Hey guys. Sorry, I know it's been a while… But finally I got this chapter done! It's not proof read, so it may be kinda….. bad. SORRY!!!!

THIS FANFICTION IS NOW RATED M!!!! I WILL POST A WARNING BEFORE THE PARTS THAT INCLUDE ADULT CONTENT!!! DO NOT READ THESE PARTS IF YOU ARE TOO YOUNG OR DO NOT WISH TO!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Ah, and yes, I had a few problems I wanted to work out. I placed it with the boys 19 and still in Hogwarts because I wanted them old enough to do whatever I wanted to with them, without breaking my personal boundaries. So just bare with me, say they fell back two years, and Voldemort is just a slow ass killer, kay?

Along with that, I also made a mistake. I have been writing Private Drive. It is Privet Drive, and I know they are not still there originally. I do this because when reading the first book I was very young and improvised pronunciation with words that I already knew. Privet=private, Hermione=Harmony, etc. I will no longer torture you all with my terrible skizzills, and I am re-reading the books to get a better grip on the story.

I understand that I have probably completely flucked up the moon cycles, and for that I am sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't count the days. Gomen nasai!!!

Thank you all, for your generosity, patience, and support over the while this story has been up. It's y'all that keep me going.

Warning: Possible limey/lemony zest at the end… not quite sure. You'll just have to find out! Yaoi/Shonen ai, no like, no read. (I think this is understood by now…)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do however own an onigiri plushy.

Enjoy~!

Silver and Cold

Chapter 12:

--Day 10 of 14, moon: Waxing Gibbous (day of full moon, 12 of 14)—

Draco shifted edgily against the window pane, narrowing his eyes at the rising sun. He had slept little that night, not surprising when one considered his misfortune with dreams as of late. His bed lay in shambles, as were his night clothes, which he had noticed the state of embarrassedly once the professor… his mentor, had left. He had changed, and was now wearing some slim fitting black jeans with the knees torn out (of their own accord, mind you), and a tattered green sweat shirt. These were what he could make of training clothes.

The sun now resting lightly above the line of foliage behind his fairly spacious yard, and the sky was taking on a fluttery pink hue, far different from its stormy navy grey of the night before. Today would be a bright one and a lucky strike for him. Perhaps the snow would succumb to the suns heat before whatever Remus had in store for him became too brutal.

Draco cast an eye down at his back yard, coated with fine, frosty snow. As the light reflected off its luminescent surface, he could have sworn he saw a line of disheveled snow and ice, marked in the shape of very large foot prints, slice across the yard, leading toward-

With that the door bell rung its high pitched tone, and Draco's mind was off on it's rant again. This was pointless; he had neither chance nor choice against his future actions. He hurriedly shoved his practicalities to the back of his thought process and flitted to the door, opening it to reveal a very chipper looking Remus.

Draco's brooding mood clashed greatly with this beaming mans aura, as it always did.

"Are you ready to get the training of your life, slacker?" Remus asked, motioning Draco out the door, and said teen closed and locked it.

"How you didn't wake the entire muggle street with that brightness, I don't know sir." Draco mumbled icily. "Should I be worried about Potters sight?"

"No, of course not, Siri and I were off on the town all night looooong." Remus sang. There was an extra hop in his step as the moved quickly down the road, veering off toward the forest.

Draco shivered at the thought and averted his eyes toward the muggle houses. "So you left him alone all day?"

Remus scoffed and shook his head at the boy. "Nooooo! Actually what we were doing is a surprise."

"What?"

"Not telllllling!"

"Can you please stop being openly gay. You sound like that man from "The Producers"."

"Pfft. Who are you to talk."

"You know, I think I'm having second thoughts about all this."

"Jesus you're such a kill joy, and no backing out now." Mooney sighed exasperatedly. At least the hostility between himself and the little teen had dwindled a bit, they could actually talk now. "Alright, serious time."

Draco eyed the forest warily as they entered, listening to every breaking branch. He felt on edge, something was very wrong. He just couldn't pinpoint it. He caught sight of a flock of birds taking flight, and nearly jumped.

"You need to quit being so skittish. First rule, stillness in body and mind is key, especially in sneak attacks. With those jitters you'll never jump Fenrir." Remus' voice had changed from his happy tone to that of the hard core professor, he knew they had to much to do with to little time. The odds were against him, but his first priority was keeping his god son… in law…. Whatever, Harry's love alive. Plus, his teacher's spirit would not in a million years let a student go into anything unprepared. No, he was no Severus Snape.

Both young men picked up a scent. Draco quivered visibly, one face coming to mind, burned on the insides of his eyelids. His entire form stopped dead in his tracks, and the end of breath made the air seem to become solidified stone. His eyes widened and rimmed with wetness; his nostrils flared.

Remus went into defensive, eyes flickering from tree to brush. They were already far into the forest, far enough to have for no human to see or hear them. He looked to Draco, who's muscles were tensed, ready to spring.

The scent; blood, dust, sweat, tangible malice; they were all the signature of one werewolf. We knew it all too well from his nightmares and his close encounter. Suddenly the places where his scars had once been seemed to rip and tear at his skin; bringing fresh pain bubbling to the surface. He bolted, but was caught by the strong arms of his new master, and panicked.

"Where is he?! Where is he?! I swear I'll kill him!" Draco growled, feeling the pain and fear and hate burst and boil in his heart. He thrashed against the other werewolf's' iron grasp, wishing he were stronger. His hands turned to razors, and blood wafted through the air. It somehow cleared his mind, and he could nearly laugh at that irony. He slowed, and finally stopped, heartbeat racing.

"It's okay, Malfoy, calm down. The scent is old, he's far gone by now." Remus' voice was as soothing as it could be. His arms were healing rapidly, part of the magic of being so close to full moon. He was also having a hard time not lashing out, but his self control had become very refined over the last few years, and he was still in a relatively good mood. Sirius had a way of leaving a lasting impression.

"It's so real, it's everywhere." Draco muttered, shaking, looking down at his bloodied hands and shirt. "Am I going insane?"

Remus tried to shake his head, but the teen had looked away. He let the teen go, and both stood, having fallen to the slushy ground. Remus brushed off. "It's all something you have to get used to. You'll learn, I promise. And your situation is…"

"Fucked up?"

"I was trying to be considerate." Remus said with a small smirk. He was ready to start off again, but Draco had taken a seat on a fallen log, so he waited.

"Listen, I'm-" Draco began, struggling to even talk. His eyes were swarming with doubt and sadness, and anger. "-sorry, about the… you know. I didn't mean-"

"It's alright . You're forgiven. These things are going to happen, so don't get to worked up, okay?" Remus said this softly, feeling the animal in him subside and lay dormant once again easily. This would be a tough road for the Malfoy boy, no doubt about that.

Draco nodded solemnly, as if noticing the professor's thoughts. He stood, and stretched his hands, cracking the knuckles. "So this scent so close, it means…"

"You may not have to leave to get your revenge." Remus uttered darkly, searching the forest for any signs. "But as far as I know, he's nowhere near here. It's like he came and passed, but what we must wonder is how much does he know."

"Yup. Do you think they know about Harry living here? How didn't they already know?"

"I believed that there were charms placed upon the house to protect Harry from harm, but on the house alone, should he leave-"

"Then he's a sitting duck. Fantastic."

Remus shrugged. "I don't know how deep that magic is, or if it's still in effect, but it's best to keep an eye out." He began walking once more, hearing the teen follow. "As for you…"

"It's a known fact that I'm targeted, it was only a while before I was found out. Would have thunk they took me for dead." Draco muttered as his eyes surveyed the trees, wary now. "Oh well, either way, I knew we'd be confronting each other eventually."

"Forget about that right now." Remus shook his head, trying to push the stress out of his voice. It was hard to listen to the all to obvious self loathing in the teens voice for something they both were, they both had gone through. "Why do you want to gain control of yourself?"

Draco swallowed away what sounded like another rant. "I want to be able to stand my own against my… opponent."

Remus raised an eye at the teen. "And nothing else?" They were entering a clearing, the sun glistened off of their hair and slightly damp skin. It was now at about a 10 degree angle and the sky was taking on a light baby blue shade.

Draco paused, taken slightly aback, but he had already thought this through, "also, so that I don't hurt those I …love… for the time being." He meant it entirely, but it came out awkward, a reflex from his previous life style.

"Good." Remus muttered, smiling at the teen. Maybe there was hope for the previously arrogant Malfoy boy after all. He looked forward, and walked to the center of the field. He willed himself to change, and felt his spine crack and his limbs elongate smoothly. His hair grew, shaggy and rough, from all over his body. Not pleasant, but he had grown used to the feeling. Soon he was a beast somewhere between a man and wolf.

"First lesson: learning to control your changes. There are three stages of the change. The first, and usually most common, is your human form; the second is a cross between wolf and man, which is what I am at the moment; the last is a complete wolf, in every sense." Remus' voice was echoing and silvery, the words not coming from his mouth but from him… in general. It was hard to explain. He didn't speak physically, but Draco was able to hear the sound as if it were within his own head.

"How are you talking?" The question was automatic from DADA drop out.

"Through magic and a kind of telepathy. I'm speaking with my mind. You'll be able to as well. And although normal people can hear it and understand, it won't sound as clear as it does to you." Remus explained, chuckling in a wolfish way, his furry, bare chest heaving with the action. He bent down on all fours and trotted a little around the teen. "Now, try to change. I want to see how much you know without my help."

Draco gulped, re-thinking his situation. Just seeing the wolf before him brought back horrible flashbacks of his near-death and his nightmares. The smell was also terrible; muggy and humid. He hated what he had become with a renewed vigor.

He suddenly felt horrid. How could he think this way about the man? He was different, that much he had proven to Draco, and in the physical sense Remus Lupin was far from Fenrir Greyback. His fur was lighter, softer, and less blood stained. His muscles were leaner, his eyes were kinder, and his trod was not predatory or malicious. The smell he emitted was, at a second glance, that of dust and however emasculating it sounded, honeysuckle and mint leaves. He only meant to help, and these few differences helped keep Draco from completely losing it.

Draco breathed shakily, and tried to will his change. His magic aura swirled in his stomach and swelled in his chest. His skin tingled and he felt prickling on his fingers, face, and back. The feeling receded and he felt his body settle. Strange, his bones hadn't ached nor had his muscls burned the way they did as they changed shape and composition. He opened his eyes.

"Not… bad." The sandy werewolf muttered, snickering.

Draco screwed his eyes at the fluffy man-wolf, unsure of why he found the teens first willing change funny. He looked down at himself, and found only his hands changed. He had failed. He frowned at the professor. "So what? It's my first try; nothing funny 'bout it."

"Check your hair… and ass. Please." Remus mumbled through chuckling fits.

Draco's face flushed, and he touched a tentative hand to his head. He started at the hairline, and his fingers thumb and pinky sloped abruptly upward upon two fluffy objects nestled between his soft platinum locks. He blushed made, feeling them move as he willed them to. He brushed a hand behind himself and felt a long, fuzzy tail. He could only guess how off he looked compared to the professor's fully fur covered, enlarged self. Draco buried his face in his palm and felt the hair recede and shrivel like ashes.

After much energy spent and many not so prideful forms on Draco's behalf, he had managed to successfully convert from lean, hot teenager Draco to platinum blond-furred, well muscled werewolf, razor teeth and all. This form was disorienting, to say the least, but he could sense his strength grow.

Soon after this the shaggy professor had shifted into a complete wolf, and stated that this was the next step. Draco had great difficulty doing this, even holding his present form was nearly beyond his ability. He hadn't even experienced his first full moon yet, so even the slightest form shifting should have been impossible for him. Along with these doubts, every time he focused his energy and wizardly aura on the switch, he began to feel sick to his stomach. He felt he was tarnishing his bloodline; giving up on his simply-a-wizard life.

After Draco had managed to change completely into a silvery, coarse furred wolf; panting from the lack of energy he had left in his arsenal; Remus got the bright idea of testing the newbie's tracking skills. They cut a few laps around and through the forest, Draco well in toe of his new "master", and finally stopped once more in the clearing.

Remus arrived only a few seconds before the teen, breath only slightly more rapidly than usual. The kid had natural talent. Draco Malfoy should have had to wait until that full moon, or at least the day before. Along with this, the boys nose was incredible. He had picked up on, and almost followed, a wiff of Fenrir's remaining scent which Mooney himself had barely noticed. Of course, a fledgling is more attuned to his creator, but still…

These signs could either be very good, or very horrible.

Draco burst in, breath ragged and fur drenched. His muscles rippled and his course hair and extra appendages crumpled away like burnt flower petals. He stumbled a bit, then finally collapsed on the grass, skin pooling sweat in its crevices. He didn't even comprehend the fact of his own nakedness. God only knew what had become of his clothing. He registered the professor moving closer, and felt the impact of jean pants hitting his torso. He coughed. Such a small weight, even, felt like lead to his body. He hoped he had inherited the quick healing feature from that bastard of a wolf who tossed him into this shit hole. He suddenly realized how crabby exercise made him feel. He snuck into the pants, buttoning and resizing the too large waist band with his wand, which he had shrunk and placed in a rawhide pouch around his neck, long enough not to be affected by his change in size and shape; then he returned to being near comatose on the soft, sun-dried grass. Remus joined him with a heavy sigh.

Remus' eyes slid shut, and he allowed the sun's heat to consume his tension, his worry. "You know," he mumbled wistfully, only half awake, "Lily Potter, when we were still attending Hogwarts; she helped me out a lot. She probably saved my life on more than one occasion."

Draco stared at the sky, feeling a burn settle on his fair skin. Funny, that this could be such a warm day is such a cool season, one which was only a few away from the Christmas holiday. His eyes were warm, and slightly wet.

"Without sounding too emasculating, Harry's a lot like his mother, in spirit." Remus chuckled a bit, thinking back to those happy days. James, Lily, Sirius's and his own blooming love… days when they had felt invincible through everything and anything.

"You do realize you said Harry is a woman trapped in a man's body, right?" Draco sniggered.

"That's not what I said, and you know it." Mooney protested quickly, blushing mad at what his godson might think. He wouldn't be surprised to find himself cursed.

"Yeah, yeah." Draco drawled lazily. He covered his eyes with his palm.

"Alright, break over. Get up."

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A couple hours later, after more vigorous training, Remus was headed toward his and Sirius' not-so-muggle hotel room to meet his lover, and Draco was walking back to his very dismal seeming house, barely dragging his blistered feet. His eyes drooped, and he found it difficult to stay in any form at all. His ears and tail (which he had finally accepted as, yes, his own appendages, however new and grotesque they might be) kept fazing and crumbling then popping up again. He managed the sprint up to his door, throwing it open, then stopped short. He stepped cautiously into the odd shadows, and found himself in their main hall.

He could hear voices in one of the sitting rooms. Not pausing at his entrance. He caught the door before it slammed shut, and snuck toward the voices. It was farther than he had expected an attribution of his newfound beastliness.

He pressed on the closed door leading into the sitting room from which the voices resonated. It slowly creaked open. He was able to see his mother, long and sickly looking as usual, and another; a dark haired teen. The rim of who's glasses was visible beside his messy black locks. Their heads swiveled around to meet his gaze, eyes growing only a fraction wider.

"Hello mother figure, Harry Potter, for what occasion do I credit the enjoyment of speaking to you both at… the… same… time?" Draco asked, stunned. He was revived from his zombie-esque state by his speedy heart. His skin prickled and the hairs on his neck stood erect.

"Hi… Draco." Harry mumbled, a blush flying over his fair, hallowed in cheeks. He looked much healthier than he had ever before, but he still had a ways to go before he could be considered not-bony. Draco loved the little pink s[lash of color, the way his name rolled so freely off of Harry's tongue now. He was crushed, inevitably crushed to crumbled ruin.

Narcissa held up a glass of cheap wine, giving Draco a critical look. "He brings tidings of peace and friendship."

Draco raised an eyebrow, angling his blue sapphires at the green-eyed teen. "You bring alcohol to my mother and call that peace?"

"I tried." Harry shrugged, "Not much can be said for my experience with getting to know the Malfoy family, and wine is a very typical gift."

"We're getting off topic quite quickly, I see. Is there a cover-up afoot?"

"Of course not, Hun! Harry here just wanted to make good with what family we have left to our name." Narcy seemed already a bit loopy, her cheeks reddened; this was unnatural for the slight, fair woman. Perhaps this was part of Harry's plan, the sly little Gryffindor.

"And how is this going?" Draco raised both platinum eyebrows as harry ducked his head. The teen had a small blush, although he covered it well with that quirky smile.

"Smoother than thought." Harry said with a satisfied smirk.

"We're all just runaways, to hell with us if we refuse to unite due to pointless feuds," Narcissa hicked, and laughed rather maniacally. She threw herself back into her seat, chuckling and shaking. Blonde tendrils of hair flew around her frail body.

Draco turned to Harry with an icy glare, and asked in a slow, stormy tone. "What did you do to my mother?"

"N-nothing! She was holding a bottle when I got here!"

"MOTHER!"

"So little love from my only son!"

"Harry, if her liver fails, you're paying."

"What?! She's the one glugging it down! I couldn't revoke my gift!"

"I just wanna be looooooved!" And with that, Narcissa tossed her glass to some insignificant corner of the room and flung herself at the boys, wrapping each in a strangling hug.

Harry looked at Draco in shock, who returned the expression, and blushed for his mothers sake.

A few moments later, Narcy was stone cold wasted, and the two teens had helped her to a bed. Draco pressed a kiss to her forehead, pausing a few inches back, and then straightened. He looked at Harry. He was suddenly made aware of the fact that he still had yet to grab a t-shirt from his room. His skin tingled.

Harry seemed oblivious to this fact, mind still a-reel. He didn't think such strong family grudges could be settled with a bottle of "Fat Bastard", but as so many times before, the golden boy had been proven wrong. Looking at himself and the Malfoy family, he felt a shred of hope for the wizard realm and its diversity.

He turned his attention on Draco, his metallic blonde hair in a seemingly not attempted fly-by still, skin glistening with drying sweat and dirt, tanned by the sunlight. His torn and worn jeans were obviously not concealing underwear. It made Harry blush. He quickly turned about face and said over his shoulder in a rushed jumble, "Why don't you get dressed and come over for a bit? I have something I want to give you."

Harry left the room hurriedly before Draco could answer, leaving only his scent and presence behind.

Draco's mind ran rapid, wondering what the raven-haired boy had meant by that. He gave his mother one last glance, made sure she was safe, and left the room. He bypassed his bedroom trip and instead headed for the front door at a slow trot, still tired from his long day. Potter had already left, so he hadn't time to catch him whilst still within his own home. He grabbed his jacket from the rack and threw it on. He self-consciously threw the collar over his head, still having problems with his ears and tail. They had shriveled away for the last few minutes and had just then popped back up. They were not things he wished the neighbors to see, whether he was revealed to his enemy or not.

On that note, he would have to stay in this odd little neighborhood. What would happen, should he leave and the dark lord and his henchmen come, and he not be here? Harry, those little kids, Remus, Black, his mother, they could all be taken. They were all very independent; but he was just too stubborn to accept that.

He'd stay, make Potter happy, and keep his eyes open. He threw open the door of his home, looked around timidly, then shot across the street, hearing the door bang shut. His collar slipped, showing off his triangular features. They twitched in the cooling air. He shoved the collar back over the atrocities. He made it to the Dursley's house in a few strides and rapped on the hard wood. There was a muffled shuffling of feet for a moment, and then the door was swung open, revealing a very red Harry. He smiled widely, and allowed Draco in.

The blonde observed the house, finding it to be in not quite the cleanly state as it had been the last time, not so sickly sterile. Shoes were piled next to the door and the air smelled of the three men residing there and food. It felt… lived in for the first time.

"Hey, Malfoy, how'd training go? Remus let me know before he went to your place. Guess you're pretty tired… I really think your mum's getting used to me! Wow, never thought THAT would happen. So-" Harry's mouth moved a mile a minute, a little blush creeping over his cheeks with every glance he threw to Draco. The blonde seemed very serious minded at the time, and Harry was trying counter it, not something he was used to. On the other hand, he could still see Draco's chest, well muscled and tan, through the dark green jean jacket. He had stopped speaking when he caught sight of Draco's ears. "Wow…" he whispered. He closed the space between them and subconsciously felt the triangles, running a finger up the front flap.

Draco was startled, but the gentle touches melted his jitters. He pressed into Harry's hand and moaned softly.

*******Yeah… right about here is where the T rating stopped, so… SKIP IF YOU MUST!!!****

Harry held back a laugh, seeing the taller teen react so strongly to his fingers. "Does that feel good?" he snorted slightly, but really felt very… aroused by the small sound coming from the boys lips.

Draco nodded, biting back a whimper, and felt himself reach his limits. He didn't think his ears could be so… useful. He brought his palm to the nap of Harry's neck and quickly angled his head up, pressing a heated kiss to the surprised Gryffindor's lips. He forced his tongue into Harry's mouth, hearing a gasp, and explored the wet cavern. Finally, the smaller male began to participate after a few moments of surprise. Draco ran his hands down Harry's back and dug under the rim of his pants and boxers. He cupped the raven-haired teens cheeks and squeezed, receiving a kiss-breaking jump.

Harry got back at him with a quick tug on his ears, sending sparks up the werewolf's spine. Harry broke away, panting with excitement, and struggled out, "Draco, n-not right now. I ca-n't."

Draco ignored the plea, digging deeper into the teens pants, loosening the buttons, and pressed a finger near Harry's tight entrance. The emerald-eyed boy bucked his hips against Draco's abdomen, startled.

"Oh c'mon, Potter, lighten up a bit. Dumbledore and Minerva aren't watching you to be sure their golden boy isn't being tarnished by a snake. This is all about you and me." Draco chuckled darkly and tortured the rigged boy a bit more with his touches, He added, "So why wait?". He couldn't quite remember how they'd gotten in this situation, but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. It was just too arousing, seeing the Potter boy all hot and bothered over him.

Harry bit back his moans, but the tightness in his pants couldn't be ignored for much longer, nor could Draco's.

"C-cause…" Harry was unable to finish his sentence, may it be from Draco's hands or indecision.

"I want you, Potter." Draco smirked wickedly and kissed the boy heatedly, he continued in a husky voice, "Now." Draco managed to get the nearly limp teen pinned against the couch, hands running up his shirt.

"I don't know if you're the one!"

"I'll bet you all the money in Gringotts I am." Draco grinned. He caught Harry's words in a kiss and deepened it, feeling Harry's breath rush across his face and his tongue slide against his. Draco managed to remove the Gryffindor's shirt and his own jean jacket, then started working on Harry's pants. His hands brushed against Potter's erection; and Draco felt him shiver. He got the bkack pants over the teen's knees, then unbuttoned his own, all the while listening to the scrawny teen's muffled and mumbled protests. He braced his weight above the twitching body beneath him.

"Draco… Sirius and Remus will be back s-sooooon…" Harry's words became moans as Draco burrowed his face in the dark-haired teens collar, sucking and biting at the soft skin.

"Can you make it to your bedroom?" Draco was starting to pant, despite himself, his hand greedily roaming over the teens lithe body. Even as he said the question, his lips were moving downward to one of Harry's nipples, lapping at the already slightly hard, sensitive patch of skin.

"Draco… s-stop…, please. I can't take it." Harry sounded disoriented, his words slurred.

Draco looked up, and noticed there was redness beneath the wizard's blush coloring his cheeks. Apparently potter didn't hold his alcohol well. Draco grinned devilishly, his tail swinging to and fro excitedly. "Potter, are you drunk?"

Said teen covered his cheeks with a shaky palm. He hissed, "of course not!"

"How much did you have? Tell me." Draco bit the nipple in his mouth, causing the teen to shout and arch his chest into Draco's mouth.

"Mmmmmmh… Draco~."

Harry saying his name in such a way was enough to send hot chills up the blonde's spine. He held tightly to the other's hips, and moved downward, nipping and licking at the boy's lower stomach. "Say it again…" Draco's hot breath billowed against the teen's sensitive skin.

"Draco…" Sweat built up on all parts of the Gryffindor's body, causing it to glisten slightly in the artificial light.

The Slytherin smiled in satisfaction and ran his warm tongue across the golden boy's member. In return, Harry bit back his noises, embarrassed by how easily Draco was breaking down his defenses.

"Suck on these, Potter." Draco ordered, holding his first three fingers out to the smaller teen. He was happy to see the proud Gryffindor obediently accept his wishes. He sucked hard on Harry's throbbing erection, and felt the vibration of Harry's lustful sounds around his fingers, followed by the flow of saliva, the feel of his tongue… the blonde was getting very hard, and very impatient.

The werewolf bit down gently on the base of the teen's dick, getting a rise from him. Harry moaned, and laced shaky fingers in the taller boy's silky hair. After a few more moments of the torture, the raven-haired boy came, screaming out Draco's name. He then settled, gasping, into the couch. He was red from the chest up, perspiration grouping in the indentations of his collarbones. Saliva dripped down Draco's hand and forearm. The platinum blonde laughed quietly and removed his fingers from Harry's lax jaws. Draco licked away the white liquid from his lips, smirking beneath pieced bangs.

"Did I hurt you?"

Harry slowly shook his head. "N-No… it feels good."

"My turn." Draco muttered huskily, leaning up so his mouth was just next to Harry's ear, and nibbled. Harry's breath caught. "Don't worry. This might hurt a second…"

Harry braced himself, feeling his hips be lifted and a couple pillows stuffed beneath him. He felt Draco finger his entrance, the small appendages wet with Harry's own saliva, and warm. He tried not to jump. One pressed quickly into his place, bringing a shout bubbling to the raven-haired boy's throat.

Draco wiggled around within the warm walls, feeling for the prostate. He shoved deeper, and felt a small, squishy part brush his fingertip. It was immediately followed by a choked gasp from his partner. He prodded the spot, enjoying the sounds, and eager to be inside the body beneath him. He added a second finger, quickly followed by a third. Harry was breathing hard once more, thrusting into Draco's hand. The blonde was once again teasing Harry's neck, leaving his mark.

Once Draco thought Harry was wide enough, and his throbbing erection was finally beginning to seem unbearable, he removed his fingers.

Harry whimpered at the loss of the intruders, suddenly feeling empty.

Draco in turn kissed the Potter roughly, pressing him into the couch further. He pressed his member against the golden boy's growing one, and shivered. He hadn't ever wanted someone this much. It was torture, and pleasure, and it was real. This was real.

He slowly sunk himself into Harry's place, feeling warmth envelope him. He could hear the sounds coming from the Gryffindor's lips, and they urged him forward. He pulled back out, and thrust back in slowly, jabbing the prostate hard with each movement.

Harry moaned beneath him loudly, bucking up into his body, sinking it in deeper. He was unable to think, unable to comprehend the pleasure racing through his body. He couldn't speak.

Draco grinned and quickened the pace, muffling the teens noise with a deep kiss. He could feel the vibrations of the dark-haired teen's moans through his lips. He felt himself grow close, having waited so long for entrance.

"Draco… I… Love… You!" Harry managed out in gasps, holding onto the taller teens back with hot hands. His legs wrapped around Draco's waist. He finally came for the second time, spewing white cum all over both of their stomachs.

Draco came soon after that, gasping loudly, and sunk to the side, pulling Harry so he rested on his chest. The couch really wasn't the best idea when it came down to fitting them both.

*******M RATING PART FINITO!!! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR SUCKISH-NESS!!!************

Both teen's breathed hard and fast, eyes glazed over with the happiness of the afterward. Sweat and cum lingered together on their skin and the fabric of the couch.

"I… think I love you, too." Draco muttered, finally catching his breath. Now he was truly exhausted. His extra features shriveled away on their own, seemingly aware that they had served their purpose. Draco looked down at the little teen, admiring his looks while he wasn't aware of the blonde's gaze. He was beautiful, however misplaced that sounded. His hair was drenched with sweat, and his eyes were watering. His face was completely flushed, and blotches of red colored his chest area. The green irises seemed deeper than ever Draco had noticed, whilst at school. His skin was fair and his body thin and only slightly muscled, enough to make him more attractive than a skeleton. The teen was pretty, a pretty boy; there was no questioning that, although he'd probably kill one for saying it.

"I brought you here… to give you your Christmas present." Harry muttered, sighing. His voice was whispered and slightly rough. He slid his arms around Draco's shoulders.

Draco squeezed the smaller teen closer, enjoying the feel of his skin against his own. "Isn't Christmas three days from now? Why give it to me so early?" His voice was concerned, but he knew very well what the younger teen was getting at. He smirked, wondering how the boy would react when he told him he would be staying for a while. But of course that brought back the thoughts of Fenrir, and that certainly did not help keep the mood.

"Well… I figured since maybe you might not be here for the actual day that I-" Harry was interrupted by Draco's finger touching his lips. Harry was at first angered, but stopped from rampaging when he looked up and saw the look on Draco's face.

"I'm staying, Potter. You have no reason to be upset anymore. Calm down." He was a bit touched by the teens bothered attitude towards his health, and grinned wide as he saw Harry's eyes light up.

Harry seemed to be about as close to bursting as a bubble, but cooled himself and grinned back. He added then, "Well then, I guess you have no reason to be here."

"I'm glad I came, Potter." Draco pressed his lips softly to the other's, then dozed off; followed soon after by the Gryffindor. He didn't know whether or not this would have happened had Potter not been ever so slightly drunk; had never thought a bottle of Fat Bastard could come in handy.

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Remus padded up the stairs of the hotel and down the hallway in which his and his lover's room was nestled. His steps were quick and his breath short. He flung open the door, and cried "SIRIIII I'M HOOOME!!!!" This should have been enough to annoy the Black, but instead the werewolf was embraced in a quick hug.

"Thank Merlin! You should have seen the looks I was getting from the room service lady!" Sirius seemed rather bothered for his usual self, but he went pretty wacky whenever left alone, so Remus put it aside.

"Where is she?" The shaggy man was now upset. He would not put up with anyone trying to steal his man, not that he had any doubts. After some direction from Sirius, he looked out the door and down the hall to see a chunky young girl with long black hair turn down a hallway. He looked to his mate, shoulders squared. He said in a dignified tone, "I'm gonna go give her what for!"

Sirius's eyes bulged, "nooooooo, Mooney. You shouldn't do that."

Remus nodded vigorously, eyes a little crazed. His fists were clenched and white. "It's always you standing up for me, Siri! It's my turn now!" He stomped down the hallway, away from his pleading mate, and toward the turn the female had taken. He followed the flowery scent to a storage cabinet, and was happy to think that he would have his prey cornered without even trying. He threw open the door, and bug-eyed.

"W-What are you doing?!?!?!" The female screamed.

Remus went beet red and turned about face, hiking it back to his room in a puff of smoke. He cleared the doorway, and shut it behind him quickly. He leaned against the wood and began to laugh hysterically.

"What happened? Did you get her?" Sirius watched his partner with a confused and slightly scared look. He came over and put a hand on the man's shoulder, trying to calm him down from his giddiness.

Remus gasped, and replied, "I promise you, she's not interested." He sniggered uncontrollably. He cleared his face of humored tears and grinned at his mate.

"Not Possible!" Sirius sounded dumbfounded.

"Love, I just saw her going to third base and beyond with a maid in the storage closet. I'm pretty certain." Remus laughed maniacally at the expression on Sirius' face. "The fuck type of look was she giving you?"

Sirius just shook his head and began laughing with his lover. "Well, I guess it either meant "let's have sex" or "how many creams do you want with your coffee"."

"Yes, you do get those mixed up quite a bit." Remus snickered and hugged Sirius around the waist.

"Aw, and I was so hoping I would get some angry sex afterward." Sirius pouted at the other man, and then grinned jokingly. He wrapped strong arms around Remus' waist.

"Who ever said we couldn't spend one extra night?" Mooney smiled up at Padfoot charmingly. "we leave first thing in the morning, got it?"

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OKAY!!!! DONE!!!! YAY!!!!! I'm soooooooooooo sorry to everyone for the rating change!!! I just couldn't help myself! Hope those of you old enough enjoyed that last little bit. And no I didn't just change the rating for that part, I changed it for possible violence that exceeds teen levels in future chapters.

Well, if you're going to flame, do it. You're the one that put yourself through an entire story of something you didn't like. I expect that this chapter won't get in trouble for the explicit content due to my previous warnings. If you mean to, let me now and I will remove said stuffs and we all let bygones be bygones. Kay?

SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!! I PROMISE TO TRY HARDER!!!!!!!