Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 105

Disclaimer: HP is not mine.


Blaise adjusted the bow tie nestled against the base of Peach's throat. Peach stretched his neck out as long as he could, peering around Blaise's bulk and into the mirror. He felt a little overdressed, especially when he looked at Blaise, who was wearing robes that were loose and flowing in a gold edged, honey and amber streaked silk. Blaise looked so good Peach had to almost force his eyes back to checking his own reflection. He swallowed hard. He looked so...ordinary.

He was dressed in black, a nice suit, a white shirt, and a green and silver bow tie. He tried over and over to tie the darned thing, finally giving up and asking for Blaise's help. Blaise, with his long, agile fingers had no trouble tying the infernal thing. Now he stroked it as he stepped back so Peach could see the full effect. It was done right, but it still made Peach feel...so normal. Not like Blaise who looked so...stupendous, so different, so grown up.

He looked so formal, he thought. He glanced over at Blaise again. Unlike the relaxed, utterly masculine beauty of his friend Blaise, who looked like a young prince, Peach thought. Not like a school boy dressed up for graduation or the like. He sighed.

"What is wrong?" Blaise asked, giving in to the urge to brush a lock of hair away from Peach's face. Peach instinctively leaned into the almost caress, flushing with pleasure. Only just stopping the reaction he was sure would upset Blaise, turning his face into the hand and planting a kiss there. If only, he thought. If only I dared.

"I look...uh, stiff? I mean you look awesome. I wish I had something like that. Dressed up but not so uncomfortable." Peach said, frustrated. Blaise considered him seriously. Peach looked great.

"We tend to lounge around on pillows rather than chairs," Blaise said, explaining. "Or furs. Suits would be a bit uncomfortable." He further explained, shaking out the voluminous folds of his robes. Showing Peach ow much extra room ther was. "If it wasn't such an important gathering, most of us would be wearing just the pants."

Peach fought to keep that image from taking over all his brain and body. His skin tightened all over, from head to foot, just imagining it. He turned slightly, but kept his eyes on Blaise's handsome face. "Oh," He said. Swallowing again for the tenth time or more. Blaise, the athlete, in nothing but pants, his beautiful, strong, glorious chest bare. Peach caught himself before he let out the moan of longing that was building in his throat.

"You OK Peach?" Blaise asked worried. "I thought it would be fun to go to the wedding, that you would have fun, I mean. But I can understand if you'd rather not."

The disappointment was not possible to hide, filling his voice as he thought of Peach not there. He was more convinced than ever that Peach, his classmate from Hogwarts, was his one love. He knew he was terribly young to decide such a thing. They were both young, but he was so sure. His heart beat strongly when Peach was near. When his sunset eyes looked deep into his own, Blaise felt energized, alive. And when he thought of kissing Peach, it was Blaise's turn to swallow hard.

"No, no, Blaise. I want to go with you. I do. It's just...I wish I had something like your clothes to wear. I stick out like a sore thumb in this." Peach said, breathless under the look Blaise was giving him. Oh, ghod, he wanted to put his hand up, to cup the handsome face, to have the right to kiss him. One sweet, long, lasting kiss. Just one. Please, Merlin. This time he couldn't stop the small hungry sound he let out. But he lowered his eyes quickly, turning back to the mirror.

"I think one of my littermates might have something to fit you. Maybe Harry. He's just about your size." Blaise said quickly, the idea of Peach in his pride's robes....

"Oh! I couldn't! He's your pride's Chosen! You've told me what that means. How could wear his clothes?" Peach said awestruck by the very idea. The Chosen was like a prince in Peach's mind. He couldn't run around borrowing clothes from a prince, even if it was Harry Potter, who he'd spoken to now and again at school. Blaise laughed.

"He's not like that, you know how he is. He'll be fine with it." Blaise held out his hand automatically, forgetting Peach was not one of them, a lycanthrope. He froze, hand out, waiting to see what would happen. Peach didn't hesitate. He grabbed his friend's hand, his palm a tiny bit sweaty. Blaise thought he would melt into the floor, a big, wet, crazily in love puddle right there and then. He gently squeezed the hand that he held. "Come on." He managed to get out, tugging the willing Peach out of the room.

They raced down the busy halls. Blaise wondering if he would ever be able to tell, or better yet to show Peach how the pride really lived. If he could someday tell him that he, Blaise, Stephen, Fred, George, Harry, and Ron and the others sometimes slept all together, naked and warm, in a pile of tangled limbs. Would he ever be so lucky as to have Peach understand what it was to truly be of the Pride? Would Peach ever sleep next to him, and the others? Blaise gulped at the vision that sent to his spinning brain.

Unlike at Hogwarts no one told them to stop running, Peach noticed. There were indulgent smiles. And called out greetings. But no threats of detention, of point's being deducted as they flew down the hall. It was amazing, how, just holding Blaise's hand, Peach felt he ran so much faster than he even had before. He also knew he was grinning from ear to ear.

Far too soon they skidded to a stop outside of a room with the voices of several young males filtering out. Blaise led Peach inside without hesitation. Many eyes met theirs, but no one acted as if they were intruding. Hands reached out, and arms, hugging Blaise as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Peach was included in the group hugs, as if he belonged, solely on the basis of his being with Blaise.

"Hey, what's up?" One of the boys asked.

"I want to see if there are any robes to fit Peach. He is a little too uncomfortable in the suit." Blaise said, pulling back from the many armed hug, tucking Peach in under his arm, making it clear how he felt to his littermates. Peach was special to him, far beyond simple friendship. The other kittens in the room saw that at once and adjusted their actions with the practice of years of living in at least two separate worlds with very different customs. No overly familiar touching of the boy. No cuddling, unless Blaise made sure Peach was comfortable.

"Here, try this." Fred Weasley said from the outer reaches of the group. "It'll fit him I bet, and bring out his eyes as well." The tall red head said, handing over a pair of loose black pants and an upper robe of red, orange, yellow and black streaks. Blaise took it, handing it to Peach.

"Want to try it? He asked, suddenly aware of Peach's need to change here, among strangers. He hoped the younger boy would not be self conscious He moved to shield Peach partially, with his much larger frame. Peach, to his relief, seemed not to even think before tearing at his bow tie, the same one that had taken so long to tie, pulling it off and then divesting himself of the rest of his suit. Blaise grinned. Screw the tie! He told himself, thrilled Peach was going to be wearing the pride's robes, like a pride member. Like Blaise's...beloved. Someday, be patient. He told himself silently.

"Works best without the shoes and socks and the shorts." Stephan added, and once again Blaise held his breath to see what Peach would do, if he'd flinch. Peach just removed the said items tossing them in a heap and scrambling into the robes with Blaise helping him adjust the drape around his hips and shoulders.

He could smell the heat and the happiness from his friend's body, Blaise realized. Peach was having a good, time, enjoying being here. Something big and wonderful swelled in his chest. He hugged Peach to his side, turning and presenting him to the others. There was a brief, assessing silence for a moment, then nodding heads. The tunic brought out the color of the youth's sunset eyes, turning them into blazing pools. The rather average school boy doing dress up turned into a handsome young man. Blaise beamed with enraptured pride at the admiration his littermates were showing.

Peach felt unaccountably shy for a second as he waited to see the reaction, his face tucked in against Blaise's powerful shoulder. Blaise was so big, he made Peach, who was small for his age, feel so safe, and for the first time in his life, happy he was small, that he fit so perfectly under Blaise's arm, his face into the crook of his shoulder and chest. He reveled in the heat of the big body against his cheek.

"He's lovely." George Weasley said, draping his own arm over Fred's shoulder, resting his chin on his twin, and looking Peach up and down. "Just like one of us." He continued raising his eyes to meet Blaise's seeing the happy flush that statement brought to his littermate's face.

"If we hurry, we can get a bit to eat before the rest of them get there." Ron said, breaking into the short silence. "You look great, Peach. Come on, I'm hungry." And he headed out, robes fluttering behind him, followed but the rest of them, chattering away like any group of youth's who knew each other well, in fact intimately.

"You are always hungry." Stephen said.

"You OK?" Blaise asked Peach, taking advantage of the moment of distraction as everyone piled out of the room but them. Peach nodded, filled with happy excitement.

"Better than anything." He replied. He'd do anything, go anywhere, if Blaise would just keep the arm around him, touching him.

"Then let's go." Blaise smiled down. His eyes sparkling as he took in the bright cheeks, and parted lips, full and tempting, and....waiting. He didn't even think before he lowered his head and did what was perfectly natural. What he'd wanted to do for months, most of a year, actually.

He kissed his friend, gently, trembling, soft and sweet on those lovely lips. Tasted him, smelled him, felt the gasp of shock against his own mouth, and nearly fainted, thinking he'd gone to far, when Peach's arms went up and around his neck, holding him, keeping their mouths fused, in the most innocent, loving and wonderful kiss, Blaise could ever remember.

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