Ruffled Feathers
Title: Ruffled Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other students
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, creature!fic (characters and creatures are of age)
Word Count: 1115
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for zebrui, who asked for veela. This is the sequel to Mingled Feathers.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Summary: Harry isn't so sure he wants to be bonded.
"What will we tell our friends?" Harry mumbled. He and Draco had napped, then shagged again, and now they were lying in a sated stupor on Draco's disheveled bed.
"More importantly, what shall I tell my parents?" Draco added.
"Tell them you ruthlessly seduced me and conned me into being your mate," Harry suggested. "Your father will be proud of you."
"Prat," Draco snorted. He drew his wings in and sat up. "I'm hungry."
"We missed breakfast."
"It must be time for lunch," whined Draco. His stomach grumbled at that moment. "Let's shower and get dressed and head up to the Great Hall."
They took turns taking quick showers. Harry emerged from Draco's bathroom last, towel knotted about his waist and hair sticking up in every direction. Draco was already dressed, and Harry eyed his own jeans and trainers. They were all he'd thrown on before storming down to the dungeons to confront Draco over the fact that he'd sprouted wings overnight. "I can't go to lunch wearing only jeans," he complained. He glanced at his new mate. "How does one wear clothing over wings?"
"I had to alter my shirts and school robes to fit," Draco told him. "It won't be so difficult for you, since your wings are smaller." He smirked at that.
"My wings may be smaller, but my cock is larger," Harry fired back with a sassy grin.
Draco threw a pillow, but then he loaned Harry one of his modified shirts to cover his small black wings. By the time the two of them entered the Great Hall, most of the other students had finished their lunch and left to enjoy their Saturday. The Hall went silent when Harry and Draco walked in together, but a buzz went through those assembled when Harry joined Draco at the Slytherin table.
"What is the meaning of this, Draco?" hissed Pansy Parkinson.
"I'll explain later," Draco told her. He was far more interested in filling his plate with food.
"I'm not sitting at a table with a...a Gryffindor!" fumed Pansy.
Harry pinned her with a cold stare. "Leave then, Parkinson."
Pansy gaped at him in outrage before tossing her cutlery down and flouncing out of the Great Hall.
"Subtle, Harry."
"I'm a Gryffindor; I don't do subtle," Harry shrugged.
They ate in silence, ignoring the ongoing whispers around them. Once they had finished lunch, Harry sat back and sighed. "Now what?" he asked.
"Perhaps we should speak to Dumbledore," Draco suggested. "I want you to move into my Head Boy room."
Harry winced. "Isn't that a bit sudden?"
"Harry, we aren't dating; we're mated!" Draco exclaimed. "We're bound together more firmly than if we were married."
For Harry it was too much. "Maybe I don't want to be bound to you," he growled. He got up and stalked from the Great Hall. Draco watched him go and twitched his wings in irritation.
~*~
Harry spent the remainder of the day avoiding his friends. When he finally returned to Gryffindor, he snapped at Hermione after she demanded to know what was going on. Harry stomped up the steps to his dorm room and threw himself across the bed. On his stomach. The fact that he'd never again be able to lie comfortably on his back rankled.
Despite his ire, Harry dozed off. When he awoke, it was dark and quiet in the dorm but for Dean's soft snores. Harry's wings itched, and he was randy. He thought about having a wank, but realized he'd have to do it either kneeling or standing up. It occurred to Harry that he didn't have to wank--not when he had a mate whom he could sate himself on.
Harry slipped quietly from his room and sneaked down the stairs. He exited the tower and made his way down to the dungeons, where he rapped on Draco's door. It was flung open with an alacrity that surprised Harry.
"It's about time!" snarled Draco. He snagged Harry by the shirtfront and dragged him into the room. "Shag me," he ordered. Draco crouched on the bed and jutted his arse out.
Harry could see that the other boy's hole was glistening and ready. He kicked off his shoes and all but tore off his shirt, jeans and pants. Harry pounced on the bed and skewered his mate with a single thrust.
Draco wailed and extended his large white wings, holding them away from his body as he rocked back into Harry's strokes. In contrast, Harry's small black wings fluttered madly while he pounded into his mate over and over. Draco's hand busied itself between his legs as he wanked, and it didn't take long for him to climax. "Oh fuck, yeah!" he cried, spurting over his fingers and the bedding.
Harry didn't last much longer before he was pulsing inside of his mate's hot hole. He pulled out of Draco and slumped to the side. Harry was mid-yawn when he got a vicious punch in the ribs. "Ow! The fuck was that for?!"
"For making me wait for my shag while you pouted around all day and tried to deny our bond," grumped Draco.
"I don't want to be bonded," Harry huffed in complaint.
"Neither do I, but it's happened, and I suggest we make the most of it," Draco snapped back.
"And what do you suggest?" sighed Harry. At the moment, all he wanted was to sleep.
"You will move into my room, post-haste," Draco said. "We will announce to all and sundry that we are bonded. That will prevent the she-Weasley from trying to sink her claws into you, and discourage Malcolm Braddock from trying to seduce me-"
"I'll kill him," Harry snarled, sitting up in bed. His wings extended, and his feathers spread along the pinions, making him appear large and menacing.
"Relax," Draco admonished. "Braddock hasn't tried anything since I hexed a donkey's tail to his arse."
Harry's ruffled feathers subsided, and he drew his wings in once more. He had surprised himself with his reaction. While Harry still wasn't certain he wanted to be bonded to anyone, he realized he felt possessive of his veela mate. He lay down once more, on his stomach, and draped one wing over Draco. "You're a brilliant shag, Malfoy, but I still don't like you," Harry grumbled.
Draco hummed and snuggled closer. "You'll move your things in tomorrow, yeah?"
Bedraggled Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other students
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, creature!fic (characters and creatures are of age)
Word Count: 1115
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for zebrui, who asked for veela. This is the sequel to Mingled Feathers.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Summary: Harry isn't so sure he wants to be bonded.
"What will we tell our friends?" Harry mumbled. He and Draco had napped, then shagged again, and now they were lying in a sated stupor on Draco's disheveled bed.
"More importantly, what shall I tell my parents?" Draco added.
"Tell them you ruthlessly seduced me and conned me into being your mate," Harry suggested. "Your father will be proud of you."
"Prat," Draco snorted. He drew his wings in and sat up. "I'm hungry."
"We missed breakfast."
"It must be time for lunch," whined Draco. His stomach grumbled at that moment. "Let's shower and get dressed and head up to the Great Hall."
They took turns taking quick showers. Harry emerged from Draco's bathroom last, towel knotted about his waist and hair sticking up in every direction. Draco was already dressed, and Harry eyed his own jeans and trainers. They were all he'd thrown on before storming down to the dungeons to confront Draco over the fact that he'd sprouted wings overnight. "I can't go to lunch wearing only jeans," he complained. He glanced at his new mate. "How does one wear clothing over wings?"
"I had to alter my shirts and school robes to fit," Draco told him. "It won't be so difficult for you, since your wings are smaller." He smirked at that.
"My wings may be smaller, but my cock is larger," Harry fired back with a sassy grin.
Draco threw a pillow, but then he loaned Harry one of his modified shirts to cover his small black wings. By the time the two of them entered the Great Hall, most of the other students had finished their lunch and left to enjoy their Saturday. The Hall went silent when Harry and Draco walked in together, but a buzz went through those assembled when Harry joined Draco at the Slytherin table.
"What is the meaning of this, Draco?" hissed Pansy Parkinson.
"I'll explain later," Draco told her. He was far more interested in filling his plate with food.
"I'm not sitting at a table with a...a Gryffindor!" fumed Pansy.
Harry pinned her with a cold stare. "Leave then, Parkinson."
Pansy gaped at him in outrage before tossing her cutlery down and flouncing out of the Great Hall.
"Subtle, Harry."
"I'm a Gryffindor; I don't do subtle," Harry shrugged.
They ate in silence, ignoring the ongoing whispers around them. Once they had finished lunch, Harry sat back and sighed. "Now what?" he asked.
"Perhaps we should speak to Dumbledore," Draco suggested. "I want you to move into my Head Boy room."
Harry winced. "Isn't that a bit sudden?"
"Harry, we aren't dating; we're mated!" Draco exclaimed. "We're bound together more firmly than if we were married."
For Harry it was too much. "Maybe I don't want to be bound to you," he growled. He got up and stalked from the Great Hall. Draco watched him go and twitched his wings in irritation.
~*~
Harry spent the remainder of the day avoiding his friends. When he finally returned to Gryffindor, he snapped at Hermione after she demanded to know what was going on. Harry stomped up the steps to his dorm room and threw himself across the bed. On his stomach. The fact that he'd never again be able to lie comfortably on his back rankled.
Despite his ire, Harry dozed off. When he awoke, it was dark and quiet in the dorm but for Dean's soft snores. Harry's wings itched, and he was randy. He thought about having a wank, but realized he'd have to do it either kneeling or standing up. It occurred to Harry that he didn't have to wank--not when he had a mate whom he could sate himself on.
Harry slipped quietly from his room and sneaked down the stairs. He exited the tower and made his way down to the dungeons, where he rapped on Draco's door. It was flung open with an alacrity that surprised Harry.
"It's about time!" snarled Draco. He snagged Harry by the shirtfront and dragged him into the room. "Shag me," he ordered. Draco crouched on the bed and jutted his arse out.
Harry could see that the other boy's hole was glistening and ready. He kicked off his shoes and all but tore off his shirt, jeans and pants. Harry pounced on the bed and skewered his mate with a single thrust.
Draco wailed and extended his large white wings, holding them away from his body as he rocked back into Harry's strokes. In contrast, Harry's small black wings fluttered madly while he pounded into his mate over and over. Draco's hand busied itself between his legs as he wanked, and it didn't take long for him to climax. "Oh fuck, yeah!" he cried, spurting over his fingers and the bedding.
Harry didn't last much longer before he was pulsing inside of his mate's hot hole. He pulled out of Draco and slumped to the side. Harry was mid-yawn when he got a vicious punch in the ribs. "Ow! The fuck was that for?!"
"For making me wait for my shag while you pouted around all day and tried to deny our bond," grumped Draco.
"I don't want to be bonded," Harry huffed in complaint.
"Neither do I, but it's happened, and I suggest we make the most of it," Draco snapped back.
"And what do you suggest?" sighed Harry. At the moment, all he wanted was to sleep.
"You will move into my room, post-haste," Draco said. "We will announce to all and sundry that we are bonded. That will prevent the she-Weasley from trying to sink her claws into you, and discourage Malcolm Braddock from trying to seduce me-"
"I'll kill him," Harry snarled, sitting up in bed. His wings extended, and his feathers spread along the pinions, making him appear large and menacing.
"Relax," Draco admonished. "Braddock hasn't tried anything since I hexed a donkey's tail to his arse."
Harry's ruffled feathers subsided, and he drew his wings in once more. He had surprised himself with his reaction. While Harry still wasn't certain he wanted to be bonded to anyone, he realized he felt possessive of his veela mate. He lay down once more, on his stomach, and draped one wing over Draco. "You're a brilliant shag, Malfoy, but I still don't like you," Harry grumbled.
Draco hummed and snuggled closer. "You'll move your things in tomorrow, yeah?"
Bedraggled Feathers