Once Upon an Alternate Universe

Summary: Harry is a healer with limited magic in a medieval village in England. The villiage is plagued by a dragon, which means that there must be a virgin sacrificed every year as decreed by the dragon. Harry is chosen one year and this is how the story goes.
(it is so not original it isn\'t even funny, and I know Draco as a dragon is beaten to death, but this will be AU and so, nyah.)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and all her characters, including Harry and Draco, belong to her as well. The weird, twisted idea is mine.
Warnings: reference to beastiality, and bondage... damn my brain.

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Harry was surprised at the turn of events. He really shouldn\'t have been though. Everyone in the village knew that the lottery was fair, theoretically. The fact that he had been an orphan had a lot to do with where he was right now. The frightening thing was that they were willing to give up their healer to prevent the wrath of the dragon from falling upon the village. He tugged on the bonds tying his wrists to the posts. His apprentice, Neville, had learned well, they were impossible to slip out of, yet comfortable. Harry had taught his apprentice how to tie the knots this way to prevent a patient undergoing surgery from thrashing when panicking; irony had never tasted so bitter. The village was a dark spot in an even darker countryside, so there wasn\'t a lot to look at as he was awaiting his doom at the hands of the dragon. He really should have taken Ginny up on her offer to help him lose his virginity, but he had been so busy teaching Neville and saving the failed surgeries from Neville\'s incompetence there had really been no time for such frivilous things. And now he was going to die at the hands of a dragon. Ginny had moved on surprisingly fast, and no one else had come out to give him comfort before he died. Which came back to the fact that he was tied to posts, naked, with a few bits of gold as tribute to the dragon. He shivvered as a cold breeze swept across the desolate moor before him. The only comforting thought he had was that perhaps he would die of hypothermia before the dragon came. He had heard the dragon\'s other victims, and only hoped that he was dead, delirious or unconscious before the dragon came to him.


A shape was approaching. It seemed to be drawing the darkness to it. Harry drew himself up; he had to believe that if he could not go the way he wanted, he could at least go bravely. It was the least he could do as an orphan in tribute to his unknown parents. A sleek reptilian head looked at him. If he had not known it was alive, he would have thought the dragon was a random pile of stone. The extra darkness came from under it\'s wings, which seemed to extend across the entire moor. It was slate grey, with eyes that looked like opals struck by lightning. Harry found himself captivated by it\'s stare. Suddenly, it\'s head snaked around to Harry\'s ass. Harry stiffened when a wet tongue met his asshole. The dragon was sniffing him as if he were a bouquet of roses. It made Harry want to laugh, but the fact that he was paralyzed by terror prevented any sound from being remotely laugh-like. A smell like moss after a rain assaulted Harry\'s senses. With a panicked diagnosis Harry realized that the dragon was aroused. He started to thrash in his bonds with renewed purpose. The dragon tilted it\'s head at Harry\'s desperate antics. A clap of thunder replaced the dragon with a blonde, grey-eyed and quite naked man. Harry stopped thrashing, and nearly passed out with fear. His pulse was racing through his body as if trying to find a way out. The dragon-man-thing looked at him with one eye the same grey as the body had been.