Dinaer

AN- Thank you so much for all the reviews. A lot of you have asked where I got the idea for the Dinaer. I went through a creature-fix phase (I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about haha) and I read about so many different kinds of creatures. The Dinaer is a mix of a lot of my favorite traits in creature fics. Random things I picked up places. A few of the creatures I have to give credit to are the Vanteera, the Mori, Indago, there are more I'm sure. Plus run of the mill ones like Vampires and Werewolves. And as for Snape being Harrys father, well, I just don't like James Potter. I mean come on, how many of you read the screne in Snape's pensive and thought "what an ass hole!"? Yeah that's what I thought haha.

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I've always liked Harry. Okay I take that back, I've always thought Harry was totally sexy. I remember the first time I noticed it. It was during the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match last year. Yeah I know, not exactly the best time to be ogling my worst enemy, but as I flew above the pitch searching below me for the snitch, I couldn't help but notice him. Flying around next to me, eyes bright with adrenaline, his hair stuck to his face with sweat; the look of concentration on his face as he searched for the little golden ball. And yes, my constant staring eventually lost us the game, but it was worth it to watch Harry catch the snitch, his body taut as he reached out and grasped it with his finger tips. The memory today still makes me shudder.

Not that I'd openly admit that, even to him. Please, I am a Malfoy after all.

And yeah okay, maybe the way my hands trembled and my breath hitched as he lead me to his bed were very un-Malfoy like of me, but can you blame me? The intensity in his eyes! Those beautiful green eyes that looked straight into my icy grey ones as he slowly tipped me backwards onto the forest green coverlet.

Eventually I would notice the way his bedspread brings out the gold in his eyes when he lays his head against the pillow, or the way the entire room matches Harry's personality. I'll run my hands over the hand-carved oak writing desk and wonder how many hours work went into its creation. I'll see how the cream colored walls play up the green bed set and matching canopy creating an enchanted earthy effect. Harry will show me the tapestry that hangs on the wall across from his bed, and tell me the story that it depicts, of the Elven city Neverwinter. Eventually I'd notice all of these things, but not then. That night, all I noticed was him.

He pushed me onto the bed, and stared down at me straight into my eyes. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips as another wave of desire coursed through my body. Every time our eyes meet I can't help but imagine everything I want him to do to me. 'Will it always be like this?' I think, and through the haze of lust in my mind I hear an answering 'Yes.'

"Make love to me," I said, not tired of the way he looked at me, but of the waiting. And it's funny, because I wanted it. I wanted him to touch me like no one else had. I'd taken many lovers before. I am a Malfoy, we use sex as a weapon if we need. It's practically encouraged. I still remember when my father gave me "The Talk", which was basically just permission to sleep with whomever I chose. I can't lie, many girls and boys have seen the inside of my dorm room at Hogwarts. And I fucked each of them, and it was satisfying for both parties. No one can ever say I'm selfish in bed. But with Harry I knew it would never be like that. I knew he would be in control and that I would submit. I was nervous but excited. I wasn't sure if it was our bond that pushed me to stand down, but I do know that in all of my previous fantasies of The Boy Who Lived, he'd always been on top. How could he not? Harry is the most powerful wizard I've ever met to this day.

I watched him as he pulled his sweater off and threw it to the floor. Almost immediately his wings expanded, gleaming in the moonlight that poured from the enchanted window of his bedroom in the dungeon. Inappropriately I thought of my Godfather, his father, in the room next to ours and silently thanked Merlin for magic before throwing up a silencing charm. Harry smirked at that and I almost laughed at the resemblence to Severus, before he started to unzip his trousers and all thought fled my mind again.

Harry Potter is amazing to look at. He emanates power, and his wild, mysteriously dark good looks don't hurt either. I eventually tore my gaze from his smirking countenance to gaze down his body. His creamy white skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dusky pink nipples just begging to be sucked on. My eyes followed the trail of dark hair from his belly button to the open v of his pants. I leaned up and pushed his hands out of the way so that I could pull his pants down for him. He shifted from the right foot to the left as he toed off his shoes and socks and stepped out of the linen trousers. He stood before me in tight black briefs and I couldn't help but grin. Harry had always struck me as a boxers kind of guy.

Suddenly I realized the amount of clothes I was wearing, and Harry must have had the same thought because he pulled me up to stand before him and with nimble fingers undid the buttons on my silk shirt. I must have looked surprised because he murmured, "I can see in the dark," before slipping off my shirt. Of course I'd already known that, I had just forgotten momentarily. You try thinking about the abilities of a Dinaer while Harry-bloody-Potter is undressing you. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Before I knew it I was completely naked, underwear and all. I looked up at Harry, which I was a little miffed about because just a week ago I'd been taller than the raven hair Gryffindor and couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks. He smiled at me and my heart fluttered. Yes, fluttered. Even Malfoys get butterflies, hard to believe I know. A thought struck me, and I sat down on the bed again all the while keeping my eyes on Harry, watching the quizzical expression flit across his face.

I lifted my hands to touch his stomach for the first time, letting my palms drift across the muscular plane. I reached up, ghosting my fingers over the twin peaks and watched as Harry shivered. I slid my hands down, playing with the dark hairline that dissapeared into the black silk. I hooked my fingers into the elastic and lightly tugged, dragging the offending garment off to pool around Harry's feet. I glanced at the Dinaer briefly, just long enough to see his eyes watching me, glazed bright with lust.

I gently pushed Harry back before sliding from the bed to kneel before him, my bottom resting against my feet. Finally, I looked at him. His erection stood straight up from a nest of curly dark hair, just inches from my face. He was bigger than me, not that I was surprised. I ran my hands up his thighs lightly, coming to rest on the firm cheeks of his ass, feeling the feathers of his wings against my fingers, and pulled him closer. I knew he could feel my breath on him and he moaned in anticipation.

"Draco... please..." he begged, and finally I obliged him. I flicked my tongue out lightly, tasting the salty sweet pre-cum gathered at the tip. The essence of my Dinaer. I couldn't suppress the shudder that wracked my body at the thought. I leaned forward and slowly ran my tongue along the entire length, my right hand coming around to gently cup his heavy sack, my fingers caressing the velvety skin. I took the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the slit, enjoying the sighs and moans coming from above me. I scooted closer and used my left hand to grip the base before attempting to take him further into my mouth. Eventually I took all of him in, stopping every few seconds to let the muscles in my throat relax, I swallowed and sucked simultaneously and listened as Harry cried my name.

"Oh God! Draco, oh... Merlin, fuck," he mumbled incoherently. I gently swallowed again and looked up at Harry, watching his eyelids flutter. He looked at me and suddenly he was pushing me back, grabbing my arm to stand me up only to push me back onto his bed. Within seconds he was on top of me, his wings fully extended behind him, attacking my neck, sucking and biting in ways we both knew would leave dark purple marks. He pulled back and looked into my eyes before pressing his lips to mine roughly. I opened my mouth automatically and listened to the moan of pleasure as Harry tasted himself on me. He ran his tongue along my lips, animalisticly, biting the soft flesh drawing small beads of blood which he lapped up gently.

His hands wandered down my body and I heard him mutter an incantation before feeling a cold wetness inside of me, causing me to blush. I wasn't sure whether I was more surprised at the wandless magic or the fact that he knew a lubrication spell by heart. I felt his fingers, running along the crevice of my ass before hesitantly circling my hole. He gently pushed his middle finger into the pucker, pushing past the tight ring of muscles, moving in and out slowly in an imitation of things to come. He added another finger and I moaned wantonly as he began to scissor his fingers. He started to add another finger when I looked at him pleadingly. He pulled back and I whimpered at the emptiness I felt, before I felt the head of his cock nudge against my opening.

I tried to push forward but he pulled back, giving me a stern look. God, sometimes Harry can be such a Gryffindor. He pushed forward, excruciatingly slowly, entering me. He stopped to allow my muscles to relax before pushing in another inch only to stop. I felt a slight sting at the intrusion but could hardly complain, so I reached around and grabbed his ass pulling him into me fully. He stilled and both of our eyes widened at the sensation. A feeling of completeness settled over us both. Harry later told me it was the bonding, something about being half a person our whole lives. Either way it was amazing. I waited another second before pushing against him, moaning his name.

He pulled back slightly and thrust into me, only to do it again and again. I cried his name, the only thing I could remember as pushed into me. He leaned down to kiss me, settling my legs in the crook of his arm, changing the angle of his thrusts. I swear to Merlin I saw stars when he thrust into me, hitting my prostate. I screamed his name, I couldn't help it.

"Yes, Draco. You're so beautiful," he moaned against my throat.

"Harry, oh God, please." I didn't know what I was begging for, but Harry must have because he reached between our stomachs to grasp my cock, sliding his hand along the shaft in time with his thrusts. That was just too much for me, and before I knew it I was screaming his name as strands of pearly cum coated our chests. Harry moaned low in his throat and I felt the warm liquid fill me. He continued to stroke me and thrust until we were both completely drained. He released my legs and dropped against me heavily, panting slightly.

He leaned up onto his elbows and looked into my eyes. "I love you Draco Malfoy." He whispered, consequently causing my heart to skip a beat.

"I love you Harry Potter."

"You're mine," the Dinaer growled, before pulling out gently to settle on top of me, his wings resting lightly against his back, his arms encircling my waist.

I settled into the embrace, sighing contently. "I am yours."

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When Harry awoke the next morning it was to find himself in the same position he'd fallen asleep in. He had gotten used to sleeping on his stomach, as his wings did not enjoy being trapped inside while he slept, but he knew that the position couldn't be comfortable for Draco. As he pushed off of the blond, he felt Draco's arms tighten around his waist before he mumbled something incoherent and settled back into sleep. Harry smiled softly and nuzzled his face against his Mate's throat, pressing warm wet kisses to the dark purple bruises that marred the pale skin. He couldn't help the feral grin that crossed his face, his Mate was suitably marked for all to see.

Draco mumbled again, and Harry was fairly sure he heard his name. He leaned up and pressed his lips against Draco's, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. He watched Draco's eyelids flutter open, before closing again as he returned Harry's kiss passionately.

"As much as I would love to continue this, I promised my father we would join him for breakfast." Harry spoke against the blond's mouth. Draco sighed and cuddled Harry closer to his chest. "If you'd like you could join me in the shower."

Draco instantly perked up, and Harry couldn't help but laugh. He stood up and pulled the blond along with him to the bathroom connecting to his bedroom. His father had spared no expense for Harry's luxury, having seen the memories of Harry's childhood home, and had given him an amazing bathroom. He didn't think he'd be spending much time in Gryffindor tower this year, 'if they're even speaking to me' he thought sullenly.

"Why would they not speak to you?" Draco asked, Harry having forgotten the bond he shared with his Mate.

"When they find out I'm a Dinaer, which is sure to happen if my wings keep releasing themselves like they have been. Or the fact that Severus is my father. Or that you are my Mate. They're bound to be angry." He spoke truthfully, while reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

Draco didn't seem to be upset by the fact, he understood where Harry was coming from. "Gryffindors are always quick to turn on each other, aren't they?" He mused.

Harry had to agree with him, but said nothing, instead stepping into the shower pulling Draco in after him. He let the spray run into his face, the water running along his feathers. He reached for a bottle of gel soap and began to lather his chest, his hands running across his chest and along his neck, his mind lost in thought. The gasping moan from the other side of the shower caught his attention, and he turn to see his Mate, face flushed with desire, hand already reach to grasp his leaking erection.

Harry caught the wandering hand before spinning the smaller boy around. He held both of his hands against the wall and gently bent Draco over, using his knee to push the blond's legs apart. Too impatient for such precautions he whispered a lubrication and stretching charm and listened to Draco moan as they took effect.

"Harry..." Draco purred. "Fuck me."

Harry growled deep in his throat before pushing his cock into his Mate. Still holding Draco's hands against the tile of the shower, the water cascading down them both, but hardly wetting the Slytherin due to Harry's wings which were achingly trapped at his side in the small shower, he began to move.

Harry thrust into Draco, pounding hard against him. The night before Harry had made love to his Mate, whereas today he fucked him, claiming him in every sense of the word.

"Yes!" Draco cried. "Fuck me Harry! Harder, God!"

Harry was panting, sweat dripping down his face despite the shower. He reached around and grasped Draco's erection, sliding his hand up and down only twice before the boy came, shooting against the wall. The muscles around Harry's cock clamped down and he could hold back no longer, spilling hot cum into his Mate as he screamed his name. He thrust until he could no longer bear the sensation, pulling out with a quiet pop.

Draco spun around and they kissed passionately, before finishing up with their shower, Harry washing Draco's soft blond hair.

Eventually they made their way to the Great Hall to meet his father and Dumbledore. All the other teachers were still away, not due back for another two days. They entered holding hands, Harry unable to let go of Draco for even a minute when not in their room. The Hall was empty except for a small round table directly in the center where his father and the Headmaster were already seated. They walked up and both men looked up, his father unable to hold back his smirk as he spied Draco's throat, which was covered in bruises. The Headmaster looked at his throat as well, his eyes twinkling in humor and Draco couldn't help but blush. Harry however, didn't. He couldn't help feeling proud of his Mate, the need to show his possession of the blond was very strong.

"Harry!" Greeted Dumbledore. "And Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to have you here early."

"Headmaster," Harry greeted, nodding as he sat down and helped himself to toast.

"Thank you Professor," Draco spoke confidently. He may have blushed earlier, but he was still Draco Malfoy, boy of icy composure. Harry grinned at this but said nothing.

"Good morning father," Harry spoke.

"Good morning Severus, " Draco greeted also.

The man eyed them both carefully before saying "Good morning to you both. I would like to point out to you both that just because you cast a Silencing Charm at night does not mean it is still in effect the next day." He couldn't hold back his snort of laughter, and Harry couldn't help but laugh along with him.
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