"Betrothing to a Werewolf" - H\D NC-17
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Title: Betrothing to a Werewolf
Artist: Luttie or in other word's, by me.
Pairing: Harry\Draco
Rating: NC-17\Adult - don't read if you don't like it.
Word's: 2,440.
Disclaimer: Yes, I am J.K. Rowling. I wish. All characters are her's, I don't get money from it, at all!
Warnings: Fluff, but that's it.
Summary: When one is a rare form of a werewolf, the other is his lover, and its a full moon, you better not coming to their apartment. especialy if the werewolf have a possessive problem and you are Blaise Zabini.
Archive?: if you wont, just tell me where. ^.^
AN: Nynaeve [melrichards007] is my beta, so, all the mistakes are mine alone! Anyway, this fic is a gift to me dear, dear friend Kenny [She don't have a LJ... oh well], so this is dedicated to her. Kenny, love you very very much!
- Betrothing to a Werewolf -
Draco was nearly asleep. He could feel a warm arm lying on his chest and a leg draped across his groin. What had woken him, though, was a muffled snore near his left ear. It wasn't that the snore was loud, just that he knew what that snore meant. Wearily, Draco opened his eyes. For several moments he just stared at the white ceiling and traced small circles on the arm on his chest, but another snore made him look at the man sleeping beside him on the king-size bed.
Harry was lying on his stomach, his head buried in the pillow. Draco wanted to nudge him lightly so he’d wake up or at least stop snoring. But at that moment, Harry rolled on his side and pulled Draco close, and Draco found he didn't have the heart. Harry’s raven hair was quite a bit longer than in their school days, reaching his shoulders and covering half the pillow. He was also taller and didn’t need his glasses except for reading.
Two strong legs twined with his and with a defeated sigh he put his cheek on one of Harry’s arms and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. It didn’t take long before he was asleep as well.
When they woke up, it was some hours later and it was sunset. Harry was the first to wake with his hands on Draco's arse. The long blond hair was tickling his nose as he breathed, but he was reluctant to move it, so instead he buried his nose deeper into the locks, inhaling the ethereal smell of it.
Draco was woken by a gentle kiss on his head. His arms tightened reflexively around Harry and a small noise escaped from his throat. The sound of Draco's low and hoarse moan went straight to Harry’s crotch.
“Good morning, love,” Harry said. Draco kissed his chin and looked out of the window.
“Morning, Harry,” he mumbled sleepily. Suddenly, realizing what he saw through the window, he sat up with a harsh, “Fuck!”
Just as he left the bed, a stray ray of moonlight came through the window, bathing the bed and Harry with its pale light.
The full moon was tonight.
The breath left the lying man with a gasp, and his back arced from the bed. Harry screamed in pain. He was twisting and curling as his body changed. There was a moment when Draco just stood and stared at Harry’s curling body, feeling helpless and useless. Then he threw himself to the bed, gathering Harry to him and holding him close to his chest.
Draco held Harry as his hair turned grey and grew longer. Harry screamed when his spine lengthened and became more flexible, and Draco screamed with him. It was too much for Draco to see, so he screwed his eyes shut and embraced Harry harder.
Harry's screaming subsided, but for a while neither of them moved. Harry opened his eyes and slid his hands down Draco’s back. When Draco opened his eyes, what he saw stole his breath away, as it always did. The man in his arms had smooth, long, silver-gray hair. There were gray wolf’s ears on his head, and his eyes, normally emerald green, now had blue and gray streaks.
It was hard to believe that this was his Harry, but Draco saw the change so many times that he would recognize Harry in his wolf form anywhere. Draco still remembered the first time he saw Harry change. He knew that Harry was a werewolf from the start. He was told by Severus in the middle of the war, when he was hiding Draco from everyone. Yet seeing it with his own eyes, he almost fainted on the spot.
It had been nearly a week after the end of the war. Draco and Severus just had their trial - where they both were found innocent - but Harry was lying unconscious in St. Mungo's after the battle with Voldemort. Draco knew that he and Harry weren’t friends then, but he didn’t hate him as everybody believed he did. As a matter of fact, he didn’t hate him at all. Yes, he had called him names in the past, and, yes, he had treated him badly, but what would you expect of an eleven year old boy who was just rejected? And then there was his father, admittedly not the nicest of people. But the war had ended, his father was in Azkaban, and he was free to do as he pleased, and what he wanted to do was Harry.
It was quite the shock to see Harry change five minutes after he came into the room. It was even more of a shock to be pounced upon by the man. He was told later that Harry wasn’t a normal werewolf. No, Harry was from a rare type that didn’t turn into a full wolf. Figures. Harry never did anything normally, not even lupine morphing. Now, two years later, Draco and Harry lived together.
“Dray…” Harry purred into his ear, followed be a lick. His voice was intoxicating, the sound was like fire in Draco's veins. Harry licked and kissed his way down Draco’s neck and then up again to his lips. And if Harry’s voice was like fire in his veins, his kiss was like rose petals, gently brushing his lips. And he was still purring in the back of his throat.
Harry’s hand was roaming all over Draco’s body, and just as his hand was nearing Draco's cock, there was a sound of someone Flooing to them in the living room. Just like that, Harry’s purring turned to a loud growl. Harry leapt out of the bed and stood on all fours between Draco and the door. His stance was radiating danger and warning. Draco just hoped that whoever it was, he was smart enough to just go away. Before Harry tore out his throat.
Draco didn’t have such a good luck, though. The door opened and Harry’s growl got louder. And much more dangerous-sounding. He was swaying on his back legs as if he was at the edge of attacking Blaise, who just got in.
Harry always was a bit suspicious of Zabini. Draco suspected it was the wolf in him. Even though he would never admit it, he liked Harry’s possessiveness. It made him feel loved and cared for and wanted. Yet it wasn’t such good thing when the moon was full. Especially for Blaise Zabini.
“Not a good idea, Blaise. You should leave now.” Draco’s voice was as cold as he could get it and he was trying to calm Harry by playing with his hair and scratching lovingly behind his wolf’s ears. Blaise didn’t move, and even though Harry leaned in to Draco's caresses, his growing became still louder. “Go. Away. Zabini.” Draco emphasized each word with a kiss on Harry’s cheek. Blaise still didn’t move, he seemed to be captivated by Harry's stare.
“Mine,” Harry whispered, and the next second he was pinning Blaise to the floor.
Draco's mind had been distracted for just a second, but that was all the time Harry needed to jump on Blaise and pin him to the floor.
“Mine,” Harry growled at Blaise again, baring his teeth. “Won’t let you take what’s mine!”
There was silence and none of them, except for Harry’s silver-gray tail that was swaying in a way that screamed discontent, moved. Blaise was about to cry, begging, “Harry, Harry, please let me go; Draco's all yours, forever, please, just let me go. You don’t really want to do this, Harry, I know you don’t. Just let me go, Draco's yours, I'd never...”
Draco wanted to go to Harry and pacify him; let him know that there was nowhere Draco wanted to go as long as Harry was there, but he knew well enough that it wouldn't help. Instead, he stood up as loudly as he could. As he expected, Blaise was startled and looked at him, which set Harry growling again, his hold tightening.
“Harry,” Draco said in his strongest voice. “Harry, look at me.” Reluctantly, Harry looked up at him. “Good. Now, let Zabini go.” Draco could see Harry’s unwillingness to let Blaise go unharmed, but he knew better than to deny Draco his will when he talked like that. He stood up slowly. Once Harry was up, Blaise scrambled up to his feet as well, practically sprinting for the door.
“Ah, and Zabini, next time I say it's not a good time to interrupt, then it’s not a good fucking time to interrupt.” Blaise scowled and slammed the door behind him.
As Blaise closed the door, Draco and Harry stood facing each other, eyes locked. Harry was the first to move, closing the short distance between them and hugging his lover, burying his face in the man’s neck.
“Thank you. For stopping what could have been murder. I could marry you right now.”
Draco’s hands moved of their own accord, wrapping around Harry's shoulders, pulling the wolf closer to him.
“What’s stopping you?” Draco murmured to himself. He didn’t think that Harry would hear that and was quite shocked when Harry pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes.
“You want to marry me?” Draco moved his eyes to the wall behind Harry, and he could feel the blush creeping to his cheeks; he couldn’t bring himself to answer that, or even look at Harry at that moment. “Draco. Draco, would you marry me if I’d ask?”
Avoiding his eyes, Draco whispered, “I would.” Seconds later he was crushed between Harry's arms. He turned his face to Harry's and his lips were instantly covered by Harry's. As always, the kiss was full of raw emotion. Draco could feel Harry's love in that battle of tongues.
Harry was pushing Draco backward towards the bed. Seconds before they reached it, Harry turned them so that Draco found himself on top. Draco knew Harry long enough to know when his lover wanted to be dominated.
They continued kissing for another minute before Draco separated their lips. He didn’t draw far away, instead whispering in to them, “Strip.” As he straightened, Harry stirred rapidly, removing his clothes as fast as he could without rising from the bed. Draco, on the other hand, was undressing slowly and idly, folding every item carefully.
When Harry finished undressing, he climbed into the bad without wasting time, standing with his knees wide apart and placing his head on his folded arms. In this position, his bum was exhibited to Draco, and he still could see his lover. He was waiting patiently, but when he saw that Draco wasn’t hurrying, he wriggled his arse suggestively. The only thing that did was cause anther delay in the progress of Draco's stripping, because Draco stopped and stared at the beautiful buttocks of his beloved werewolf. When Draco finally was naked, he made he way to Harry, still not hurrying.
Two delicate hands came to rest on Harry's bum, kneading firmly. Draco's touch sent flashes of electricity through his nerves, making him moan and sigh. Harry could feel Draco's face near his arse and then he felt a warm wetness press on the hole, but not entering it. Quickly, the tongue was removed and hot breath was making his nerves prickly. He wanted the tongue to return but instead he got long lick from the start of his cleft all the way up to the base of his neck.
Draco pressed his chest to Harry’s back, his cock resting in Harry's crack. While Draco was busy showering Harry’s neck and shoulders with kisses, licks and bites, Harry was rubbing his arse into Draco's prick. Harry snuck one arm around Draco's and twisted their fingers together. Draco’s other hand started to explore Harry's lean form, slipping to Harry's nipple and pinching lightly, then it continued its way until it reached Harry's opening. With a quiet word, one finger was slick and entering Harry who groaned with pleasure. A few strokes in and there were two fingers inside, then three.
Harry’s breath caught as the blond bent his fingers inside the werewolf and found that spot within him. Harry's mind stopped working and he started thrusting back and begging for more, harder, faster. He groaned with half disappointment and half anticipation when Draco removed his fingers and placed his cock at Harry’s entrance. Draco struggled to not push in with one quick shove, and instead he rubbed the pre-come in that folded flesh at the entrance.
“God. Draco. Please.” Harry was already incapable of full sentences, and Draco knew that the moment he penetrated, Harry would be reduced to a puddle of sensitive flesh and skin. Draco liked to drive Harry to that state, it made him feel like he was on the top of the world and no one else could make Harry feel like that. So he did it every single time, always inventing new ways to drive his lover crazy. But today, all he had to do was enter that place that was all Harry, and that was exactly what he did, driving his hard shaft slowly into Harry.
As he expected, the second his cock was all the way in, Harry's hips started to tremble and any spot Draco touched made him moan and sometimes even yelp in ecstasy. The only words coming from his lip was the occasional “harder,” or “faster,” or “Draco,” until Draco was blindly trusting in him with all his strength and will. He could feel the liquid fire that was telling him that he was nearing his climax. As he came nearer and nearer, he hugged Harry tighter and felt the werewolf’s hand moving frantically. He interlaced their fingers on Harry's cock and start moving it in time with his thrusts. Draco felt Harry's muscles contract around him as he came.
When the blinding bliss had faded, Draco pulled out of Harry and fell on his back. Not wasting time, Harry crawled over to Draco, arranging himself so that he was lying mostly on Draco, clinging to him with his arms and legs, his head lying above Draco's heart. Draco started to stroke Harry's long, gray hair, breathing heavily with his eyes still closed.
“You’re mine,” Harry said, when he could talk again, his voice muffled by Draco’s chest. “You'll always be. You’ll marry me, right?” It wasn’t really a question; he was certain of the answer Draco would give.
“All yours,” he murmured back, a content smile on his lips, “I’ll be honored to make you my wife, Harry.”
The End!
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Title: Betrothing to a Werewolf
Artist: Luttie or in other word's, by me.
Pairing: Harry\Draco
Rating: NC-17\Adult - don't read if you don't like it.
Word's: 2,440.
Disclaimer: Yes, I am J.K. Rowling. I wish. All characters are her's, I don't get money from it, at all!
Warnings: Fluff, but that's it.
Summary: When one is a rare form of a werewolf, the other is his lover, and its a full moon, you better not coming to their apartment. especialy if the werewolf have a possessive problem and you are Blaise Zabini.
Archive?: if you wont, just tell me where. ^.^
AN: Nynaeve [melrichards007] is my beta, so, all the mistakes are mine alone! Anyway, this fic is a gift to me dear, dear friend Kenny [She don't have a LJ... oh well], so this is dedicated to her. Kenny, love you very very much!
- Betrothing to a Werewolf -
Draco was nearly asleep. He could feel a warm arm lying on his chest and a leg draped across his groin. What had woken him, though, was a muffled snore near his left ear. It wasn't that the snore was loud, just that he knew what that snore meant. Wearily, Draco opened his eyes. For several moments he just stared at the white ceiling and traced small circles on the arm on his chest, but another snore made him look at the man sleeping beside him on the king-size bed.
Harry was lying on his stomach, his head buried in the pillow. Draco wanted to nudge him lightly so he’d wake up or at least stop snoring. But at that moment, Harry rolled on his side and pulled Draco close, and Draco found he didn't have the heart. Harry’s raven hair was quite a bit longer than in their school days, reaching his shoulders and covering half the pillow. He was also taller and didn’t need his glasses except for reading.
Two strong legs twined with his and with a defeated sigh he put his cheek on one of Harry’s arms and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. It didn’t take long before he was asleep as well.
When they woke up, it was some hours later and it was sunset. Harry was the first to wake with his hands on Draco's arse. The long blond hair was tickling his nose as he breathed, but he was reluctant to move it, so instead he buried his nose deeper into the locks, inhaling the ethereal smell of it.
Draco was woken by a gentle kiss on his head. His arms tightened reflexively around Harry and a small noise escaped from his throat. The sound of Draco's low and hoarse moan went straight to Harry’s crotch.
“Good morning, love,” Harry said. Draco kissed his chin and looked out of the window.
“Morning, Harry,” he mumbled sleepily. Suddenly, realizing what he saw through the window, he sat up with a harsh, “Fuck!”
Just as he left the bed, a stray ray of moonlight came through the window, bathing the bed and Harry with its pale light.
The full moon was tonight.
The breath left the lying man with a gasp, and his back arced from the bed. Harry screamed in pain. He was twisting and curling as his body changed. There was a moment when Draco just stood and stared at Harry’s curling body, feeling helpless and useless. Then he threw himself to the bed, gathering Harry to him and holding him close to his chest.
Draco held Harry as his hair turned grey and grew longer. Harry screamed when his spine lengthened and became more flexible, and Draco screamed with him. It was too much for Draco to see, so he screwed his eyes shut and embraced Harry harder.
Harry's screaming subsided, but for a while neither of them moved. Harry opened his eyes and slid his hands down Draco’s back. When Draco opened his eyes, what he saw stole his breath away, as it always did. The man in his arms had smooth, long, silver-gray hair. There were gray wolf’s ears on his head, and his eyes, normally emerald green, now had blue and gray streaks.
It was hard to believe that this was his Harry, but Draco saw the change so many times that he would recognize Harry in his wolf form anywhere. Draco still remembered the first time he saw Harry change. He knew that Harry was a werewolf from the start. He was told by Severus in the middle of the war, when he was hiding Draco from everyone. Yet seeing it with his own eyes, he almost fainted on the spot.
It had been nearly a week after the end of the war. Draco and Severus just had their trial - where they both were found innocent - but Harry was lying unconscious in St. Mungo's after the battle with Voldemort. Draco knew that he and Harry weren’t friends then, but he didn’t hate him as everybody believed he did. As a matter of fact, he didn’t hate him at all. Yes, he had called him names in the past, and, yes, he had treated him badly, but what would you expect of an eleven year old boy who was just rejected? And then there was his father, admittedly not the nicest of people. But the war had ended, his father was in Azkaban, and he was free to do as he pleased, and what he wanted to do was Harry.
It was quite the shock to see Harry change five minutes after he came into the room. It was even more of a shock to be pounced upon by the man. He was told later that Harry wasn’t a normal werewolf. No, Harry was from a rare type that didn’t turn into a full wolf. Figures. Harry never did anything normally, not even lupine morphing. Now, two years later, Draco and Harry lived together.
“Dray…” Harry purred into his ear, followed be a lick. His voice was intoxicating, the sound was like fire in Draco's veins. Harry licked and kissed his way down Draco’s neck and then up again to his lips. And if Harry’s voice was like fire in his veins, his kiss was like rose petals, gently brushing his lips. And he was still purring in the back of his throat.
Harry’s hand was roaming all over Draco’s body, and just as his hand was nearing Draco's cock, there was a sound of someone Flooing to them in the living room. Just like that, Harry’s purring turned to a loud growl. Harry leapt out of the bed and stood on all fours between Draco and the door. His stance was radiating danger and warning. Draco just hoped that whoever it was, he was smart enough to just go away. Before Harry tore out his throat.
Draco didn’t have such a good luck, though. The door opened and Harry’s growl got louder. And much more dangerous-sounding. He was swaying on his back legs as if he was at the edge of attacking Blaise, who just got in.
Harry always was a bit suspicious of Zabini. Draco suspected it was the wolf in him. Even though he would never admit it, he liked Harry’s possessiveness. It made him feel loved and cared for and wanted. Yet it wasn’t such good thing when the moon was full. Especially for Blaise Zabini.
“Not a good idea, Blaise. You should leave now.” Draco’s voice was as cold as he could get it and he was trying to calm Harry by playing with his hair and scratching lovingly behind his wolf’s ears. Blaise didn’t move, and even though Harry leaned in to Draco's caresses, his growing became still louder. “Go. Away. Zabini.” Draco emphasized each word with a kiss on Harry’s cheek. Blaise still didn’t move, he seemed to be captivated by Harry's stare.
“Mine,” Harry whispered, and the next second he was pinning Blaise to the floor.
Draco's mind had been distracted for just a second, but that was all the time Harry needed to jump on Blaise and pin him to the floor.
“Mine,” Harry growled at Blaise again, baring his teeth. “Won’t let you take what’s mine!”
There was silence and none of them, except for Harry’s silver-gray tail that was swaying in a way that screamed discontent, moved. Blaise was about to cry, begging, “Harry, Harry, please let me go; Draco's all yours, forever, please, just let me go. You don’t really want to do this, Harry, I know you don’t. Just let me go, Draco's yours, I'd never...”
Draco wanted to go to Harry and pacify him; let him know that there was nowhere Draco wanted to go as long as Harry was there, but he knew well enough that it wouldn't help. Instead, he stood up as loudly as he could. As he expected, Blaise was startled and looked at him, which set Harry growling again, his hold tightening.
“Harry,” Draco said in his strongest voice. “Harry, look at me.” Reluctantly, Harry looked up at him. “Good. Now, let Zabini go.” Draco could see Harry’s unwillingness to let Blaise go unharmed, but he knew better than to deny Draco his will when he talked like that. He stood up slowly. Once Harry was up, Blaise scrambled up to his feet as well, practically sprinting for the door.
“Ah, and Zabini, next time I say it's not a good time to interrupt, then it’s not a good fucking time to interrupt.” Blaise scowled and slammed the door behind him.
As Blaise closed the door, Draco and Harry stood facing each other, eyes locked. Harry was the first to move, closing the short distance between them and hugging his lover, burying his face in the man’s neck.
“Thank you. For stopping what could have been murder. I could marry you right now.”
Draco’s hands moved of their own accord, wrapping around Harry's shoulders, pulling the wolf closer to him.
“What’s stopping you?” Draco murmured to himself. He didn’t think that Harry would hear that and was quite shocked when Harry pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes.
“You want to marry me?” Draco moved his eyes to the wall behind Harry, and he could feel the blush creeping to his cheeks; he couldn’t bring himself to answer that, or even look at Harry at that moment. “Draco. Draco, would you marry me if I’d ask?”
Avoiding his eyes, Draco whispered, “I would.” Seconds later he was crushed between Harry's arms. He turned his face to Harry's and his lips were instantly covered by Harry's. As always, the kiss was full of raw emotion. Draco could feel Harry's love in that battle of tongues.
Harry was pushing Draco backward towards the bed. Seconds before they reached it, Harry turned them so that Draco found himself on top. Draco knew Harry long enough to know when his lover wanted to be dominated.
They continued kissing for another minute before Draco separated their lips. He didn’t draw far away, instead whispering in to them, “Strip.” As he straightened, Harry stirred rapidly, removing his clothes as fast as he could without rising from the bed. Draco, on the other hand, was undressing slowly and idly, folding every item carefully.
When Harry finished undressing, he climbed into the bad without wasting time, standing with his knees wide apart and placing his head on his folded arms. In this position, his bum was exhibited to Draco, and he still could see his lover. He was waiting patiently, but when he saw that Draco wasn’t hurrying, he wriggled his arse suggestively. The only thing that did was cause anther delay in the progress of Draco's stripping, because Draco stopped and stared at the beautiful buttocks of his beloved werewolf. When Draco finally was naked, he made he way to Harry, still not hurrying.
Two delicate hands came to rest on Harry's bum, kneading firmly. Draco's touch sent flashes of electricity through his nerves, making him moan and sigh. Harry could feel Draco's face near his arse and then he felt a warm wetness press on the hole, but not entering it. Quickly, the tongue was removed and hot breath was making his nerves prickly. He wanted the tongue to return but instead he got long lick from the start of his cleft all the way up to the base of his neck.
Draco pressed his chest to Harry’s back, his cock resting in Harry's crack. While Draco was busy showering Harry’s neck and shoulders with kisses, licks and bites, Harry was rubbing his arse into Draco's prick. Harry snuck one arm around Draco's and twisted their fingers together. Draco’s other hand started to explore Harry's lean form, slipping to Harry's nipple and pinching lightly, then it continued its way until it reached Harry's opening. With a quiet word, one finger was slick and entering Harry who groaned with pleasure. A few strokes in and there were two fingers inside, then three.
Harry’s breath caught as the blond bent his fingers inside the werewolf and found that spot within him. Harry's mind stopped working and he started thrusting back and begging for more, harder, faster. He groaned with half disappointment and half anticipation when Draco removed his fingers and placed his cock at Harry’s entrance. Draco struggled to not push in with one quick shove, and instead he rubbed the pre-come in that folded flesh at the entrance.
“God. Draco. Please.” Harry was already incapable of full sentences, and Draco knew that the moment he penetrated, Harry would be reduced to a puddle of sensitive flesh and skin. Draco liked to drive Harry to that state, it made him feel like he was on the top of the world and no one else could make Harry feel like that. So he did it every single time, always inventing new ways to drive his lover crazy. But today, all he had to do was enter that place that was all Harry, and that was exactly what he did, driving his hard shaft slowly into Harry.
As he expected, the second his cock was all the way in, Harry's hips started to tremble and any spot Draco touched made him moan and sometimes even yelp in ecstasy. The only words coming from his lip was the occasional “harder,” or “faster,” or “Draco,” until Draco was blindly trusting in him with all his strength and will. He could feel the liquid fire that was telling him that he was nearing his climax. As he came nearer and nearer, he hugged Harry tighter and felt the werewolf’s hand moving frantically. He interlaced their fingers on Harry's cock and start moving it in time with his thrusts. Draco felt Harry's muscles contract around him as he came.
When the blinding bliss had faded, Draco pulled out of Harry and fell on his back. Not wasting time, Harry crawled over to Draco, arranging himself so that he was lying mostly on Draco, clinging to him with his arms and legs, his head lying above Draco's heart. Draco started to stroke Harry's long, gray hair, breathing heavily with his eyes still closed.
“You’re mine,” Harry said, when he could talk again, his voice muffled by Draco’s chest. “You'll always be. You’ll marry me, right?” It wasn’t really a question; he was certain of the answer Draco would give.
“All yours,” he murmured back, a content smile on his lips, “I’ll be honored to make you my wife, Harry.”
The End!
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