Together

With Draco…

Draco was still blushing lightly as he left the Room of Requirement with images of a very naked Harry still dancing through his head. In fact, the blonde was to preoccupied with his thoughts to notice Dumbles watching him as he left for the Slytherin common room instead of going to dinner. Nor did he notice when Harry came out.

Blondie was halfway to the dungeons when somebody stuck out their leg and tripped him. Draco landed face first on the hard stone floor beneath him. There was a sharp pain in his nose and it felt warm and wet. It must be bleeding. Cursing, he stood up and came face to face with a grinning girl his age with waist length black hair, a hot body and aqua eyes. He knew her to be Ellie. She was in his year and in Slytherin but he never really spoke to her.

“Sorry about that. I’ll fix it right up,” she said cheerfully before performing a healing and cleaning spell on Draco’s broken nose.

“Any particular reason you tripped me Ellie?” Draco asked, scowling.

“I wanted to ask you if you knew where Harry is. I haven’t seen him since this summer,” Ellie explained.

“He’s probably going to the Gryffindor common room,” Draco said, rubbing his slightly sore nose.

“Wouldn’t he be at dinner?” Ellie asked.

“I don’t know. I guess he wasn’t hungry or something,” Draco said, still glaring at the cheerful girl in front of him.

“Can you take me there?” Ellie asked.

Draco sighed. Great, just what he needed. More time with the girl. “Sure. Follow me,” Draco said, leading Ellie to the Gryffindor common room.

A few minutes later the reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. The woman eyed them suspiciously but when Draco said the password. The Slytherins entered into the forbidden territory. Both grimaced at the colors displayed all over the room.

“Damn. Why do they need so much red and gold? Even the Slytherin common room doesn’t have all green and silver. This is just way to bright for me,” Ellie said, covering her eyes with her hand.

Draco smirked, but the smirk soon faded when he had a sudden urge to hold that hand. He brushed the feeling away and lead the girl to the boys’ dormitories. They found Harry napping on the bed farthest to the right.

“Sh, Draco,” Ellie whispered, putting a finger to her lips before tiptoeing across the room to the bed where Harry was asleep.

Draco watched anxiously, wondering just what she was planning. He had seen the mischievousness her aqua eyes had shown with. She was obviously up to something, though he bet that something would be highly amusing. Well, maybe not to Harry, but most likely it would be to him.

Ellie slowly crept toward her sleeping friend. With a grin, she jumped onto the best.

“HIYA HARRY! Ellie yelled when she jumped.

Harry was wide awake with a start and fear in his eyes. He jumped up and ran into a corner, his hands protecting his face as though he expected to be hit. Ellie and Draco frowned at the brunette’s odd behavior.

Draco slowly walked up to Harry and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. He took the boy into his arms and held him close, rubbing circles into his back and whispering soothing words into his ear. A few minutes later Harry calmed down and finally spoke.

“I-I’m sorry guys-“

“I’m a girl,” Ellie interrupted.

“That’s just a… reflex, I guess you would call it,” Harry mumbled, looking at the his feet.

Draco stood up and took Harry with him. “It’s okay. But exactly why is hiding in a corner a reflex?” Draco demanded, arms crossed.

Harry bit his lip, contemplating on whether or not to tell them. Sure, they deserved to know… well, not really. Harry decided to tell them some other time, when he was able to trust them more.

“I’ll tell you someday,” Harry finally said.

Draco nodded but Ellie whined.

“Pleeeeeaaaaasssssse Harry!” Ellie whined.

“No!”

“Please!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“Stop that! I’ll tell you someday but not now,” Harry said before getting up off the floor and storming out.

Both Draco and Ellie were silent after Harry left and Ellie was crestfallen.

“I think he’s upset,” Ellie said, her grin firmly in place.

Draco sighed and left the girl there alone.

Ellie just stood there for a minute. A sad look replaced the ever present grin as she let her mask drop. She plopped down on the bed with a sigh. Throughout her life she was never really serious. Her dad was always to busy or not even there because he was bodiless. Because of this she never really knew how to interact with people, only the house elves she befriended, and they loved people who played and joked around. But when she came to Hogwarts, she had to adjust. And she did, but she still wasn’t very good at being with people. She didn’t have a best friend. Sure she had friends, but Ellie knew very well that they talked about her behind her back and didn’t really like her.

Now she had ruined it with Harry and there was no way Draco would want to know somebody like her. His reaction today was enough to tell that. But she didn’t really want to worry. She had Ali, though the vampire was hardly ever there. She didn’t care if she didn’t really have any friends! Did she?

Ellie wasn’t really sure. It hurt to see Harry walking away like that. Maybe it really did matter to her. She wanted Harry to like her and accept her. And for some reason, she wanted that of Draco to. Damn it! It’s just all to confusing.

Ellie let out a frustrated growl before putting on her happy mask and leaving Gryffindor Tower. With a big grin she faced the world again and went to go find Harry to apologize.

But Harry didn’t want to be found. He was on his way to the Shrieking Shack thanks to the humpback witch statue. The dirt walls around him were moist and smelled of earth. The pathway seemed to go on forever and it seemed like quite a few uneventful hours before he finally made it to the solitude of the Shrieking Shack. He was near the stairs when he heard footsteps that told him he wasn’t alone in the shack.

Quickly looking around, Harry looked for a place to hide. Finding a table with a cloth that reached the floor, Harry made his way as quietly as he could and hid under it. Not ten seconds later somebody entered the room. Harry couldn’t tell who it was as he could only see the feet, but he knew they must be in hiding and probably dangerous. Harry kept as still as possible and dared as much as he dared.

Harry closed his eyes trying to steady his heartbeat and noticed the footsteps getting closer. A hand reached the hem of the tablecloth and slowly pulled it up, as though afraid of what might be under it. Harry’s eyes snapped open when he heard the quiet sound of the moving cloth. Getting ready to run, Harry tensed. Once the tablecloth was up enough, Harry shot out with speed that came from years of playing Quidditch. But he wasn’t fast enough. The hand shot out and grabbed him by the ankle.

Harry turned around to see a large muscular man with shoulder length silver hair staring at him with piercing amber eyes. He didn’t have a shirt on and only wore tight ripped blue jeans and old sneakers. The man looked to be about six feet, three inches and dangerous.

With all his might, Harry kicked the hand that dragged him by the ankle. Eventually the large hand released his grip. The man let out a frustrated, almost inhuman growl. Harry struggled wild-eyed to get to the tunnel so he could escape to the haven of Hogwarts. But the silver-haired man wouldn’t have that. He lunged for Harry again who dodged it, but how many more times could he dodge the man? Both were fast but Harry was getting tired and it seemed as though the man wasn’t at all.

Then Harry remembered the portkey ring Tom gave him. He quickly hissed “lover boy”, but just as he did the man’s hand closed around his and was about to pull Harry up when they both disappeared.

The two reappeared in an office, much to the surprise of the red eyed man sitting at his desk.

The silver haired man looked around a bit before realization dawned on his face.

“Harry? Fenrir? What the hell are you to doing here?” Tom asked staring coldly at the silver haired man he called Fenrir.

“Trying to get away from him!” Harry gasped out, getting up off the floor and making his way over to Tom.

“Fenrir?” Tom asked.

“He was in my territory,” Fenrir explained. “He also had a familiar smell to him. The boy smelled a little like you.”

“That would be because he’s my mate,” Tom explained. “But would you care to tell me why you weren’t with your pack Fenrir? Last I checked they were in the woods near this mansion.”

Pack? Then Harry realized that this must be a werewolf.

“I was looking for a cave in the Forbidden Forest for my pack to stay in. I stayed in the shack in Hogsmeade until I found a place. I left my beta in charge of the pack. I had just gotten there and was looking around when his delicious scent came about,” Fenrir said that last part while grinning sadistically and licking his lips. “Now, care to tell my why Potter is over here alive?”

“He is my mate. That would probably explain why he smells a bit like me too,” Tom explained, pulling Harry onto his lap and placing a kiss on his nose.

Harry giggled and snuggled into Tom. “Any reason you were going to the Shrieking Shack Harry?” Tom asked, frowning.

“To escape the barrage of questions about my past,” Harry mumbled.

“Oh. Well, you should be getting back Harry, as much as I hate to say it. I hardly get to see you anymore,” Tom said. “It’s nearly eight.”

“Aw,” Harry whined.

“Let the boy stay a bit. I’ll apparate him back when you’re done doing… whatever,” Fenrir said.

“That would be great Fenrir, but you can go ahead and go back to your shack. The ring Portkey Harry has goes both ways,” Tom said.

Fenrir shrugged and went to the foyer. Soon, they heard the ‘pop’ of apparation. Tom looked down hungrily at the younger male on his lap. They were alone.

Harry wasn’t sure if he liked that hungry look his mate was giving him. Tom leaned down and kissed Harry deeply. Before Harry even realized what had happened, he and Tom were in Tom’s bedroom, on the Slytherin green bed. Harry was nervous of where this was going. He didn’t want to push Tom and, yes, he wanted this, but… now that they were on the bed he wasn’t so sure…

Tom kissed a trail across Harry’s jaw before moving to the smaller man’s neck. He kissed the boy’s neck until he found a sensitive spot that caused Harry to moan loudly. With a smirk, Tom sucked and bit the spot until it left a hickey. He was surprised when Harry started to push him away. Tom looked at Harry in confusion. The younger man’s face was tinged pink and his eyes were dilated in pleasure.

“I don’t want too…” Harry trailed off, looking away, afraid he’d hurt Tom.

But Tom smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile, but it was a smile. “I understand Harry. But let me do something, please.”

Harry was nervous at what Tom was planning, but nodded in consent. Tom grinned and started trailing kisses down Harry’s jaw before reaching his neck again. Tom sucked the hickey he’d left behind and bit it, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through Harry, causing him to gasp.

Tom slid Harry’s shirt off and started trailing kisses all down his chest. With one hand, he pinched and twisted one of Harry’s nipples, causing the boy to moan. Tom brought his mouth up to the other pink nub and bit down on it slightly. He swirled his tongue around the nipple before switching with the hand. Soon Harry was squirming under Tom’s expert ministrations.

But Tom soon stopped and brought his mouth down to Harry’s naval before trailing lower. Soon Tom had Harry’s pants and boxer’s off and threw them on the floor somewhere. It didn’t take much for Harry to realize what Tom was about to do.

Tom placed an experimental kiss on the head of Harry’s rock hard cock, getting a shudder from the smaller man. Harry’s breath was coming out in gasps by now.

Smirking, Tom took the all of the cock in front of him into his mouth and giving it a hard suck. Harry threw his head back in pure pleasure and moaned. Tom swirled his tongue around the head of Harry’s cock causing the boy to moan and beg. In one quick movement, Tom had Harry’s whole cock in his mouth and throat, causing Harry to scream Tom’s name. Tom sucked hard before humming. The humming was it for Harry. Tom realized this and backed up so the cock wasn’t in his throat before giving one final, hard suck. Harry screamed Tom’s name as he came into the man’s mouth. Tom sucked him dry before crawling over next to Harry on the bed.

Harry was panting, trying to even out his breathing a bit before saying anything.

“What was that for?” Harry asked when he managed to steady his breathing.

Tom looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “Consider it a late birthday present.”

Harry chuckled. “That was the best birthday present ever.”

Tom laughed and covered them both up. Soon both were asleep, completely forgetting Harry was supposed to be going back to Hogwarts.

A/N: Tom and Ellie are back! Yay! Plus you get that lemonyish scene. BTW, that’s my first time writing a blowjob scene. How did I do?
You got a look at Ellie. Hope this chapter gives you a hint of who Draco’s mate will be. It’s a tinyish hint but a hint none the less.
Like it, love it, hate it? Cookies for the good reviewers who don’t flame. But flamers don’t get monkey poo this time. I’ll sick Fenrir on you.