RTMD: Just Another Magical Creature Inheritance
Chapter 10: Just Another Magical Creature Inheritance
Chapter Summary: This was a hard one to write. There are so many good ones out there, especially Charlottesometimes, Fowl, but I did try my best. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. This paltry piece of Potterotica is out of my own demented mind.
Author’s Note: Special Thanks to my best friend, MystressXOXO, for beta-ing this for me.
June 5, 2005
Harry sat alone at the breakfast room table reading the Daily Prophet. He had gotten up early to make sure the house-elves fixed everything according to Draco’s wishes for the ‘perfect birthday breakfast.’
For the past few weeks, Draco would begin rambling about how wonderful his twenty-fifth birthday was going to be and how everything was finally going to come into place. Whenever Harry would ask exactly how everything would come together, Draco would give a devious little smile and simply say, “You’ll see.”
After awhile, Harry heard a sound that he could have sworn was clopping, like the sound of horse hooves. Just when he thought of putting his paper down and going to investigate, he heard a crash, something old and probably very expensive breaking, and then Draco, yes - it definitely was Draco - cursing and casting spells just outside the room. He was on the verge of reaching for his wand when Draco walked in, more like wobbled, through the threshold and stood.
Harry’s mouth dropped open as he released the paper, completely forgotten now, onto the table. Draco was standing there, naked as the day he was born, but he was wearing… and ... and was that twine wrapped around his head? And why was he holding a piccolo?
“Umm, Draco?” Harry said cautiously. He didn’t know what was going on here, but he knew it was never good to tease Draco about one of his latest ideas. The last time he had, there had been no sex for a month.
“What are you wearing?”
“What do you mean?” Draco said as he leaned heavily against the doorframe. A fine sheen of sweat was breaking across his brow as he tried to look cool and reserved, but he was failing miserably at it.
“Well… I’m mean look at you… Umm… well… Happy birthday, Draco! How are you?” Harry said, trying to walk through this emotional minefield he found himself in.
“I’m doing fantastic, Harry. Last night at the fine stroke of midnight, Greenwich Mean Time, I finally came into my magical inheritance on my birthday. You see, all real wizards and witches are only part human. The rest are a mix of some sort of magical creature. Some of our ancestors were shameless, randy buggers who would fuck anything that moved, be it witch, wizard, or magical creature… Yes… especially magical creatures!
“Those unnatural creature/human couplings would always produce healthy, viable children who would go on to mate with other wizards and witches. Then, at the stroke of midnight on our birthdays, when we’ve reach the age of maturity, whether it be the wizard’s age or the creature’s age, but always on our birthdays, we’d transform into what we’re suppose to be.”
“Umm… What?!”
“Well, as you can see, last night, I went to sleep looking completely human and ever so boring, and then during the night, I inherited my magical creature powers complete with physical transformations,” Draco said as he used the piccolo as a pointer to show where he had physically changed.
At this point, Harry had to keep from laughing hysterically. He bit into his cheek as hard as he could, but even that didn’t work, and he began to pretend he was coughing into his closed fist as he laughed in the only way he could without upsetting his boyfriend. Once he recovered from his ‘coughing fit’, he closed his eyes for a moment, took in a deep breath and approached Draco, who looked like a slight breeze might blow him over.
“Umm… Draco? It’s not that I don’t believe you, but… umm… is it all right if I ask a few questions? I don’t think I’m a real wizard. I’m just an ordinary human, so I’m not certain what’s happening. Is that alright?”
“Sure, Harry, the more ordinary wizards and witches are educated, the better off they are,” Draco said as he leaned on Harry when he approached, and they walked to the nearest chair for Draco to sit in, the sounds of clomping hooves echoing in the otherwise silent room.
“Well, for starters, exactly which magical creature are you? I don’t recall in our Care of Magical Creatures class any of them wearing a pair of chaps and tying a string around their heads.”
“I’m part faun, Harry!” Draco said as he lifted his left foot onto the opposing knee and began rubbing his ankle. Harry’s eyes almost bugged out as he could see Draco had somehow transformed his feet into horse hooves. The ankle was swollen, and Harry realized that Draco must have fallen when he tried to walk on them.
“So, you’re part faun. That’s … umm… well... interesting. Can I start off by asking what’s up with your feet and legs?”
“Well, my feet were changed into hooves, like the first of fauns and my obvious ancestor, the great god, Pan. My legs are only partially changed; that’s why I only have hindquarters looks on the front and not the back. See? I’m still partially human!” Draco said, looking triumphant in passing the first hurdle.
“But, Draco, those are horse hooves, not goat hooves like Pan had, and I can see the leather straps around your upper thighs to tie those chaps together. Did you buy those chaps from that western wear magazine I’ve seen on your bedside table? Did you wear them to appear more ‘Pan-like’?” Harry asked, starting to giggle. This was so Draco.
“This is not funny, Harry! I’m part creature, and I deserve to be treated with respect!” Draco said, beginning to sound defensive.
“OK… well… what about those things on your head. What are they?”
“Those are horns that grew out of my skull.”
“Reallly?! Then why are they attached to your head with a string which wraps under your chin?! You never were really good at sticking charms were you?” Harry said, trying to keep from a full on laughing fit. He really didn’t want to hurt Draco’s feelings, but the situation had become ridiculous.
“I am part magical creature! I am! I have to be! And this morning, I went through my final stage of changes!” Draco said, stomping a hoof on the ground and making another clopping sound.
“But, Draco! This morning when I woke up a little before seven, you still looked fully human! How - ”
“Well, maybe I was supposed to have been born in California! I was always partial to San Francisco.”
“And what about that … that thing in your hand? Fauns play pipes or flutes made out of reeds or bamboo. That’s a silver piccolo!”
“Really?! I thought it was a recorder. Oh, well, I was never really musically inclined. Maybe I didn’t get that trait from my ancestors…. But that’s beside the point!
“Don’t you see, Harry, if I’m not part magical creature, then I’m just a boring human, and then there’s nothing special about me. You’re such a special person because of all the wonderful things you’ve done. I guess I just wanted to be somebody special, too,” Draco said. His face fell, and Harry could see the horns start to droop down in defeat.
“Oh, Draco,” Harry said as he pulled out his wand and ended the spell that turned Draco’s feet into hooves. He gathered Draco up and sat him on his lap. “You’ll always be somebody special to me. You don’t have to be part creature to impress me. I love you just the way you are.” Then Harry leaned up and kissed Draco. Then he reached around and untied the knot holding the horns to Draco’s head.
“How about we go back upstairs and start this day all over again? I’m sure the house-elves won’t mind making a special birthday lunch instead.”
“Alright, Harry,” Draco sighed as he got up, he still wobbled a bit getting use to his feet again. “Do you want to help me take off these chaps? They itch a little.”
“Oh no, Draco. You’re keeping the chaps on! You’re going to be my cowboy, and I’m going to be your magical pony,” Harry said as he slapped Draco’s buttocks and pointed to the stairs.
Clueless!Ron
Master RTMD List
Chapter Summary: This was a hard one to write. There are so many good ones out there, especially Charlottesometimes, Fowl, but I did try my best. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. This paltry piece of Potterotica is out of my own demented mind.
Author’s Note: Special Thanks to my best friend, MystressXOXO, for beta-ing this for me.
June 5, 2005
Harry sat alone at the breakfast room table reading the Daily Prophet. He had gotten up early to make sure the house-elves fixed everything according to Draco’s wishes for the ‘perfect birthday breakfast.’
For the past few weeks, Draco would begin rambling about how wonderful his twenty-fifth birthday was going to be and how everything was finally going to come into place. Whenever Harry would ask exactly how everything would come together, Draco would give a devious little smile and simply say, “You’ll see.”
After awhile, Harry heard a sound that he could have sworn was clopping, like the sound of horse hooves. Just when he thought of putting his paper down and going to investigate, he heard a crash, something old and probably very expensive breaking, and then Draco, yes - it definitely was Draco - cursing and casting spells just outside the room. He was on the verge of reaching for his wand when Draco walked in, more like wobbled, through the threshold and stood.
Harry’s mouth dropped open as he released the paper, completely forgotten now, onto the table. Draco was standing there, naked as the day he was born, but he was wearing… and ... and was that twine wrapped around his head? And why was he holding a piccolo?
“Umm, Draco?” Harry said cautiously. He didn’t know what was going on here, but he knew it was never good to tease Draco about one of his latest ideas. The last time he had, there had been no sex for a month.
“What are you wearing?”
“What do you mean?” Draco said as he leaned heavily against the doorframe. A fine sheen of sweat was breaking across his brow as he tried to look cool and reserved, but he was failing miserably at it.
“Well… I’m mean look at you… Umm… well… Happy birthday, Draco! How are you?” Harry said, trying to walk through this emotional minefield he found himself in.
“I’m doing fantastic, Harry. Last night at the fine stroke of midnight, Greenwich Mean Time, I finally came into my magical inheritance on my birthday. You see, all real wizards and witches are only part human. The rest are a mix of some sort of magical creature. Some of our ancestors were shameless, randy buggers who would fuck anything that moved, be it witch, wizard, or magical creature… Yes… especially magical creatures!
“Those unnatural creature/human couplings would always produce healthy, viable children who would go on to mate with other wizards and witches. Then, at the stroke of midnight on our birthdays, when we’ve reach the age of maturity, whether it be the wizard’s age or the creature’s age, but always on our birthdays, we’d transform into what we’re suppose to be.”
“Umm… What?!”
“Well, as you can see, last night, I went to sleep looking completely human and ever so boring, and then during the night, I inherited my magical creature powers complete with physical transformations,” Draco said as he used the piccolo as a pointer to show where he had physically changed.
At this point, Harry had to keep from laughing hysterically. He bit into his cheek as hard as he could, but even that didn’t work, and he began to pretend he was coughing into his closed fist as he laughed in the only way he could without upsetting his boyfriend. Once he recovered from his ‘coughing fit’, he closed his eyes for a moment, took in a deep breath and approached Draco, who looked like a slight breeze might blow him over.
“Umm… Draco? It’s not that I don’t believe you, but… umm… is it all right if I ask a few questions? I don’t think I’m a real wizard. I’m just an ordinary human, so I’m not certain what’s happening. Is that alright?”
“Sure, Harry, the more ordinary wizards and witches are educated, the better off they are,” Draco said as he leaned on Harry when he approached, and they walked to the nearest chair for Draco to sit in, the sounds of clomping hooves echoing in the otherwise silent room.
“Well, for starters, exactly which magical creature are you? I don’t recall in our Care of Magical Creatures class any of them wearing a pair of chaps and tying a string around their heads.”
“I’m part faun, Harry!” Draco said as he lifted his left foot onto the opposing knee and began rubbing his ankle. Harry’s eyes almost bugged out as he could see Draco had somehow transformed his feet into horse hooves. The ankle was swollen, and Harry realized that Draco must have fallen when he tried to walk on them.
“So, you’re part faun. That’s … umm… well... interesting. Can I start off by asking what’s up with your feet and legs?”
“Well, my feet were changed into hooves, like the first of fauns and my obvious ancestor, the great god, Pan. My legs are only partially changed; that’s why I only have hindquarters looks on the front and not the back. See? I’m still partially human!” Draco said, looking triumphant in passing the first hurdle.
“But, Draco, those are horse hooves, not goat hooves like Pan had, and I can see the leather straps around your upper thighs to tie those chaps together. Did you buy those chaps from that western wear magazine I’ve seen on your bedside table? Did you wear them to appear more ‘Pan-like’?” Harry asked, starting to giggle. This was so Draco.
“This is not funny, Harry! I’m part creature, and I deserve to be treated with respect!” Draco said, beginning to sound defensive.
“OK… well… what about those things on your head. What are they?”
“Those are horns that grew out of my skull.”
“Reallly?! Then why are they attached to your head with a string which wraps under your chin?! You never were really good at sticking charms were you?” Harry said, trying to keep from a full on laughing fit. He really didn’t want to hurt Draco’s feelings, but the situation had become ridiculous.
“I am part magical creature! I am! I have to be! And this morning, I went through my final stage of changes!” Draco said, stomping a hoof on the ground and making another clopping sound.
“But, Draco! This morning when I woke up a little before seven, you still looked fully human! How - ”
“Well, maybe I was supposed to have been born in California! I was always partial to San Francisco.”
“And what about that … that thing in your hand? Fauns play pipes or flutes made out of reeds or bamboo. That’s a silver piccolo!”
“Really?! I thought it was a recorder. Oh, well, I was never really musically inclined. Maybe I didn’t get that trait from my ancestors…. But that’s beside the point!
“Don’t you see, Harry, if I’m not part magical creature, then I’m just a boring human, and then there’s nothing special about me. You’re such a special person because of all the wonderful things you’ve done. I guess I just wanted to be somebody special, too,” Draco said. His face fell, and Harry could see the horns start to droop down in defeat.
“Oh, Draco,” Harry said as he pulled out his wand and ended the spell that turned Draco’s feet into hooves. He gathered Draco up and sat him on his lap. “You’ll always be somebody special to me. You don’t have to be part creature to impress me. I love you just the way you are.” Then Harry leaned up and kissed Draco. Then he reached around and untied the knot holding the horns to Draco’s head.
“How about we go back upstairs and start this day all over again? I’m sure the house-elves won’t mind making a special birthday lunch instead.”
“Alright, Harry,” Draco sighed as he got up, he still wobbled a bit getting use to his feet again. “Do you want to help me take off these chaps? They itch a little.”
“Oh no, Draco. You’re keeping the chaps on! You’re going to be my cowboy, and I’m going to be your magical pony,” Harry said as he slapped Draco’s buttocks and pointed to the stairs.
Clueless!Ron
Master RTMD List