A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 16: So Beautiful
Chapter Number/Total: 16/
Chapter Title: So Beautiful
Words: 2445 Words
When Draco's birthday actually came around, Harry could barely contain himself. He'd had about a week to sit and think about Draco as a woman. It was a highly intriguing idea. It would be so incredibly different from everything else they'd done, which made it even hotter in and of itself. God, he found himself actually impatient for it. Not even the distractions of Ron, Hermione, Neville and Seamus, all visiting in one week – mostly to try and coax Harry to leave the house – had been enough to take his mind off it.
Then, on the day of June 5th, after he'd given Draco his birthday present, which was a very nice – meaning very expensive – set of new potion vials, because, of course, he couldn't think of anything except potions, he had to sit through a dinner with Narcissa at the Manor. It was embarrassing to be with her, because the girl he kept picturing in his head still looked quite a lot like Narcissa.
Narcissa cooed over Draco and gave him a whole slew of new clothes, and hadn't wanted him to leave, but eventually they did. And, God, Harry was glad when they finally got home, though he didn't know if he would still have to wait until night.
Draco thought he'd enjoyed Harry's week of anticipation more than any in his life. He'd caught his lover watching him a lot, with 'that look,' which told him that Harry was picturing doing things to him. And do things they did. It had been a good week, despite visits from Harry's friends.
Harry turned to Draco after he'd closed the front door and drummed his fingertips on his own legs. "Chess or something?" he asked, and he flushed when his voice cracked.
Draco laughed deeply and arched an eyebrow. "I have the potion in my lab. You go to the room and strip. I'll be right there," he promised.
Harry's eyes widened. "Okay," he said a bit breathlessly, and he turned to speed up to their bedroom as fast as he could without looking too eager.
Draco laughed again and made his way to the lab. He had left one of his silk dressing gowns there for this. He removed all his own clothes and then stood staring at the two vials he had prepared. After a few moments though, he took a deep breath to steady himself and downed the first potion.
He hadn't known what he'd expected it to feel like. It hurt. It felt like liquid fire spreading through his veins. There was the more-than-alien feeling of his body rearranging itself – changing in very odd ways. It wasn't just his cock pulling in or breasts growing. His hips shifted, his shoulders moved and even his face felt changed. After what seemed like much longer than it had actually been, things seemed to settle and the burning faded.
He panted, feeling a bit shaky, but once he'd calmed, he looked down his own body. Of course, it didn't look or feel like his own body now.
His breasts weren't huge, but they easily filled his hands, and his hips had a curve to them that hadn't been there before. He looked down at his pubic hair and trembled. It was frightening not seeing his cock.
He took another deep breath and shook his head, trying to focus. Then he picked up the second vial. The potion he hadn't told Harry about. He downed it too. This one didn't hurt, but he felt oddly energised by it. He wished he had a mirror in the lab. He reached for the gown and put it on, then padded barefoot up the stairs to their bedroom. He glanced in at the bathroom as he passed it, tempted to stop and look or to brush his hair, but kept moving. He stepped into their room, eyes moving immediately to Harry.
Harry was sitting on the bed, undressed like Draco had told him to be, with his cock already half hard. Now that it was actually time, he was excited of course, but a little nervous. He didn't know why. It was just Draco. When he heard feet padding down the hallway, his heart sped up erratically, and when the door opened, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Draco was a gorgeous man, perfectly proportioned, trim, strong, but, Merlin, he was a gorgeous woman as well. He did resemble his mother greatly, as Harry had assumed he would, but there was enough Lucius in there that he still looked like Draco. He made a tall girl, but Harry knew that if he stood he would be taller. His eyes strayed down Draco's new temporary body, resting on breasts for a moment, because he couldn't help it. They were covered, but looked to be quite a nice reasonable size, which was good, because Harry didn't really like big ones anyway. Draco's hips were wider, and his shoulders narrowed, and everything about him was smaller, less sharp, but still him in an odd way. And his face was as beautiful as his body. Draco always had beauty about him, but not this feminine beauty. He looked ... softer.
Harry wanted to touch him – or was it her? Odd. "Wow," he said in a strange, deep voice.
Draco smiled at the way his lover's eyes took him in. He had never been so thoroughly checked out in his life. "You like?" he asked, and then blinked in surprise when the voice didn't sound like his own.
Harry blinked too, because it was so strange. It was like being with a different person, but not, because it was still so obviously Draco. Even the voice, which was definitely that of a woman, had his certain kind of tone. "Yeah," he breathed truthfully.
Draco trembled now, excited. Normally he would feel his cock filling and tenting the silk of his robe. Instead, he felt a heat pooling there and inside. "T-touch me," he whispered.
Harry got to his feet, a bit shaky as he crossed to Draco. Yes, he'd been right. He was taller. He stood very close to him and reached out a tentative hand to cup a breast. It definitely felt like one, soft. He touched Draco's face with his left hand. Soft there too. "What's it feel like?" he whispered.
Draco swallowed hard, eyes wide. Harry's hand on his cheek felt good but not much different than normal. But the one sliding over the silk covered breast – that was different. The sensation was new and closer to having his balls fondled, but not. "Amazing," he whispered in response, licking his lips.
Harry's eyes were drawn to Draco's lips then and he brought his own mouth down to cover them. He didn't mean to think about it right then, but it flashed through his mind that it was a little like kissing Ginny. He remembered it being so soft. Draco was soft normally, but not this soft. He let out a small sigh, tracing lips with the tip of his tongue.
Draco brought both hands up to cup Harry's face and deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue against his lover's.
Harry let out a quiet groan, trailing one hand down to grasp ... Oh. There was nothing there, except more ... softness.
Draco found himself arching forward, wanting Harry's hand there. He spread his legs a bit, the silk of the robe parting slightly as he did.
Harry easily slipped past the silk and his cock twitched at the dampness he felt between Draco's legs. So he was enjoying this so far. Very good. It had been half a year since Harry had touched a woman, half a year that he'd had that hard cock instead of this, so it felt a little strange at first, but it wasn't exactly hard to get used to.
Draco gasped into Harry's mouth at the feel of those fingers against his pubic hair and the folds beneath. "Oh, Gods, that feels ... good," he managed to whisper.
"Good," Harry repeated, but he didn't move any further. He took his hand away instead. "Get this off," he said, tugging at the dressing gown, but he moved hands to do it himself.
Draco released Harry's face, blinking again as he spread his arms to his sides to allow the garment's removal.
Harry stared at Draco again once he'd thrown the bundle of silk off to the side. "Merlin, you're a hot girl," he said huskily, eyes moving over every curve. The curve of breasts, hips, arse, the subtle, yet more pronounced curve of his back. As a man, Draco was more straight lines.
The blond didn't know what to say to that. He was flushed and aroused. His skin felt like it tingled just from Harry's hot gaze. "Please, touch me," he begged.
Harry moved forward and lifted Draco easily into his arms, giving him a smirk as he walked over to the bed and laid him on it.
Draco almost yelped at that and then wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as he was carried. He didn't let go when Harry lowered him to the bed.
Harry pressed his body against Draco's, feeling the swell of his breasts against his own chest as he moved to kiss him again. He slid a hand between their bodies, touching that hot wetness again.
Draco moaned, mouth opening as Harry kissed him. He spread his legs too, welcoming his lover's touch as his hands held familiar hair, tugging.
Harry smoothed his thumb over the folds, and then gently rubbed that little bud, slipping a finger inside Draco as he did.
Draco gasped, trembling as he arched against Harry's fingers. It felt so very different and yet so good, too. His skin seemed more sensitive and he felt the want inside him like he usually did in his arse, only it felt deeper, and he could feel the new muscles clench around Harry's finger.
"Mmm," Harry groaned deeply, lips trailing to Draco's throat, where there wasn't a protruding Adam's Apple to suck on.
The blond was moaning and rotating his hips against Harry's hand. "More," he begged.
Harry pushed another finger into Draco, pressing his thumb a little harder.
"Yes, more there," Draco tried to coax. He slid one hand down Harry's side and then between them, wrapping his fingers around Harry's cock. "Suck my nipples," he suggested when they brushed against Harry's chest again, tingling.
Harry groaned, dipping his head to lick his way down to one of Draco's breasts. He took one hardened nipple into his mouth as he continued to move his hand.
Draco panted, body trembling as he felt a pressure building inside him. "Yes, yes," he chanted, rocking with the movements of Harry's hand.
Harry added a third finger, pressing against the slick passages as his thumb moved in firm circles. "Oh, I'm gonna make you come so hard," he whispered, rolling his tongue over the nipple.
Draco moaned and then his body seemed to spasm hard, clenching around Harry's fingers. He cried out as he did.
Harry lifted his head to watch Draco, his breath catching as he set eyes upon him. It was so weird to hear those high-pitched cries echoing around him, having become so used to low moans and guttural grunts, but it made Harry's blood rush.
Draco blinked, looking up again at his lover. "Not done, I hope," he managed, still surprised at the sound of his voice. He tugged gently on Harry's cock to remind him of what he wanted.
"Not done," Harry agreed with a shiver, moving up to better fit himself between Draco's legs. He moved his hand away and used it to guide his cock to that slick opening. "You ready?" he asked huskily, sliding his tongue over Draco's skin.
"Very," Draco answered, wrapping his legs around his lover's hips. It felt like they were missing something, but then he realised that as wet as he was, lube was certainly not needed.
Harry pressed his hips forward, sliding inside with a slow push. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, feeling wet heat surrounding his throbbing cock, so wet. Draco's arse was a bit tighter than this, but, Merlin, it was tight enough. "So good, baby."
"Fuck," Draco said as he felt Harry's cock slide into the passage. Unaccustomed muscles clenched around his lover's flesh.
Harry moaned and slid smoothly and nearly out of Draco again, and then back inside, thrusting deep. He moved a hand up to knead one of Draco's breasts, using his mouth on the other again.
Draco found that fucking felt similar, though smoother. He arched up, meeting Harry's thrusts and feeling that delicious slide inside him. Kneading his breasts distracted him for a moment before he was able to focus on the pleasure of it. "Yes, baby, fuck me," he encouraged.
Hearing that in the female voice was strange again, but hot too. Harry thrust and thrust, pushing deeper, feeling delicate legs wrapped around him, smaller hands buried in his hair.
"Harry, I love you, you feel so good inside," Draco gasped, feeling himself getting closer again. He moaned and reached between them, fumbling for a moment to find the angle right, and rubbing his fingers over that small hard bud.
Harry gasped loudly, his forehead pressed to Draco's shoulder now as he tried to concentrate on lasting, but he only had so much control. He couldn't take the muscles tightening around his length, or the heat, or the whimpers and words spilling from Draco's lips. He came hard, clenching the blankets on either side of Draco's body.
Draco's fingers pressed hard, rubbing in circles as Harry thrust. It took only another minute with his lover panting over him before Draco shuddered. He felt his body reach that crest again, felt it clenching hard around Harry. He wanted as much of Harry and as deep as he could get him.
Harry released another cry when he felt Draco come and tried not to fall down and crush him completely. His body trembled as he watched, his fingers still clenched in the blankets.
Draco's legs held tight to Harry. He loved the power in the other man's body and in the way they fit together. Should they fit so well together even with him changed this way? How did that work? He smiled up at Harry. "Perfect," he whispered.
Harry lowered his mouth down to Draco's, kissing gently. "Yes," he whispered back.
Chapter Title: So Beautiful
Words: 2445 Words
When Draco's birthday actually came around, Harry could barely contain himself. He'd had about a week to sit and think about Draco as a woman. It was a highly intriguing idea. It would be so incredibly different from everything else they'd done, which made it even hotter in and of itself. God, he found himself actually impatient for it. Not even the distractions of Ron, Hermione, Neville and Seamus, all visiting in one week – mostly to try and coax Harry to leave the house – had been enough to take his mind off it.
Then, on the day of June 5th, after he'd given Draco his birthday present, which was a very nice – meaning very expensive – set of new potion vials, because, of course, he couldn't think of anything except potions, he had to sit through a dinner with Narcissa at the Manor. It was embarrassing to be with her, because the girl he kept picturing in his head still looked quite a lot like Narcissa.
Narcissa cooed over Draco and gave him a whole slew of new clothes, and hadn't wanted him to leave, but eventually they did. And, God, Harry was glad when they finally got home, though he didn't know if he would still have to wait until night.
Draco thought he'd enjoyed Harry's week of anticipation more than any in his life. He'd caught his lover watching him a lot, with 'that look,' which told him that Harry was picturing doing things to him. And do things they did. It had been a good week, despite visits from Harry's friends.
Harry turned to Draco after he'd closed the front door and drummed his fingertips on his own legs. "Chess or something?" he asked, and he flushed when his voice cracked.
Draco laughed deeply and arched an eyebrow. "I have the potion in my lab. You go to the room and strip. I'll be right there," he promised.
Harry's eyes widened. "Okay," he said a bit breathlessly, and he turned to speed up to their bedroom as fast as he could without looking too eager.
Draco laughed again and made his way to the lab. He had left one of his silk dressing gowns there for this. He removed all his own clothes and then stood staring at the two vials he had prepared. After a few moments though, he took a deep breath to steady himself and downed the first potion.
He hadn't known what he'd expected it to feel like. It hurt. It felt like liquid fire spreading through his veins. There was the more-than-alien feeling of his body rearranging itself – changing in very odd ways. It wasn't just his cock pulling in or breasts growing. His hips shifted, his shoulders moved and even his face felt changed. After what seemed like much longer than it had actually been, things seemed to settle and the burning faded.
He panted, feeling a bit shaky, but once he'd calmed, he looked down his own body. Of course, it didn't look or feel like his own body now.
His breasts weren't huge, but they easily filled his hands, and his hips had a curve to them that hadn't been there before. He looked down at his pubic hair and trembled. It was frightening not seeing his cock.
He took another deep breath and shook his head, trying to focus. Then he picked up the second vial. The potion he hadn't told Harry about. He downed it too. This one didn't hurt, but he felt oddly energised by it. He wished he had a mirror in the lab. He reached for the gown and put it on, then padded barefoot up the stairs to their bedroom. He glanced in at the bathroom as he passed it, tempted to stop and look or to brush his hair, but kept moving. He stepped into their room, eyes moving immediately to Harry.
Harry was sitting on the bed, undressed like Draco had told him to be, with his cock already half hard. Now that it was actually time, he was excited of course, but a little nervous. He didn't know why. It was just Draco. When he heard feet padding down the hallway, his heart sped up erratically, and when the door opened, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Draco was a gorgeous man, perfectly proportioned, trim, strong, but, Merlin, he was a gorgeous woman as well. He did resemble his mother greatly, as Harry had assumed he would, but there was enough Lucius in there that he still looked like Draco. He made a tall girl, but Harry knew that if he stood he would be taller. His eyes strayed down Draco's new temporary body, resting on breasts for a moment, because he couldn't help it. They were covered, but looked to be quite a nice reasonable size, which was good, because Harry didn't really like big ones anyway. Draco's hips were wider, and his shoulders narrowed, and everything about him was smaller, less sharp, but still him in an odd way. And his face was as beautiful as his body. Draco always had beauty about him, but not this feminine beauty. He looked ... softer.
Harry wanted to touch him – or was it her? Odd. "Wow," he said in a strange, deep voice.
Draco smiled at the way his lover's eyes took him in. He had never been so thoroughly checked out in his life. "You like?" he asked, and then blinked in surprise when the voice didn't sound like his own.
Harry blinked too, because it was so strange. It was like being with a different person, but not, because it was still so obviously Draco. Even the voice, which was definitely that of a woman, had his certain kind of tone. "Yeah," he breathed truthfully.
Draco trembled now, excited. Normally he would feel his cock filling and tenting the silk of his robe. Instead, he felt a heat pooling there and inside. "T-touch me," he whispered.
Harry got to his feet, a bit shaky as he crossed to Draco. Yes, he'd been right. He was taller. He stood very close to him and reached out a tentative hand to cup a breast. It definitely felt like one, soft. He touched Draco's face with his left hand. Soft there too. "What's it feel like?" he whispered.
Draco swallowed hard, eyes wide. Harry's hand on his cheek felt good but not much different than normal. But the one sliding over the silk covered breast – that was different. The sensation was new and closer to having his balls fondled, but not. "Amazing," he whispered in response, licking his lips.
Harry's eyes were drawn to Draco's lips then and he brought his own mouth down to cover them. He didn't mean to think about it right then, but it flashed through his mind that it was a little like kissing Ginny. He remembered it being so soft. Draco was soft normally, but not this soft. He let out a small sigh, tracing lips with the tip of his tongue.
Draco brought both hands up to cup Harry's face and deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue against his lover's.
Harry let out a quiet groan, trailing one hand down to grasp ... Oh. There was nothing there, except more ... softness.
Draco found himself arching forward, wanting Harry's hand there. He spread his legs a bit, the silk of the robe parting slightly as he did.
Harry easily slipped past the silk and his cock twitched at the dampness he felt between Draco's legs. So he was enjoying this so far. Very good. It had been half a year since Harry had touched a woman, half a year that he'd had that hard cock instead of this, so it felt a little strange at first, but it wasn't exactly hard to get used to.
Draco gasped into Harry's mouth at the feel of those fingers against his pubic hair and the folds beneath. "Oh, Gods, that feels ... good," he managed to whisper.
"Good," Harry repeated, but he didn't move any further. He took his hand away instead. "Get this off," he said, tugging at the dressing gown, but he moved hands to do it himself.
Draco released Harry's face, blinking again as he spread his arms to his sides to allow the garment's removal.
Harry stared at Draco again once he'd thrown the bundle of silk off to the side. "Merlin, you're a hot girl," he said huskily, eyes moving over every curve. The curve of breasts, hips, arse, the subtle, yet more pronounced curve of his back. As a man, Draco was more straight lines.
The blond didn't know what to say to that. He was flushed and aroused. His skin felt like it tingled just from Harry's hot gaze. "Please, touch me," he begged.
Harry moved forward and lifted Draco easily into his arms, giving him a smirk as he walked over to the bed and laid him on it.
Draco almost yelped at that and then wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as he was carried. He didn't let go when Harry lowered him to the bed.
Harry pressed his body against Draco's, feeling the swell of his breasts against his own chest as he moved to kiss him again. He slid a hand between their bodies, touching that hot wetness again.
Draco moaned, mouth opening as Harry kissed him. He spread his legs too, welcoming his lover's touch as his hands held familiar hair, tugging.
Harry smoothed his thumb over the folds, and then gently rubbed that little bud, slipping a finger inside Draco as he did.
Draco gasped, trembling as he arched against Harry's fingers. It felt so very different and yet so good, too. His skin seemed more sensitive and he felt the want inside him like he usually did in his arse, only it felt deeper, and he could feel the new muscles clench around Harry's finger.
"Mmm," Harry groaned deeply, lips trailing to Draco's throat, where there wasn't a protruding Adam's Apple to suck on.
The blond was moaning and rotating his hips against Harry's hand. "More," he begged.
Harry pushed another finger into Draco, pressing his thumb a little harder.
"Yes, more there," Draco tried to coax. He slid one hand down Harry's side and then between them, wrapping his fingers around Harry's cock. "Suck my nipples," he suggested when they brushed against Harry's chest again, tingling.
Harry groaned, dipping his head to lick his way down to one of Draco's breasts. He took one hardened nipple into his mouth as he continued to move his hand.
Draco panted, body trembling as he felt a pressure building inside him. "Yes, yes," he chanted, rocking with the movements of Harry's hand.
Harry added a third finger, pressing against the slick passages as his thumb moved in firm circles. "Oh, I'm gonna make you come so hard," he whispered, rolling his tongue over the nipple.
Draco moaned and then his body seemed to spasm hard, clenching around Harry's fingers. He cried out as he did.
Harry lifted his head to watch Draco, his breath catching as he set eyes upon him. It was so weird to hear those high-pitched cries echoing around him, having become so used to low moans and guttural grunts, but it made Harry's blood rush.
Draco blinked, looking up again at his lover. "Not done, I hope," he managed, still surprised at the sound of his voice. He tugged gently on Harry's cock to remind him of what he wanted.
"Not done," Harry agreed with a shiver, moving up to better fit himself between Draco's legs. He moved his hand away and used it to guide his cock to that slick opening. "You ready?" he asked huskily, sliding his tongue over Draco's skin.
"Very," Draco answered, wrapping his legs around his lover's hips. It felt like they were missing something, but then he realised that as wet as he was, lube was certainly not needed.
Harry pressed his hips forward, sliding inside with a slow push. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, feeling wet heat surrounding his throbbing cock, so wet. Draco's arse was a bit tighter than this, but, Merlin, it was tight enough. "So good, baby."
"Fuck," Draco said as he felt Harry's cock slide into the passage. Unaccustomed muscles clenched around his lover's flesh.
Harry moaned and slid smoothly and nearly out of Draco again, and then back inside, thrusting deep. He moved a hand up to knead one of Draco's breasts, using his mouth on the other again.
Draco found that fucking felt similar, though smoother. He arched up, meeting Harry's thrusts and feeling that delicious slide inside him. Kneading his breasts distracted him for a moment before he was able to focus on the pleasure of it. "Yes, baby, fuck me," he encouraged.
Hearing that in the female voice was strange again, but hot too. Harry thrust and thrust, pushing deeper, feeling delicate legs wrapped around him, smaller hands buried in his hair.
"Harry, I love you, you feel so good inside," Draco gasped, feeling himself getting closer again. He moaned and reached between them, fumbling for a moment to find the angle right, and rubbing his fingers over that small hard bud.
Harry gasped loudly, his forehead pressed to Draco's shoulder now as he tried to concentrate on lasting, but he only had so much control. He couldn't take the muscles tightening around his length, or the heat, or the whimpers and words spilling from Draco's lips. He came hard, clenching the blankets on either side of Draco's body.
Draco's fingers pressed hard, rubbing in circles as Harry thrust. It took only another minute with his lover panting over him before Draco shuddered. He felt his body reach that crest again, felt it clenching hard around Harry. He wanted as much of Harry and as deep as he could get him.
Harry released another cry when he felt Draco come and tried not to fall down and crush him completely. His body trembled as he watched, his fingers still clenched in the blankets.
Draco's legs held tight to Harry. He loved the power in the other man's body and in the way they fit together. Should they fit so well together even with him changed this way? How did that work? He smiled up at Harry. "Perfect," he whispered.
Harry lowered his mouth down to Draco's, kissing gently. "Yes," he whispered back.