hd_inspired Animagus Gift Exchange
I'm excited to say that hd_inspired is running another Exchange and this time the subject is Animagus.
The sign-up details can be found HERE!
And in honour of Animagi everywhere, I'm found a story I wrote ages ago - back in August 2002, while visitng chinawolf, ina and milenalupin. I'm sure it's the first Animagus fic I ever wrote and was the result of several Mai Tais *grins*
Harry Potter and The Web Of Surprises
“You are joking!” Harry Potter sprawled back against the pillows on his bed and stared in disbelief at Draco Malfoy. His green eyes where the size of dinner plates and his mouth hung open in surprise.
“Would I joke about something like that?” Draco stretched lazily, the late afternoon sun glinting off his pale skin, moist from their recent lovemaking.
Harry’s mouth closed in a knowing smile of appreciation at the sight and he beckoned the blond boy towards him. “An unregistered Animagus? How have you got away with it for so long?”
Draco started to crawl up Harry’s parted legs, pausing occasionally to bestow a kiss. “It hasn’t been that long. My father only started teaching me last summer. In fact it was all we did. He wasn’t very happy about it either, but apparently the animal picks you, not the other way around.”
“That just has to be true. I didn’t think you’d go out of your way to pick this particular creature.” Harry paused for a moment as Draco’s very nimble tongue licked across his belly and detoured to investigate his navel. “I saw you more…” His voice broke for a moment at the sensation. “As a snow leopard, or a husky.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.” Draco lay down against Harry, his body matching the one beneath him, and began nibbling at Harry’s throat.
“Show me.”
Draco stopped and stared down at his lover for a few moments. “What? Right now?”
“Why not?”
“Don’t you want to…?” Draco pushed his hips against Harry’s, moving in small, but urgent circles.
Harry responded, pressing up against the movement. “Sure, but it can wait a minute. Go on, humour me.” He smiled at Draco and all but fluttered his eyelashes at the Slytherin.
“Promise not to laugh.”
“I would never laugh at you, my sweet.” Harry ran a hand lovelingly though Draco’s hair, grateful that the blond had stopped gelling his hair back. It had taken Harry most of their sixth year to convince Draco he looked better without gel and there was nothing Harry liked better than to play with that hair, especially if it was slightly damp from their passion.
“Okay.” Draco closed his eyes, brow furrowed in concentration.
It happened so quickly that Harry jumped. Then it was all he could do not to send his transfigured boyfriend flying from the bed.
There, sat on his stomach, staring at him through grey eyes was an enormous spider. It had to be easily as big as his hand.
Harry blinked and then looked again.
Yes, there was no doubt about it. Draco HAD been telling him the truth. The Slytherin’s Animagus form was that of a spider. It stood there on its eight legs, watching him.
Harry gulped. “Right. A spider.” The spider moved, walking up Harry’s chest. It stopped by one of his nipples and walked over it with a couple of its legs. Harry wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. He had nothing against spiders, of course, they had shared his cupboard under the stairs with him at Privet Drive. But this one had, well, been places no polite spider would ever think of going.
It did, Harry decided, have the most wonderful legs, covered with soft hair that tickled.
“You know, you’re rather cute, in a strange aracno sort of way. Maybe I should keep you in a box and show you off to everyone.”
“And you have lovely grey eyes.” Harry looked closer. :Just how many eyes do you have? Oh and there’s blond hair on your little head.” He reached out a hesitant finger and stroked the spider.
Draco the Spider began wandering playfully around Harry’s torso.
The spider had reached his navel again now and after a brief pause, continued on down Harry’s body.
“And I could introduce you as my pet spider Draco.” Harry closed his eyes and sighed at the strange sensation on his skin. They suddenly opened again and he stared first at the ceiling and then at the spider, who was doing the sort of thing Harry would only ever expect Draco to do. He grabbed at the creature, which struggled for a moment before Harry put it back down on his stomach. “I refuse to get turned on by a spider!”
He was sure the spider was sulking. Or maybe the look was a smirk. It was difficult to tell. After all, Harry had never bothered to consider what emotions spiders might be trying to express. Maybe next time he saw one he would have to pay it a little more attention.
“I hope you’re not thinking about making webs or anything like that.”
The spider said nothing (not, of course, that Harry expected it to answer), but it did seem to be making it’s way carefully back down his body. This time Harry didn’t protest. Instead, he laid back and closed his eyes.
The scream that echoed around the Gryffindor dorm was loud enough to wake the dead. It shocked Harry from his pleasant little interlude. Green eyes snapped open, looking frantically about him for the source of the incredible sound.
It was coming from a clearly hysterical Ron, who was standing beside Harry’s bed pointing at him. His best friend was wibbling incoherently, his hand pointing in the direction of Harry’s groin. Harry blinked in non-comprehension. This was not Ron’s normal reaction to seeing him naked.
Then Ron turned, looking frantically around him. He grabbed for a copy of Quidditch Monthly (Special edition - Free Supplement: Complete Team listings and overview), rolled the thick magazine up, and raised it over Harry.
“Spider!” Ron squeaked. “Fucking spider!”
The magazine came down with a loud crack against Harry’s naked body just as Harry yelled “WAIT!”
“Spider!” Ron screamed.
“My boyfriend!” Harry groaned, doubling up from the force of the blow.
Will Harry save his boyfriend?
Will Ron stamp on the spider?
Will Ron ever notice Harry is naked?
Tune in to next week’s exciting instalment of… Harry Potter and the Web of Surprises
(Author's Note: If I ever wrote a second part, I've been unable to find it *sighs*)
The sign-up details can be found HERE!
And in honour of Animagi everywhere, I'm found a story I wrote ages ago - back in August 2002, while visitng chinawolf, ina and milenalupin. I'm sure it's the first Animagus fic I ever wrote and was the result of several Mai Tais *grins*
Harry Potter and The Web Of Surprises
“You are joking!” Harry Potter sprawled back against the pillows on his bed and stared in disbelief at Draco Malfoy. His green eyes where the size of dinner plates and his mouth hung open in surprise.
“Would I joke about something like that?” Draco stretched lazily, the late afternoon sun glinting off his pale skin, moist from their recent lovemaking.
Harry’s mouth closed in a knowing smile of appreciation at the sight and he beckoned the blond boy towards him. “An unregistered Animagus? How have you got away with it for so long?”
Draco started to crawl up Harry’s parted legs, pausing occasionally to bestow a kiss. “It hasn’t been that long. My father only started teaching me last summer. In fact it was all we did. He wasn’t very happy about it either, but apparently the animal picks you, not the other way around.”
“That just has to be true. I didn’t think you’d go out of your way to pick this particular creature.” Harry paused for a moment as Draco’s very nimble tongue licked across his belly and detoured to investigate his navel. “I saw you more…” His voice broke for a moment at the sensation. “As a snow leopard, or a husky.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.” Draco lay down against Harry, his body matching the one beneath him, and began nibbling at Harry’s throat.
“Show me.”
Draco stopped and stared down at his lover for a few moments. “What? Right now?”
“Why not?”
“Don’t you want to…?” Draco pushed his hips against Harry’s, moving in small, but urgent circles.
Harry responded, pressing up against the movement. “Sure, but it can wait a minute. Go on, humour me.” He smiled at Draco and all but fluttered his eyelashes at the Slytherin.
“Promise not to laugh.”
“I would never laugh at you, my sweet.” Harry ran a hand lovelingly though Draco’s hair, grateful that the blond had stopped gelling his hair back. It had taken Harry most of their sixth year to convince Draco he looked better without gel and there was nothing Harry liked better than to play with that hair, especially if it was slightly damp from their passion.
“Okay.” Draco closed his eyes, brow furrowed in concentration.
It happened so quickly that Harry jumped. Then it was all he could do not to send his transfigured boyfriend flying from the bed.
There, sat on his stomach, staring at him through grey eyes was an enormous spider. It had to be easily as big as his hand.
Harry blinked and then looked again.
Yes, there was no doubt about it. Draco HAD been telling him the truth. The Slytherin’s Animagus form was that of a spider. It stood there on its eight legs, watching him.
Harry gulped. “Right. A spider.” The spider moved, walking up Harry’s chest. It stopped by one of his nipples and walked over it with a couple of its legs. Harry wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. He had nothing against spiders, of course, they had shared his cupboard under the stairs with him at Privet Drive. But this one had, well, been places no polite spider would ever think of going.
It did, Harry decided, have the most wonderful legs, covered with soft hair that tickled.
“You know, you’re rather cute, in a strange aracno sort of way. Maybe I should keep you in a box and show you off to everyone.”
“And you have lovely grey eyes.” Harry looked closer. :Just how many eyes do you have? Oh and there’s blond hair on your little head.” He reached out a hesitant finger and stroked the spider.
Draco the Spider began wandering playfully around Harry’s torso.
The spider had reached his navel again now and after a brief pause, continued on down Harry’s body.
“And I could introduce you as my pet spider Draco.” Harry closed his eyes and sighed at the strange sensation on his skin. They suddenly opened again and he stared first at the ceiling and then at the spider, who was doing the sort of thing Harry would only ever expect Draco to do. He grabbed at the creature, which struggled for a moment before Harry put it back down on his stomach. “I refuse to get turned on by a spider!”
He was sure the spider was sulking. Or maybe the look was a smirk. It was difficult to tell. After all, Harry had never bothered to consider what emotions spiders might be trying to express. Maybe next time he saw one he would have to pay it a little more attention.
“I hope you’re not thinking about making webs or anything like that.”
The spider said nothing (not, of course, that Harry expected it to answer), but it did seem to be making it’s way carefully back down his body. This time Harry didn’t protest. Instead, he laid back and closed his eyes.
The scream that echoed around the Gryffindor dorm was loud enough to wake the dead. It shocked Harry from his pleasant little interlude. Green eyes snapped open, looking frantically about him for the source of the incredible sound.
It was coming from a clearly hysterical Ron, who was standing beside Harry’s bed pointing at him. His best friend was wibbling incoherently, his hand pointing in the direction of Harry’s groin. Harry blinked in non-comprehension. This was not Ron’s normal reaction to seeing him naked.
Then Ron turned, looking frantically around him. He grabbed for a copy of Quidditch Monthly (Special edition - Free Supplement: Complete Team listings and overview), rolled the thick magazine up, and raised it over Harry.
“Spider!” Ron squeaked. “Fucking spider!”
The magazine came down with a loud crack against Harry’s naked body just as Harry yelled “WAIT!”
“Spider!” Ron screamed.
“My boyfriend!” Harry groaned, doubling up from the force of the blow.
Will Harry save his boyfriend?
Will Ron stamp on the spider?
Will Ron ever notice Harry is naked?
Tune in to next week’s exciting instalment of… Harry Potter and the Web of Surprises
(Author's Note: If I ever wrote a second part, I've been unable to find it *sighs*)