Emeralds at Dawn

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No Longer Normal

Draco stood outside his mother’s bedroom door, forehead pressed against the cool wood, listening to her sobs within. She had not taken the news of his ‘change’ well, not well at all, and neither did his father. Lucius was downstairs, pacing his study, contemplating how he should handle this disaster. He worried over the reaction of the Dark Lord when he found Draco no longer wore the Dark Mark and what this would mean for his family.

“Mother…” Draco croaked against the door. He hated hearing her upset. Narcissa rarely had crying fits; she was usually far too composed for that.

“Go away,” she sobbed. “You are not my son.”

“Mother, of course I am. I will always be your son,” Draco sighed, wearily. He felt he could easily push the door in with his new strength, but he didn’t want to scare his mother further. He wished she would calm enough so that they could have some sort of rational discussion about this.

His eye was caught by someone emerging from his bedroom further down the hallway.

Blaise.

“Sorry,” Blaise began. “I tried knocking on the front door, but no one is answering. Your window was open, so I…”

“It’s fine,” Draco replied, frowning with the stress weighing him down. “My parents have fucking flipped.”

Blaise’s eyes shifted to Narcissa’s door, hearing her crying within. He nodded and added, “My mother didn’t take it so well, either.”

“Did she throw you out?”

Blaise shook his head. “No, she left the house and said she would find someone to help me. She told me not to step outside because she would die if anyone found out about this. But, of course, I didn’t stay,” Blaise grinned, shrugging. “Do you realize how much faster I can move now? I didn’t need to climb to your window or use my broom. I leapt up to the balcony! I feel fucking incredible.”

Draco frowned deeper. “I’m glad you are enjoying the ruination of our lives, Blaise. My father is down there muttering about me no longer being the Malfoy heir because I won’t be able to have human children.”

Blaise face grew sober. “Sorry to hear that.” He listened quietly, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized that he could hear Lucius muttering as well from his study downstairs. “My Gods! My hearing is bloody fantastic!”

“Piss off,” Draco grumped, pushing past Blaise and striding to his room.

Blaise followed behind. “I’m sorry, Draco. I’m not trying to be insensitive. I’ll shut my mouth, all right?”

Draco stopped before his door, turning to look at Blaise miserably. “I feel it, too, Blaise, the strength, the power – but everything else is in the shitter right now. My mother, my father, they…”

Blaise put his hand on Draco’s shoulder, leaning in closer. “I understand. And… I think your parents will understand too, eventually. It’s all just new right now.”

The blonde’s eyes fell quickly on the hand squeezing his shoulder and then dropped to his feet. “Stop,” he whispered, unable to meet Blaise’s eyes.

“Stop what?”

“That… this…” Draco stumbled. “You’re too close, Blaise.” He stepped backwards, forcing the hand to drop from his shoulder.

Blaise’s eyes traveled the length of Draco, noticing the definite bulge in his friend’s trousers. Yes, Draco was feeling it too, he was sure. Something was here, something that made them more aware of one another, some energy that tingled and soared within when they touched and made them want to touch more.

Perhaps, it was part of being Ryuu.

Blaise swallowed, and then laughed, shrugging. “All right, keep your distance.” He walked pasted Draco and into his friend’s bedroom, flopping down on the chaise lounge and relaxing while Draco wearily followed him in.

“So, are we going to go get our books and such? School starts in a few days,” Blaise asked, as if nothing had just happened between them.

“School? Are you bloody serious? You think we should go there looking like this? What the fuck is wrong with you, Blaise?”

“The lady dragon said we should finish our educations, according to those Ryuu. It’s our last year, Drake. Why quit now? Besides, I’m looking forward to showing up those morons. Imagine how much more powerful and clever we will be. We’ll make Granger look like an imbecile.”

Draco smiled for the first time in days, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “Might be a little fun,” he conceded.

OOOOOO
When Mrs. Weasley first laid eyes on Harry and Ron, she was angry – angry that the two boys had made her stay up late, waiting and worrying for them. Mr. Weasley and the twins had left hours before to search, fearing that it was a case of foul play. When the front door clicked open, she had been at the sink, filling her cauldron for the morning.
“Mum,” she heard Ron say.

She turned about, hands on her hips as the boys came in. “What! Where have you been? I have been worried sick for the both of you. Arthur and the boys are out searching for you and here you are, playing around with glamours and getting everyone in a tizzy.”

Harry and Ron stood just inside the door, looking confused.

“Mrs. Weasley,” Harry began. “You see…, this isn’t a glamour…”

“Mum, something bad happened to us,” Ron blurted. “We were changed…”

Molly frowned. “You’re not funny, Ronald. Now the both of you change back to normal and get cleaned up. I’ll warm you up something to eat and when your father gets back, well, you better believe there will be some consequences for this!”

“Mum!” Ron snapped. “Listen to me. We were changed to dragon people by other dragon people called Ryuu. We don’t know how to change back.”

Just then they heard a gasp as Ginny walked into the room, stopping with her hand over her heart. “My Gods! Harry? Ron?” She looked from one to the other before her eyes held Harry’s, dilating with a strange emotion. “Oh…” she sighed, almost absentmindedly.

A moment later, Arthur, Fred and George walked in the door, staring in amazement at the sight before them.

Hours later, everyone at the Burrow had heard Harry and Ron’s story, questioning them as to all the details, pondering who they might know that could possibly be of help. Arthur and Molly began compiling a list of magical creature specialists that they knew who might hopefully know how to reverse the transformation. They composed a letter to Dumbledore, informing him of the situation and asking him for any information they might be able to use.

“I’ll ask around at the Ministry, as well,” Arthur stated. “Don’t worry boys, someone, somewhere, must have the answers we need.”

Harry glanced at Ron, who looked glum. He knew Ron was feeling the lack of hope, as was he. Harry tried to avoid the eyes of the others on him, particularly Ginny’s. She had been strangely quiet and Harry could hear her breathing as well as her increased heartbeat with his acute senses. It was obvious she was very turned on by his appearance and Harry surmised that all Ryuu seemed to have this problem as he remembered the others in the cave.

But Harry had been staying at the Burrow most of the summer, save a week at the Dursleys, and during this time he had been sneaking snogging sessions with Ginny whenever they had a moment to be alone. It was quite a strange relationship. Neither of them wanting anyone to find out their secret passion, and, perhaps, it was the sneaking around that made it even more exciting.

However, even with their kisses in dark corners, Ginny had never looked this way at him – like she wanted something else entirely, something more. He couldn’t bear to meet her lusty gaze, as he shifted his eyes in avoidance. Why couldn’t she see how obvious she was being? Didn’t she care that her family was there? Surely they’d put Harry out in the shed for the night if they did see her face.

Suddenly the sound of a chair scrapping the floor broke Harry’s thoughts and Mrs. Weasley rose out of her seat, stretching her back a bit. “I think everyone needs to get a bit of rest. Tomorrow we’ll send all our inquiries…”

Harry swallowed nervously as Mrs. Weasley stood behind him, rubbing his back with one hand. “You boys have been through a lot. You must be tired.”

Harry stood up quickly, moving toward the stairs. “Yes, I’m very tired. Goodnight.”

Ron stood as well, looking after Harry and wondering about his abrupt departure. “All right then, goodnight,” he said, kissing his mother on the cheek.

She patted his cheek in return. “Goodnight, dear. Don’t worry about a thing. Your father and I will do everything we can.”

OOOOOO

When Ron walked into his room that he was sharing with Harry, Harry was already striped to his boxers and about to get into his bed. Ron had to turn away, feeling uncommonly strange all of the sudden at the sight of Harry’s Ryuu-enhanced body. He lifted his own shirt over his head as he said over his shoulder, “You all right? You left kind of suddenly.”

“It’s hard being around others,” Harry replied, crawling into bed. “The way they stare…”

Ron shrugged, getting into his own bed and forcing himself not to look at Harry lying in the bed across the room. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was looking at Harry bothering him so much? He never cared before. Maybe it was because they were Ryuu now and looking at Harry reminded him of how he now looked. Yeah, that must be it!

“We’ll find a way out of this, Harry. Dumbledore should know something,” Ron replied, turning on his side, away from the view of Harry. “Hey, do you think Ryuu even fucking sleep?”

He heard Harry’s sexy chuckle. “I have no idea,” Harry replied. “Guess we’ll find out.”

There came a soft knock on the door and the words, “Harry, can I talk to you?”

Ginny.

Harry got out of bed, and opened the door, peering through. “Yeah?”

Ginny’s hungry eyes traveled over his bare chest and boxers as she bit her bottom lip in excitement.

“What is it?” Harry prompted, wanting to shut the door. Ginny was being a bit too bold. He could hear the rest of the Weasleys downstairs – clear as a bell.

“Um…, Harry, I…” Ginny began, stepping closer to him.

As Harry backed away, Ginny flung herself onto his chest, squishing her breasts against him as she grabbed his firm biceps.

“Ginny, no!” Harry snapped, moving his hands up to set her back from him.

But Harry did not realize his own strength until Ginny’s body flung across the hall and hit the wall. He immediately went to her with an expression of shocked remorse. “Ginny, I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean…”

But Ginny held up her hands in defense, her eyes welling with tears and her back and head aching with pain from the blow. “Don’t hurt me!” she wailed.

“Ginny, I won’t, I won’t,” Harry held his hands up. “Gods, I’m sorry. I didn’t know I would be so strong…”

Ron had now come out behind Harry. “What is going on?” he grumped.

Ginny looked at her brother, shaking her head, unwilling to accuse Harry of anything. “Nothing, nothing happened.” She turned and ran into her own room, slamming the door.

“Harry?” Ron prompted. “What was that about?”

Harry bowed his head, rubbing his temples with one hand. “Ron, we are too strong. We can’t touch regular people.”

“What are you talking about?

Harry went back into the bedroom. “Ron, try and move your bed – just a few centimeters, very lightly.

Ron went to his bed and placed his hands on the edge, giving it a normal push. The bed tilted on its side and slammed into the wall with great force. “Bloody hell,” Ron exclaimed as he realized what this meant.

“Understand now, Ron?” Harry asked. “We can’t touch humans – at least not with any amount of momentum.”

OOOOOO

Harry lay restless in bed. After the fiasco with Ginny, he couldn’t stop wondering how much his life would be different from now on. How would they ever return to school like this? What if he bumped into someone while walking to class? Would it kill them?

He lay staring at Ron’s bare back across the room as the red-head pretended to sleep. Harry knew Ron must be having as much trouble sleeping as he was. Maybe they really didn’t need sleep anymore.

Harry’s eyes followed the gentle lifting of Ron’s shoulders as he breathed. His gaze swept down the smooth skin on Ron’s back to his tapered waist. One thing was for certain – Ron’s hotness meter went up 100 percent since the transformation. Not that Ron was bad before, but… now, Gods!

As Harry was having these thoughts, his improved hearing picked up the sound of a door opening in the hallway outside his room and gentle feet making their way closer.

Harry sighed. It had to be Ginny again. What was he to do?

When she quietly opened the door, Harry shut his eyes and pretended to sleep. He heard her come into the room and quietly shut the door behind her. Then he heard her say, “Silencio,” and figured that was directed towards Ron. Harry’s pulse sped up as he knew Ron was not really asleep and had but to turn and look.

Harry could her feet stop next to his bed and smell the scent of her skin and hair. He hardened instantly.

“Harry,” she said. “Harry.”

He slowly opened his eyes as if he had been sleeping for awhile. “Ginny?”

She only smiled and opened the front of her robe, letting it drop to the floor. She was completely nude, grinning a bit bashfully as Harry stared at all her private bits.

Harry shifted uncomfortably on the bed so his erection wouldn’t be so apparent. “Are you mad?” he hissed, turning to look at Ron. Ron still had his back to them. “Ginny, I can’t touch you. I won’t hurt you again.”

She shook her head. “You won’t, Harry. I have it all figured out. Listen, put your hands behind your head and keep them there. Just lie still and let me do all the work.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All they had done was snog all summer. Now she wanted to do what? Have sex? Weren’t they skipping a few steps here?

“Ginny…”

“Shhhhh…., Harry, please, just do it. You’ll like it, I promise.”

Harry looked at her small firm breasts in the moonlight and her small thatch of curls down below. Gods yes, he wanted it. But… could they? If he hurt her again, he could never forgive himself.

Like a trance, Harry found himself slipping his hands behind his head as he watch Ginny come nervously closer.

“Now, keep your hands there and hold still,” she smiled. Ginny pulled the sheet down past Harry’s feet before slipping her fingers into his waistband and sliding his boxers down.

Harry grinned when his enhanced cock came into view, knowing he must look very fucking good and finding his thoughts confirmed by Ginny’s appreciative expression.

“You’re so… big,” Ginny marveled. She seemed even more excited as she climbed on the bed and straddled Harry’s hips, putting her cool hands on his chest.

Harry gasped when her wet sex touched him, thinking that nothing ever felt this good. He longed to grab her and turn them over, fuck her into the bed long and hard. His hands shook under his head and he had to grasp his hair tightly to keep from moving.

“Fuck, Ginny,” he hissed. He glanced over at Ron’s bed again, thinking that Ron’s back looked tenser than before. But as Ginny took hold of his cock, he forgot his friend and watched as she rose on her knees, positioning him at her entrance. “Ginny, are you sure…?” he rasped. “I’m probably too big.”

Ginny softly laughed. “Oh, Harry, I’m not a virgin,” she said, sliding down onto his length.

“What!” Harry exclaimed. Now that was a surprise. She had always acted virginal around him. It was one of the reasons he had been taking it so slow with her this summer. “Who?” He grunted, scrunching his face in pleasure as she began to move on his stiff cock, using him like a sex toy. She was tight, hot, wet…

“Why Michael and Dean, of course,” she replied, matter-of-factly. “You remember they were my boyfriends. And, well, I did give Neville a quick shag after the Yule Ball. But I don’t really count him since it was only once.”

Her breathing became heavy as she lifted and rocked herself on Harry, enjoying his big stiffy.

Harry didn’t have time to be shocked at her confession as he was also enjoying the feel of her hot pussy swallowing him.

“Oh, Harry,” Ginny moaned. “You are like a God now. My God, my Harry… mmmmm… fucking you, Harry, fucking you forever…”

Harry watched her breasts bounce, wishing his could touch, lick and taste all the wonders of her body. When her motions sped up, Harry clenched his teeth. He wanted to fucking bite her. Yeah… sink his teeth in her, fuck, fuck, fuck her…

Merlin the thoughts he was having. Dangerous. He was dangerous. She had to stop…

“Ginny,” he groaned. But he couldn’t say the rest. He couldn’t tell her to stop. He wanted it. He wanted her sweet cunt right where it was.

“Oh, Harry,” she shuddered, beginning to shake as her orgasm hit hard.

Harry could feel her walls gripping his cock, pulsing on him, and he didn’t want it to end. “Fuck! Yes!” he exclaimed, hoping he’d cum too. He felt that he might… but, he needed more. He wanted to grab her hips and keep fucking her, fuck her until he filled her, but he knew it might kill her.

Harry growled in frustration as Ginny slowed, a languid smile on her face from her own release. “So, good, Harry. Do you think I could kiss you? Lay still and let me kiss you.”

Harry was still panting with need and angry that she had stopped already. But he held still for her as she carefully lay on his chest and pressed her lips against his. Then she smiled against his mouth, purposely squeezing the walls of her pussy around him. “Oooo, Harry, you are still hard,” she said, playfully.

“What are you going to do about it?” Harry grinned, wickedly.

She smiled, cocking one eyebrow. “Guess I’ll have to keep going.”

Harry stiffened when he heard another door opened in the hall outside. “Someone’s coming,” he hissed.

Ginny’s eyes widened and she quickly slipped off of him, hiding in the small clothes cupboard near the bed.

Harry pulled the sheet up his body and closed his eyes, feigning sleep again. He heard the door softly opened and another voice say, “Silencio,” toward Ron again.

Cocking one eye open, he noticed George was stepping quietly up to his bed. “George?” Harry whispered. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry,” George smiled, nervously. “Everything is right.”

Oh, fuck. Did George want to shag him too? Merlin’s balls! Was this what life was to be like from now on - everyone wanting to crawl into bed with him? “George…”

“Shhhh… Harry,” George cut in. “You should know… I want you.”

“You’re gay?” Harry asked, surprised.

“Yeah, though, you’re the first one I’ve told,” he replied. “I think you might be too, Harry.” George shrugged. “I’m not sure, of course. But… I want to try something with you. We don’t have to tell anyone. If you don’t like it, then I’ll leave you alone. All right, Harry?”

Harry thought of Ginny in the cupboard and Ron on the other side of the room. “I don’t think…”

But George had already sat down on the edge of Harry’s bed, pulling Harry’s sheet down.

Harry was afraid to shove him away, knowing that he could damage him if he did. So he held still and said, “George, you shouldn’t…”

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” George grinned, noting Harry’s boxers were pulled down to his ankles already and his cock still standing at attention. “You naughty boy. What have you been doing? I think you need some help with that.”

Harry’s breath came rushing out as George wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping him deliciously. Gods!

When George’s face bent toward his throbbing knob, Harry’s eyes opened wide, remembering Ginny had just been riding that. “You really shouldn’t do… ungh… ungh…” That felt fucking fantastic. George sucked cock like an expert. Fuck!

A door opened in the hall again. Harry’s heart slammed in his chest. “Hide! Someone’s coming,” Harry hissed.

George immediately stood, taking a step toward the cupboard.

“No! Not there!” Harry panicked, remembering Ginny inside. “Under the bed.” This was a nightmare.

George dove and rolled under Harry’s bed as the door clicked open again. Harry had forgotten to pull the covers up this time as he shut his eyes and pretended to sleep. He realized too late that his cock was standing straight in the air as he lay on his back. Damn this fucking Ryuu cock!

He heard someone swallow and say a breathy, “Silencio,” to poor Ron.

That voice! Oh, Gods, Harry thought, not…

He felt the side of his bed dip down as someone sat on the edge. Then a cool hand slid on his thigh. “Harry…,” Mrs. Weasley whispered.

Harry rolled off the other side of the bed, stumbling as he tried to stand with the boxers around his ankles. “That’s it!” he snapped. “You’ve all gone mad.”

Harry’s face turned toward the open window, and with unnatural speed and grace he leapt through, sailing to the ground at a good distance and took off running.

Mrs. Weasley stood, striding to the window. “Harry, dear, come back. What’s the matter?” she called.

“I’ll tell you the matter,” Ron said behind her, startling his mother as she jumped and faced him. “Come out from the bed and closet you two,” Ron said, angrily. Ginny and George slowly came from their hiding places.

Mrs. Weasley’s face grew shocked. “What’s going on?”

Mr. Weasley now stepped into the room. “What’s all the yelling about? Is something wrong? Where’s Harry?”

“He left,” Ron growled. “Cause everyone in this family has been trying to fuck him!”

Mrs. Weasley gasped. “Ronald Weasley, how dare you say such filth!”

“Oh, filth, is it?” Ron retorted. “I’ve got news for all of you. ‘Silencio’ doesn’t work on Ryuu.”

George and Ginny paled as they realized Ron had heard all. They looked at one another as well. “You!” they both cried, angry.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Ginny yelled. “How could you!”

Mr. Weasley stared at his family in shock. What in Merlin’s name was going on?

Molly looked at her husband. “I only came to speak with him, Arthur, I promise.”

Ron went to the window and scanned the horizon. He was surprised at how well he could see at night, and how far. He spotted a lone figure on a distant hill and he knew it was Harry. Ron climbed onto the sill, turning to look at his family once more. “I’m going to him. None of you better follow.” He looked at Ginny and George angrily. “Tonight I found out that my brother is a poof and my sister is a slag.” His eyes shifted to his mother. “Jury is still out on you, woman.”

Molly gasped. “How dare you!”

Arthur was looking at Ginny’s aghast face. “I’m a virgin, Dad! I would never…”

“Go to your room!” Arthur barked, pointing toward the door. “You, too,” he ordered George.

Ginny and George left while Molly pouted, her arms crossed, glaring angrily at Ron.

Ron ignored her as he addressed his father. “Sorry, Dad, I hate to leave you with this mess, but I got to find Harry. I don’t think we should stay here. Being Ryuu is making everyone wonky around us. It’s probably better this way.”

“But where will you two go?” Arthur worried. “We are waiting for the answers to the letters I sent out tonight…”

“We’ll be in contact. I don’t know - we’ll find somewhere to go for now,” Ron said.

Molly scooped up their robes and boots and handed the bundle to Ron. “Here, you’ll need to keep warm,” she grumped, still upset.

Ron took the items and muttered a soft, “Thanks.”

“Wait!” Arthur said, hurrying from the room and returning with his small coin pouch. “Take some money. Get a room in town, at least until school starts. Use the rest for your books and such.”

Ron’s face fell, and he looked at the ground, wondering if Hogwarts was even an option anymore. “Thanks, Dad, I’ll pay you back someday.”

He leapt from the window and his parents watched amazed as Ron aptly landed on two feet with ease. Ron looked up at them once more, waved, and ran off toward the hills.

Then Molly burst into tears. Arthur embraced her, holding her to his chest as she sobbed. “Oh, Arthur, we’ve lost him. We lost a son.”

OOOOOO

A/N He he he, that was a lot of fun to write. Hope you enjoyed it too. Let me know…

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