Hiss Me, Harry

Beta by deathangelgw


Chapter Five

Harry was quiet for the next few days. Many of the other students didn’t really notice, but his friends did and knew why. But Ron and Hermione left him alone to think out some things, which was why Harry happened to be alone that particular evening as he wandered through the halls.

He hated Malfoy. He was sure of it. Harry may have grown some new appendages, but Malfoy had definitely not grown a new personality. So why was Harry suddenly not so… indifferent to Malfoy? Before he would get mad, sure. But to be so focused on Draco just didn’t seem very healthy. Of course, it could be that he was the victim of some elaborate Slytherin scheme in which Draco messed with his mind enough that he was forced into thinking about the blond.

Maybe there was a weird microchip in the stupid collar?

Harry shook his head and kicked at a dust bunny as he walked. Draco wouldn’t have a clue what a microchip was and Hermione had already done a fairly thorough scan of the collar to make sure it didn’t have anything sinister attached to it. Other than the obnoxious tag, the collar was a simple affair that was just spelled to stay on.

Harry was glaring at nothing when a sound made his ears twitch and swivel around to try to locate it. It came again: a crinkling sound from just behind him. He turned to see what it was when a flash of gold flew past him. Without a thought, Harry reached out and tried to snag it out of the air, but the thing dodged his grasp and flew to the side. Harry made another desperate grab for it, but again it darted away. He chased it as it flew towards the wall. With a quick leap, Harry sprang for it and laughed in delight when he was able to pin it to the wall with his hands.

He waited a moment before slowly opening his cupped palms to see what he had caught. The thing moved and he slapped at the wall trying to catch it as it moved around. Suddenly it jerked away and flew over Harry’s shoulder.

And into the waiting palm of Draco Malfoy.

Harry’s good mood instantly fled and he glared at the smirking prat.

“You want to go again?” Draco asked while holding out the toy.

“Go to hell!” Harry spat.

“Ah, puss, you really have to learn to calm down. Here, let me help you.” Draco released the toy and it flew back in a zigzag pattern towards Harry. Without a thought, Harry reached for it and batted at it with his hand. It moved back and forth and Harry, with his eyes glazed over in a fit of pursuit, chased it. It moved towards the wall and then away and right back to its owner, but Harry kept after it.

And ran right into Draco’s arms.

The thrill of the chase was blinked from Harry’s eyes and he moved to step back but found himself locked inside Draco’s embrace.

“There now,” Draco crooned. “Right to Papa.”

Harry’s momentary confusion at suddenly being so close to Draco quickly cleared and he pushed hard at Draco’s chest. “Knock it off, Malfoy. You’re acting creepy again.”

“Am I? You want the toy?” The little gold ball of paper appeared at Draco’s shoulder right in front of Harry’s nose. “Here, let me open it for you. There’s a trick to it.”

With one arm still wrapped tight around Harry, Draco reached up and gave an odd twist to the toy. The paper unfolded and revealed a bit of salmon. Harry’s eyes dilated at the sight and his ears perked up from their lowered and annoyed position. Harry had eaten the treat before he even realized it was being held out for him.

He had eaten right from Draco’s hand.

Damn it!

And Draco knew and reveled in it.

Double damn it!

“Now, kitty, what should we do? You’ve played with your toy and gotten a treat. How about a pet?” Draco dropped the gold paper and started running a finger up and down Harry’s left ear. Both ears flattened against Harry’s head, but that finger kept stroking.

“S-Stop it, Malfoy!” Harry was able to get out. Bloody hell that felt nice.

“Don’t you like it? Don’t you like me stroking you?” Three fingers were soon being employed to pet Harry. “You’re purring,” he added in a low voice.

“I… I am not,” Harry whispered. This was insane. Why didn’t he break away? Draco only had one arm around him. In fact, Harry hadn’t even tried to really get away. Not a kick, bite, or a hit. He’d just stood there against Draco’s chest with barely a token show of resistance.

“Now, now, don’t lie, Harry. I can hear you… feel you.” Draco was practically purring himself as he used his whole hand to rub Harry’s furry ear. Harry started to lean into the petting. “You’re being such a good kitty.”

“Stop saying that,” Harry whispered.

“You’re being a good kitty for me, aren’t you?” Draco continued. “You want another treat? You want me to rub you some more? Some place else?”

“N…no…”

Draco’s lips halted Harry’s protest. It was a soft kiss at first. Draco merely held their lips pressed together. His tongue then gently slipped across Harry’s lips and Harry opened his mouth greedily, begging for more.

Draco gave it to him.

The purring was soon loud enough that the sound was echoing off of the stone walls. Harry thought of that for only a moment before Draco’s tongue took a swipe at his tonsils and thoroughly distracted him.

“Come on, puss, come with me…” Draco whispered into Harry’s panting mouth.

“Wh-where are we going?”

“Some place quiet.”

Harry followed Draco, his wrist caught in Draco’s grasp, pulling him down the hall. His mind was putting up a strange argument with itself, but Ron’s words just kept repeating themselves in his ears:

…go have fun.

A door clicked shut and Harry found himself alone in a small room with a bed and a bureau with a mirror. A small armchair was in a corner where an oil lamp burned on a little table beside it. The lamp seemed to cast more shadows than light, but it was enough for Harry to see Draco turn and start unbuttoning his robes.

“Why am I doing this?” Harry asked in a quiet tone. “Why are you doing this?”

Draco grinned as he cast the robe across the armchair and started pulling the light sweater he wore over his head. “You’re doing this because you want to get shagged and because you are a good pet. I’m doing this because I want to shag you.”

“Is that all?” Harry was in an odd place in his head. He felt as if this moment meant something, something really, really important. “You are doing this because you want to shag me?”

The sweater landed on top of the robe and Draco stood with his chest exposed. A small flutter in Harry’s chest was hushed in the face of the perceived import of what Draco was going to say.

“Yes, Harry, I want to shag you,” Draco answered. But his voice held a strange tone in it, as if he also knew that this moment was special. “I want you. In bed, out of bed. I want to make you so angry you can’t think straight. I want you to get sad when I say mean things to you. I want you to run so I can chase you.”

“You just want to torture me?” Harry asked, his eyes wide in shock. “That’s it?”

“Who else could take it but you? Who else has always taken it without breaking?” Draco put his hands on his waist. His face was half in shadow and half in light. “You take everything I dish out. You know exactly how to let some of it roll off your back and you know how to punch back when you need to. Who else could do that so perfectly, hmm?”

And that was it. That was the something special. The reason. Draco was right. Draco would always be a bad guy. And Harry would always be a hero. You couldn’t have one without the other, could you?

They did’t cancel each other out. They enhance each other.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered and stepped toward Draco. With a wicked grin, Draco pulled Harry to him and Harry’s mouth was devoured again.

Harry was wearing clothing that buttoned so the boys didn’t have to let go of each other’s lips while Draco stripped him. Harry was naked and hard and his tail was swinging in anticipation when Draco stepped back.

“You’re hot,” Draco said with a chuckle.

Harry actually blushed. It was the first time anyone had seen him naked since the transformation. He felt exposed, but the way Draco seemed to really mean the compliment -- his obvious erection a clear confirmation of his desire-- actually had Harry trying to be sexy. His ears tilted a bit as his tail swished slightly more, and he stuck his rump out just so. Draco smirked at the display.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” Draco murmured and dropped his trousers. Harry’s heart sped up as Draco was fully revealed. He knew what Draco wanted him to do. He’d done it before. But this time it would be of his own volition. Licking his lips, he was encouraged by Draco’s cut-off grunt of approval and moved closer before dropping to his knees.

It tasted like he remembered and was hard and getting harder by the second. He licked at its tip and into its slit. Then he ran his tongue down the thick vein all the way to the hairy sac underneath. As he mouthed the hot flesh, he realized that he was purring again. And knew that Draco knew he was purring, most likely could feel him purring, and was getting even more turned on.

“It turns you on that I look like a cat, doesn’t it?” Harry asked, looking up. “You like that I have a tail and furry ears, don’t you?” For good measure, Harry flicked his tail and Draco’s eyes went molten.

“Yeah.”

In a maneuver that surprised even Harry, he butted his forehead against Draco’s hip. Then he rubbed his cheek into the strong thigh before crawling around Draco’s legs, rubbing his nakedness against Draco’s calves and then against the other thigh. With a smile, Harry gave a quick lick to the other side of Draco’s cock.

“Circe!” Draco cursed and fell down next to Harry.

It was fast and nearly invisible how quickly Draco had Harry on his hands and knees crying out as he was breached. There had been little preparation and Harry wasn’t sure if there had been actual lubricant involved or if he had just been that copious with the saliva on Draco’s dick. But it felt good. Damn good.

Draco covered Harry’s body completely with his own and was biting at his shoulder as he pumped hard into him.

“Good kitty...good kitty,” he kept growling. The words actually were making Harry nearly undone. It made him feel… animalistic.

In a quick decision borne out of instinct more than anything else, Harry suddenly pushed back against Draco hard before jerking forward, successfully pulling off of Draco’s cock. He scrambled away while smiling mischievously over his shoulder. With a tail flick, Harry threw down his gauntlet.

And with a teeth-bearing grin, Draco picked it up.

Harry got to his feet, but Draco was right behind him. He grabbed Harry’s tail and successfully used it to pull Harry back down to his knees. Harry let out a yowl as Draco tried mounting him again, using the tail as a handhold. Harry kicked back and fell onto his side, successfully pulling his tail free. He tried rolling away, but Draco was right after him, grabbing Harry’s thigh and arm.

“Not so fast, puss,” Draco said with a pant. He tried turning Harry back onto his stomach, but Harry swiped at him, raking a red scratch across Draco’s arm. When Draco hissed in pain and instinctively pulled back a bit, Harry rolled free and quickly crawled away. A warm hand on his ankle pulled his leg out from under him just as he thought he had won.

Harry growled and kicked, but Draco wasn’t letting go this time.

“You be nice, kitty,” Draco warned and delivered a slap to Harry’s bare buttock.

“Ow!” Harry kicked with his other foot, but Draco pinned him down with his knee, holding him down on his stomach.

“Naughty puss.” Harry got another spank. “You make me have to do this, you know. I’d be a bad owner if I didn’t discipline you.”

Harry refused to allow that frisson of increased desire dictate him. Instead, he continued to fight and shouted, “You’re not my owner!”

“Yes, I am,” Draco said with a laugh. “Says so right on your collar.” He then put his whole weight down on Harry, chest to back, groin to arse.

Harry growled again and struggled to free himself all the while feeling Draco maneuver back into position. “Cat owners don’t hump their pets, Malfoy!”

“The kinky ones do.” Draco slid home with those words whispered right into Harry’s ear. Grunting, Harry couldn’t help but go totally limp as the hardness filled him once again. “You should be grateful you have an owner such as I to keep you happy.”

“Draco…” Harry wanted to bite his tongue for uttering Draco’s name in such a needy tone. He hadn’t meant to, but he really wanted Draco to move inside him.

“That’s it, kitty. Show me your lust.” Draco took advantage of Harry’s acquiescence and hoisted his hips up until he was on his knees and shoulders. “Show me how much you want me to plow you.”

“Oh…. God….”

“Yes, I am, aren’t I?” Draco laughed and then set to work, pushing deep and hard into Harry.

Harry’s cheek was rubbed into the threadbare rug on the floor, but he didn’t care. Every thing was centered on the place where Draco was entering his body. He was filled with such a knife-edged feeling of pleasure, desire, and need that he was making odd noises and his hands were clawing, scrambling, at the rug as if he were about to fall off the earth. He could hear and feel Draco slapping against his thighs. He could hear Draco beginning to lose his composure with grunts and loud panting. Harry clenched his muscles and was rewarded with a breathy shout from above him before Draco fell on top of him.

Short and fast thrusting...short and fast.… Draco’s hot arms were locked around him, holding him tight, petting him, grabbing at him. Draco’s breaths cooled his neck as his cock was rubbed by Draco’s hands. He was wrapped up and surrounded by Draco. Draco was inside and outside of him.

With that last amazing thought, Harry bit his hand and came hard.

“It’s not as if I need the extra robe, of course. It’s a matter of fashion and want. I want it, I’ll have it.”

Harry nodded again, as he had been doing for the last few minutes. He was lying on top of Draco, listening to the heartbeat as well as the voice reverberating under his cheek. They’d had sex two times already that night and Harry was happily satiated, content, and lazy. The hand rubbing his ears and head were doing an amazing job of keeping him relaxed as well. Only an occasional tail flick let Draco know he was still listening.

“And just because that old man saw it first doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t have taken it. Besides, he nearly wet himself when I mentioned my name.” Draco chuckled in a way that Harry could only describe as evil.

“Draco, take the collar off,” Harry said suddenly.

“No.” Draco used his other hand to pet down Harry’s back and arse. “So the fact that he backed away shows that it was I that truly earned that robe,” he continued on without missing a beat.

“I want the collar off,” Harry insisted, his eyes now lazily sliding open.

“I know you do. But it’s there for a reason. So anyway, Pansy, the slut, goes off with this Greek bloke and I am left with the dunderheads.”

“What reason other than your ego?” Harry asked as his ears began to lay back against his head in annoyance.

“For the same specific reason others use rings. Now, the dunderheads are great for a laugh, but getting them to tell the difference between mint and evergreen is ridiculous. Plus, they don’t know how to truly compete in a good sale. Not, mind you, that I’d be caught dead in a sale. But still, there may actually come a time when I may find something I want in one. Who would I send in my place? Not those two, I assure you.”

“A ring?” Harry blinked and raised himself up to look at Draco. “What do you mean?”

Draco sighed and then smirked. “Harry, you know exactly what I mean. But we are not as common as that, are we? Next you’ll want to wear my sweater or some such.” Harry blushed at the idea and the fact that it had actually sounded kind of nice... in a totally silly and girly way, of course. “No, we are better than that. We are not common. So you will wear my collar and I will wear your marks and that is that.”

Harry blushed again as he saw the still angry red scratches he had left on Draco before he laid back down and his petting continued.

Well, maybe a collar wasn’t all that bad…

The End


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And to answer a question people have asked me: Yeah, Harry only has the cat ears. No human ears, but this is covered by his hair so it doesn't look odd. Check out the fanart to see what I mean. :) Hope you enjoyed the fic and thank you so much for reading!