Hiss Me, Harry

This is completely and totally un-beated. Like, seriously. I am killing my beta by giving this to you guys without her go-over, so appreciate my sacrifice. And beg her not to kill me!

Chapter Four

It wasn’t like it was odd for him to be sitting here. He was just sitting. Nothing special or different about it, right? Not at all. He was just sitting here, stroking his tail (okay, that bit might have been odd), and minding his own business. Nope. Nothing strange in that.

“Crabbe! You’re an arse!”

All right, perhaps it was odd that he was sitting wedged behind a statue of armor and that his ears twitched and his pulse tripped when that voice came from the stairways leading down into the Slytherin dorms. But Harry wasn’t going to think about that bit.

“You think Snape’s going to let you slide on that one? A one-inch scroll is vastly different from a six-inch scroll. At least draw a bloody picture or something!”

“You think he liked my last picture of the sea monster eating the dog?”

“Of course. But, more importantly, at least it looks as if you attempted a full six inches.”

Draco’s golden head appeared and the rest of his body and his entourage followed quickly. Harry’s body tightened and he smoothly moved to crouch on his haunches. Nothing moved but his eyes and his ears.

“I mean, give the man something to work with or that know-it-all slag will be whining about unfairness and all that.”

Harry adjusted, his weight shifting from foot to foot as he waited.

“He can’t just pass your assignment if you give him nothing but an inch. Try to think for at least once in your life, will you?”

Harry’s ears slicked back down to his head and he paused.

“And no, I am not going to spend part of my Sunday filling in bits for you. I have more important things to do.”

Harry attacked.

“Draco! Look out!”

There was a mad scramble from Crabbe and Goyle as they tried grabbing at the streak of fury that roared out of hiding and at Draco. Harry deftly dodged them and launched at the blond. He slammed into him hard causing them both to fall to the ground and roll. Harry had his hands around Draco’s throat and was squeezing tightly. Draco rolled them until he was on top and then brought his arms up and slammed into Harry’s elbows, breaking the strangle hold. Harry then went for his eyes with a hiss and bucked his hips trying to throw the bigger body. Draco didn’t budge and instead clamped his knees tight against Harry’s waist as he grabbed Harry’s wrists. He twisted them cruelly and then slammed them down hard onto the stone floor.

Panting, his hair falling in his face, Draco smiled and said between breaths, “And here’s one of those things now.”

“Get off me!” Harry struggled and kicked. He hissed and spit but Draco just shook his head and held him down. Finally Harry let out a guttural roar of frustration before falling still, exhausted.

“There we go,” Draco crooned softly. “All tuckered out, hmm?”

“Piss off!”

“Tsk, tsk. But still, I’m pleased at our progress. They always struggle the hardest before they capitulate in defeat and become tame.” Draco smiled up at a stunned Crabbe and Goyle. Whether they were stunned at the attack or the genuine smile on their ringleader’s face was up for debate. “Go on. I’ll meet you later.”

“You’re just going to let him treat you like that?” Harry shouted at Crabbe and Goyle as they turned to leave. “Like some kicked dogs!”

“Of course, they are, puss,” Draco answered. “They are being taken care of. They do their job and they are rewarded with high status and perfect employment when they leave here.”

“Is that what you’ve got lined up for me, then? Where’s their collar, huh?” Harry hissed, his body beginning to struggle again.

Draco smiled and leaned closer. “You are my special pet. And my most coveted pet. You’ll stay by me and I’ll take care of you, puss. You get a collar because you are special and because I want everyone to know that you are mine.”

“Damn it, Malfoy! You’ve gone round the bend, you know that?! I am not a possession, I’m not a pet, I’m not a cat, and I’m not yours!”

“Oh yes, you are. You know, I always wanted to own you, Potter. Who knew that your growing a tail and ears would make me want you in other ways.”

“You admit it! You’re a loony! You get turned on by–by bestiality!” Harry struggled harder, bucking his hips again and thrusting his chest up. “Let me go, you nutter!”

Draco laughed. “You may be right. When you first started prancing about with your new additions, I was more intent on laughing at your stupid mistake and how far Pretty Potter had fallen in the eyes of the faculty than anything else. But then, seeing you in that tree… completely helpless…” Draco suddenly surged forward and sealed his lips to Harry’s.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” Harry was aghast. Was Draco Malfoy actually kissing him?! This couldn’t be right! It couldn’t! Why the hell had Harry pounced on the git? He should have ignored him. Should have just stayed the hell away from the lunatic. But no! He had to follow him about and try to get his attention.

Wait! He wasn’t trying to get stupid Malfoy’s attention! He was trying to beat him into a pulp!

Why would he want the bastard’s attention anyways?! That was a ridiculous thought!

Utterly insane!

Completely ludicrous!

Oh Merlin, Draco’s tongue was in his mouth! When had he opened his mouth? Why did it feel so… not bad?

Draco pulled back with an explosion of air. His eyes were on fire as he stared down at Harry, smiling salaciously. Harry could only gaze back in a sort of dazed state. “You’re mine, Harry,” Draco whispered. “I’ll make you, this school, and the whole world know that you are mine. Every… inch… of you.”

“You’re crazy,” Harry whispered. “We don’t… You’re… and I’m…” Harry shook his head trying to rattle his brain into working again. “J-just because I sprouted a tail and some furry ears doesn’t mean anything different. You can’t… I mean…”

“It means that you ceased to be Perfect Potter and I saw who you are. The tail and ears are merely a bonus.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “What…?” Before he could understand what had just been said, Draco was kissing it right back out of his head again.

It was the sound of a laugh echoing down the hall that had Harry’s brain finally reengage. He bucked up hard again, suddenly realizing that his wrists had been released at some point and pushed Draco off. He pulled himself to his feet and quickly moved back as Draco gracefully rose. “You’re nothing but a sex-starved pervert!” Harry shouted in a whisper, mindful of anyone close by. “A pervert who likes animals.”

“Ah, then you have finally embraced your cat, then?” Draco asked in an amused tone, his voice at normal level.

“No, I haven’t! I mean, I’m not a cat!”

“And, my sweet puss, I am nowhere near sex-starved,” Draco said with a leer. “But I will admit that I want you again. I want you underneath me. I want you purring as I stroke you. I want you crying and pleading for more.”

Harry was transfixed by Draco’s voice and his exceedingly erotic words. His nose twitched and his ears flicked as Draco pulled a small bundle out of his trouser pocket. Tuna.

“Here, kitty. I have another treat for you. I was going to find you and give it to you, but you were such a good pet and came to me, didn’t you?”

“Sod off!” Harry hissed. He licked his lips and he stared at the proffered treat. He didn’t want it. It was as simple as that. He kept telling himself that as he snatched the wrapped fish out of Draco’s hand and ran off down the hall.

He didn’t want it at all.

He just didn’t want Draco to have it.

Really.

“Er, Harry? You’re doing the cat thing again.”

“Shut up, Ron! I’m not a cat!”

“Then you might want to consider getting out of the bloody tree!”

“I’m just… I needed a place to think!”

Ron’s eyebrows climbed to his hairline. “And when did you need to be in a ruddy tree to do your thinking? When you got a tail, is when!”

“Leave me alone!” Harry slumped against the trunk, his feet dangling in the air. He wasn’t very high up. In fact Ron could probably grab his shoe if so inclined. But Harry had just felt the need to go up after the incident with Malfoy in the hall and the tree just past a goal post on the Quidditch field had looked right. “No wait,” he called out and looked down at Ron who hadn’t actually left yet. “Can I talk to you without you becoming a mafia boss?”

Rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, Ron asked, “What did the ferret do now?”

Harry reddened. “How do you know it’s about him?!”

Rom merely stared at him.

“Fine!” Harry groused. “It’s about him.”

“Then you better come down then. Other people might hear.”

“Can’t you come up?”

“I’m not climbing a tree!” Ron sighed after Harry just looked at him. “Ah geeze, don’t lower your ears like that. It makes you look like a kicked kitten. Fine, fine. Look out.”

With only one curse and a scraped thumb, Ron clambered into the tree and settled on a branch next to Harry’s.

“Now talk.”

Harry sighed and began rubbing one of his ears. “Well, I…” He shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Bloody hell! I just climbed a tree! You’re talking or I’m dousing you with water!”

“There’s no need to get hostile!”

Ron glared and held out his scraped thumb.

“All right, all right,” Harry said with a sigh. “I’ll talk.” He bit his lip and squinted one eye as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted to say. “Malfoy kissed me. With tongue. And I liked it.”

“Sweet Merlin! Don’t just blurt it out like that! I nearly fell and broke my neck in shock!”

“Well, you told me to talk!”

“Yeah, but you could have eased into it a bit!”

Both boys glared at each other.

Ron huffed and broke the stalemate first. “Okay, all right. Let’s deal with this. SO, you kissed Malfoy.”

“No. He kissed me.”

“But you liked it.”

“Yeah, but he was doing all the work. I was just… there.”

“Let’s not argue over semantics. You and he had your lips together. And apparently your tongues.”

“When did you learn a word like ‘semantics’?”

“I date a brain. Now quit hemming and hawing.” Ron stopped for a moment and his voice lowered. “You liked it?”

Harry swallowed and fidgeted with his ear again. “Well… it was a good kiss.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Well… maybe.”

“With me?”

“What? No! Ugh!” Harry leaned away from his friend. “No offense, mate, but gross!”

“All right then. So it wasn’t the kiss you liked, but the kisser?”

Harry’s eyes were wide and his mouth open. “What! That isn’t…! That…! It’s Malfoy!”

Ron winced and then shrugged. “Well, yeah, but you said you’d kiss him again.”

“He kissed me!”

“Same thing. You’d let it happen again, right?”

Harry glared down at the tree branch he was sitting on and tried to get his rapidly beating heart under control. It was silent between the two of them for a moment and then he looked up.

“But he put a collar on me. And dumped me in the lake!” He said, his voice rising at the end. “Why would I want to kiss that?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said it.” Ron leaned the back of his head against the trunk. “Personally, I am hoping that it’s just some weird thing you got from the cat instincts. But Hermione thinks that it’s actually just the result of years of sexual tension manifesting itself in hostility and bravado.” Ron grinned. “See? I listen to her!”

“Hermione knows about… about…” Harry was not happy and his reddening face showed it.

“It wasn’t me!” Ron defended himself. “She overheard us yesterday. She won’t say anything. You know that.”

Frowning, but his body relaxing again, Harry nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Time passed again in silence. A minute later, Ron looked up from the leaf he was playing with. “So what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean what am I going to do?”

Ron rolled his eyes. “About Malfoy, you nit! You’ve shagged him and kissed him. What are you going to do now?”

Harry nearly blurted ‘Go to Disneyland’ but refrained. Ron wouldn’t have got it anyway and besides, it wasn’t Ron’s fault. He didn’t have to be catty with him. Harry grimaced at his mental faux pas.

“What do you think I should do?” he asked Ron.

“Well, if I forget about the fact that he’s Malfoy and listen to what you say, I’d say go have fun. But, seeing as how it is Malfoy and that he is an utter wanker, I’d tell you to stay the hell away from him and possibly try to shave his head if you get the chance. I bet he’s as pink as a baby’s bum under that fair hair of his.”

“Ron! That doesn’t help me!”

Ron sighed. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Harry. He’s always been an arse. He dumped you in the lake, and forced a collar on you.” He shrugged. “But you want to kiss him again. Maybe you like the rough stuff?”

Harry blanched. “I do not! It’s just that… Well, he doesn’t give me any slack, I guess. I mean… he’s always been the same. Before, during, and after everything that happens, he’s the same. Like you and Hermione.”

“But you don’t want to kiss us, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Harry slumped against the tree again and tried to sort things out in his head. The sun falling from the sky had them trudging inside with Harry no closer to an answer.