MINE

Chapter Seven


It was a few weeks later, when Draco saw one of Harry’s wings twitch, then felt a light squeeze on his hand. Lucius, Severus, Albus, Minerva, Dudley, and himself had been taking turns watching over Harry, never leaving his side incase he woke up. “Harry,” Draco softly said, giving Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Come on, let’s see those gorgeous eyes of yours,” he coaxed.

“What are you going on about Draco?” Lucius asked, coming in to take his turn to watch over Harry.

“He squeezed my hand, and the one wing twitched,” Draco grinned.

“Are you sure?” Lucius asked, leaning down to brush the hair from the side of Harry’s face. He leaned closer and smiled. “He’s purring.”

“So that means he’ll be okay, right?” Draco asked.

“Yes, I think so. Get Severus. I want to try something,” Lucius said, taking Draco’s seat to lightly stroke Harry’s bare shoulder, still hearing a soft, steady purr.

“What’s the panic Lucius?” Severus asked, being practically dragged into the room by Draco. “Is there any change?”

“Yes. Listen,” Lucius smiled, still stroking Harry’s shoulder.

“He’s purring,” Severus said in wonder, as he came closer. He stood next to Lucius and brushed his finger down Harry’s cheek, the purring getting louder.

“Keep doing that Severus,” Lucius suggested as he stepped back, motioning to Draco to do the same. Lucius and Draco both smiled when Severus cupped the side of Harry’s face, then saw Harry lean into the touch.

Severus drew his hand back, shaking his head. “I can’t be,” he muttered to himself.

“Yes, you can Severus. He wouldn’t have reacted that way when you touched him, if you were not his mate,” Lucius replied after hearing the soft words from his friend.

“But I’m old enough to be his father. Why would he want me?” Severus asked.

“Sev, Harry’s liked you for a while now. Even before he was changing. He would go on and on about you in our talks. He likes older men, says the younger ones are too immature,” Draco said. “He says you smell really good too,” he cheekily added, before leaving to tell the good news to his lovers, the Weasley twins.

“Severus, I’ve seen the way you look at him, even more so since we started his additional training. You shouldn’t pass this chance of happiness away,” Lucius softly said, before leaving the private room.

Severus took his outer robe off and sat on the edge of the bed, after sealing the door closed. He slowly ran his fingers through Harry’s long hair, reassured he was doing the right thing by the steady purr coming from Harry. His fingers brushed across Harry’s lips, his cheek, and down his neck, his lips feathering across the skin in their wake. On his neck, he brushed his tongue against the smooth skin, urged to continue by the arching of the neck.

He carefully got on the bed and straddled Harry’s thighs, mindful of the bullet wound on the thigh that was almost completely healed. He braced an arm above Harry’s shoulder while his other hand skimmed down the center of Harry’s back, between the wings. His hand glided downwards, pulling the sheet lower as he rested his hand on Harry’s side, leaning down to trail wet kisses and licks down the spine. He felt the wings move up, then moaned against Harry’s back when Harry pushed back against him, pressing against his aching erection. His lips pressed harder against the middle of Harry’s back as Harry continued to move against him. He couldn’t help, but meet him push for push.

“Harry,” Severus moaned as he came, not being able to take the pressure any more against his cock.

His hand slid lower, lowering the sheet further down Harry’s bare legs as his wet kisses descended. His lips and teeth teased the firm flesh of Harry’s behind, his breathing growing more ragged as Harry pushed back against his lips. He kneeled between Harry’s open legs, his hand gliding up and down the one leg, while the other caressed the skin of Harry’s backside, his fingers sliding into the crease. The purring stopped, as Harry began to moan when he slid his finger across the puckered opening.

“Gods . . . you’re ready,” Severus groaned softly, teasing the entrance he wanted very much to bury himself into. He knew from his readings that Harry’s race would always be naturally lubricated from their mate’s touch.

His fingers left the enticing orifice to reach further down, slipping his hand under Harry’s writhing hips to wrap his fingers around the hard length. Harry began to thrust into that hand, his weeping cock head sliding over the wet spot on the sheets. A low moan was heard from Harry as his cock pulsed against Severus’s hand, followed by another moan from Severus as he came again, just from hearing the provocative sounds of Harry climaxing.

“I really wish you had been conscious for that Harry,” Severus softly said, pulling the sheet up again to cover Harry’s lower body, then used a ‘scourgify’ spell to clean the front of his pants and the sheets under Harry. He felt rather bad about what he had just done, but knew that Harry’s race was sexual in nature, and it could speed up his recovery. He wanted to be able to see those green eyes again.

Severus untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it to be more comfortable before climbing into the bed beside Harry. He pulled Harry to him so that the younger wizard’s cheek was resting on his chest, with the one wing resting over him. His hand slid down Harry’s side, resting on the lower back as he snuggled him closer. He soon drifted off to sleep with a steady purr soothing him into oblivion.


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Harry woke up feeling groggy and disorientated. The first thing he was aware of was a warm chest, moving up and down with each breath against his cheek. Then he noticed the smell, and knew it was Severus by the intoxicating scent he gave off. He tried to lift his upper body to look at Severus better, when he felt the extra weight on his back. “Oh gods,” he groaned, seeing the jet black, feathered wing, spread out on the one side, then started to cry as he pushed himself away from Severus.

“Harry,” Severus softly said, seeing the distressed look on Harry’s face.

“Now, I’m more of a freak. Wings?! What the hell am I?” Harry cried out.

“Harry,” Severus said, reaching up to cup the side of Harry’s face, his thumb brushing away the tears. “You are not a freak. You were beautiful before, but now you are exquisite. The wings you can retract, as well as your nails,” he said, picking up Harry’s hand. “Your body needs to gain some strength before you should try though.”

“How long have I been asleep?” Harry asked, trying to sit up again.

Severus leaned up and helped Harry to sit, adjusting the sheet around his hips to keep his modesty. “You have been unconscious for two weeks. It would have been less time, if your uncle didn’t try to kill you.”

“He found out about Sirius being dead. That’s what was keeping things from getting too out of hand. The threat of Sirius coming after him if he hurt me. You said he tried to kill me?”

“Yes, he shot you . . . two times. Once on the upper thigh, the other at your shoulder. Both bullets are out, but they will leave a faint scar. Your uncle is presently in Azkaban, serving a life sentence, although Albus tried to get him the kiss of death from the dementors,” Severus smirked. “Your aunt spent a week in St. Mungo’s, then was placed in a witch’s abuse center. She was abused for many years. There’s a lot of mental healing she needs to work through.”

“Why not just obliviate the memories from her?” Harry asked.

“Because the memories could come back some day, and it would probably devastate her to relive it over again later,” Severus replied, brushing the hair away from Harry’s eyes. “Dudley is still here.”

“And what about me? What am I?” Harry softly asked, experimentally moving his wings.

“You are a Vanteera. A rare and magical being. A very powerful being.”

“So, I’m not human anymore?” Harry quietly asked.

“You are still human Harry, just with a little extra bit added,” Severus smiled.

“So you don’t think I’m a freak?” Harry asked uncertainly.

Severus leaned forward. “No, I don’t,” he whispered, looking into Harry’s eyes, then down to his lips. “I want to kiss you Harry,” he softly said.

“You do?” Harry asked, leaning forward, watching Severus’s mouth.

“Merlin . . . yes,” Severus replied, closing the distance to feather his lips against Harry’s.

“More,” Harry whimpered, grasping the front of Severus’s shirt, pulling him closer.

Severus’s hand went to the side of Harry’s head, then down to the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss, moaning as Harry shyly brushed his tongue against his lips.

They leisurely explored the taste, the feel of each others lips and mouth, until Severus reluctantly pulled away. “Why’d you stop?” Harry huskily asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Gods . . . no,” Severus replied, looking into Harry’s eyes, then down to the wet kissable lips. “I just think we need to stop.”

“But why? I liked your kisses,” Harry said.

Severus took Harry’s hand in his, kissing the palm before guiding it to the front of his pants. “That’s why Harry,” he hoarsely said, pressing the hand onto his erection. “I want you very much, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Harry rubbed up and down Severus’s erection. “I don’t think you would hurt me Severus,” he softly said, leaning in to place a light kiss on the corner of Severus’s mouth, as his fingers slowly undid his pants. “I want to feel it Sev,” he said against the other’s lips, unknowingly retracting the longer nails.

Severus felt Harry’s hand slip into his boxers, the light scratch of nails running through his pubic hair, as he wrapped his fingers around his length. He moaned into the kiss as he reached down with both hands to pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He placed his hand over Harry’s, around his cock, guiding him up and down, giving a light squeeze at the tip. He threw his head back, breaking the kiss as Harry stroked faster. “Feels . . . so . . . good,” he panted.

Harry’s wings lifted, spreading and twitching as he continued to stroke Severus’ length. He closed his eyes as he felt his body humming, his inner magic growing stronger. He opened them wide, moaning when Severus slid his hand up his thigh to grasp his cock in his hand, stroking the hardened length.

“Come here Harry,” Severus huskily said, guiding Harry to sit astride his upper thighs. His hands slid up Harry’s thighs, around to his bottom, pulling him closer, until their cocks were rubbing against each others. He wrapped his fingers around both their lengths, soon joined by Harry’s.

Harry began to slowly thrust into their hands, his breathing becoming more heavy. He looked down, seeing the heads of their cocks leaking pre-cum. He used his other hand to slide the pad of his finger around the reddened tip of Severus’s cock, gliding it around before bringing it up to his lips.

Severus watched through heavy lidded eyes, as Harry continued to thrust forwards, watching their lengths slide wetly against each other. His fingers dug into the one side of Harry’s hip, as Harry’s finger glided over the sensitive tip. He then growled out loud as he watched Harry’s tongue dart out to lick the pre-cum off his finger, before using his hand to grasp the back of Harry’s head to pull him closer, ravaging his lips in a fevered kiss.

Harry’s movement’s quickened, his breathing erratic, a low moan caught in their kiss as his orgasm ripped out of him. Severus felt the tenseness of Harry’s body as he came, the creamy essence slippery against his hands as he bucked his hips up and tightened his hold on their cocks before he came, the cum blending in with Harry’s on their hands and stomachs.

Harry pulled back from the kiss. “Is it always like that?” He breathlessly asked, leaning his head on Severus’s shoulder.

“Better,” Severus softly replied, pulling Harry against him to hug him close, kissing the side of his neck.


tbc

Note: Just a quick note to all the reviewers. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! The response to the chapters have been great. Sorry it\'s taking so long between chapters, but I\'ve been busy with....life. More Vanteerian explanation for Harry in next chapter.