Moonlight Sonata

Wow, guys. Thanks for all the reviews. They really made my day, especially since I can't keep the pain killers down. Ack. So here's an update. It's short. The next one will be longer, I promise. This scene just didn't need to be long. Let me know what you think.


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The next month passed quickly for Harry. His days were filled with his work as an auror in the new division specially created to manage and police the relations between magical creatures and wizarding society. Though he loved his job, it put him in a rather uncomfortable situation with some very unpredictable people, one of whom was pacing in his and Ron’s office at that very moment.

“What do you mean the Incubi and Succubi can’t feed off muggles? That’s positively preposterous! They’ve been an important food source to us for centuries!”

“Malfoy, be reasonable. Muggles have no idea what you are and thus cannot defend themselves if your kind gets out of control.”

“That’s the point, Potter! They’re easy prey. All we have to do is seduce them! We don’t have to strain to control ourselves. They’re lowest on the food chain. It’s not our fault they have no defenses whatsoever against predators. This makes muggles are excellent food for us, especially our young ones who haven’t been feeding in this manner for very long.”

Ron was out of his chair and in Malfoy’s face before the Incubus finished his statement. “Well it’s about bloody time your people learned some control. Ten muggles dead in the last week because your kind couldn’t keep it in their pants!”

“Ron, please, sit down. Malfoy, wizards provide just as good if not better ‘food’ for your kind, and many are very willing to share their energy in exchange for the pleasure you offer. All it takes is a simple conversation. The feeding on muggles has to stop, or we’ll start throwing your people in Azkaban.”

“That’s a death sentence!”

“Then teach your people some control!”

Grey eyes flashing, the blond retaliated. “You’re one to talk, Potter, showing up at that magical creatures meeting reeking of werewolf spunk. You couldn’t even be bothered to take the time to clean up after the canine.”

Harry flushed and tried to sink further into his chair as Malfoy encroached on his personal space. In a desperate bid to save face in front of Ron, he denied everything. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Malfoy.”

Malfoy leaned over and pressed his lips to Harry’s ear. “You may be able to lie to Weasley about this, but you can’t lie to me. I smelled him on you. You still reek of him even though I can tell he hasn’t been to visit you in any form since the full moon.” Malfoy buried his nose in Harry’s neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell divine even with the taint of wolf. Did you like being pounded into, playing the submissive? Is it just play, Potter, or do you want to live the life of a submissive?”

Having had enough, Weasley grabbed Malfoy by the shoulders and pulled him off his friend. “That’s enough of your foul tongue. Out before I send you to Azkaban for using your Incubus magic on the unwilling.”

Malfoy straightened his clothes and started to leave, though, before he passed through the door, he turned and offered a parting shot. “If you ever want to bottom to a real man, give me a call, Potter.” And with that he was gone.

“The man’s a bloody menace, he is. You all right there, Harry?”

Harry took a deep breath, desperately trying to pull himself back together and to will away the erection Malfoy’s words had conjured. Damn him for bringing up the memories of that night.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Git just hits all the wrong nerves is all.”

Ron chuckled. “Yeah, I know.” Settling himself on the corner of Harry’s desk, the red head’s face went serious.

“Was he telling the truth, mate?”

“About what?” Harry flushed, knowing where this was heading and fearing the inevitable rejection of his friend but knowing he couldn’t lie about it.

“About you and a werewolf. I remember walking in the next morning. The room smelt of sex, and you had toys everywhere. You had that just shagged look about you as well. So was it really a werewolf, or was it a bloke and Malfoy’s being overdramatic?”

Harry lowered his eyes and mumbled something incoherent.

“Sorry, mate, didn’t get that.”

Harry heaved a sigh. “I said, it was a werewolf.”

“Blimely, Harry. You just let a werewolf shag you, no questions asked? What if it had bitten you?!”

Harry’s entire face and neck were now red with embarrassment. “Which question do you want me to answer first?”

“Excuse me?”

“I… I didn’t know it was a werewolf at the time… I… I just thought it was a regular wolf, you know.”

“A regular wolf?” Ron asked incredulously.

“Yeah. I left the patio doors open, and I just thought the scent of me masturbating attracted it…”

“Harry… mate… that’s…”

Harry began fidgeting with his wand in his lap, eyes firmly focused downward. “I know, I’m a sick bastard.”

“Well, yeah… I had no idea you were kinky like that! So you just let a random, unknown wolf shag you, huh? Wow, Harry. I think you took the Gryffindor bravery thing a bit too far this time.”

Harry shrugged. “It felt good, Ron, though I’m embarrassed to admit it. It was… liberating… to just… to just submit to what he wanted… I even liked it when he bit me.” Harry subconsciously rubbed his shoulder where the scar from the bite remained.

In an instant, Ron was on his knees in front of Harry, pulling back the collar of his best friend’s robes. “Blimely, Harry, are you nuts, letting that thing bite you? I mean, werewolf! And even if it was just a regular wolf, what about rabies, or mange, or AIDS?”

Harry chuckled. “Ron, animals don’t get AIDS as far as I know and thus can’t transmit it. And mange? Really now, Ron, I don’t think humans get that.”

Ron shrugged and started prodding at the bite mark on Harry’s shoulder.

“So what are you going to do about tonight?”

Harry batted Ron’s hands away from his shoulder and neck. “What do you mean? And would you stop that? You pressing on it makes me hard.”

Ron jumped back liked he’d been burned. “Sorry, mate.”

“Now what did you mean about tonight?”

“It’s a full moon tonight, Harry. You’ve been bitten by a werewolf. The whole transformation bit...”

“McCullen said I wouldn’t transform. He mentioned something about the bite marking me as a… as a submissive.” Harry whispered the last word.

“And…?” Ron prompted.

“And so I won’t change.”

“Should you take that chance? I mean, McCullen’s nice enough, but I’m not sure I trust the man. There’s something in his eyes that makes me uncomfortable.”

Harry squirmed, remembering the feel of the man’s lips on his anus, violating him and stealing from him all in one big, nasty slurp.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Truthfully?” Harry nodded, so Ron continued. “I think you should go to the apothecary, buy a Wolfsbane potion, and lock yourself in your house. It can’t hurt to take it just in case you do actually change.”

Harry nodded. “I think you’re right, Ron. Mind if I leave a little early?”

“Nah, mate. You’ve got big things tonight. Especially if your wolf man comes back.”

Harry stopped suddenly from collecting his stuff. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

Ron chuckled. “You do have a pretty sweet ass, mate, coming from a man in love with a woman. If I were into male asses, I’d be back, panting after more of yours.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but tried to subtly shift his erection in his pants. “Thanks for that image, Ron. Well, I’m off.”

“Night, man. And don’t forget to lube up good!”

Hearing those words all the way to the apothecary, repeating over and over in his head, Harry was surprised he didn’t splinch himself.