Hybrid Destiny

Chapter 24

Several works passed and Harry no longer bothered with his glamour. He hadn’t seen much point after Lucius proclaimed to the whole class that he was an elf. The only problem Harry encountered during those few weeks occurred when Ron found out that Harry was no longer on the quidditch team. He accused Harry of quitting so that his boyfriend would have an advantage over their team.

Flashback

“Mr. Weasley, you need to hold quidditch try outs soon,” said Professor McGonagall. “You do have a seeker to replace.”

“Why do we need to replace our seeker? The ban Harry was lifted,” he asked, staring at the Professor in confusion.

“Mr. Potter is no longer on the team. You will need to replace him,” she said once again.

“Fine. I’ll post the date on the message board this afternoon,” he said petulantly. Waiting only until McGonagall left the room, Ron stalked to the library where Blaise and Harry were doing homework together. “Okay, you little poof, why did you quit the quidditch team? I beat you quit to give your little boyfriend the advantage this year, right?”

“Ron, what are you talking about?” asked Harry, looking at Ron impatiently.

“Professor McGonagall told me to post tryout times because we have to replace our seeker,” said Ron furiously.

“One- I did not quit the team; Dumbledore told me I couldn’t play. Two- you already have a reserve seeker so why do you have to replace me? And three- even if I had quit, it wouldn’t have been to give Draco the advantage. Now, if you have nothing else to say, I suggest you leave,” said Harry quietly.

“You haven’t heard the last of this. I can’t believe you choose that ferret over your best friend of six years,” muttered Ron.

“I can’t believe my best friend of six years made me choose between him and my mate. I didn’t do this alone; you had your part as well,” said Harry. Ron just turned and stalked out of the library.

End Flashback

Halloween was approaching and Dumbledore had declared that Hogwarts would be celebrating a Halloween festival. All students were encouraged to wear costumes and each house was given a project to complete. The Slytherins designed a haunted house; the Hufflepuffs designed the menu and games; the Ravenclaws decorated the Great Hall; and the Gryffindors picked out the musical entertainment.

Harry was actually excited about the Halloween festival. He had heard Dudley talk about the festivals he’d been to and he was eager to see what it was like. Draco was excited about the haunted house because he wanted to scare the trousers off the students from other houses. He also flat out refused to tell Harry anything about the haunted house.

The day of Halloween started just like any other day, until right before dinnertime. Harry and Blaise were in the library working on their essays as usual when Harry started feeling a little nauseated and flushed. He was burning up.

Blaise saw Harry fidgeting in the seat and pulling at the collars of his robes and shirt. Then he noticed how flushed Harry was and started to worry. When Harry unbuttoned his robe and the first three buttons of his shirt, Blaise asked, “Harry, are you all right? You look a little flushed. Do you want to go to the infirmary?”

“I don’t feel so well, Blaise. I’m burning up and I’m slightly nauseated. I think I will go see Madame Pomphrey. Can you take my bags and tell Draco where I’ve gone?” he asked, swaying on his feet slightly.

“How about I walk you to the infirmary, then go find Draco?” asked Blaise, steadying the elf with a hand to one elbow.

“You might… have…. to,” said Harry, blacking out completely.

Blaise caught him before he fell to the floor and muttered a levitating charm before floating him to the infirmary. “Madame Pomfrey, are you in here?” he called from the doorway.

“What is it?” she asked, rushing into the room. She gasped when she saw Harry floating unconscious in the air. “What happened?”

“We were in the library and I noticed how flushed he looked and asked if he was all right. That was after he unbuttoned his robe completely and the top three buttons of his shirt. He said he was burning up and slightly nauseated. I offered to walk with to the infirmary and he just fainted, so I levitated him here.”

“Well, set him on the bed and go find Draco. I’ll try and find out what is wrong,” she said, running her wand up and down the length of Harry’s body.

Blaise rushed from the infirmary in search of Draco. ‘Okay, today is Tuesday so Draco should be in Ancient Runes. I just hope he hasn’t left yet,’ he thought, running to the fifth floor. He finally reached the door to the Ancient Runes class right as the door opened and students started filling the corridors. He saw the bright blonde hair he was searching for and quickly grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the infirmary.

“Oww. Blaise, are you trying to rip off my arm? Let go,” Draco complained, trying to get Blaise to loosen his grip.

“There’s no time for that. We have to get to the infirmary,” said Blaise, still dragging Draco forcibly down the corridor.

“What? What happened? Is Harry all right?” he asked frantically, rushing down the hall and pulling Blaise this time.

“We were in the library and he just fainted. We don’t know why yet,” said Blaise, following Draco closely. He was just as worried as Draco was. Harry had become his best friend over the last two months.

They burst into the infirmary just as Madame Pomphrey finished her tests. “Well?” asked Draco impatiently. Before Poppy could say anything, Harry stirred and woke up.

“Oh no. How did I get here? And why is it so hot in here?” he asked, fanning his cheeks to cool them off.

“You fainted, Harry. I had to levitate you down here,” said Blaise, sagging with relief now that his friend was awake. Just then Hermione burst into the room, saw Harry, and quickly ran over to the bed.

“Harry, what happened?” she asked frantically.

“Apparently I fainted,” he said wryly. “I haven’t been told why yet.”

“I couldn’t find any reason for you to have fainted, Harry. This may have something to do with elfin or fae physiology and I just don’t have any information on that at the moment,” said Poppy. “I’ll be in my office if you need me. Call immediately if you have any more problems.”

“What happened right before you fainted? I may be able to help. I’ve read every book on elves and fae that I could get my hands on,” said Hermione, looking at Harry expectantly.

“Well, Blaise and I were in the library working on essays and I just started feeling nauseated. I was also burning up. It felt like I was wearing a winter coat on the beach in the middle of summer; that’s how hot I felt. Blaise said I looked flushed and asked if I needed to go to the infirmary, but I fainted before I could go anywhere,” said Harry, looking at Hermione to see if she knew what was wrong with him.

“You came into your inheritance on your birthday, right? July 31st?” she asked. At Harry’s nod, she continued, “Today is October 31st, exactly three months from your inheritance date. Harry, both elves and fae have a quarterly breeding cycle. In other words, every three months, they go into heat for 48 hours. Unless you want to get pregnant at the age of seventeen, I suggest you get a contraceptive potion from Madame Pomfrey because usually about two hours from the time the heat starts, well needless to say Draco’s presence will be required.”

“I’ll go into heat every three months?” he asked incredulously.

“Be thankful. Some creatures are in heat for up to one week of every month. I’d say you got a better bargain,” she said, smiling at the outraged look on his face. “Oh and Draco? You may want to invest in a stamina potion. When I say he will be in heat for 48 hours, I mean a continuous 48 hours, as in no sleep.”

“No sleep for 48 hours? Are you serious?” he demanded, looking over at Harry with disbelief. “There is no way I can stay up for 48 hours straight just to have sex.”

“You really won’t have a choice, Draco. In about, oh an hour, Harry is going to start secreting pheromones and you, as his mate, won’t be able to resist. If you try to avoid him during this time, Harry will probably end up hurting himself,” said Hermione matter-of-factly.

“Madame Pomfrey!” yelled Harry and Draco.

“What? What is it?” she cried, running into the room.

“We need a contraceptive potion,” they said in unison.

“Apparently I’m going into heat. If I don’t get a potion within the next hour, we’ll end up with little Malfoys running around,” said Harry, crossing his arms.

“Hey, I resent that. They would be little elves running around,” said Draco, tilting his nose in the air.

“I don’t think you’re ready for either scenario, so I’ll just go get that potion,” said Poppy, backing away slowly before turning and running from the room.

“What was her problem?” asked Harry, thinking about Poppy’s odd departure.

“She backed away from you like you were about to strike,” said Blaise, smirking at the indignant look that crossed the elf’s face. Harry started pulling at his shirt again and fanning his face.

“Oh, she needs to hurry. I am so hot. The sooner I get to my room, the better,” said Harry, unbuttoning three more buttons on his shirt. Now his shirt was unbuttoned half way down. “I want to go take a cold bath. Draco, can we please leave now?”

Draco had been staring at the bare expanse of his elf’s chest with fascination and didn’t immediately respond. Hermione saw Draco’s reaction and ran into Poppy’s office. “Madame Pomfrey, we need that potion now. Draco’s about to pounce and I would really rather them be in their own room when that happens,” she said, gesturing towards the other room frantically.

Madam Pomfrey grabbed the potion vial and ran back into the other room. Blaise had stepped in front of Draco to keep him away from Harry a little while longer. She quickly gave Harry the vial, which he tossed back with a gulp and a grimace, and ushered them all from the room.

Once out of the infirmary, Draco grabbed his elf’s hand and dragged him to their room. Reaching the portrait, Draco quickly said the password and pushed Harry in. As soon as the door closed, Draco pushed his elf against the door and kissed him hard. Thrusting his tongue in the warm depths, he moaned when Harry sank his hands in the blonde hair to hold his mouth in place.

They quickly pulled off each other’s robes and shirts, all without breaking the kiss. Harry finally pushed Draco back and reached for his belt, quickly undoing it and pulling off the trousers in a hurry. Dropping to his knees, he wrapped a hand around the base of Draco’s cock and lapped at the head kittenishly before running his tongue up and down the underside of the cock in his hand.

Delighting in the groans and pants his lover was emitting, Harry swallowed the head of the shaft before bobbing his head in a smooth up and down motion. Draco grabbed his elf’s hair and involuntarily thrust further into the delectable mouth engulfing him. Using one hand to stroke up and down the base of the shaft, he moved the other hand down to cup to ball sac and press on the sensitive area just behind the sac.

“Oh gods, Harry,” gasped Draco, bucking his hips continuously. “I’m gonna come.”

Harry just removed the hand wrapped around the base of his lover’s shaft, took a deep breath, and swallowed him to the root. Swallowing around the cock at the back of his throat was all it took for Draco to tense and scream as he came. Harry swallowed the seed that splashed into his mouth eagerly before lapping around the softened cock to make sure he had gotten it all. When he finally moved back a few inches, Draco’s knees just collapsed.

“Merlin, Harry. And I have to survive this for 48 hours straight. I’m gonna die,” said Draco hoarsely. He then grabbed his elf and quickly pulled his trousers off. Kissing a path down his mate’s chest, he made sure to pay special attention to the erect nipples by licking and nipping them to redness. He then traveled to his navel and gave it the same attention.

Flipping Harry over onto his stomach, Draco pulled him up on his hands and knees. He kissed a trail down then slender back and hips before moving onto the delectable globes of his arse. Separating the globes, Draco ran the flat of his tongue across the little pucker, gaining a shiver and moan from his elf, before licking and thrusting his tongue into the hole earnestly.

“Draco, please,” cried Harry, pushing his hips back onto the devious little tongue lapping at him. “Fuck me. I need you now.”

Muttering a lubrication spell, Draco quickly prepared his elf, thrusting one, two, then three fingers in rapid succession. When he felt his elf was prepared enough, he thrust his cock into the greedy little hole in one smooth motion ramming right into his prostate. Harry gave a strangled whimper before pushing back firmly. Draco groaned at the tightness surrounding his cock and started thrusting at a fast pace. He was soon pounding into his elf, hitting his sweet spot with every stroke, and making him moan continuously. Reaching around to grasp his lover’s weeping erection, he stroked once, twice, and Harry came with a keening wail, spurting streams of come all over Draco’s hand and the floor.

“Merlin, Harry,” cried Draco, pounding into the clenching three more times before tensing and coming deep into the tight channel. Draco collapsed over Harry’s back. After a moment, he finally pulled out and lay down beside his elf, gasping all the while.

Harry immediately started caressing Draco’s chest, ready for a second round. Draco just groaned and said, “I am going to die.”