Hiss Me, Harry

Chapter Two

Ron walked into his dorm room and sighed when he saw his friend.

“Oi! Harry! You’re curled up again!”

Stomping over to Harry’s bed, Ron flung the covers off the round lump at the head. Sure enough, Harry was in a strange fetal position, wrapped up and around himself. His arm was covering his face and his tail swirled around the whole thing.

“Harry! Wake up!”

A small shiver came before the tail twitch and Ron saw a bit of green eyes peeking over the edge of Harry’s arm. Slowly, Harry began to open up again, his body arching and his back straightening and bowing as he stretched. Finally, he nearly rolled back up again, but watched Ron with unblinking eyes.

“That’s creepy when you do that, you know,” Ron grumbled and flopped down on his own bed. “You’re going to miss breakfast if you don’t chivvy along.”

Harry gave him a slow blink and then smoothly rolled into a sitting position. He’d gotten the hang of not sitting on his own tail, Ron saw.

“What’s for breakfast?” Harry asked after a jaw-cracking yawn.

“What’s for breakfast?” Ron repeated, dumbfounded. “What do ya mean, what’s for breakfast? It’s what’s always for breakfast!”

“Yeah, but do they have the little pancakes or the big ones? I like the little ones better. You don’t have to cut them up,” Harry answered calmly.

“You don’t have to cut them up? When the bleedin’ hell did you get so lazy about food? You stick it in your pie hole and go, eh!” Ron stopped his diatribe when one of Harry’s ears twitched and turned to listen to him. “Er, well... Fine. Be picky, then.” He sighed. “Yeah, they got the little ones today.”

Harry smiled and smoothly got up and started to get ready for the day. Twenty minutes later they were heading down the main staircase.

“Hey, Harry,” Ron started, looking sideways at Harry as they descended. “You, uh, feeling right?”

Still wearing the small smile that he’d had since waking, Harry turned to look at his friend. “Yeah, why?”

“You just seem… I don’t know. Like the, well…” Ron scratched his ear and shrugged. “Well, like the cat that got the cream, I guess.”

Harry’s foot missed the next step and Ron had to quickly grab him before he tumbled down the stairs.

“All right, Harry?”

“Er, yeah,” Harry mumbled. He pulled away from Ron and kept going down the stairs. “Just don’t say something like that, right? It makes me… uncomfortable.”

“Oh. Oh yeah, sorry about that, mate.” Ron scratched at his ear again as they stepped onto the first floor and walked towards the Main Hall. “I’m sure McGonagall will change her mind soon. I’m sure there is a cure and she’s got it. I bet when she thinks we’ve been punished enough, she’ll give it up.”

“Yeah.”

The Main Hall still had a few students who had also elected to stay in bed a bit longer on that Saturday. Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table and began piling their plates up. Colin Creevy offered a cheery hello and goodbye as he finished up and took off for the day’s activities, whatever they may be.

Harry was very pleased when he found the small pancakes and filled his plate with them. Happily munching away, he didn’t feel the dark shadow coming over him at first as a figure blocked the light from the windows.

“Clear off!” Ron barked. “You forget where you belong, Malfoy?”

Harry stopped chewing and his ears immediately went flat against his head.

“Good morning to you too, Weasel. Hasn’t Potter hunted you down and eaten you, yet?” Malfoy asked smoothly, completely unperturbed by Ron’s vitriol.

“No, I hear he likes ferret better!” Ron shot back. Harry reddened where he was and still refused to look behind him.

“Do you, now? Funny, I was thinking the same thing just yesterday,” Draco replied with a chuckle.

Harry’s red face became magenta.

“What do you want, Malfoy? Go away and bother someone else!” Ron growled, angry more at Harry’s silence and immobility than Draco’s annoying presence.

“I’ve come to play with my kitty,” Draco drawled.

Harry stood up with great alacrity and spun to face him. “Piss off, Malfoy!” he hissed, his ears still flat to his head and his tail flicking back and forth in agitation.

“Ah, ah, kitty. That’s no way to speak to me, is it?” Draco asked with a smirk. He tilted his head a bit in Ron’s direction. “Especially when you don’t want the weasel to get hurt.”

Harry looked at Ron and found a wand jabbed into his best friend’s side, courtesy of Zabini. Ron was red in the face with his hands fisted out in front of him in an obvious order to keep away from his own wand.

“Kick his arse, Harry!” Ron hissed.

“You play nice and the weasel here doesn’t end up stripped naked and covered in boils,” Draco offered with a smarmy smirk. He chuckled when he saw Harry glance around him. “If you are looking for any help, you won’t get any. The teachers are in a staff meeting and left the oaf in charge.” Draco nodded at the head table to where Hagrid sat, his head nodding in sleep and his beard slowly sinking into his porridge. “Even if he were to wake up, he wouldn’t be any real help, would he?” Draco continued.

Harry gritted his teeth and his tail flicking increased along with his anger. “You’re a right bastard, Malfoy,” he growled.

“Yes, yes, I know. Now come along, kitten.”

Harry snarled at that and Ron began muttering his own nasty ideas for what Draco was and should do. With a look at Ron, Harry followed behind Draco as the other boy walked out of the Great Hall, leaving his friend to play guard.

They moved through the nearly empty halls, deeper and deeper into the castle. Harry was sure that Draco was leading him as deep into Slytherin territory as he could and was startled when Draco shoved open a door hidden behind a tapestry and bright light spilled out. Cautiously peering around Draco, who was holding the moldering cloth out of the way and waiting for Harry to go through, Harry saw a garden and sunlight.

“I feel like bloody Alice,” he muttered as he carefully went through. The door banging shut behind him was startling and he hoped his tail hadn’t poofed out like the time Seamus had jumped on Harry’s bed unexpectedly in the early morning and scared Harry out of his sleep. “Where are we?” he bit out in an attempt to cover his possibly fluffy tail. He then realized that he had used the word ‘we’ and that irritated him because he never wanted to be a ‘we’ with Malfoy.

“A quiet little place that no one knows I know about,” Draco answered enigmatically as he walked past Harry to stand in the middle of the area. Turning, he waved his hand around the garden. It consisted of a small oval lawn and flowering bushes encircling it that were festooned with purple and green flowers. Towards the back were some smaller plants in rows.

“Why are we here?” Harry demanded.

“Accio wand!”

His mouth open in shock, Harry felt and watched as his wand was ripped out of his clothes to land in Draco’s grasp.

“Well, if it was for a duel, you lose,” Draco said with a bark of laughter. With a whispered word, Draco and Harry’s wands disappeared into thin air. Harry still watched with his mouth hanging open. Why hadn’t he pulled his wand before? What the hell had he been thinking? His wand! His defense! Where the hell were his brains!

“What did you do with it?” Harry yelled. “You better give it back, Malfoy! Right now!”

“Or what?” Draco asked casually.

“Or…” Harry felt really stupid at this point and really had no comeback for that question. He couldn’t leave because Malfoy had his wand. He couldn’t do anything without the wand to get the wand back so… Harry grimaced and glared as he realized he was stuck. Short of running to a teacher to tattle, which was too embarrassing and degrading to think about, he had to play along with whatever Malfoy’s game was. “What do you want?” he snapped out, trying to look angry and nonchalant at the same time.

“Oh, I want a lot of things,” Draco said while he crossed his arms and smirked. Harry wondered if maybe Malfoy’s lips were actually deformed and the near permanent smirk was really a birth defect. “For one, I want to know where you put your collar.”

“I threw it away, you prick!”

Draco clicked his tongue in a reproving manner. “Not nice, kitty. Fortunately, I thought to get you another, even better than the last.” Draco pulled a collar from his sleeve and brandished it at Harry with utter glee. Harry glared hard.

“You might as well put it on yourself, Malfoy, because it is not coming anywhere near me!”

“You do know how to issue a sterling challenge, don’t you?”

Those words were all it took for Harry to spin towards the door. He ran for it but came up short at a blank brick wall. Damn it! There was a split second in which he felt Malfoy behind him before he turned on his heel and dodged the hands reaching for him. He pushed hard at Draco’s shoulders, sending him stumbling away as Harry took off at a run for the other side. There had to be something he could use as a weapon. Or maybe there was another exit.

“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” Draco sung.

“Go to hell, you stupid sod!” Harry ran past the hedges and into the neat rows of plants. He came up against the other brick wall and looked up. He could see the blue sky at least six meters above, but no windows, ledges, or anything of use at all. Damn it! He spun around to watch for his tormentor and to look for anything he could use.

Malfoy was walking casually towards him with a smug grin on his face and the stupid red collar dangling from his fingertips. Harry was mortified when he actually hissed at him and watched the grin become a smile. Looking down, Harry desperately began grabbing at the plants, pulling the tallest ones out to use as a weapon. He brandished the things at Malfoy. “Get the hell away from me, you nutter!” he shouted.

Draco stopped walking and crossed his arms, the little tag on the collar glinting as he held it at his elbow. “Are you going to beat me with some herbs, kitty?”

“Quit calling me that!”

“Right, then. Shall I call you ‘puss’ instead?”

“Open the door, Malfoy! Now!”

Draco smirked even more, the prat. “No, no, I still have some training to do. See, I need to tame my new feral pet. But first you need your collar on. That way if you run off, the person who finds you can return you to my arms. I mean, what if you were to get stuck up a tree again?”

“Go to hell! This isn’t funny and is actually quite sick!” Harry snapped out. His nose twitched and his hand gripped tightly to the greenery in his hand. “Open the door now, Malfoy! Everyone is going to hear about how mad you are, you know!”

“Will they? Well, I am sure I will be forgiven my affinity for my new pet. Look how people moon over their owls. And those birds can’t even do the tricks that you can, right, kitty?” Draco asked with a lascivious grin and the memory of the dark niche in his eyes.

Harry stepped back and brought the plant in his hand to his face. “Bastard! You tell anyone about that--!”

“You’ll what? Deny it?” Draco jumped in.

“Damn right I will!” Harry shouted and bit at the delicious leaves. “And then I’ll report you to St. Mungo’s as an escapee from the fourth floor!”

“Will you?” Draco asked slowly as he watched Harry nibble on the leaves. “Will you really?” He stepped closer and Harry stepped back until he bumped against the wall as he rubbed a bit of the stem across his chin and cheek. Glancing down at the head of the rows, Draco smiled and looked back up at Harry. “You know you are holding Napeta Cataria, don’t you?”

“What?” Harry asked, nonplussed as he breathed deeply of the leaves under his nose. He was starting to calm down a bit and wasn’t as angry. Probably because Malfoy wasn’t being so antagonistic anymore. That was good. He felt good and didn’t want to harsh that by being mad. Yeah, being angry was crap. He’d rather just smile and be happy.

“Catnip,” Draco stated suddenly.

“What?” Harry asked again, not sure what Draco was talking about.

Draco laughed. “You’re holding catnip in your hand there. You’re chewing on it now.”

“Catnip?” Harry looked down at the mashed leaves and stems.

Draco kept laughing. “You’re standing in a clump of it.”

“I am?”

“Yes. There is Catnip, Valerian, White Willow, Skullcap, and Devil’s Claw. It’s a medicinal herb garden. You’re standing in a clump of analgesics.”

“What now?”

Draco shook his head. “Stuff that makes you feel better.”

“Oh, right.” Harry nodded and rubbed a bit of a leaf over his lips.

“In the case of cats, though,” Draco continued. “Catnip also works as an aphrodisiac.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “How weird.”

“Very.” Draco suddenly moved forward and grabbed Harry hard. He shoved his leg between Harry’s and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “How do you feel, Harry?”

Harry groaned as the thigh between his legs rubbed against his crotch.

“You’re purring,” Draco murmured huskily. “You happy, kitty? You want more? The effects only last for a few minutes, so we might want to hurry.”

“Yeah…” Harry felt hands tugging at his jeans, the waistband became loose and then he felt his tail unkink as the trousers fell around his ankles. He was being urged to lie down in the dirt, but Harry didn’t mind because it felt good to lie next to the sweet smelling plants and feel their furry leaves against his ever-increasing bare skin.

“Almost forgot.” Draco stopped shrugging out of his shirt to lean forward and wrap something around Harry’s throat. Occupied with biting at the leaves next to his head and rubbing and enjoying the feel of the soil under him, Harry didn’t flinch as the buckle closed. “There we are. Right as rain, that.” Draco grinned and, with both hands now free, finished undoing his own trousers and pushing them down to his thighs. “On your knees, puss,” Draco sung out and Harry was pulled up and over. A touch at the base of his tail made him lift his hips up for more contact. And then… then… What was he doing?

“Stop!” Harry gasped as hands touched his intimate places. He bolted forward, crawling away as fast as he could with his feet caught in his jeans.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Draco’s hands grabbed at Harry’s thighs and pulled him back and down. Harry swung backwards, trying to hit and free himself at the same time. He dug up more of the plants and beat them over his shoulder to get the larger boy off of him. But then he fell still and lay in the soil quietly.

Draco panted in his ear. “That is a great little feature you come with, Potter.” His hand squeezed a bit tighter on Harry’s nape. “Now, seems that the catnip wore off. Unfortunate. But we are so close, wouldn’t you like to finish?” He pushed his hand through the soft soil and began massaging Harry’s private bits as he spoke. “I can make you feel good, kitty.”

“Get off me,” Harry ground out. He hated this complete loss of control over his own body. If he could just move… “Ahh!” he cried out as Draco twisted a bit at the head of his cock.

“Told you I could make you feel good,” Draco said with a chuckle. His hand kept moving, kept torturing Harry until Harry was rock solid and in a fair amount of need. “Now do you want to continue?” Draco asked knowingly.

“No! You… Stop it!” Harry shouted and then moaned as Draco moved to his scrotum.

“Stop? Oh, but that wouldn’t be any fun, would it?” Draco asked. His hand moved through Harry’s legs and traced up between the buttocks and to the base of the tail. Harry bit off another moan as his tail was stroked and the base of it was squeezed. Harry dearly wanted to raise his rump in the air. It was like a sneeze tickling his nose: something he wanted to do so badly and yet his body wouldn’t cooperate. “You want more, don’t you, kitty?”

“Nnn…”

“Come on. You know you want it. No one will know. It’s just you and me here. It’s perfectly all right to give in and let me make you feel good.”

“Uuhhh…”

A finger dipped back down and prodded gently at something Harry didn’t want to think about. But, Merlin! How did that feel so good? Without meaning to, without thought, Harry whimpered, “Please…”

“Good kitty!” Draco praised and disappeared from Harry’s ear. The weight lifting off of him and the scrape of teeth against Harry’s rear was his only warning before a tongue replaced the finger.

“Ah! Nnn…” Harry slammed his forehead down against his folded forearms and bit his lip at the overwhelming sensations assailing him. The tongue swirled and laved and dipped and burrowed and did more things than Harry had verbs for. It went on forever and made Harry nearly insane.

“Keep purring, kitty.” Draco finally rose up and Harry cried out at the loss of the tongue. “Shhh… I’m giving you a treat, puss.”

There was something… No, Draco was… “Oh Merlin!” The stretching was unbelievable! Harry waited for any pain, but there was nothing but this amazing feeling of fullness and heat. Such heat! The heat soon rested against the back of his thighs as Draco went as deep as he could. And Harry rose up as high as he could to get as much inside him as possible.

“Good kitty, very good,” Draco grunted and then started to take that fullness away. Harry came up on his hands and pushed back, chasing after what he wanted. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get it all.” Draco chuckled and was as good as his word. Surging back inside, he made Harry yowl and dig his fingers into the dirt. Harry couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this real? Was he actually having sex with Draco Malfoy? It had to be some really weird dream...it had to be!

Draco set up a smooth pace, slow and steady. He kept up his patronizing words that somehow made Harry feel… He didn’t know how he felt, but fantastic and wanting more were at the top of the list. And then, Draco brushed against something inside Harry that made Harry grunt and slam his hips back hard into Draco, nearly making Draco fall backwards.

“Did I find it?” Draco chuckled and suddenly Harry was being pulled up and onto Draco’s thighs. “Go ahead, kitty. Do it.”

Letting instinct guide him, Harry began moving up and down in Draco’s lap. He went up too high and Draco slipped from his body and he moaned at the loss. But Draco quickly pulled Harry back, guiding himself inside again. “Takes practice, but you’ll get the hang of it. It’ll be the second trick I train you to do, eh, puss?” Harry ignored the words and instead concentrated on the sensations. It was even easier to do because Draco’s hands were all over him: playing with his cock, playing with his nipples, slipping fingers inside his mouth. Harry began picking up the pace, desperate for the release Draco was taunting him with. He heard Draco’s breathing get heavier and quicker. “Faster, move more,” Draco grunted out as one of his hands began stroking Harry with intent and the other grabbed Harry by the hip, guiding him to a rapid pace.

He felt lost, tied up inside his body and Harry grabbed at Draco’s arms; not in a halting motion but in a desperate and maddening attempt to anchor himself. He was making strange guttural noises as he panted and bounced on Draco’s thighs. His inner muscles clamped down hard on Draco, causing the blond to bite at Harry’s shoulder. Every sensation was intense and cutting. The place where Draco was tingled and seemed to want to swallow Draco whole. His stomach burned but in a pleasant way and his heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest. And his cock was screaming for every little touch from Draco.

Harry felt it hit before his mind had a chance to understand what was happening. His muscles clamped down and he gasped for air, feeling as if he was dying and yet never wanting it to end and wanting more and more and more. Draco suddenly surged upwards and bit at Harry’s shoulders again, muffling his groan in Harry’s bruised flesh as he came.

They fell forward after their bodies released them from the muscle spasms. Harry felt like a fish, gasping desperately for air. He could hear his heart in his ears but could not distinguish one beat from the next, so fast it was beating. Gradually, the air cooled and his lungs felt as if they had gotten enough while his heart slowed to a normal thump-thump. Harry opened his eyes to see the white and purple-speckled flowers lying beside him.

“Don’t let this go to your head,” Draco said from behind him. “But that was the best shag I’ve ever had.”

Harry rolled over and punched Draco right in the gut.