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The only thing Hermione ever wanted, was to be the minister for magic.Once the woman’s parents had been located, they had given permission for her to seek the role despite her having already turned eighteen. Hermione asking for their blessing more than anything. But before she could be the minister, she and many others who wished for a ministry job, had to undergo training.Nine years after she, Harry, Ron, and Draco stood on those steps awaiting to enter the great hall, the four of them stood outside the office of their captain, the man eager to speak to them all about a mission.Hermione was confident about the mission, she was less confident however about the choice for Draco Malfoy to come along with them. With it having been only her, Harry, and Ron, for the past few years, adding the son of a death eater who had actively tried to kill them didn’t seem to her to be the best idea. Nevertheless, she couldn’t go against the wishes of the captain, no matter how wild the man’s suggestion.The four of them were required to head into the heart of Cardiff, the spot a popular one for tourists and wizards alike, on the search for a goblin called Grecko. This particular goblin had an affinity for pretty girls but would only speak to those who proved they were a follower of the recently dead Voldemort.Ron and Harry were tasked with monitoring the exchange as Draco appeared to be trading Hermione for information the ministry desired. Unfortunately for Hermione the deal fell through the moment the goblin clocked the familiar scar upon the head of the man across the room, the goblin bolting along with many others who apparated on the spot.Furious, Harry and Ron turned to the bar to drown their sorrows, the duo having sought the burn of fire whiskey more often than the touch of their own partners, leaving the boys single as Ginny chased her quidditch dream. Ron lost Hermione a week later, the woman agreeing they would always be friends.As Ron and Harry drank deep into their cups, Hermione and Draco argued over who was at fault in quiet mutters. Their drinks were warm from the temperature of the room, yet still they drank. The pair willing to drown away the night, but not too deeply.Unfortunately for all four of them, a pair of eyes had watched the whole ordeal and had individually poured a little something into the cups of the drinkers when attentions were turned elsewhere. Harry noticed it first, but it was already in his system, whereas Ron failed to notice, drinking his drink as fast as one would a shot.Draco noticed the change of flavour, but Hermione hadn’t, the woman having failed to eat before drinking, thereby sending the alcohol straight into her system. Draco looked around for Harry and Ron for support, but the two men had vanished, leaving Draco to deal with the woman who had begun to flirt with a waiter.Draco groaned and rolled his eyes before hooking his arm into Hermione’s and dragging her back to the hotel over the road, the man unwilling to even think about apparating with her for fear of splinching. Once the outside air hit the pair, they became a pair of giggling messes as they moved towards the doors of the hotel.Able to only get her up one flight of stairs, Draco resorted to bringing the intoxicated woman to his bedroom, only to watch her collapse upon the edge of his bed in a mess of hair, her dress rising slightly to reveal her underwear. Draco ignored the rising feeling of warmth in his trousers as he raised his wand to cast a charm he was grateful he had watched his mother perform for his father many times since the downfall of the dark lord.What Draco’s magic couldn’t remove was the rising feeling of warmth and pain that had begun to grow. Hermione felt it too as the alcohol’s effects faded, leaving her head clearer, but not for long. She took a breath and gulped as she pushed herself up to perch on the end of the bed rather than completely sprawled across the duvet.Slowly the woman gasped and panted through the new waves of heat encapsulating her body. “Hey, Malfoy.” She whispered; her eyes unable to meet the gaze of the man.“Yes, Granger?” He replied, his back still firmly against the door of the room.Hermione gulped hard. “You feel that too?” Draco hummed positively. “Your magic able to do anything about it?” Draco hummed negatively. “Shit.”“Shit.” Draco repeated as his groin ached. The man wanted nothing more than release, but in the small confines of the room and opposite the woman before him, he didn’t dare. If there was anyone Draco refused to reveal himself to, it was her.“It’s a spell.” Hermione breathed.“No shit-““I’ve been under it before.” Draco’s eyes narrowed as his head tilted slightly. “Only once.” She said before allowing the conversation to lull slightly. The deep ache in Draco’s groin became sharper, causing him to grunt gently. “It gets worse.” Hermione admitted. “I eventually had to…”As her words trailed off, her eyes dropped to the floor. After a moment, the young woman began to waft herself with her hand before making her way to the window to open it, allowing the breeze to envelop her.Draco stared at the woman as her wavy hair shifted and moved in the wind, her dress rising and rippling along with the hair strands. Draco licked his lips before biting them tight and gulping as his cock throbbed in his trousers. He outright refused to see the woman before him in another way, she was nothing other than his rival. For years they had been pitted against one another, pureblood against muggle-born, Gryffindor against Slytherin, death eater against hero.Draco’s eyes flickered and his breathing became staggered as Hermione leaned closer to the thin gap of the window, the woman unknowingly exposing her underwear to the man yet again. In an effort not to look at the smooth skin, Draco’s eyes inched down, only to see a glistening wet trail drip down Hermione’s thigh.Hermione heard Draco shuffle as he turned to face the door, causing her to turn and look at his back. She studied the platinum blond strands of his fluffed-up hair, his shoulders under the crisp white fabric of his shirt. Down and down her eyes drifted until they rested on the curve of his ass in his tailor-made trousers.Hermione gulped and took a breath before speaking. “Malfoy?” He hummed but kept his back to her as she closed the window with a thud. “You could try… um… getting it out yourself.”Draco nodded and swallowed a grunt as yet another sharp pain throbbed through his member, the skin stretching and tingling, begging for release. But that wasn’t the only thing on the man that begged for release, for under his skin, something else stirred. “Not now.” Draco breathed, one hand over his mouth as his other hand attempted to hide the bulge between his legs.“Are you-“ A knock on the door caused the pair to freeze as Draco took a step back from the wood.“Malfoy.” Slurred Ron’s voice from the other side, his word a mixture of the name and a mumble. Draco turned slowly to Hermione, his eyes gesturing silently to the door. Hermione shook her head furiously, the pair aware of the implications of being found alone in a hotel room together.“Not now Weasel.” Draco warned as he turned back to the door, his voice deep.“But Harry and I can’t *hic* find ‘Mione.”“She went to bed, and so should you.”“But-““I’m busy.”“But-“Ron’s complaints stopped as Hermione released a loud moan before slamming her hand over her mouth. Draco turned slowly, his eyes wide as he looked upon the woman in horror. Before the two could speak, Ron’s voice at the door came again, louder this time.“You need to help us find ‘Mione.”“I’m busy.” Draco repeated, this time through gritted teeth.“But-“Hermione released another gasping moan, interrupting the man once again. Draco moved to silence her until she did something that made his cock jerk under his hand. She moaned his name, not the surname she had always called him in the past. She moaned Draco’s name loudly and breathily before gasping loudly again. With a final glance at the door, Draco finally picked up on what Hermione was putting down and reached deep inside his chest for something he knew would scare the other man away.His growl was guttural and vibrated in the ears of all three who heard it. Hermione resisted the urge to swoon at the sound that made her hold her breath sharply, she could only gape as the man released the sound as both a warning and a signal that he was not to be disturbed again. Outside the room, Ron muttered to himself before stumbling away, bumping into something as he wafted, the item falling with a considerable crash.For a few seconds, the couple in the room stood in considerable silence before Hermione licked her lips. “Do you think he’s gone?” She breathed, her voice quiet.Draco’s response was as deep as his growl had been. “You need to leave.” After Hermione had made no attempt to move, he turned to see her eyes soften and her head tilt. “Don’t look at me like that.”“Like what?” The woman asked, her brows twitching.“Like butter wouldn’t melt. You don’t know what I am.”“I know you’re cursed.” Draco gulped as his jaw clenched tight, his face remaining stoic as the woman spoke. “You have always been audible about your life and your achievements, but since sixth year, you’ve been more reserved. I used to think it was only because of the dark mark, but your eyes sometimes change colour when they catch the light, and sometimes you move to itch or touch something that isn’t there.”Draco’s nose flared as he inhaled a slow breath, his chest rising and falling. “You know nothing about me.” He hissed.“I know enough.” Hermione stated, the woman standing her ground against the man who had taken a single step towards her. “I know that your parents loved you enough to try and protect you. I know that they would have done anything if it meant you lived.”“Granger, you need to stop.”“You were under the control of Voldemort long enough, what would have happened if he had known of your sudden strength, or your slight increase in your physic? Would he have used you as he used the other creatures under his command?” As she spoke, Draco unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair with the same hand, leaving his other in front of the area of himself that had hardened even more against his wishes. “You are not human… not anymore.”Draco froze in his fussing as his gaze fixed once more upon the woman. His darkened steely grey gaze meeting and locking on her warm brown eyes that seemed to widen at the sight of him. “No.” He admitted. “Not fully.”Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat, not because of fear, but because another wave of heat was enveloping her. She turned and opened the window once again to stand in the limited breeze provided by the tiny crack permitted. A wave also hit Draco, resulting in the man removing his shirt and his shoes in an attempt to cool down.“What’s the difference?” Hermione asked, her eyes partially fixed on the bar across the street and partially on the reflection of the now topless man in the glass as he removed his belt to allow more space in his slightly tightening trousers.“You humans are free to fuck each other and feel no obligation.”“Us humans?” Hermione repeated, her eyes fixing on the reflection of the man, unaware his eyes were also on her reflection.“If I were human…” He began, his words drifting off as he licked his lower lip and took a step towards the woman. “If I were human, I would have bent you over the edge of this bed and pounded into you the moment that door closed. The weasel would have heard your real moans of pleasure.” As he took a step forward Hermione gulped down the feeling his words had given her as her stomach flipped and her clit ached. “I would have made you scream my name for real.”“But…?” Hermione asked as she turned to look at the man out of the corner of her eye, her saliva filling in her mouth as her gaze lingered over the V lines sitting above the large bulge in his trousers. She had seen him topless before, but as she squeezed her eyes shut, she knew it was only a matter of time before she got on her knees and begged him to do the things he had said.“But.” Draco repeated. “But I am not human. If I fuck you…”Hermione turned to him fully, her head tilting as the man began to squirm and writhe, his shoulders twisting. “Something wrong?”“Obviously!” He snapped. “Everything is clearly wrong here, Granger.”Hermione gulped at his words, expecting him to explode at her. “You need to get something out?”“Yes.” He stated as his chiselled jaw tightened.“Then get it out.”Draco looked at the woman before him for a full three seconds before releasing what had been bothering him. His human appearance shifted as his horns emerged from his head and through his curls, his tail burst through the back of his trousers, causing the fabric to sit even lower on his hips. His teeth rearranged themselves to make space for his fangs that sat perfectly in his jaw. But most impressive of all, were his wings that burst through the skin of his back to fill the space around him. He stretched the black feathered limbs out as far as he could before pulling them behind his back for them to drape behind him like a cape, the unkempt feathers falling from him to litter the wooden floor around his bare feet.Hermione watched the scene with her eyes and mouth wide as her breaths came in panted gasps. The entire release was only a few seconds long, but Hermione froze for an entire ten before she finally blinked and licked her dry lips. “Wings.” She breathed, the woman unable to say or focus on much of anything else.“What?” Draco whispered. His brows furrowing as Hermione took a step nearer, her hand outstretched. "No." He said sharply, causing her to freeze, her hand still outstretched. “Noone touches me.”“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”Something about the interaction gave Draco pause as he watched Hermione take a step back. Almost immediately, the woman doubled over, her pain sharp as it stole her breath. Draco moved to take a step towards her but felt himself ache also, the pain causing him to freeze where he stood as the bulge in his pants visibly throbbed.Hermione’s gaze snapped up at the sound of Draco’s grunt. Her eyes watched the throb of his bulge before she flicked them up to see the pained expression on the man’s face. “Draco.” She whispered, the woman feeling her stomach flip when his eyes snapped open, his grey eyes immediately meeting her gaze. “Are… are you okay?” He shook his head gently, his eyes never leaving hers. Hermione licked her lips as she breathed her way through another wave of throbbing heat.“I am a creature that… We…” Hermione gave him a look that indicated she was listening. “We mate for life.” He blurted. “I cannot… We cannot…” He grunted as another wave hit him, the aches becoming sharper pains that made him almost able to sympathise with period sufferers.“It will only get worse.” She admitted. “You will have to sleep with someone, if not me.” Draco ground his teeth as his tears brimmed in his eyes. “Truce?”“Truce?” Draco repeated, his head tilting.“No more fighting. We make a truce. We swear to always be kind, to be friends before anything or anyone else.”“You want to be friends?” Hermione nodded. “But…”Hermione gulped. “Friends will make it easier to live a life… together.” Draco tilted his head and furrowed his brows. “For life, right?”Draco blinked at the woman for a moment before speaking. “You want to fuck me?”“No.” Hermione admitted quickly. “But I want this pain to end.” Draco nodded as another wave hit him. He extended his left hand out her, intending for her to shake it and confirm their truce, but instead she could only stare at the flower tattoo covered scar on his forearm, her own left hand frozen inches away from his.Draco scoffed a deep laughter that rumbled in his chest. “Of course you can’t.” The man pulled his hand back sharply to run through his hair again as his wings shuddered and rippled behind him. “You should just fucking go.” He turned to open the door, his hand extending towards the handle.“Wait!” Hermione called, causing the man to freeze. “Don’t move or I will accidentally touch.”Draco took a breath and readied himself to turn. “What are you-““No! Don’t move.” Hermione warned. “Move and I’ll accidentally touch your feathers.” Draco froze, his eyes closing slightly, as Hermione’s breath rippled through the outer layer of his primary wings. “I mean it. Don’t-“Her words cut off as she sharply pulled a twig from between the feathers, the stick having unknowingly caused aggravation to a lower layer of the wing. Draco hissed sharply, but didn’t move, even when his wings shuddered and rippled to match the goosebumps spreading over his body. Hermione shuffled back slightly before alerting Draco it was okay to turn around.The man whipped sharply back to face the wall after catching a glimpse of the woman behind him. “Get up off your knees.” He muttered under his breath.“What was that?”“GET. UP.” Draco all but roared, his entire body vibrating with his growl as his body shuddered and his cock throbbed once again.Hermione took a sharp breath as she realised what had caused him to react so harshly. Almost immediately she answered the man before slamming her mouth shut to clamp her bottom lip between her teeth. “Make me.”Draco’s eyes rolled in his head before he turned slowly to the woman behind him, those two little words surging through his mind. Once his eyes had locked with hers again, he released a second breathy growl as almost a sigh. “You have ten seconds to leave.” He stated. “When I reach the end of the countdown, I will take you. I will give you everything I have.” He rested on the balls of his feet in front of the kneeling woman, his face inches from hers. “I will bend you, break you. I may even rearrange your organs with how hard I will push, or maybe I will rearrange them using the child I leave inside you. You will-”“Start counting then.” Hermione said quickly. “Come on, your highness. Give me everything.” Hermione closed the gap between them to touch her nose to his before pulling away. She stood and took a step backwards as the man’s eyes never left hers. “What’s the matter, Draco? Can’t handle having a weak little human like me as yours?”Draco blinked up at her as his breathing became rapid. “Mine?” He repeated.“You are under a spell that will eventually mean you will have to fuck. Your choice is me, or some random person on the street, and with your species being one that mates for life, your choices are limited. You fuck it, you bought it. It’s me or a common whore, and I doubt your father would like either.”“Hermione.” Draco warned with a deep grumble in his chest as the man slowly stood to tower over her, his wings making him appear larger. “Do not test me.”“Ten.” Hermione stated, her brown eyes fixed on his. “Nine.”“Hermi-““Prove it. Prove I mean nothing. Walk out of here and leave me to experience this excruciating pain alone. Call me a mudblood and storm away to fuck the first person you see. I dare you.”“What?”“Seven.” She said quickly, refusing to give the man time to speak. “Come on Draco. You either fuck me, or you walk out of this room and take someone else to be your forever. Either way, your father will be disappointed.”Draco moved forward to press his hand over her mouth, his eyes pleading with her to stop. “You don’t know what it is you are asking of me.”“Six.” Came the muffled response from under his hand.“I could kill you.” The man admitted through gritted teeth. “I could lose control, tear you limb from limb. My bite under the right circumstances could make you bound to me for forever. I could control you.”Hermione snatched her face out of his hand. “Kill me then. Take control of me. This spell will kill me if you do not, so what is the point?”“I could break you.”“Promise?” Draco’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes flickered. “I’m not afraid of dying, nor am I afraid of you. Five.”“Four. Three. Two. One. Pray.”Hermione yelped as Draco pulled her into his arms and finally pressed his lips against hers. The man wasted no time, just as he had promised and tore off Hermione’s dress and underwear before twisting her sharply to bend over the bottom of the bed, her fingers gripping tightly to the duvet beneath her. He used his magic to dim the lighting and soundproof the room before locking the door. His magic also taking the time to close the curtains and the window, but with no wand in the man’s hand Hermione for only a moment, wondered how.Draco ripped off the rest of his clothe in one fell swoop and just as he moved the tip of his cock to line up with her slit, he leaned over to press his lips to her ear. “I will not stop, no matter what you say. No-one will be able to hear you scream. So shut up and take what you begged me for.”Without hesitation, or embarrassment, or a single hint of a care, Draco pushed into Hermione repeatedly, the man moving from zero to one hundred. Hermione exclaimed every time he hit her deep, the woman only able to gasp and moan through her staggered breaths. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room as Draco continued to pound into the woman, no matter how many tears fell from her eyes.Hermione did as she was told and held on tight, but nothing could have prepared her for the size of the man inside her. As soon as he ripped into her, he was back out, refusing to allow her to even accumulate to the size of him. But she didn’t care, she was wet enough that he slid in and out with barely any effort, and even as he repeatedly pounded into her, she felt he was still holding back.The woman had never before felt such passion, fury, or elation as Draco continued to relentlessly take her. Her indistinguishable cries fell from her mouth as she sobbed into the duvet from the overwhelming emotions. Soon, she felt it, the upcoming tightening of an oncoming orgasm, and as she writhed and groaned, her breaths coming in even shorter pants, Draco began to growl.“I said I wouldn’t stop.”“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare. Stop.” Hermione managed to gasp out between pumps.Something inside Draco built as he leaned back slightly to watch himself pound into the woman under his command. Her little squeaks and moans were bordering on screams as he managed to hit even deeper inside her.As Hermione’s orgasm inched nearer, she adjusted to move a hand down to her clit, allowing her almost immediately to ride the wave over the edge towards orgasm as she screamed Draco’s name. Draco almost lost himself at the feel of her tightening around his cock, and the sound of her screaming her name in the throes of pleasure, but despite how much he wished to enjoy the feel, it was too late, the beast inside him was locked in.“I’m not stopping.” He repeated as he reached forward and pulled the woman towards him by her hair as he still ploughed into her. “I cannot stop.”“Don’t stop.” She begged as her arm came up around his head to pull him nearer. “I want to feel your cum fill me up.”“I’m so sorry, Darling.” He breathed as he pulled her arm from his hair to clutch it tightly. “This is going to fucking hurt.”Hermione didn’t have time to question his apology before his fangs clamped deep into the skin of her shoulder. Still, he pounded into her, making her moans of pleasure mix with her moans of pain as deeper still his fangs sunk into her flesh. “Draco, your… your magic. I can feel… feel it.” She gasped between strokes. “I feel you.”Faster and faster Draco pounded, his teeth still connected, until suddenly, and without warning Hermione’s voice came into his head. “Her thoughts.” He realised as nothing in her mind made sense. All she could think about was the pleasure and the pain filling her. After a few more seconds, the connection between the two was complete, sending Draco into a roaring orgasm as his head flung back and he came into the woman deeply and repeatedly.Sharply he pulled out and took a step back, hearing and watching the splattering drips of his cum as they fell from Hermione. The pair panted as the mark on Hermione’s shoulder faded to a faint scar and almost as soon as it had begun, the spell bothering them, vanished.Hermione pulled back to stand, but her knees buckled and shook, sending her tumbling into Draco’s arms. “I got you.” He whispered as he twisted her around to sit on the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he sat her on the edge, atop the covers. He kneeled before her, his eyes brimming with tears as he rested his hand on her knees. His dark wings laid on the floor behind him like the train of a dress as he looked up at her, the man seeing the woman entirely anew as even the scent of her was now mixed with his.Almost immediately she used what little she knew of legilimency to put up a block in her mind, keeping him from her thoughts and her feelings as the two sat for a moment in silence. After a few deep breaths Hermione finally spoke, her voice quiet. “At least I know you can keep your promises.”“I’m sorry.”“Stop fucking saying you’re sorry.” She said with a breathy laugh, her brown eyes meeting his grey once again. He opened his mouth to speak but she leaned forward and covered it with her hand. She looked at him, really looked at him for a full minute, her eyes lingering on his tense jaw, his horns and then finally his wings. “M… May I?”Draco move himself from behind her hand. “Yes.” He breathed, opening the limbs wide. Tentatively, Hermione extended her fingers towards the feathers she had been dying to touch, and as her skin made contact, Draco’s eyes closed as he sighed.“They’re softer than I imagined.” Hermione admitted as she wound her fingers through the black feathers, finding spots where the man had failed to groom. Almost automatically she began to preen him, her fingers gently removing the casings from the new feathers. “You don’t take care of these very well.”Draco released a breathy chuckle, his eyes never leaning her face as he watched her work. “I’ve never found them worthy of making nice. Noone ever saw them.”Hermione’s eyes snapped from the feathers to meet his gaze. “You… you never found them worthy? You don’t love them?” He shook his head. “But they’re beautiful.” Draco’s eyes searched her face for any sign of her lying, but he knew she was telling the truth. “I love them.”“You do?” Hermione nodded. “What do you know of my kind?”“Your wings are feathered like a bird.”“Obviously.”“It is important for birds to preen. Did you know you could severely damage your feathers during flight if you don’t preen them? The semi-plume feathers can gather dust and other particles that can seriously-“Her words were cut off by the feel of Draco’s lips once more pressing against hers and she welcomed the feel as her hands inched up into his curls and even further to brush against his horns. Draco pulled his lips from hers just enough to whisper against her lips. “Bet you don’t know much about them?”“Horns consist of a core layer of bone that are surrounded by keratin.”Draco pulled back a little more as his head tilted. “And what of my tail?”“It is known that many animals rely on their tails for balance, some use them as weapons.”“Fangs?”“I don’t know. Noone knows whether you go by cat rules, or shark rules, or vampire rules.” Draco released a deep chuckle at the woman’s admission. “Are you laughing at me?” Hermione asked, her own mouth stretched into a grin.Draco shook his head as he looked longingly at the woman once again. Gently his hand came up to rest on her cheek as his thumb drifted across her lips. “Darling, may I kiss you again?”“Yes.” She breathed as he moved closer. “Please kiss me.”After a few minutes of their lips locked together, the duo found themselves in the middle of the bed, the man above her once again, only this time, her fingers caressed the feathers of his wings. As if flicking on a switch, Draco’s cock became hard again, but this time, he was determined to make up for what he had done in the past hour.His kisses drifted from her mouth and down her body, stopping to suck her nipples as he moved lower. Soon, his mouth hovered over her clit, his breath warm as he inhaled the scent of the both of them and what they had done not minutes before. His eyes flicked up to hers, grey locking to brown once again as he ran his tongue over her slit before his mouth closed over her clit. Gently he sucked and licked, revelling in the feel of the woman’s hands on his horns as her back arched and her head pushed back into the pillow. Effortlessly he slid one finger into her, followed closely by a second as he arched the two up. He may have been a virgin before that night, but he had been preparing for years.Within seconds Hermione’s grip tightened on Draco’s horns as her groans and moans of pleasure increased in volume, until she was bucking against Draco’s mouth and tightening around his fingers. When her orgasm finally relinquished its hold, Draco eyed the mess left behind, the wet patch on the bed causing his cock to throb harder at the sight.“I should like to fuck you again.” He said as Hermione’s eyes focused on him. “You took me like such a good girl the first time.” His word’s made Hermione’s stomach flip to the point where all she could do was gape and nod as the man moved nearer.Once again he ran the head of his cock against her slit, but this time he waited before pushing in agonisingly slowly. Bit by bit he entered her, until he was in her fully once again. Only this time, her legs wrapped around him, and her eyes were on his as he began to slowly thrust into her. The beast inside the man didn’t take over, for his work was already done, no, this time it was just Draco and Hermione moving together and stealing the occasional kiss.He praised her repeatedly as slowly and gently the two reached their peaks once more, Hermione first after Draco used a bit of magic to speed up the process, and then him. He filled her with his cum a second time, this time taking pleasure in the sounds of her squeaks and moans.“Don’t pull out.” She begged quickly before he could move to do so.“What?” Draco asked, his brow furrowing as the woman inched up on her elbows to see.“Okay, slowly.” The duo watched as he pulled from her, his cock glistening with the mixed juices of the couple. “I don’t ever want to get tired of that.” She admitted as the man leaned in to kiss her again.Arm in arm as Hermione gently stroked the feathers of Draco wings, the duo fell into a deep sleep, only for Draco to awaken the next morning to the sound of pounding on the door.Using magic, Draco dressed in pyjama bottoms quickly and hid in his human form before answering the door to see Ron at the door, his face red as he panted, Harry behind him looking in a similar way. “We can’t find Hermione, we’ve been trying all morning.”Cockily, Draco moved aside, allowing the men to enter and see the still sleeping woman sprawled out under the bed covers. Near the window was the torn shreds of her dress and Draco’s trousers, signalling everything to the two befuddled men.“Hermi-“Draco slammed his hand over Harry’s mouth, silencing him instantly as he moved nearer to growl in the man’s ear. “She’s mine now, and she has had a long night. Wake her, and you will wish the dark lord had killed you for good in that forest.” Harry gulped and nodded, Ron doing the same behind him as both men’s eyes widened at the threat. “Now, get out.”A few seconds after the door of the room clicked closed and audibly locked Hermione shifted and moaned as Draco crawled back into bed beside her. “Who were you talking to?”“Noone, darling.” Draco whispered as he wrapped an arm and a wing around the woman to pull her closer to his body. “It’s only us.”
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Harry and Ron had failed the mission with Hermione and Draco.The goblin had immediately noticed Harry’s scar despite his best attempts at covering the old wound. The scar in question had not bothered the man for months, which had led him to forget about it most of the time. The occasional school mate or random witch or wizard would approach and talk with him, only recognising the man because of his scar, but otherwise, Harry Potter was all but forgotten in the minds of the wizarding world folk.Ron remained by his side, the two of them remaining closer than ever, especially when the duo began to rely on firewhiskey and other alcoholic beverages to make it through the day. When Ginny and Hermione left them to seek other adventures, the men still remained best friends, the two of them even going so far as to move in together to drink their days away.As Hermione and Draco argued in their hushed whispers on the other side of the room, Ron and Harry were already three glasses of firewhiskey deep, but the taste of the liquid in his final glass gave Harry pause. The other two had been drank as quickly as Ron was downing his, the alcohol barely touching the sides, but Harry had chosen to take one large gulp before sipping the rest.That’s when he tasted it, the sweetness mixing in with the burning fire of the liquor. It was as if someone had taken a spoonful of sugar and stirred it into his glass. Harry eyed the liquid, but nothing inside gave him reason to question, so drink he did.Harry waited for the feel of tightness around his throat as the suspected poison filled his veins, but that feeling never came. Instead, his jeans tightened as his skin flushed and his breathing quickened. In his peripheral, he saw Ron clutch at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to make the fabric looser. Harry knew without looking that they had been spelled, but after a quick glance around the room, no one stuck out to him as a perpetrator.Without finishing his glass, he hooked his arm around Ron’s and pulled the man out the bar and across the road, the two of them pausing slightly at the cool evening wind buffeting them as they carefully crossed. Ron opened his mouth to argue and complain, but after a lifetime of things happening to him that involved him following Harry, he just closed his mouth and went with the man.Together they arrived at Harry’s room to discuss what was happening, but not before the spell had hit the two of them fully, the men collapsing to the floor of the room, panting and gasping together. “H… Harry?” Ron gulped and looked up at his friend who had stood up to lean against the wall. “Are you okay?” Harry shook his head and took a sharp inhale through his nose as an ache washed through his groin area. “You… You feel that too? The feel of needing to… you know…”As Ron rose to kneel, his eyes grazed the bulge in his best friend’s jeans, quickly he averted his gaze, but already his own jeans had tightened. “I saw that.” Harry said, the man supressing a smirk. Ron kept his eyes locked on the floor as Harry knelt beside him, the man’s voice dropping to a whisper. “Ron, we both know what is going to happen here. You aren’t one to go fuck some random witch on the street.”A thought flashed across Ron’s eyes as he rose from the floor and bolted from the room. Within seconds he was on the third floor knocking on Hermione’s door, but the woman didn’t answer. He made his way quickly to the bar, but both Hermione and Draco had already left. At the thought of Draco, Ron ran back across the road to the hotel and up to Draco’s room to knock on the door. He was panting as he spoke, his words still slightly slurring from the drink.“Malfoy.”Draco’s voice came through the wood after a few seconds. “Not now, Weasel.”Ron suppressed the urge to break the door down and strike the ferret in his smart mouth, instead taking a deep inhale to attempt to cover up his state. “But Harry and I can’t…” Ron nearly vomited at the hiccough that escaped his mouth, but he swallowed the feeling. “… find ‘Mione.”“She went to bed, and so should you.”Rons brows pressed together tight as he thought back to knocking on Hermione’s door. “But-““I’m busy.” Draco insisted.“But-“Suddenly through the door came a sound Ron had never expected to hear coming from the room of Draco Malfoy. A woman’s moan of pleasure. The sound caused Ron’s cock to throb, memories of Hermione coming to the forefront of his mind. Desperate for a release, Ron ignored the sound and spoke once more. “You need to help us find ‘Mione.”“I’m busy.” Draco repeated through gritted teeth.“But-“Yet another moan, followed by a female voice saying Draco’s name quite passionately came through the door. The female voice moaned and whined slightly before a guttural growl caused the door to vibrate. Ron’s chest also vibrated at the sound as his eyes widened in fear, but still his cock throbbed.With nothing else for it, Ron bolted down the corridor and back to Harry’s room, knocking over a few items on the way. He hurriedly rapped on the door which opened immediately for him to enter, the man panting as he closed the door behind him. His eyes flicked down to meet those of his best friend, the bright green eyes glancing up at him through the spectacles that never left the man’s face.Ron took a step nearer to his best friend and licked his lips before swallowing. “Don’t think too much into this, Harry.” He took another step as slowly he angled down. He waited for Harry to pull away, or hit him, but the boy who lived remained still as his best friend moved closer. When their lips were inches away from each other’s, their alcohol riddled breath intermingling, Ron audibly gulped. “We’ve been spelled. Nothing more. Doing this… it doesn’t mean anything.”The two men paused in the silence of the room. Ron opened his mouth to speak again, but his words failed him. Harry inhaled a staggered breath as Ron’s finger hooked under his chin to bring his lips even closer to graze together. Harry’s eyelids flickered as his stomach flipped and his cock throbbed. The pain grew in his groin but it was nothing compared to pain he had experienced in the past.Taking a breath both men closed the gap and pressed their lips together gently, but after a second they pulled away, their eyes locking together once more. Harry gulped as Ron grabbed his hips and slowly began pushing him towards the bed in the middle of the room. As the back of Harry’s legs connected with the base of the bed, he dropped backwards onto the soft bedding as his friend leaned over him to push their lips together tight once again.Harry and Ron lost themselves in the taste of each other and the alcohol on their tongues as their hands made light work of removing the clothes between them. Soon, only Ron’s jeans remained the only item of clothing still on, and as he pulled back to remove them, Harry slid from the bed to his knees to assist.“Harry, I’ve never…”Harry looked up at his best friend as he hushed him gently, their eyes locking together just before Harry’s tongue extended out and licked the phallus before him from base to tip. Ron took a shuddering breath as his body quivered, and his skin erupted into raised goosebumps. “Breathe.” He whispered before his mouth enveloped Ron’s cock, the man taking every inch willingly, as Ron’s moans filled the air.“How are you so good at that?” Ron breathed as Harry’s head bobbed rhythmically. “It’s…” he looked down and felt another wave of desire at the sight before him. “Look at you.” His hand reached down to run through Harry’s black hair. “You are taking me so well.” He purred.Ron sighed happily as Harry moaned and sucked, the sounds coming from him were enough for Ron to spill his load into the younger man’s mouth then and there, but he wanted more. Ron always wanted more.Unsure where his sudden confidence stemmed from, Ron pulled back, his cock emerging from Harry’s mouth with a pop. Wordlessly he leaned forward and lifted Harry’s chin to make him stand before pushing him to the bed once more. Ron leaned forward and kissed Harry hard on the mouth as his cock lined up to Harry’s hole. “If you want to stop, just tell me.” He whispered against Harry’s lips.Harry shook his head gently before reaching up and pulling Ron’s lips to his once again. “I won’t.” He breathed. Ron pushed himself closer and Harry inhaled deeply, his head inching back as his eyes rolled. “I promise I can handle it.”Sensing the challenge, Ron licked his lips and smirked before pushing into Harry slowly and deeply, causing Harry to groan as his head inched back firmly into the bedcovers, the man’s mouth forming an O. When he could go no further, Ron began to pull back out, causing Harry to inhale a hiss.“If I had known how good you would feel, I would have done this so much sooner.” Ron pushed back in sharply before Harry could even take a breath. He pulled out again, a little quicker than before.“What happened to this not meaning any-?” Harry’s breath temporarily caught in his throat, and his words drifted into a moan as Ron slammed deeply into him.“I lied.” Ron said as he began to pick up the pace. He had Harry’s legs in his hands as he leaned over his friend, his cock pounding repeatedly into the man. Harry couldn’t even string enough words together to form a sentence, his voice coming out as a mumbled moan. He had never before been in the position he had found himself in, the man always taking charge. Above him was someone he never thought would be ploughing into him harder than he ever thought possible, above him was a man taking charge, above him was his best friend.Faster Ron pounded into his best friend, the two of them moaning and groaning together as they stole the occasional kiss whenever their lips were close enough. Harry’s grip above him tightened until his knuckles almost blended into the white sheets he was gripping onto. His eyes widened and he looked down as Ron’s hand wrapped around his leg and onto his cock, the man pumping Harry in more ways than one.“Cum for me.” Ron whispered as Harry’s deep moans became panted whispers. “Come on, Harry. Can you do that for me?” Harry’s eyes locked onto those of his friend’s before he nodded. “That’s my good boy.” Harry bit his lip and released a muffled whimper as the wave of pleasure inched ever closer.Harry squeezed his eyes in an attempt to prevent the tears from falling as his moans became cries. Ever closer his orgasm came with every pump of his cock and entry of Ron’s cock in his ass. Rhythm had flown out the window, as had all of Harry’s sense of propriety or shyness as eventually he felt it, the build of cum as it threatened to shoot out of him. He opened his eyes and his mouth to inform Ron of the feeling, but the red headed man simply smirked knowingly at his friend.“I know, baby. I wanna watch you unravel.” Harry panted and felt himself melt at the look in Ron’s eyes and the words he had said. “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me.”Harry did as he was told and promptly came onto himself, his cock throbbing with every shooting load as Harry released a whimpering moan, his eyes remaining locked on those of his friend. Harry inhaled and exhaled three shuddering breaths before Ron picked up the pace slightly, his hand gripping onto Harry’s thighs.After a few more seconds, Ron released his cum into Harry, his eyes locked on those of his friend. Among the mess, the two men paused as Ron’s cock slid from Harry, releasing even more mess onto the bed beneath them.Between his shuddering breaths, Harry released gasps as his tears brimmed in his eyes. Ron pulled away from his friend, his hands raised. “I won’t touch. You could have said. I would have stopped. I promise, Harry.Harry shook his head before sitting up and speaking. “It isn’t that.”Ron waited for Harry to speak, but instead the bespectacled man stood and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door as he did so. Ron cleaned himself and the bed using his wand and was halfway through dressing when Harry returned, the man still naked but teary eyed, his freshly cleaned chest glistening. He pulled on only his pants before reaching for Ron’s hand.Tightly Harry held, avoiding Ron’s gaze as he spoke. “We can pretend it never happened. That’s okay, but you should know… you should…”“Harry?”Harry’s eyes flicked to his friend’s. “I’m bisexual. I have been for years. So this… It isn’t the first gay experience I’ve had. But…”Ron leaned in closer when his friend’s words drifted off once again. “Harry.”“I want it to be my last… I want you to be my last.”Ron’s brows furrowed tight. “I made you straight?”Harry blinked at his friend, his jaw agape for three seconds before he burst into laughter. “No, you idiot! I want to be with you!” Still he laughed as Ron stared at him. Eventually, Harry’s laughter ceased. “It’s okay if you want to forget this happened. I won’t ju-“Harry’s words were cut off by the feel of Ron’s lips upon his. For a few minutes the two passionately kissed, their hands tight around the other before Ron pulled away to press his forehead against Harry’s. “I always thought I was crazy when I saw the way you would sometimes look at me. Like Hermione looked at me, or you looked at Cho. All through school I was convinced you would end up with Malfoy! In fact, I wouldn’t put it past you to have a thing for him now.” Ron pulled away to see the sheepish look and blush upon Harry’s face. “Fucking knew it.”The two shared a gentle laugh that faded into an air of seriousness once again. Harry gulped as he moved to pull away from the red head, but Ron’s grip upon his waist tightened to pull him back. “Ron.”“Shut up, Harry.”Ron silenced his friend’s soft protest with yet another kiss as he gently guided the man back towards the bed. The two spent the rest of the night in each-other’s arms, stealing the occasional kiss and talking until they fell asleep.Ron awoke first the next morning and quickly showered before dressing in his clothes from the night before. Now that the alcohol had worn off, he looked at his friend whilst he slept. Ron didn’t regret, not for one moment, but he feared Harry would. Ron feared that Harry would deny everything and insist the pair had never shared the bed, let alone shared kisses and other things.When Harry awoke, the man oblivious to Ron’s silent musings, he groaned and stretched through the throbbing aches of his body, but once he opened his eyes and spotted Ron, he smiled. It was a simple smile, lazy, groggy, lopsided, but it was enough to melt the red headed man almost entirely.Ron made his way back into the bed and the arms of his friend instantly, the two of them snuggling in close as they watched the light of the day become bright as the sun rose in the sky. Eventually though, the time came for them to wake and once again search for Hermione, the woman having been temporarily forgotten by the pair.Ron made his way to her room whilst Harry dressed, the two of them meeting outside Draco’s room before knocking together. When they had emerged from the room once more, the pair stood frozen in the corridor, their eyes fixed straight on the wall ahead.Ron cleared his throat and nodded slowly. “D’you suppose she fancied him while in school too?” Ron exclaimed as Harry struck him once on the arm before the two of them erupted into quiet sniggers of laughter.“This is going to make Christmas really awkward for your mum.”Ron’s eyes widened. “Mum… She’s going to kill me Harry.”Harry’s brows furrowed. “Whatever for?”“She wanted me to have smart children with Hermione.” Harry released yet another snigger. “It’s not funny.”“She has enough children to have loads of grandchildren. At least one of them will be smart.” Before Ron could protest, Harry took his hand and guided him back to his room. “Come on, we can get our stuff and return back home before reporting to the ministry.”After a few seconds, Ron glanced over his shoulder to the room behind them. “D’you think we should tell the captain about?”“No.” Harry said as he laughed gently. “Not in a million years.”