Incubus Dreams

A/N: This is a special Christmas Gift-fic for a very talented creature-writer known as sable_silverrain. Hope you like it. Also, Sirius and Cedric didn't die (I'm sorry, but since sable's a Drarry fan, I won't be putting Harry with Ced. They were lovers before, but Harry's going to end up with Draco here). Also, just so you know, he will be having fun with others before ultimately ending up with our fave blonde Slytherin, it's part of his nature before he latches onto his mate; so be prepared to see other slashiness happening here.

Harry's body writhed in agony as waves of power and heat flooded him. It was just after midnight on July thirty-first, on his seventeenth birthday. What was happening to him had started at exactly midnight. He hadn't even had time to accept the packages from his friends. The pain seemed to go on forever, though in reality it lasted mere moments.

When he was finally able to catch his breath, Harry sat up and noticed the heaviness on his back. He started to reach back but froze at the sight of his own arm. It was long and muscular, like he'd been doing some moderate weight-lifting. Not enough to make him muscle-bound, but enough to make him look athletic, like a gymnast. He immediately began examining what he could see of his body. His arms, and legs were no longer the scrawny, spindly limbs they used to be. He had a six-pack of rippling abdominal muscles, and even pronounced pecs. He was sexy! He had a body like Cedric and Oliver now! He immediately pulled away his underwear and gazed in awe at his new cock. It was easily twice as long now, soft, than it used to be. He reached to start stroking himself, just to see how big he was hard, when he remembered the strange weight on his back. He had to see what it was.

Finally realizing it was his seventeenth birthday, Harry conjured a mirror and his jaw dropped in shock. He had WINGS! And his face! It was sculpted beautifully. High cheekbones, and slender, though square jaw, full pouty lips and his hair, instead of being a messy unruly mop, was now a cascade of curls with red undertones. He was gorgeous and he couldn't wait to see what his friends reactions would be.

His friends! He grabbed the packages and letters and the owls flew on their way. Hedwig nuzzled him for a bit, before heading out the window to hunt.

The first was an invitation to Cedric and Oliver's wedding, and a request from the former Hufflepuff to be his best man. Harry immediately sent off his reply of yes. I just hope he let's me help him relax before the ceremony the Gryffindor thought with an evil smirk, remembering all the times he and Cedric had fucked. They weren't boyfriends, just friends with benefits, just like he was with Oliver and the Weasley twins.

Next came a gift package from Ron and Hermione. Inside was a book titled 'Chess for Dummies'. Obviously, Hermione had thought it would be good for him since it was a book, and Ron thought he needed to improve his game. Included was a brand new Wizarding Chess set.

After that was a package from the twins including several items from their new adult line of toys, and a picture of him begin fucked stupid by one of them, he couldn't remember which. On it was the caption Hope we get to have some fun before you leave for school. Love Gred and Forge. He immediately got off the bed and pryed up the board that covered his hiding hole. He placed the picture inside his special photo album. The others included images of him with Cedric and Oliver, and a few more of the twins. Going through the album again made him hard, so he immediately placed the album off to the side and grabbed for his lengthening prick. After a quick toss-off, he licked his fingers clean before vanishing the rest.

A package from Hagrid contained rock cakes, which were vanished, he liked his teeth thank you very much, and a book on dragons. That made him happy, as he had a thing for dragons, especially blonde ones with a killer smirk, smoky gray eyes, and a body that could stop traffic. He should know, he peeped in the Slytherin locker rooms plenty of times after a game or their practices.

Next was from his sexy godparents. Oh, how he wanted to play with them. He loved how Remus howled when he came while Sirius slammed his long thick prick into his werewolf's spasming hole, as Remus painted their bodies in his creamy essence. Harry spied on them as often as possible, even though he knew Remus would smell him. They, naturally, sent him books on defense and becoming an Animagus. He wondered if he could talk them into an extra-special gift for him: Themselves.

Luna and Neville had sent him several books on plants and magical creatures. He thought it was nice, and he even planned on skimming them, even though he didn't share their interests as deeply, he wouldn't be so cruel as to just toss their gifts on a shelf and forget about them. That kind of thing was reserved for whatever pathetic attempts at gift his so-called relatives would give him, which happened about as often as a blue moon, or a solar eclipse.

Last, but certainly not least, was his usual Hogwarts letter, informing him of the supplies he'd need for the year. He hoped it would be a peaceful one, now that old Tommy-boy was six feet under. Only one problem though....what the bloody buggering fuck happened to him? What was he?

Ugh! I need Hermione for this one. I hope she can see me soon. I have no idea how to hide these things. he thought morosely, glaring at the reflection of his wings.