Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,508
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 19
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 19
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
A/N: I spell God \"ghod\". One of my quirks.
Harry sat alone in the library. One leg was bent up, his chin resting on his knee, arms wrapped around his ankle. He felt just a little shell-shocked. His heart was still pounding, and he could smell his own arousal. He swung his free leg, in short jerky arcs, signaling his inner agitation.
He was, in fact, completely unnerved. And, if truth be told, really, really mad. No one else had answered his questions. So, being Harry Potter, he didn\'t give up, he just moved on to the next level. He asked the pride\'s third to explain it all to him. Ron had said Graeme was easy to talk to. He\'d had a dreamy smile on his face when he said it. Harry had rolled his eyes, but took Ron at his word. Now he knew better, and would take Ron\'s future advice with just a grain of salt.
Graeme. Who had bared his teeth at him when he saw him coming. Harry came to an abrupt halt, while he tried to measure the likelihood Graeme would smack him around, versus just try to intimidate him. He came to the conclusion he could safely chance it.
He walked right up to the bristling cat, looked him in the eye, and asked his question. Graeme frowned at him, seeming to expect something besides a question. Then he answered it. Bluntly. Sure, he could tell Harry why his sleeping in the king\'s bed was causing such an uproar.
Graeme caught Harry totally by surprise by the explanation.
Kittens were for sex, they were learning their place, learning how to live in the pride. They were young and durable and always ready for play. Harry was insulted and frowned at the long haired were-leopard. Graeme on the other hand , was pleased Harry was upset, and continued his explanation, a tight grin on his face. He reached out towards the young man, sniffing, a pink tongue tip showing as he licked his lips.
Harry shivered as Graeme ran fingers over the bare skin of his arm, up the back of it. Exploring. Harry\'s skin went tight, his gut clenched in unwilling heat. The hand was warm, strong, masculine, gentle, and yet commanding. Harry felt the familiar melting in his middle and lower, the desire, the instinct to lay back and accept whatever the dominant male wanted to give him. He grit his teeth and stayed still. He refused to move forward, to otherwise respond.
The deep blue eyes sank into his, Harry was suddenly very aware of the man\'s musky, delicious scent. He let out a gasp, wanting both to step back and to lean forward, raise his face and take a kiss. He fought the urge. It wasn\'t right! He wanted Lucius. Not this other big, muscular man, no matter how good he smelled. No matter what Harry\'s body was asking for, no matter how urgently his insides ached.
Graeme grinned at him, showing hungry teeth. \"Kitten. You are for sex. Your whole being cries for it. Don\'t you feel it?\"
Harry managed to step back at that. Graeme laughed. And he continued his explanation, letting his hand fall away from Harry\'s goose pimpled flesh.
Only the ruling three slept in the king\'s rooms. It granted a position of power, sleeping in the king\'s bed. It meant that they were one of the ruling triad.
The rest of the pride was waiting now, to see which of the other two men were going to be ousted, since Harry had spent the nights there. They expected Harry to be named second or third. And either Graeme or Amrys would be ousted, driven out, perhaps only out of the king\'s bed, perhaps out of the pride. The pride was already shuffling, preparing to take on new alliances when the Chosen became second or third.
\"I don\'t want to rule anything.\" Was Harry\'s irritated response. \"I just want to sleep in the same bed with my lover.\"
\"He is your king. He is not your lover.\" The older lycanthrope had growled. Appearing honestly offended by the young man\'s assertion. He towered menacingly over Harry.
\"He is.\" Harry insisted. Glowering back at the big man. Eyes shooting sparks. \"He is my lover. Period.\"
\"No. He is not.\" Graeme leaned in closer. He glared at Harry. Dark blue eyes meeting green. His nostrils flared. \"King\'s do not take kittens as lovers. They *fuck* kittens.\"
Harry had a horrible thought. \"Are you, and Amrys....are you his lovers?\" He asked uncertainly, praying he was wrong. Graeme\'s chin lifted, his eyes now blazing with fury. His lush, wavy hair fairly crackled with his indignation. His wide mouth was compressed into a flat line of disapproval.
\"That is not for a kitten to worry about. It is sufficient that you know you are not Lucius\' lover. You should get back to your place. Go sleep with the other young-lings. The king will call you when he wants your legs in the air.\" Graeme told him.
\"I don\'t know why Ron thinks you are nice.\" Harry said, slowly. \"You are too angry, vicious. Why should it matter to you if I am his lover? You won\'t claim him as your own, not even when directly asked. I don\'t want your spot, you can keep whatever power trip you are on. I just want a place of my own.\"
\"Idiot, young-ling. Ron likes me because I know how to give him what his body craves. I know how to spread him wide and fuck him deep until he screams. Unlike you, he knows what he is, and he knows what is right. You can\'t have what you are asking for. Get out of our bed. You are disrupting the entire pride.\" Graeme snarled, his voice deepening as he began the preliminary to shifting. His burgeoning fangs clicked. He blinked, not slow and languid, but a refocusing of his predatory attention. Harry felt as if he was being stripped naked, licked, tasted. Fuck! He took another step back from the other man.
Then, part human, part beast, Graeme hissed at Harry and left him standing in the middle of the empty library. And Harry had collapsed with relief into the chair, his knees as sturdy as a bowl of jiggling jello. Fred and George were right, Graeme was definitely one to watch out for. Hot, sexy and terrifying. And a real bastard.
Harry stood. He was going to find Draco, and hash it out at last. He was going to find out what all this shit meant. Why it was impossible to do so damn many things, just \"because\". And why the hell things couldn\'t change. It wasn\'t all written in stone, was it?
He was tired of the confusion. If it didn\'t come with a ready made rule book, if someone couldn\'t hand him one today, he was going to write his own. He was tired of guessing, and being told NO. Bad kitty. Fine. If they thought they\'d seen a bad kitty, they were in for a real surprise. Scowling, Harry shot off in search of Draco.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
A/N: I spell God \"ghod\". One of my quirks.
Harry sat alone in the library. One leg was bent up, his chin resting on his knee, arms wrapped around his ankle. He felt just a little shell-shocked. His heart was still pounding, and he could smell his own arousal. He swung his free leg, in short jerky arcs, signaling his inner agitation.
He was, in fact, completely unnerved. And, if truth be told, really, really mad. No one else had answered his questions. So, being Harry Potter, he didn\'t give up, he just moved on to the next level. He asked the pride\'s third to explain it all to him. Ron had said Graeme was easy to talk to. He\'d had a dreamy smile on his face when he said it. Harry had rolled his eyes, but took Ron at his word. Now he knew better, and would take Ron\'s future advice with just a grain of salt.
Graeme. Who had bared his teeth at him when he saw him coming. Harry came to an abrupt halt, while he tried to measure the likelihood Graeme would smack him around, versus just try to intimidate him. He came to the conclusion he could safely chance it.
He walked right up to the bristling cat, looked him in the eye, and asked his question. Graeme frowned at him, seeming to expect something besides a question. Then he answered it. Bluntly. Sure, he could tell Harry why his sleeping in the king\'s bed was causing such an uproar.
Graeme caught Harry totally by surprise by the explanation.
Kittens were for sex, they were learning their place, learning how to live in the pride. They were young and durable and always ready for play. Harry was insulted and frowned at the long haired were-leopard. Graeme on the other hand , was pleased Harry was upset, and continued his explanation, a tight grin on his face. He reached out towards the young man, sniffing, a pink tongue tip showing as he licked his lips.
Harry shivered as Graeme ran fingers over the bare skin of his arm, up the back of it. Exploring. Harry\'s skin went tight, his gut clenched in unwilling heat. The hand was warm, strong, masculine, gentle, and yet commanding. Harry felt the familiar melting in his middle and lower, the desire, the instinct to lay back and accept whatever the dominant male wanted to give him. He grit his teeth and stayed still. He refused to move forward, to otherwise respond.
The deep blue eyes sank into his, Harry was suddenly very aware of the man\'s musky, delicious scent. He let out a gasp, wanting both to step back and to lean forward, raise his face and take a kiss. He fought the urge. It wasn\'t right! He wanted Lucius. Not this other big, muscular man, no matter how good he smelled. No matter what Harry\'s body was asking for, no matter how urgently his insides ached.
Graeme grinned at him, showing hungry teeth. \"Kitten. You are for sex. Your whole being cries for it. Don\'t you feel it?\"
Harry managed to step back at that. Graeme laughed. And he continued his explanation, letting his hand fall away from Harry\'s goose pimpled flesh.
Only the ruling three slept in the king\'s rooms. It granted a position of power, sleeping in the king\'s bed. It meant that they were one of the ruling triad.
The rest of the pride was waiting now, to see which of the other two men were going to be ousted, since Harry had spent the nights there. They expected Harry to be named second or third. And either Graeme or Amrys would be ousted, driven out, perhaps only out of the king\'s bed, perhaps out of the pride. The pride was already shuffling, preparing to take on new alliances when the Chosen became second or third.
\"I don\'t want to rule anything.\" Was Harry\'s irritated response. \"I just want to sleep in the same bed with my lover.\"
\"He is your king. He is not your lover.\" The older lycanthrope had growled. Appearing honestly offended by the young man\'s assertion. He towered menacingly over Harry.
\"He is.\" Harry insisted. Glowering back at the big man. Eyes shooting sparks. \"He is my lover. Period.\"
\"No. He is not.\" Graeme leaned in closer. He glared at Harry. Dark blue eyes meeting green. His nostrils flared. \"King\'s do not take kittens as lovers. They *fuck* kittens.\"
Harry had a horrible thought. \"Are you, and Amrys....are you his lovers?\" He asked uncertainly, praying he was wrong. Graeme\'s chin lifted, his eyes now blazing with fury. His lush, wavy hair fairly crackled with his indignation. His wide mouth was compressed into a flat line of disapproval.
\"That is not for a kitten to worry about. It is sufficient that you know you are not Lucius\' lover. You should get back to your place. Go sleep with the other young-lings. The king will call you when he wants your legs in the air.\" Graeme told him.
\"I don\'t know why Ron thinks you are nice.\" Harry said, slowly. \"You are too angry, vicious. Why should it matter to you if I am his lover? You won\'t claim him as your own, not even when directly asked. I don\'t want your spot, you can keep whatever power trip you are on. I just want a place of my own.\"
\"Idiot, young-ling. Ron likes me because I know how to give him what his body craves. I know how to spread him wide and fuck him deep until he screams. Unlike you, he knows what he is, and he knows what is right. You can\'t have what you are asking for. Get out of our bed. You are disrupting the entire pride.\" Graeme snarled, his voice deepening as he began the preliminary to shifting. His burgeoning fangs clicked. He blinked, not slow and languid, but a refocusing of his predatory attention. Harry felt as if he was being stripped naked, licked, tasted. Fuck! He took another step back from the other man.
Then, part human, part beast, Graeme hissed at Harry and left him standing in the middle of the empty library. And Harry had collapsed with relief into the chair, his knees as sturdy as a bowl of jiggling jello. Fred and George were right, Graeme was definitely one to watch out for. Hot, sexy and terrifying. And a real bastard.
Harry stood. He was going to find Draco, and hash it out at last. He was going to find out what all this shit meant. Why it was impossible to do so damn many things, just \"because\". And why the hell things couldn\'t change. It wasn\'t all written in stone, was it?
He was tired of the confusion. If it didn\'t come with a ready made rule book, if someone couldn\'t hand him one today, he was going to write his own. He was tired of guessing, and being told NO. Bad kitty. Fine. If they thought they\'d seen a bad kitty, they were in for a real surprise. Scowling, Harry shot off in search of Draco.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com