Dragon Hunt

Harry saw the lights of their tower room and soon the dragon had settled onto the balcony. And as Harry slid from his mate’s shoulders, Draco transformed back into a human, though as Harry turned to face him, he noticed that his eyes remained reptilian, the pupils slitted. “Ihhh waaant you, Hhhhharrry,” Draco hissed. He couldn’t wait.

He stood still, shivering with anticipation as Draco divested him of his clothing, piece by piece. “Draco, I—“ His words were cut off by an intense gasp as Draco nipped at the tender skin beneath his ear.

“Ihhh waaant you iin mee, Hhhhharrry,” Draco explained further. Harry nodded and grabbed Draco, gifting him with a deep kiss even as hands fumbled to divest himself of the remainder of his clothing.

He pushed his last piece of clothing from his hips. “Let’s christen our new bed.”

Draco readily agreed, crawling into the soft mattress. He was just about to turn to face Harry when the brunette grabbed his hips holding him in place and placing a gentle kiss on his spine, in a spot he couldn’t help but think of as between his lover’s wings. “I want you like this,” Harry said quietly.

“Anything,” Draco sighed happily.

Harry smiled at the man before him, exposed to him on his hands and knees. He was so beautiful. His skin seemed to still shimmer like his other self’s silver scales. Harry knew that Draco needed to see. He smiled mischievously, glancing at the wall behind him, the one with the huge wardrobe. He stepped back, opening the door and smiling at the mirror before returning to the bed.

Draco was confused when Harry returned to the bed, not behind him, but in front of him, that is until he saw the engorged cock in front of his face. “You want me to suck you off?” he asked, already licking his lips.

Harry chuckled and pulled him up so that they were both on just their knees facing each other. “Maybe later, but right now, I want you to turn around.” Draco glanced over his shoulder, confused, but smiled when he saw his own reflection. “I want you to see how beautiful you are.”

Draco turned fully to see himself in the mirror, on his knees with his mate behind him. Instinctively, Draco spread his legs apart and Harry took the opportunity to move closer, nipping at the base of Draco’s neck. His eyes were still serpentine. “So beautiful,” Harry whispered as he wrapped his arms around Draco and rested his chin on his shoulder. “Do you see?”

“When I’m with you,” Draco agreed, pressing his buttocks back towards the erection behind him. Harry laughed again and began sucking on the skin of Draco’s shoulder and neck while his right hand moved down to stroke Draco’s erection. At the same time, his left moved to tease Draco’s opening. “Pleasssssse,” he hissed.

Harry could hear the need in the purr. He knew that Draco needed this in a way that neither of them understood, but still, he took his time. He entered Draco with only a single finger moving slowly in and out, bending in search of his target. He knew he’d found it when Draco screamed his name. Harry kept up his stoking and gentle pressure, watching in the mirror as Draco flushed a delicate pink from head to toe, sweat making him seem to glow. “So beautiful,” he whispered again. He added a second finger and added slightly more pressure.

Draco reached up, grabbing onto Harry’s hair, keeping the other man tight against his back. “Please!” Draco begged. Harry responded with a third finger and more pressure and was rewarded with his mate crying out his name as he came. Draco was still erupting when Harry pushed himself inside, eliciting groans from them both, indistinguishable from each other.

“Oh gods!” Draco cried, collapsing backwards, being held up by Harry’s arms wrapped around him.

“Look at yourself,” Harry whispered in his ear. Draco’s eyes barely opened, but he managed to see his own debauched self. Harry was driving into him behind creating sensations on the brink of pain. Draco was collapsing backwards, practically sitting on Harry’s lap. It took him a moment to come back to himself and he began moving with his mate, faster, harder, racing each other to the edge again. Harry muffled his own scream of release by biting the back of Draco’s shoulder. Draco screamed his proudly before the pair tumbled backwards wrapped in each others arms.

Harry rolled Draco over so that he could see those beautiful crystal blue eyes. He noted that they were still slitted like a snake’s, like a dragon’s. “You all right?” he panted.

Draco actually giggled. “Better that all right. That was incredible.” He took a moment to pant and gain some semblance of breath. “I needed you, Harry, and you more than delivered.”

“I’m glad I could be of service,” Harry sighed happily, reaching over to run his hand through Draco’s sweaty blond locks. “I love you,” Harry whispered.

“I love you too,” Draco responded sleepily, his eyes beginning to fall closed.

Harry watched him for a long time, studying his mate, marveling in his luck. His sated dragon was drifting off to sleep and he was so beautiful—soft, white skin that shimmered in the dim moon light that lit the room through the numerous windows.


Harry watched that skin, mesmerized by its soft shimmer, its sparkle. It was getting brighter and then Harry saw the scales appear.

“Draco,” Harry said worriedly. He reached over, shaking him.

“Whhhaat?” Draco hissed sleepily.

“Wake up!” Harry said in a panic.

Draco responded to his mate’s tone. His eyes snapped open. They were still slitted. His face had begin to change, his hair shorted. He was starting to change. He recognized it. This was the second time some force other than himself had forced the change and he did not like the sensation. “Harry! I can’t stop it!” he shouted, dragging himself from the bed and towards the French door. “What—“ He pushed open the doors with Harry hot on his heels, but Harry didn’t stand a chance. The moment Draco was outside, the dragon was in the air. He watched him fly, loving the scene as he always did.

But the dragon was not circling. The dragon was flying away, disappearing into the night and Forbidden Forest.