itch if you scratch mine."
Summary: There's only one thing that could have caused Harry to sprout wings...
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Harry woke up with a soppy smile on his face. Good sex always led to a good night's sleep, and the sex he'd had last night had been phenomenal. Harry was lying on his stomach, cheek resting on his favorite pillow. His shoulder blade itched, and Harry idly reached back to scratch. He frowned when his fingers encountered what felt like feathers. Sitting up, Harry felt an unfamiliar weight dragging at his back, and he craned his neck for a look.
He'd sprouted a pair of small black wings.
~*~
"Mm, Malfoy," Harry rumbled. "I'm going to shag your pretty arse so hard..."
"Yes," Draco panted. "Want you to...wanted you for so long..."
Harry broke free of snogging the Slytherin boy to step back and take a good look at Draco's white wings. "I won't catch anything from shagging you, will I?" he asked. "Are there any weird Veela diseases I need to know about?"
"Don't be such a pillock, Potter," Draco snapped. "The only way you could possibly be affected by shagging me is if you were my fated mate, and we both know that isn't the case." As he spoke, he finished undressing in his private Head Boy room and turned to give Harry a better view of his large white wings.
Harry's eyes, of course, bypassed the wings and traveled straight to Draco's perfect arse. His cock jerked impatiently as he envisioned himself thrusting in an out of that arse. "What would happen if I was your fated mate?" he felt compelled to ask, tugging his shirt off.
Draco smirked at him over one shoulder. "You'd grow wings."
~*~
Having donned a pair of jeans and trainers, Harry stormed from his dorm room and down the stairs to the Common Room.
"What the ruddy hell...?" he heard Seamus exclaim.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. "What's happened to you?! Where are you going?" Her last question was addressed to the portrait that banged shut after Harry's hasty exit.
Harry stomped all the way down to the dungeons, where he banged loudly on the door to the Head Boy's room.
~*~
Shagging Draco was like nothing Harry had ever experienced before. The Veela's snug sheath clenched around Harry's cock and caressed it with rippling contractions of muscle. Wailing cries tumbled from Draco's lips as he arched back into each of Harry's thrusts, almost drowning out Harry's own lusty moans of pleasure. Draco's wings were held out from his body, and Harry gave in to the strange urge to stroke the silky white feathers. The fingertips of one hand brushed gently over Draco's feathers in contrast to the fingers of Harry's other hand, which were clutching Draco's hip in a bruising grip.
Draco's entire body went taut for an instant before he came, and he clawed at the bedding and howled in pleasure as he climaxed. Harry felt as if his orgasm was pulled from him by Draco, and he surrendered to it with an incoherent shout of completion.
Withdrawing from Draco's body was difficult; Harry thought he could have stayed joined with him forever, but that was simply post-coital euphoria. He was even more reluctant to leave Draco and head back to Gryffindor, but he'd only wanted to shag the git, not snuggle with him like a Hufflepuff girl. With a slightly sarcastic 'Thanks for the shag, Malfoy,' Harry exited the other boy's room and returned to his own dorm.
~*~
The door was yanked open just as Harry was about to pound on it again. "Potter!" sneered Draco. "What do you want?" As he spoke, he shifted from foot to foot, rustling his wings restlessly and scowling at Harry.
"I want you to explain this!" Harry yelled, turning to show his small black wings to Draco.
"Great gremlin gonads," Draco muttered. "I should have known something was amiss when I woke up with this...itch."
"What are you on about?"
Draco sighed. "It's said that a Veela will suffer certain physical side effects when missing his or her mate."
"So we're mates?" Harry squawked.
"You have wings, don't you?" snapped Draco. "And I have this bloody itch!"
"I can't imagine that's worse than wings!"
"Potter, you have no idea. The itch is inside me, and I think you're the only one who...oh bloody hell, just fuck me again!"
Harry hadn't come down to the dungeons for another go, but he found himself tumbling Draco to the bed once more and hastily preparing him for sex. Once inside his mate again, Harry experienced the same ecstasy as he had the night before. His wings extended and fanned rapidly as he thrust into Draco over and over.
It didn't take them long to finish, and they were soon sprawled across Draco's bed lying side by side on their stomachs. One of Harry's small black wings had come to rest across Draco's larger white wing, mingling their feathers.
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
"My back itches where my wings came through." Harry sighed in bliss when a hand reached out and rubbed his shoulder blades soothingly. "I reckon we're stuck with one another, yeah?" he mumbled.
"It would seem that way," Draco replied, "but let's make the most of it, Harry. I'll scratch your itch if you scratch mine."
Ruffled Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D, Gryffindors
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, creature!fic (characters and creatures are of age)
Word Count: 890
Author's note: Written as a gift for bound_amalthea for winning March's JMDC drawing. Her request was for Harry wakes up with small wings. Also written for the current prompt at harrylovesdraco - "I'll scratch your itch if you scratch mine."
Summary: There's only one thing that could have caused Harry to sprout wings...
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Harry woke up with a soppy smile on his face. Good sex always led to a good night's sleep, and the sex he'd had last night had been phenomenal. Harry was lying on his stomach, cheek resting on his favorite pillow. His shoulder blade itched, and Harry idly reached back to scratch. He frowned when his fingers encountered what felt like feathers. Sitting up, Harry felt an unfamiliar weight dragging at his back, and he craned his neck for a look.
He'd sprouted a pair of small black wings.
~*~
"Mm, Malfoy," Harry rumbled. "I'm going to shag your pretty arse so hard..."
"Yes," Draco panted. "Want you to...wanted you for so long..."
Harry broke free of snogging the Slytherin boy to step back and take a good look at Draco's white wings. "I won't catch anything from shagging you, will I?" he asked. "Are there any weird Veela diseases I need to know about?"
"Don't be such a pillock, Potter," Draco snapped. "The only way you could possibly be affected by shagging me is if you were my fated mate, and we both know that isn't the case." As he spoke, he finished undressing in his private Head Boy room and turned to give Harry a better view of his large white wings.
Harry's eyes, of course, bypassed the wings and traveled straight to Draco's perfect arse. His cock jerked impatiently as he envisioned himself thrusting in an out of that arse. "What would happen if I was your fated mate?" he felt compelled to ask, tugging his shirt off.
Draco smirked at him over one shoulder. "You'd grow wings."
~*~
Having donned a pair of jeans and trainers, Harry stormed from his dorm room and down the stairs to the Common Room.
"What the ruddy hell...?" he heard Seamus exclaim.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. "What's happened to you?! Where are you going?" Her last question was addressed to the portrait that banged shut after Harry's hasty exit.
Harry stomped all the way down to the dungeons, where he banged loudly on the door to the Head Boy's room.
~*~
Shagging Draco was like nothing Harry had ever experienced before. The Veela's snug sheath clenched around Harry's cock and caressed it with rippling contractions of muscle. Wailing cries tumbled from Draco's lips as he arched back into each of Harry's thrusts, almost drowning out Harry's own lusty moans of pleasure. Draco's wings were held out from his body, and Harry gave in to the strange urge to stroke the silky white feathers. The fingertips of one hand brushed gently over Draco's feathers in contrast to the fingers of Harry's other hand, which were clutching Draco's hip in a bruising grip.
Draco's entire body went taut for an instant before he came, and he clawed at the bedding and howled in pleasure as he climaxed. Harry felt as if his orgasm was pulled from him by Draco, and he surrendered to it with an incoherent shout of completion.
Withdrawing from Draco's body was difficult; Harry thought he could have stayed joined with him forever, but that was simply post-coital euphoria. He was even more reluctant to leave Draco and head back to Gryffindor, but he'd only wanted to shag the git, not snuggle with him like a Hufflepuff girl. With a slightly sarcastic 'Thanks for the shag, Malfoy,' Harry exited the other boy's room and returned to his own dorm.
~*~
The door was yanked open just as Harry was about to pound on it again. "Potter!" sneered Draco. "What do you want?" As he spoke, he shifted from foot to foot, rustling his wings restlessly and scowling at Harry.
"I want you to explain this!" Harry yelled, turning to show his small black wings to Draco.
"Great gremlin gonads," Draco muttered. "I should have known something was amiss when I woke up with this...itch."
"What are you on about?"
Draco sighed. "It's said that a Veela will suffer certain physical side effects when missing his or her mate."
"So we're mates?" Harry squawked.
"You have wings, don't you?" snapped Draco. "And I have this bloody itch!"
"I can't imagine that's worse than wings!"
"Potter, you have no idea. The itch is inside me, and I think you're the only one who...oh bloody hell, just fuck me again!"
Harry hadn't come down to the dungeons for another go, but he found himself tumbling Draco to the bed once more and hastily preparing him for sex. Once inside his mate again, Harry experienced the same ecstasy as he had the night before. His wings extended and fanned rapidly as he thrust into Draco over and over.
It didn't take them long to finish, and they were soon sprawled across Draco's bed lying side by side on their stomachs. One of Harry's small black wings had come to rest across Draco's larger white wing, mingling their feathers.
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
"My back itches where my wings came through." Harry sighed in bliss when a hand reached out and rubbed his shoulder blades soothingly. "I reckon we're stuck with one another, yeah?" he mumbled.
"It would seem that way," Draco replied, "but let's make the most of it, Harry. I'll scratch your itch if you scratch mine."
Ruffled Feathers