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AN: This is a plot that was just going around and around in my head, I have been considering writing a creature fic for a while, but hadn't found the inspiration, until now. I have no idea if this is any good, or something that people would want more of, but I am just throwing it out here.

Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes. You have been warned, if you don't like, don't read.

Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 27/11/2014)

Harry Potter slowly came back to consciousness with a sharp sensation of cold against his back and beneath his nearly numb arse. It was strange in comparison to the warmth radiating from the person curled up against his chest; a sleeping person, if the slow breathing was any indication. He was also aware of the odd feeling of something smooth and soft against his arms and legs; it made him think of strips of silk, or maybe even feathers, but could think of no explanation for either of those.

He felt dazed, tired and ached all over; more than anything though, he was confused; it was certainly not normal for him to wake up with someone asleep on his lap and it felt as though neither of them was wearing much more than a shirt.

"Harry?" a gentle and vaguely familiar voice asked.

Harry groaned slightly, not really wanting to wake up properly and deal with whatever was going on. Leaning his cheek against the soft hair of the head resting on his shoulder, he breathed in deeply, enjoying the comforting scent of whoever it was.

"Harry?" the voice asked again and Harry's gut instinct was to curse Ron and his need to wake others up, but he began to realise that it didn't feel like he was in the Gryffindor dormitory and he was fairly sure that that didn't really sound like Ron's voice; not to mention that asking nicely wasn't really his best friend's style.

Reluctantly he opened his eyes, and raised his head just enough to meet the twinkling blue ones of the Headmaster. The older man was crouched next to him watching him cautiously. Blinking slowly a couple of times, Harry tried to process what was going on and form something close to rational thoughts. He noticed the head leaning against his shoulder was covered in very long, almost white, blond hair and the pair of them seemed to be wrapped in a weird deep green feathery blanket; as he glanced around the room, he came to the conclusion that they were in a corner of the Hogwarts Entrance Hall.

"What happened?" Harry mumbled, hoping that Dumbledore might have some answers.

"All will become clear in due time, my boy," the headmaster told him with a small sympathetic smile that made Harry a little nervous, wondering what had come along and complicated his life now. "But for the moment, just take your time to wake up a little more. Then we shall see to it that you are both taken to the medical wing and checked over."

If he hadn't still been feeling so drained, Harry though that he would have been able to express his annoyance at the lack of information he was being given; however, as it was, he couldn't find the energy to do so. He was also becoming more aware of the pain radiating up his spine from sitting on the hard stone of the Entrance Hall's floor for who knew how long, and so, stretching slightly, he shuffled to try and become more comfortable.

He had been trying to be careful not to wake the small form on his lap, but couldn't hold in the startled yelp when, not only did the pain in his back twinge sharply, but the green blanket around them appeared to move with him. The alarmed and somewhat panicked noise startled his companion enough to make them whine softly, turn their head towards him and snuggle against his neck. Acting on protective instincts, which he didn't understand in the slightest, Harry willed the feathers to wrap more tightly around them both.

It was about the point that Harry realised that it wasn't a blanket around them at all but a huge pair of wings; a huge pair of wings which were attached to him. The other person also seemed to have similar appendages, though smaller, seemingly folded against their back, and purple in colour.

"Harry, take deep breaths, it is going to be okay." Dumbledore tried to placate him when he saw that the young man was starting to panic.

"Wings," Harry said a little breathlessly, wracking his brain to try and make of sense of it all. "Why the fuck do I have wings?" he asked, turning to look at Dumbledore again, with wide fearful eyes. He was definitely struggling not to panic. Through it all though he managed to keep his voice quiet, as he didn't want to wake the person asleep against him; one problem at a time and all that.

"Language, Harry," the headmaster chastised lightly. "You have wings because something of your true self manifested itself last night; however, this will take more explaining than I would care to do in our current location."

Harry frowned at that, not having any idea what the headmaster was talking about. He was definitely not in the mood for Dumbledore's cryptic messages and was about to demand they find a different location, then, when he felt the soft breaths against his neck stop and the body curled up against him tense.

"Please try not to panic, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said in the same tone he had used to speak to Harry when he had first begun to wake up. The headmaster's words, while apparently directed at the person who had just awoken, only caused Harry to start to panic more.

"Malfoy?" Harry exclaimed as Draco tipped his head back and stared at him with pale grey eyes, wide with shock. Part of Harry's mind told him he was an idiot for not having recognised the distinctive white blond of the other person's hair; however, he stubbornly reminded that little voice in his head that it wasn't as though waking up with Malfoy on his lap was anywhere within what he had considered to be the realm of possibility.

"Potter?" Draco's voice was tense and seemed to be just as confused as Harry felt, but the death grip his hands had on the front of Harry's shirt didn't loosen. They both seemed so overwhelmed that they just stayed frozen for several minutes, staring at each other, until something seemed to click for Draco.

"Oh, Merlin," the blond exclaimed. "No... No, no, no, no, no." Draco was definitely panicking now; his hands were flush against Harry's chest as he tried to push himself away, trying to move backwards despite the large green wings which held him firmly in place. "No," Draco wailed.

Harry was pretty convinced that the other boy was only moments away from actually bursting into tears. He was plenty worried about what could have happened to leave them in such a position, but his instincts told him not to let go. He certainly had no idea what Draco was talking about, and was feeling increasingly confused as the blond started beating on Harry's chest with his fists.

"No-one was supposed to hear, no-one," Draco whined, a look of fearful desperation on his face. "Especially not you," he added, shaking his head and trying to push away from Harry's body once more. "Let me get up, you bastard. I can't believe you did this to me."

Dumbledore was saying something but the two boys were only focused on each other; it took a great deal of will power for Harry to resist his unexplained instincts, and unfurl his wings to release Draco. Every fibre of his being was screaming at him not to, despite his own disgust at that, feeling repulsed and embarrassed by his desire to keep hold of the young blond.

Draco's face was wet from the tears he was no longer able to hold back, as he finally managed to scrabble backward off Harry's lap. At this point Harry became humiliatingly aware that he had been entirely correct in thinking neither of them were wearing many clothes; particularly when he couldn't keep himself for taking in the sight before him. He was thankful that the shirts, they were wearing, were at least long enough to cover their more private parts.

However, Harry only had a very short moment to admire Draco's well toned legs and the way that the blond's beautiful, but much smaller, purple wings spread out behind him, before Draco was clutching at his stomach and whining in pain.

Harry didn't even think before he moved and was next to Draco in a blink of an eye; he caught him with both his arms and wings as the pale blond collapsed, eyes rolling back in his head, only just managing to do so before Draco collided with the hard stone ground. Harry's heart was hammering in his chest, and he couldn't explain the relief that flooded his body when he saw how Draco's pain seemed to subside, the blond letting out a breath that was close to a sigh.

"Draco," Harry said softly, as he held the smaller boy tight against his own body, willing whatever just happened to not happen again. He had never liked seeing anyone hurt, but at least some small part of his brain registered that his emotions were more intense than he would have normally expected; he could feel his body thrumming with adrenaline from the panic when he had seen Draco's pain and he was vaguely aware of the tears now on his own face.

"I can't believe you actually did this to me," Draco mumbled quietly, his eyes flickering open as he apparently regained consciousness again. Harry continued to hold Draco close, deciding to trust the strange instincts this time and he opened his mouth to ask about what he had supposedly done, but the headmaster was apparently determined that they wouldn't discuss the matter where they were.

"Harry, we need to get you both to the medical wing," Dumbledore said, before Harry had a chance to speak. "You will need to maintain body contact, so may I suggest you carry Mr Malfoy."

Harry frowned at Dumbledore, figuring that the headmaster knew something that he didn't, and that it must have been the body contact that had eased Draco's pain. He had almost expected for the blond to argue and fight against the headmaster's suggestion, but Draco seemed subdued in a way that Harry found oddly disturbing.

It took some assistance from the Headmaster for Harry to manage to get to his feet whilst maintaining his hold on Draco. The blond was softly crying but apparently as resigned to the situation for the moment as Harry was, as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and his legs around Harry's waist. Harry supposed that Draco was keen not to experience the pain from before again; Harry could understand that. It was with a blush on his cheek that Harry hooked his own arms under Draco's bum holding him, his large green wings instinctively keeping the blond securely against his chest.

He could feel the odd sensation of Draco's wings fluttering gently against his own, as they walked through the castle. It must have been early morning because the sun was still low in the sky, leaving most of the corridors in dim light with stark shadows and there were no students walking around. Harry found himself glad for this, given he was now very aware of just how little clothing he was wearing.

While Draco's modesty was more or less safely protected by Harry's wings, a strong gust of wind would likely show off a good deal more of himself than Harry would ever want to be seen in public. Not to mention he didn't have the slightest idea how he could possibly explain the fact that he now had wings and was walking through the castle carrying Draco Malfoy and that both of them were half naked. That was certainly a whole set of rumours that he just didn't need to deal with.

They walked in silence, despite the questions that Harry was burning to ask, and by the time they reached the large doors to the medical wing, Harry was quite sure that Draco was asleep in his arms again. It was a strange feeling and he felt at war with himself; he was still feeling very confused and while having his long-time rival asleep, almost naked, in his arms should have been repulsive, his mind seemed to be almost purring at him in contentment.

"I believe that Madam Pomfrey will not mind if you lie down, Harry," Dumbledore said, indicating a bed at the far end.

Harry frowned at that, feeling rather embarrassed by the whole situation and thinking that lying down was likely to only make it even more awkward; however, Harry's arse was too sore for him to sit up any longer, even if it was on a mattress and so he gave a sigh and followed the headmaster to the far end of the medical wing.

Dumbledore pulled up a chair next to one of the beds, as Harry climbed onto it. Using his wings for additional support, Harry managed to unwind Draco's legs from around him and lay down on the bed, trying to ignore how exposed he felt and the way the look that the headmaster was giving them. Instead he peered down at Draco, who was asleep on his chest, straddling his body and pulled the bed covers over their lower halves to give some protection for their modesty.

"Why do we have to keep body contact?" Harry asked after a few moments, and then that one question seemed to open the flood gates. "What is happening to us? What do you know? Draco clearly has some idea what is going on at least, it is only fair you catch me up here," he insisted, turning his attention back to the headmaster; Dumbledore had said he wouldn't explain while they were in the Entrance Hall, which Harry kind of understood, but now they had moved to a more private location he wanted answers.

Dumbledore watched them both calculatingly, seemingly giving his words serious consideration before he spoke. "You need to maintain body contact to allow your combined magic to stabilise the child," the headmaster said, giving Harry a pointed look over the top of his half-moon spectacles. "If I am correctly, and I flatter myself enough to be quite sure I am, the pain Mr Malfoy felt earlier was the strain of his body attempting to do so without the assistance of your magic."

"Child?" Harry asked, his voice coming out as little more than a strangled gasp and he swallowed forcefully with a sinking feeling in his gut.

"Both Mr Malfoy and yourself are what is referred to as Erotes," Dumbledore told him. "Erotes are very rare. Even in those who do carry the gene, it almost always lies dormant; particularly in a dominant Erote, which is what you are."

Harry didn't know what to say to this and just nodded his head to indicate that he was listening and that the headmaster should continue. He just hoped that this would all become clearer in time, and that he wasn't going to be expected to explain it to Draco when the blond woke up again; though he had got the impression that Draco might have already known some of what was going on.

"Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore went on, "is a submissive Erote. He has presumably been so since his sixteenth birthday, when he would have come into his inheritance; however, he has, remarkably, managed to keep it a secret," he explained and there was an expression on the headmaster's face that Harry was having trouble working out; it was as though Dumbledore was both worried and annoyed that Draco had successfully concealed such a thing from him.

It all seemed a bit confusing to Harry but at least the old man was giving him answers now, even if they weren't to the questions he was asking. Biting his tongue and deciding to allow Dumbledore a chance to get to the point, Harry gave another small nod to indicate he was managing to keep up so far.

"Once a month, approximately, an unmated submissive Erote will literally call for a dominant," the headmaster told him, glancing a look at Draco, whose face was still slack with sleep. "I believe it is likely that Mr Malfoy has always managed to ensure that he was a significant distance from the castle and any other population on these nights, thereby ensuring his secret remained such."

"Why would last night have been any different?" Harry asked, glancing at the boy asleep on top of him. If Draco had gone to significant lengths to keep this hidden, then Harry was definitely curious about what had caused things to play out differently than the previous times.

"It appears he did not manage to go far enough last night; though for what reason, I cannot say," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "All we know for certain is that Mr Malfoy must have been close enough to the castle for the dormant Erote in you to hear his call and respond. It is only the call from a compatible submissive that will awaken a dominant Erote."

"And that's what happened to me last night?" Harry asked, balking slightly at the implication that he and Draco were apparently compatible.

"Quite," Dumbledore said with a nod. "You did rather terrify your dorm mates when you suddenly grew huge green wings and jumped out of the tower window in the middle of the night," the headmaster told him with a hint of amusement.

"I did what?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with shock.

"Mr Weasley came to my office in something of a hurry, to tell that you had flown out the window," Dumbledore said, with hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "He did seem rather shaken. I was, however, able to locate both you and Mr Malfoy out in the grounds not far from the forest. Once Mr Weasley had been assured of your safety, I did insist he return to the tower, despite his... reluctance."

Harry chuckled nervously. He knew how Ron had a habit of letting his emotions get the better of him, and that he was rather protective of those he cared about. He hoped that Ron hadn't actually been too rude to Dumbledore, but the headmaster seemed more amused than upset, so Harry thought it was probably okay. "Ron can be..." Harry said, his voice trailing off, not quite sure how to describe his best friend.

"So it would seem," Dumbledore said, actually chuckling a little, apparently having understood anyway. "This was, of course, many hours ago now, as it took the two of you some time to return to the castle." Dumbledore gave him a slightly amused and knowing look before continuing his explanation. "So," the headmaster said, keen to get back to his explanation, "Mr Malfoy's call for a mate was answered by you and so, acting completely on instinct, the pair of you consummated your bond."

"Wait... what?" Harry exclaimed, a dark blush colouring his cheeks. He felt awkward, particularly discussing such things with Dumbledore, and a little stunned, even though he had suspected this was where the Headmaster's explanation was heading; the lack of clothing, the mention of a child and talk of dominant and submissive were clues, too obvious for even Harry to manage to ignore.

"Harry, I know this is a lot to handle, but you must understand that Erotes are creatures of love and affection, they want a family, to love and be loved," Dumbledore explained calmly. "Draco's call was as much about his creature's want for a child as for a mate."

Harry thought it was showing a great deal of restraint that he wasn't throwing a complete fit over what he was hearing, and he wasn't quite sure why he was as calm as he was, to be honest, but that was definitely a question for later, because there was clearly a far more pressing issue."Draco's pregnant?" Harry managed to make himself ask. He was glad he was lying down, otherwise he was half convinced he would have done something really embarrassing, like faint.

Dumbledore nodded. "All successful Erote matings produce a child when consummated," he explained. "Failure to do so would cause the mating to fail, which has clearly not happened. I suspect this is largely the reason Mr Malfoy has been so very determined to keep us all in the dark about his true nature."

Harry nodded; he had to concede that if he had found himself in Draco's place he would have been petrified. The blonde's cries of 'I can't believe you did this to me' suddenly made a lot more sense, as did his panic. Again Harry felt that he should have been freaking out a lot more than he currently was and wondered whether he was still in some kind of shock, or whether it was part of his inheritance.

"Oh, Draco, I am sorry, I didn't mean to do this to you," Harry whispered against Draco's soft hair. He, at least in part, logically knew that it wasn't his fault, and that if it hadn't been his Erote that had responded, then it would have likely been someone else's, but he couldn't help the guilt he felt for the situation they found themselves in.

"I know, Harry," came a soft reply, making Harry jump at the unexpected response.

"Merlin, Draco, I didn't know you were awake," Harry said, taking deep breaths, trying to slow his heart rate back down to something relatively normal again. "You scared the crap out of me."

Draco just chuckled slightly.

"I shall leave you two to talk," Dumbledore said, getting to his feet. "I shall attempt to awaken our school nurse, so she can assure us all of your continued good health." And with that Dumbledore promptly left.

The tension was somehow much more palpable when it was just the two of them alone with the knowledge of how dramatically their entire lives had changed in the space of just one night. Both of them seemed to be using all their concentration to remember to breathe properly, neither really knowing how to break the awkward silence between them.

"Draco?" Harry asked hesitantly, summoning his courage, knowing that they were going to actually have to talk at some point.

"Harry," Draco responded, and Harry was glad to hear there was some of the bite that he was used to hearing in the other boy's voice, though thankfully it still lacked any of the usual aggression.

"Erm... are you okay?" Harry asked, not having a clue where to even start. At his question though, the blond on his chest managed to push himself up enough to be able to give him an annoyed glare that spoke volumes. "Yeah, okay stupid question," Harry conceded.

"You think?" Draco sneered sarcastically, resting his head back on Harry's shoulder.

"You seem fairly calm right now," Harry pointed out.

"I think I am in shock," Draco told him after a few seconds.

"Me too," Harry responded, actually feeling a little comforted that he wasn't alone in feeling that way. It was odd to find himself in sync with Draco Malfoy of all people, but he supposed that was fortunate given they were apparently going to have a child together. A heavy silence fell over them, as Harry tried to process that decidedly weird concept.

Everything about the whole situation was weird though, if he was honest with himself. One of the strangest things that he was becoming more and more aware of was the complete lack of animosity between them; that was definitely going to take some getting used to.

"Harry?" Draco said quietly a few minutes later, and Harry was surprised to hear something that sounded like nervousness in his voice.

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, absent-mindedly brushing his fingers gently over the feathers of Draco's folded wings.

"I am really scared," Draco admitted in little more than a whisper, but they were so close together that Harry had no trouble hearing every word. "I have known for a while that this could happen to me, but I always thought I would manage to be far enough away. This wasn't supposed to happen, I had a plan," he ranted, his voice growing in volume. "I always left the school, I..."

"I know, Draco. Sorry I ruined your plan," Harry sighed, his wings twitching and wrapping tighter around them both protectively without conscious thought.

"Actually it was Blaise and Pansy who ruined it," Draco told him, and Harry gave him a questioning look. "They wouldn't let me leave. I should have just ran and dealt with their wrath later but..." Draco sighed. "And now I have gone and messed up both our lives."

"Hey, stop it," Harry snapped, before softening his voice to continue. "Granted, this definitely... erm... complicates and well... changes things a bit, but I always wanted a family," he confessed, staring at the ceiling above him. "Never pictured having one with you and I am not sure if it is the Erote in me or whatever," he rambled, "but I find I am not objecting to this... erm... intimacy."

"That was, despite your lack of eloquence, almost sweet," Draco said, and Harry was sure he could hear the smirk on the smaller boy's lip. "Though perhaps slightly delusional," the blond added. "Do I need to remind you of the last six years of our lives?" Harry didn't like the way that Draco sounded slightly defeated and he found himself wanting to reassure him.

"Fate sure does have a funny sense of humour," Harry conceded, and then bit his lip in thought, giving something serious consideration. "Draco, I am prepared to work on this, whatever it is we have now, but if you want me to stay away from you..."

"It doesn't exactly work like that, Harry," Draco told him a little snappishly. "I literally can't live without you at the moment and nor can our child."

"What do you mean?" Harry frown at the blond; he wasn't sure what it said about him that he actually preferred the annoyed tone that Draco was using now, to the resigned one of just a few seconds earlier.

"I need your magic to help keep the pregnancy stable, otherwise it could very well kill both me and your spawn," Draco sneered. Harry supposed he would have felt pretty irritated to be so dependent on Draco, had the tables been turned, so he tried not to take it personally. "We will have to spend at least some time every day in close physical contact," the blond informed him.

"Okay, well I guess at least that will give us time to work through our issues," Harry piped up happily, trying to find some kind of silver lining that might help cheer the blond up a little bit.

Draco groaned, 'stupid Gryffindor optimism' he thought to himself. "Pregnant," he said, speaking mostly to himself. "Well fuck," Draco said, "I'm actually... no... we're actually going to have a baby." Apparently the reality of their situation was actually dawning on him.

"Yeah, I think that just about sums it up," Harry agreed.

"Oh bloody hell," Draco said, and Harry looked at him with concern when he heard the way the other boy's voice trembled. "Pregnant, getting huge, baby growing inside me, nausea, mood swings, pregnant," Draco ranted, his breathing becoming more rapid and panicked. "Oh hell, Harry, I don't think I can do this."

"Draco, just breathe deeply and try to calm down," Harry told him firmly.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" Draco bellowed, sitting up on Harry's thighs and glaring at him for all he was worth. "That is all very well for you to say, but you didn't just have your school rival shove his cock up your arse and bugger you senseless till you were carrying his child," he said angrily, thumping his hand against Harry's chest.

"Draco..." Harry said, kind of shocked by the blond's vulgar language, but far more worried about his rising anger and not having a clue how to calm him.

"No, don't you 'Draco' me, I am pregnant, Harry and..."

"And scared out of your bloody mind. I know." That much seemed so obvious; the anger was a cover for the fear that Draco was feeling. Wanting to offer him some kind of comfort, Harry reached up and placed a hand gently on his cheek. "But you need to calm down," he said firmly, trying to keep his own voice steady.

Draco immediately felt his breathing return to normal and the tension, that had been in all his muscles, ease slightly and he was unable to stop himself from gently leaning into Harry's hand.

"What in Merlin's name did you just do?" the blond asked, looking a little shaken but much more relaxed than he had been a few seconds earlier.

"I..." Harry said, waiting to try to explain that he hadn't meant to do anything.

"You gave Draco your wish for him to be calm," Dumbledore said from where he had just returned with Madam Pomfrey in tow. "Allow me to try to clarify," the headmaster added, as the two of them made their way along the medical wing towards the young couple. "When I said before that Erotes are creatures of love and affection I may have simplified somewhat."

Harry and Draco both glanced at each other, apparently neither of them surprised that the headmaster had left out certain details. Though, they both chuckled when they realised they were perhaps equally exasperated with Dumbledore, but they turned back to the man in question a second later.

"You both have some control over some emotions," the headmaster went on, when he had their attention again. "Harry is able to exhibit some degree of control over you, Draco. This is to help him ensure your safety," Dumbledore explain, at the sight of Draco's indignant expression. "I believe he simply helped placate the panic and fear you were feeling."

"Does that go both ways?" Draco asked curiously; he had read much on the Erotes once he had found out what he was, but had never given much time or thought to how they would interact with their mate as he believed he would never have one.

"I believe so," the headmaster said with a nod. "It is likely that if Harry went into a protective rage you would be the only one able to calm him. Your wings will also allow you to have similar, though somewhat opposite, effects on others outside your mateship too; whereas the only emotions you cannot influence in each other are love and lust, these are the only emotions you can influence in others."

"So, we are capable of making other people fall in love or lust, using our wings?" Harry asked, not sure what to make of that. It sounded pretty weird to him, but that seemed more or less par for the whole day so far.

"Dominant Erotes are able to make those who are in contact with their feathers lust after someone," Dumbledore explained. "However, the submissive wings are far more dangerous, for they can make someone feel love, true affection for another. I must urge you both to be extremely cautious and to use these abilities wisely."

The two of them nodded their understanding.

"Well, now this is all very interesting," Madam Pomfrey said a little impatiently, "but I really must check the health of both Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy now," she insisted, as she went to fetch a curtain to go around their bed from the other side of the wing.

"Of course, I will allow you some privacy," the headmaster told her with a polite little bow of his head. "If you would both be so kind as to join me in my office later," he added to Harry and Draco, "there are several matters we shall need to discuss."

Again, Harry and Draco both nodded their understanding, and the headmaster took his leave once more, trusting the two teenagers into the care of the school nurse.

"Okay, boys, first of all, I would like to check your wings," Madam Pomfrey said, once she had the curtain around their bed, shielding them from any potential prying eyes. "If you could sit up," she requested.

With some difficulty, given that Draco was still straddling him and they needed to remain in constant contact, Harry managed to sit up. Draco was still leaning against his chest and once Harry had unwrapped his wings from around the smaller boy, the nurse helped them both out of their shirts. Now completely naked, pressed up against each other with just the bed sheets wrapped around their lower halves, the two young men found themselves both very flushed and unable look at each other.

Madam Pomfrey, whilst wearing gloves, carefully checked Harry's back where his wings had sprouted, before checking along the structure of the wings themselves. It felt a little strange to have them handled so, and Harry took the time to really look at them for the first time as he spread them to their full length. His original assessment of them being huge was about right and he estimated they were each about six to seven foot long, giving him a wing span of about thirteen or fourteen feet; the feathers were varying shades of deep green, from almost black to a green which made Harry think of Christmas.

She then repeated the process with Draco; his wings by comparison were only perhaps two feet long. Harry thought, however, that the lack of size, at a just a five foot span, was made up for in their sheer beauty. The overall colour was what he would describe as royal purple but there were so many different shades that Harry couldn't even start to pick his favourite; he even thought that the way they shone in the light that was now coming through the large windows of the medical wing, combined with Draco's now shoulder-length blonde hair, made him look positively angelic.

The nurse readily admitted that she didn't have a great deal of information on Erotes, but confirmed that their wings seemed to be as expected and that she didn't think that there were any issues with them. However, she looked slightly apprehensive about whatever she had to do or say next.

"I understand that you will have been intimate whilst in under the influence of your Erotes forms," she said softly, and they both gave rather embarrassed nods. "Well, given that you're both male, that form of intimacy can be... problematic."

All three were clearly embarrassed by such a discussion and the two boys were deeply wishing she would just stop right there and say nothing more. No such luck though, because the nurse apparently had no intention of doing so.

"Even with proper experience and clarity of mind, anal sex can result in injury for the submissive party," Madam Pomfrey said simply. "Given your more animalistic states, Draco, I need to check..."

"NO!" Draco exclaimed, looking horrified and clinging to Harry even more tightly. "I am fine. Completely fine. No...please..."

"Draco..." Harry's voice was soft, and he really did understand the other boys hesitation; he wouldn't have wanted it to happen to him either, but he could also see Madam Pomfrey's point. "If there is any chance I hurt you, we should know about it..." he tried to reason.

"No, honestly, I am completely fine..." Draco argued stubbornly, trying to hold the sheets around his waist more securely.

Frowning slightly Harry moved his hand down Draco's back and pressed lightly against the bottom of his spine. The effect was instantaneous; Draco yelped and tried to shift away from the pressure, small tears filling his eyes, as he clung to Harry, trying to bury his face against his neck.

Harry tipped Draco's head up to look at him. "Don't lie to me, Draco," he said firmly. Things were going to be complicated enough between the two of them as it was, without lies and half-truths thrown into the whole mess.

"Please, Harry..." Draco begged.

It was nearly enough to make Harry agree, to hear the strong Malfoy boy actually plead with him, but he knew this had to happen. It was something they should get out of the way now. "I know you don't want her to do this, Draco, but it is important," he tried to reason. "Draco, you know she has to do this right?"

Draco nodded sadly. Harry wrapped his arms and wings more tightly around the young blond, somehow just knowing that Draco would probably try to lash out at the nurse as soon as she tried to touch him and nodded to Madam Pomfrey. Draco was fearful of what was about to happen, and kept his head buried in Harry's neck, his arms pinned between their bodies, as Harry used both arms and wings to hold him securely. He let out a small whimper as the nurse pulled back the sheets leaving him very exposed.

"Shh, it's okay Draco, I've got you," Harry whispered, trying to comfort him but Draco still yelped and tried to pull away when he felt a finger slide inside him.

"Okay, as I suspected, Draco, your inner walls have some damage," the nurse explained. "I am just going to put some of this healing paste on them. This will also help with the pain."

Thankfully it was quickly done and, as soon as it was, Draco moved himself so he was sideways on Harry's lap. It was a bit strange seeking comfort from the other boy, but he felt definitely more comfortable when the dark haired boy pulling the covers and his wings tight around them both. They were glad when Madam Pomfrey knew to give them some space and left.

"I am sorry we had to do that, Draco," Harry said softly after a few minutes of the two of them just sitting together, holding each other. "Please tell me you aren't in any more pain, and no lying this time."

"It doesn't hurt now," Draco told him. "It feels weird, but not painful. It is just... anyone else touching me feels wrong," he tried to explain. "When she... it was the kind of pain you feel when you feel something emotionally intense."

"Well I hope no-one else ever will touch you," Harry said, surprising himself with the truth of his possessive words. He pressed a kiss to the top of the blond's head and lay them both down, suggesting they get a little sleep before they had to go speak with the Headmaster; Draco raised no objection.

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