Interwoven

hi! so, this is my first HP fic so please review and give me ideas or thoughts for the like. I have a vague idea where this is going, but if anyone wants to write this with me or beta or some such, that'd be great. :D

not mine. J.K.'s. enjoy!

life
dreams

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Chapter 1


The day had been standard. Draco had been woken by elves for breakfast. His mother left right afterward for tea with some society women and his father had seemed slightly preoccupied.

Lucius had wandered to the den to read. He was worried about Draco. His birthday was more than six weeks ago, but he appeared exactly the same. No inheritance came in the nights or the days to follow which was insane considering the amount of magical creatures within the Mafoys’ lineage. Lucius could only shrug to himself recalling his own father’s disappointment when he did not receive an inheritance. Maybe, the traits had skipped two generations. Though it seemed highly improbably. Deciding not to mull on matters he could no control, Lucius began reading the contract for his new position at Hogwarts.

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Draco sprawled out in the gardens muttering to himself. Why did he still feel normal? Shouldn’t he have gone crazy with lust or grown fangs or gained point ears? Since before he could remember, his dad had been preparing him for any and all possible inheritance that Draco could adapt.

“Countless possibilities because of the Malfoy’s obsession with power,” his father had preached to him once. And after all that build up and prep work, nothing happened. Draco felt extremely disappointed. He shrugged as he rolled over pulling at the overly green grasses like he did as a child. Draco’s mind quickly shifted to something much more delicious and aggravating to think about—Harry Potter. Of course, he owed Potter his life, and his family’s safety and remaining affluence but that didn’t mean Draco had to like it. He’d probably get some wicked inheritance too. Potter had everything—perfect friends, loving people all around him, and he was bloody fucking fit. Draco groaned.

For the past week, Draco was exhausted, emotional and constantly dreaming of Harry Potter. Every night send him into a frenzy of dark hair and bright eyes and soft caresses. He could barely stand up in the morning. Draco practically ran to bed each night in anticipation of seeing that dark angel more often. He didn’t dare tell his father. Since the fall of the Dark Lord, they grew infinitely closer, but not close enough to talk about lust and wet dreams. Draco sighed to himself and trudged to his room. Maybe, he could take a nap before lunch and enjoy some time with his love.

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Unbeknownst to Draco, Harry lay in bed thinking similarly about him. All summer Draco invaded every one of Harry’s dreams along with a strange animal. At first, Harry though it was a wolf but once it appeared in an absent day dream, he realized it was a white fox. Strangely in the most recent dream, it had laid in the corner and watched Harry and Draco make love. Part of Harry feared it, but the rest wanted to wake with it his arms. Tomorrow was his birthday. It was the only thing he was wishing for—to see Draco and hold his gorgeous fox. Harry felt they were both his.

That wasn’t the only strange thing that had happened this summer. He couldn’t explain why, but the Dursleys never came near him. Well, at least not after what happened the first week of summer. Dudley had been about to pummel some boy when Harry walked out of the house. On sight of him, the two whale-like boys immediately started hugging and apologizing to Harry for their anger. Harry was so confused that he could’ve cried. He ran back in the house and didn’t leave his room for a week. No one disturbed him.

While holed up, Harry finished all his summer work. He barely had any classes because McGonagal wanted him to apprentice for the DaDa position. Harry had begrudgingly agreed, but now he was excited about going the Hogwarts the day after his birthday to meet the new teacher. His birthday was tomorrow. That didn’t matter. He wanted to go home. Hogwarts was his real home.

His friends had tried to coax him out. The Weasleys begged him to come there, and Hermoine’s family yearned to meet their daughter’s famous best friend. Harry could stand to think of any of them touching him. He couldn’t understand it, but the idea repulsed. They all thought it had to with the final battle.

Realizing that he had nothing better to do, Harry curled up on his tiny bed. Less than forty-eight hours would find him hope. He smiled to himself. As Harry drifted off, he smiled at the thought at seeing his green corpse and silver fox.

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Harry opened his eyes to find himself being worship by Draco, but Draco looked different. His white blond hair shimmered with a touch of green and grey, and his eyes had navy darts in them. His fingernails were long, pointed and forest green. The green faded and followed the veins in his hands. Draco scraped them across Harry’s naked chest.

“My beautiful tarabala, sleep well. You will grow beautiful and strong very soon. I will take care of you,” Draco smiled showing a mouth full of slightly pointed teeth. Harry shivered as another voice cut in.

“We,” came a growl through Harry’s mind. Harry could barely register that it came from his fox. “We will hold and love, tarabala. We will make you stronger.” The voice sounded faintly familiar.

Draco’s sharp nails dragged across Harry’s scalp making him moan enthusiastically. Draco quickly captured the moan with his mouth. The kiss cooled from painfully aggressive to soothingly sensual without loosing an ounce of lustfulness. Harry wanted Draco more than any being in the universe. If he meant half of his vows of love and affection, Harry would surrender his soul for Draco.

As if reading his thoughts Draco leaned into Harry’s ear and began to whisper in parseltounge, “Ssssurrender, tarabala. Sssssubmit to me. Ssssubmit to ussss. We sshhhall alwaysss love, ssserve and worsssship you for nonpareil. Ssssurrender.”

“Yessss,” Harry hissed in reply, “Yesss. I ssssurender.”

Draco smiled sensually and reached into Harry’s pajama bottoms. He began to slowly stroke the length of Harry’s thick cock. Draco squeezed his fist at the base and flicked a nail across the head with every stroke. He twisted his fist erratically and licked at his mate’s sweating chest. Harry thrashed and moaned in English and parseltongue. Seeing Harry lose so much control threw Draco into his own frenzy. Claim. Claim. Claim. Two voices in his mind shouted.

As Draco felt Harry’s orgasm approaching, he leaned forward mouthing Harry’s shoulder. Then, Draco bit Harry hard, Harry screamed, orgasmed and the dream faded.

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Draco woke feeling equally contented and displeased. He was contented by Harry’s submission. He was contented by some strange glow that was growing inside him. He was displeased that the elves had woken him with some supposed emergency. He was displeased that these dreams were not real. He was discontented by the wetness in his trousers. He was thoroughly displeased when he looked in the mirror and almost screamed.

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Harry nuzzled into the soft warmth in his arms. He sighed then nearly leapt out his bed. His fox was there! The gorgeous creature stretched it large paws across his pillow then sat facing Harry. Its white-grey eyes were sparked yellow and green. Harry gasped as it began to change shape.

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