New Fic!
So, in honor of a birthday being celebrated by the sweet artist, stargirl1180, who not only gave me one fanart but two, I am giving her her requested birthday fic.
This is a Neko!Harry fic. For those that don't know, that means kitty!Harry. Enjoy!
Warning: This is unbetaed because I was in a hurry!
Untitled
“I am flabbergasted at your complete lack of forethought and sense! To think that you have been under my care and this school’s tutelage and have turned out to be this thoughtless and reckless! It boggles the mind that you have survived this long!”
Ron and Harry winced as McGonagall’s lecture-cum-diatribe was becoming more and more personal.
“The brainlessness that would need to be at work for this scheme is unbelievable! If you had stopped for one moment to consider the ramifications of using a spell you were unfamiliar with from a book you had never come across before, this would not have happened!” Her bony and admonishing finger pointed right at Harry, who ducked his head and tried unsuccessfully to hide his ears. The ears on the top of his head. The furry cat ears on the top of his head which matched the furry cat tail spilling over the back of his waistband.
“Professor, we were sure that it was only a costume spell,” Ron tried again to defend themselves. “We only did it so Harry could move the ears and tails.” He left out the part where they had originally came up with the idea of Harry being a cat for Halloween only to tease Hermione with memories of her Poly-Juice debacle. “We didn’t know that it was, you know, permanent.”
“And why, with your nearly non-existent knowledge of Latin, would you think you knew what a spell was for?” McGonagall asked, crossing her arms and glaring at the young men with a superior look. “Is it not a rule of this school that students will not engage in spells that they have not been taught by a teacher or from a book endorsed by a teacher or even without a teacher’s knowledge and approval?!” Harry and Ron winced again as her voice became a screech at the end.
“Yes, ma’am,” the young men answered in unison, both with their heads hung low.
“You make my hair turn grey!” she hissed in exasperation and stormed back to her desk and nearly flopped unladylike into her chair. Harry and Ron glanced nervously at each other and then back at their Head of House, the person who held their fate in her hands.
“You both are too old to be playing these types of pranks and making such blundering mistakes,” McGonagal said after seeming to regain her composure. “Apparently luck has a greater role in your life than aptitude and brains. Well, you have now learned that luck has a dark side. Perhaps living with a mistake is the best way to teach you.”
“Live with it?” Harry spoke up in shock. “But, but professor!”
“No, Mr. Potter. If you are so keen to go along with these schemes then you will need to learn how to handle their aftermath.”
“But what about me? I helped and all,” Ron said in a valiant effort to help his friend.
“You, Mr. Weasley, can change his litter box!”
*~*~*
Harry was a sad kitty. The school had at first laughed at his plight and then, when they realized how very permanent it was, began to avoid him. They were not sure how to deal with a bloke who had black furry ears sticking out of the top of his head that twitched and moved as they spoke, or a tail that would occasionally swish back and forth under his robes.
Hermione had taken one look, heard the sad tale once and immediately smirked nastily and walked away, claiming that she couldn’t go against a teacher’s order to help them. So Ron was left feeling horribly guilty for the prank that he had thought up and gotten his friend caught in and Harry was left being a man/cat.
“Yeah, but then that stupid twit actually thought I would want something that had been touched by another! I mean, I have standards, don’t I? He said he’d give me a discount because it was the floor model! I pay full price. I’m not a Weasley!” Laughter greeted that remark, but did not quite cover up the strange sound above them.
Draco stopped, making his groupies stop. They had been returning from Hogsmead and were walking through the small orchard that was situated next to one of the castle’s greenhouses.
“Did you hear that?” Draco asked with a frown.
“What?” Goyle asked.
“That sound, dolt! It was like a…” Draco looked up, trying to peer through the branches covered in their spring wardrobe of budding leaves. His face split into an evil grin when he caught sight of something high up and hugging the trunk. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? It seems a lost little kitten has gotten himself stuck in a tree.”
“Damn it!”
Draco laughed. “Oh, and the ickle kitty has a foul mouth. Bad kitty! No turkey liver for you tonight!” The small gang of Slytherins, having also spotted what Draco had, began laughing and circling the tree.
“Actually, Malfoy, I am calling a dragon here. So you might want to move along, yeah?”
“Oh, really?” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed upward. “Are you sure it isn’t because you are stuck in a tree, pussy?” Again, on cue, the Slytherins laughed.
Harry closed his eyes and his grip on the tree tightened. Damn it! Why did it have to be Malfoy who found him! It could have been anyone else but Malfoy. Hell, Harry would have rather had Snape come stomping by and find him, then, Malfoy. At least Snape was duty bound to get him out of the tree.
Because, yes, Harry was stuck in a damn tree! Stuck because he had had the insane urge to climb up and then had become frightened when it was time to come back down. Frightened, for crying out loud!! Apparently, not only had he melded ears and tail to himself, but he had also melded cat instincts into him too. Harry stopped banging his head against the bark and looked down. His tormentors were still there, making meow noises and threatening to chop the tree down. Harry was sure that Malfoy had been one of those kids who tied shoes to cats’ tails when he was growing up. In fact, Malfoy probably still did and would try to do it now!
“So, kitty, what shall we do with you, hmm?” Malfoy leered up at him. “I wonder if I climb up there to rescue you, if you’d claw at me.”
“Piss off, Malfoy! You and your stupid gang!” Harry yelled down.
“We could hose him down with water,” Zabini offered. “I wouldn’t go up there, Draco. He seems pretty feral.”
“Probably has rabies,” Goyle added.
“It’s nearly still a sapling,” Crabbe pointed out as he tapped the tree’s trunk with a meaty hand. “I bet we could shake him out of there.”
“Do it,” Draco said in a particularly evil way as he grinned in a particularly evil way up at Harry.
“You bastards better not-whoa!” Harry clutched at the trunk tighter as it began to shake. The three Slytherins were gaining momentum and the tree started to sway back and forth. “Knock it off, you wankers!” Harry shouted as he held on for dear life.
“Put your backs into it, mates!” Draco called out as he watched Harry. “Nearly there.”
“You bloody bastards!” Harry shouted and tried to glare at them. But the tree moved in a way he hadn’t been expecting and it caused him to lose his balance. He started to slip and pure instinct made him try to leap away from the tree as he fell.
“There he goes!” Zabini shouted excitedly as Harry came down. He hit a few branches, which actually helped him slow his descent, but he just knew a bone was going to crack when he hit the ground.
In the last second, a blur of black and green robe moved in front of him and they both tumbled to the ground.
For a moment, Harry was a bit dazed and quite confused at to what exactly had happened. Then he realized that he was actually lying on top of Malfoy who had apparently went to catch him so he couldn’t get away.
“Got you now, Potter,” Draco gasped out from under Harry. Harry began pushing his way off of Draco but was hampered by hands holding him at his waist.
“Let go, Malfoy!” Harry hissed and punched the smirking blond in the shoulder. He succeeded in winning his freedom, but only for a moment. He was stopped in his escape attempt when there was a definite tug from behind. “Let go of my tail!”
“Oh Merlin! Did you hear that?” Zabini cried out in laughter as he and the other two crowded around.
“Shut it!” Harry shouted at him and then turned back around to a grinning Malfoy who was casually lying on his side, chin propped on his hand and Harry’s tail in his fist. “Let go, Malfoy! Now!”
“Where are you scampering off to, kitty? Since I saved you from the tree, I think you should be a bit nicer to me.”
“Hey, yeah, Draco. You could be his new owner!” Goyle laughed.
“Would you like that, kitty?” Draco asked as he rubbed his thumb over Harry’s tail. “I could get you a nice collar and a shiny little tag that says who you belong to.”
“Go to hell!” Harry seethed and again tried to pull away, but the hold on his tail was painful when he tried to escape. The tug of war was also not helping his embarrassment any due to his trousers’ waistband being pulled down to expose the upper bit of his bum.
“Here, Draco.”
Harry watched Zabini transfigure a new pair of shoelaces he must have bought in Hogsmead into a collar, then handed it to Draco. Immediately, Harry began pulling even harder to get away, ignoring the pain, when the other three easily moved in front of him and grabbed his arms, grinning and chuckling to themselves.
“Get off me! Get your hands off me!” Harry shouted and struggled while Draco easily rolled to his feet and sauntered forward. The other three held tight as Harry began fighting like a wild, well, cat. He snarled and hissed and struggled to break free, but he was still forced to his knees and felt the corded collar come round his throat and buckle into place. Then Draco’s hands were running through Harry’s hair.
“There now, kitty. But you’ve been running free too long. I think you need a bath, yeah?”
Without further ado, the Slytherins lifted a struggling and fighting Harry and carried him around the castle and towards the lake. Other students who had come back from their trip into the village and the younger years all stopped and watched, too stunned to do anything more than gawk. Although, Harry, in his fervor, did see someone running off to hopefully summon help and not a camera.
“Here we are. We’ll get you all nice and clean,” Draco sang out. “One, two, three!”
Harry went sailing into the air and splashed down into the cold waters of the lake. He came up sputtering and fighting the water.
“Whoops, silly me,” Draco called out. “I forgot cats don’t like water.” Then all four of them convulsed in fits of laughter.
Harry struggled to get out of the water because, yes, he was not happy to be wet. He had wondered why he had been slowly avoiding showers and spending only the least amount of time he could in them. Stupid cat stuff!
“Bollocks! It’s McGonagall!” All four Slytherins caught sight of the professor and quickly ran in the other direction.
“Mr. Potter! What is going on here! It is entirely too soon to be swimming in the lake! You will catch your death!”
“What a wanker! Who gives such a tedious and long research assignment as a weekend project?” Draco groused as he and Pansy walked through the halls after their last class of the day.
“I suppose being dead, one doesn’t have much of a social life,” Pansy said absently as she fished about in her bag for her small hand mirror. “I mean, what has Binns got to do other than float about and grade papers.”
“Speaking of which, how many of us are going tonight? And if Dorson thinks I’m paying for him again, he is mad. Bastard! He calls that head? It felt as if he were trying to eat it, and not in a good way!”
“I think there will be five of us tonight. You sure Snape’ll look the other way again even after Daphne sicked up on his shoes? Which, if she does that again I-What on…” Draco glanced over and saw Pansy frowning into her mirror. He could see that she was looking at something behind her so he casually turned to glance behind…
And was suddenly on the ground with an angry Harry batting rapidly at his head and hissing. Pansy took off at a run to summon help as Draco struggled to get the arms flying at him under control. When he failed at that, he quickly reached for Harry’s head and face, grabbing at his ears and cheeks, anything to take hold of and stop the attack. Finally he reached behind and grabbed the back of Harry’s neck and suddenly everything stopped as Harry went still.
Draco blinked, then smirked. “Oh ho, so even that works on little kitty, eh?” He pushed himself into a sitting position, forcing Harry back a bit but kept his hold on his neck. “But you have been a bad kitty, attacking your owner like that,” Draco said in an admonishing voice as he dragged a hand through his mussed hair. “Whatever will I do to teach you manners, hmm?”
“Piss… off…” Harry panted, his face showing the anger his body couldn’t express.
“Tsk, tsk.” Draco grinned his evil grin and tapped his finger on Harry’s nose. “Bad kitty!”
“I’m going to kill you, Malfoy,” Harry growled as he tried to snap at the finger.
“Oh, you going to eat me, tiger?” Draco laughed and then his eyes went squinty with evil thoughts. “Hmm… eat me…” He smirked and clambered to his feet, his hand still gripping the back of Harry’s neck.
Harry was pulled into a dark corridor and then into a dark niche in the wall. He was pushed to his knees and he heard the sound of a trouser zip opening. His eyes went wide and he was able to see what exactly Draco was doing.
“Come on, kitty,” Draco whispered. “I have some nice warm cream for you.”
“No, Malfoy, you sick prat!” Harry hissed out. He was able to weakly get his arms up, but only enough to rest against Draco’s bare thighs. “I’m not doing this!”
“Oh, I think you are,” Draco laughed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t done it before. We reached puberty and sexual maturity living in boys dorms.” His hand put more pressure on Harry’s neck bringing him closer. “So get to it, pussy.”
“No!” Harry’s breath caught at the sight of Malfoy’s prick. It wasn’t fair that such a prissy prat had such a large dick! “I’ll bite you!”
“Try it and see what I do to bad pussy cats!” Draco growled. “Especially when they are incapacitated!”
Harry glared up at Malfoy, his eyes reflecting back the minimal light. “I’ll get you back for this, Malfoy!”
“Yeah, yeah, get to licking, kitty.”
Taking a deep breath, Harry carefully stuck his tongue out and licked the tip, causing the already hard shaft to twitch. Malfoy was shaped differently than his own and different than the other cock he had seen this close. Dean’s was straighter and leaned further away from the body while Draco’s curved slightly upwards. Stupid Malfoy! How did he know that Harry and Dean had experimented together? Jerk.
Taking another deep breath and deeply annoyed at the hand still at his neck, Harry opened his mouth and took the hard flesh into his mouth. The first thing he noticed was the taste of pre-ejaculate that immediately touched his tongue. Stupid Malfoy and his stupid sweet tooth! How dare he have sweetened semen! Jerk.
Setting to work, Harry began sucking at the thick head, wrapping his tongue around the edge of it and flicking it rapidly and delicately across the slit. He heard a moan above him, which strangely encouraged him. He’d make Malfoy beg and cry!
A shiver ran down his body suddenly and he felt Malfoy petting his ears.
“Silky,” Draco murmured. “Wasn’t expecting that. Feel good when I scratch your ears?”
It felt too good! Harry started to hum as he licked and nibbled.
“Are you purring, kitty?” Draco chuckled breathlessly.
Damn it! Harry was purring! He thought it was a hum, but the stupid prat was right!
Draco laughed again and then bit off a moan as Harry became more voracious in his fellatio, trying to end it quickly.
Draco came just a moment later with a deep breath and tense muscles. “Lick it all up. There’s a good kitty,” he panted out running his free hand over Harry’s ears.
Growling in irritation and purring in pleasure, Harry did as told and swallowed all of it down. He licked his lips and looked up into Draco’s heated gaze.
“And here I thought being a pet owner would be dull,” Draco said with a smirk. “I don’t think I’ll mind this responsibility at all.”
“Shut it and let me go!” Harry hissed.
“I suppose.” Draco smiled. “Because if you were to try to harm your owner, you’d know I’d let the whole school know that their Golden Boy sucked me off, yeah?”
Harry glared mutinously. Draco chuckled and his hand released the back of Harry’s neck. In a flash, Harry turned his head and bit that hand.
“Damn it!” Draco shouted, pulling his hand free. But Harry had already scrambled out of the niche and had bolted.
Putting his lips to the bite mark, Draco smiled.
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This is the second art she gave me! ^__^
This is a Neko!Harry fic. For those that don't know, that means kitty!Harry. Enjoy!
Warning: This is unbetaed because I was in a hurry!
Untitled
“I am flabbergasted at your complete lack of forethought and sense! To think that you have been under my care and this school’s tutelage and have turned out to be this thoughtless and reckless! It boggles the mind that you have survived this long!”
Ron and Harry winced as McGonagall’s lecture-cum-diatribe was becoming more and more personal.
“The brainlessness that would need to be at work for this scheme is unbelievable! If you had stopped for one moment to consider the ramifications of using a spell you were unfamiliar with from a book you had never come across before, this would not have happened!” Her bony and admonishing finger pointed right at Harry, who ducked his head and tried unsuccessfully to hide his ears. The ears on the top of his head. The furry cat ears on the top of his head which matched the furry cat tail spilling over the back of his waistband.
“Professor, we were sure that it was only a costume spell,” Ron tried again to defend themselves. “We only did it so Harry could move the ears and tails.” He left out the part where they had originally came up with the idea of Harry being a cat for Halloween only to tease Hermione with memories of her Poly-Juice debacle. “We didn’t know that it was, you know, permanent.”
“And why, with your nearly non-existent knowledge of Latin, would you think you knew what a spell was for?” McGonagall asked, crossing her arms and glaring at the young men with a superior look. “Is it not a rule of this school that students will not engage in spells that they have not been taught by a teacher or from a book endorsed by a teacher or even without a teacher’s knowledge and approval?!” Harry and Ron winced again as her voice became a screech at the end.
“Yes, ma’am,” the young men answered in unison, both with their heads hung low.
“You make my hair turn grey!” she hissed in exasperation and stormed back to her desk and nearly flopped unladylike into her chair. Harry and Ron glanced nervously at each other and then back at their Head of House, the person who held their fate in her hands.
“You both are too old to be playing these types of pranks and making such blundering mistakes,” McGonagal said after seeming to regain her composure. “Apparently luck has a greater role in your life than aptitude and brains. Well, you have now learned that luck has a dark side. Perhaps living with a mistake is the best way to teach you.”
“Live with it?” Harry spoke up in shock. “But, but professor!”
“No, Mr. Potter. If you are so keen to go along with these schemes then you will need to learn how to handle their aftermath.”
“But what about me? I helped and all,” Ron said in a valiant effort to help his friend.
“You, Mr. Weasley, can change his litter box!”
*~*~*
Harry was a sad kitty. The school had at first laughed at his plight and then, when they realized how very permanent it was, began to avoid him. They were not sure how to deal with a bloke who had black furry ears sticking out of the top of his head that twitched and moved as they spoke, or a tail that would occasionally swish back and forth under his robes.
Hermione had taken one look, heard the sad tale once and immediately smirked nastily and walked away, claiming that she couldn’t go against a teacher’s order to help them. So Ron was left feeling horribly guilty for the prank that he had thought up and gotten his friend caught in and Harry was left being a man/cat.
“Yeah, but then that stupid twit actually thought I would want something that had been touched by another! I mean, I have standards, don’t I? He said he’d give me a discount because it was the floor model! I pay full price. I’m not a Weasley!” Laughter greeted that remark, but did not quite cover up the strange sound above them.
Draco stopped, making his groupies stop. They had been returning from Hogsmead and were walking through the small orchard that was situated next to one of the castle’s greenhouses.
“Did you hear that?” Draco asked with a frown.
“What?” Goyle asked.
“That sound, dolt! It was like a…” Draco looked up, trying to peer through the branches covered in their spring wardrobe of budding leaves. His face split into an evil grin when he caught sight of something high up and hugging the trunk. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? It seems a lost little kitten has gotten himself stuck in a tree.”
“Damn it!”
Draco laughed. “Oh, and the ickle kitty has a foul mouth. Bad kitty! No turkey liver for you tonight!” The small gang of Slytherins, having also spotted what Draco had, began laughing and circling the tree.
“Actually, Malfoy, I am calling a dragon here. So you might want to move along, yeah?”
“Oh, really?” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed upward. “Are you sure it isn’t because you are stuck in a tree, pussy?” Again, on cue, the Slytherins laughed.
Harry closed his eyes and his grip on the tree tightened. Damn it! Why did it have to be Malfoy who found him! It could have been anyone else but Malfoy. Hell, Harry would have rather had Snape come stomping by and find him, then, Malfoy. At least Snape was duty bound to get him out of the tree.
Because, yes, Harry was stuck in a damn tree! Stuck because he had had the insane urge to climb up and then had become frightened when it was time to come back down. Frightened, for crying out loud!! Apparently, not only had he melded ears and tail to himself, but he had also melded cat instincts into him too. Harry stopped banging his head against the bark and looked down. His tormentors were still there, making meow noises and threatening to chop the tree down. Harry was sure that Malfoy had been one of those kids who tied shoes to cats’ tails when he was growing up. In fact, Malfoy probably still did and would try to do it now!
“So, kitty, what shall we do with you, hmm?” Malfoy leered up at him. “I wonder if I climb up there to rescue you, if you’d claw at me.”
“Piss off, Malfoy! You and your stupid gang!” Harry yelled down.
“We could hose him down with water,” Zabini offered. “I wouldn’t go up there, Draco. He seems pretty feral.”
“Probably has rabies,” Goyle added.
“It’s nearly still a sapling,” Crabbe pointed out as he tapped the tree’s trunk with a meaty hand. “I bet we could shake him out of there.”
“Do it,” Draco said in a particularly evil way as he grinned in a particularly evil way up at Harry.
“You bastards better not-whoa!” Harry clutched at the trunk tighter as it began to shake. The three Slytherins were gaining momentum and the tree started to sway back and forth. “Knock it off, you wankers!” Harry shouted as he held on for dear life.
“Put your backs into it, mates!” Draco called out as he watched Harry. “Nearly there.”
“You bloody bastards!” Harry shouted and tried to glare at them. But the tree moved in a way he hadn’t been expecting and it caused him to lose his balance. He started to slip and pure instinct made him try to leap away from the tree as he fell.
“There he goes!” Zabini shouted excitedly as Harry came down. He hit a few branches, which actually helped him slow his descent, but he just knew a bone was going to crack when he hit the ground.
In the last second, a blur of black and green robe moved in front of him and they both tumbled to the ground.
For a moment, Harry was a bit dazed and quite confused at to what exactly had happened. Then he realized that he was actually lying on top of Malfoy who had apparently went to catch him so he couldn’t get away.
“Got you now, Potter,” Draco gasped out from under Harry. Harry began pushing his way off of Draco but was hampered by hands holding him at his waist.
“Let go, Malfoy!” Harry hissed and punched the smirking blond in the shoulder. He succeeded in winning his freedom, but only for a moment. He was stopped in his escape attempt when there was a definite tug from behind. “Let go of my tail!”
“Oh Merlin! Did you hear that?” Zabini cried out in laughter as he and the other two crowded around.
“Shut it!” Harry shouted at him and then turned back around to a grinning Malfoy who was casually lying on his side, chin propped on his hand and Harry’s tail in his fist. “Let go, Malfoy! Now!”
“Where are you scampering off to, kitty? Since I saved you from the tree, I think you should be a bit nicer to me.”
“Hey, yeah, Draco. You could be his new owner!” Goyle laughed.
“Would you like that, kitty?” Draco asked as he rubbed his thumb over Harry’s tail. “I could get you a nice collar and a shiny little tag that says who you belong to.”
“Go to hell!” Harry seethed and again tried to pull away, but the hold on his tail was painful when he tried to escape. The tug of war was also not helping his embarrassment any due to his trousers’ waistband being pulled down to expose the upper bit of his bum.
“Here, Draco.”
Harry watched Zabini transfigure a new pair of shoelaces he must have bought in Hogsmead into a collar, then handed it to Draco. Immediately, Harry began pulling even harder to get away, ignoring the pain, when the other three easily moved in front of him and grabbed his arms, grinning and chuckling to themselves.
“Get off me! Get your hands off me!” Harry shouted and struggled while Draco easily rolled to his feet and sauntered forward. The other three held tight as Harry began fighting like a wild, well, cat. He snarled and hissed and struggled to break free, but he was still forced to his knees and felt the corded collar come round his throat and buckle into place. Then Draco’s hands were running through Harry’s hair.
“There now, kitty. But you’ve been running free too long. I think you need a bath, yeah?”
Without further ado, the Slytherins lifted a struggling and fighting Harry and carried him around the castle and towards the lake. Other students who had come back from their trip into the village and the younger years all stopped and watched, too stunned to do anything more than gawk. Although, Harry, in his fervor, did see someone running off to hopefully summon help and not a camera.
“Here we are. We’ll get you all nice and clean,” Draco sang out. “One, two, three!”
Harry went sailing into the air and splashed down into the cold waters of the lake. He came up sputtering and fighting the water.
“Whoops, silly me,” Draco called out. “I forgot cats don’t like water.” Then all four of them convulsed in fits of laughter.
Harry struggled to get out of the water because, yes, he was not happy to be wet. He had wondered why he had been slowly avoiding showers and spending only the least amount of time he could in them. Stupid cat stuff!
“Bollocks! It’s McGonagall!” All four Slytherins caught sight of the professor and quickly ran in the other direction.
“Mr. Potter! What is going on here! It is entirely too soon to be swimming in the lake! You will catch your death!”
“What a wanker! Who gives such a tedious and long research assignment as a weekend project?” Draco groused as he and Pansy walked through the halls after their last class of the day.
“I suppose being dead, one doesn’t have much of a social life,” Pansy said absently as she fished about in her bag for her small hand mirror. “I mean, what has Binns got to do other than float about and grade papers.”
“Speaking of which, how many of us are going tonight? And if Dorson thinks I’m paying for him again, he is mad. Bastard! He calls that head? It felt as if he were trying to eat it, and not in a good way!”
“I think there will be five of us tonight. You sure Snape’ll look the other way again even after Daphne sicked up on his shoes? Which, if she does that again I-What on…” Draco glanced over and saw Pansy frowning into her mirror. He could see that she was looking at something behind her so he casually turned to glance behind…
And was suddenly on the ground with an angry Harry batting rapidly at his head and hissing. Pansy took off at a run to summon help as Draco struggled to get the arms flying at him under control. When he failed at that, he quickly reached for Harry’s head and face, grabbing at his ears and cheeks, anything to take hold of and stop the attack. Finally he reached behind and grabbed the back of Harry’s neck and suddenly everything stopped as Harry went still.
Draco blinked, then smirked. “Oh ho, so even that works on little kitty, eh?” He pushed himself into a sitting position, forcing Harry back a bit but kept his hold on his neck. “But you have been a bad kitty, attacking your owner like that,” Draco said in an admonishing voice as he dragged a hand through his mussed hair. “Whatever will I do to teach you manners, hmm?”
“Piss… off…” Harry panted, his face showing the anger his body couldn’t express.
“Tsk, tsk.” Draco grinned his evil grin and tapped his finger on Harry’s nose. “Bad kitty!”
“I’m going to kill you, Malfoy,” Harry growled as he tried to snap at the finger.
“Oh, you going to eat me, tiger?” Draco laughed and then his eyes went squinty with evil thoughts. “Hmm… eat me…” He smirked and clambered to his feet, his hand still gripping the back of Harry’s neck.
Harry was pulled into a dark corridor and then into a dark niche in the wall. He was pushed to his knees and he heard the sound of a trouser zip opening. His eyes went wide and he was able to see what exactly Draco was doing.
“Come on, kitty,” Draco whispered. “I have some nice warm cream for you.”
“No, Malfoy, you sick prat!” Harry hissed out. He was able to weakly get his arms up, but only enough to rest against Draco’s bare thighs. “I’m not doing this!”
“Oh, I think you are,” Draco laughed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t done it before. We reached puberty and sexual maturity living in boys dorms.” His hand put more pressure on Harry’s neck bringing him closer. “So get to it, pussy.”
“No!” Harry’s breath caught at the sight of Malfoy’s prick. It wasn’t fair that such a prissy prat had such a large dick! “I’ll bite you!”
“Try it and see what I do to bad pussy cats!” Draco growled. “Especially when they are incapacitated!”
Harry glared up at Malfoy, his eyes reflecting back the minimal light. “I’ll get you back for this, Malfoy!”
“Yeah, yeah, get to licking, kitty.”
Taking a deep breath, Harry carefully stuck his tongue out and licked the tip, causing the already hard shaft to twitch. Malfoy was shaped differently than his own and different than the other cock he had seen this close. Dean’s was straighter and leaned further away from the body while Draco’s curved slightly upwards. Stupid Malfoy! How did he know that Harry and Dean had experimented together? Jerk.
Taking another deep breath and deeply annoyed at the hand still at his neck, Harry opened his mouth and took the hard flesh into his mouth. The first thing he noticed was the taste of pre-ejaculate that immediately touched his tongue. Stupid Malfoy and his stupid sweet tooth! How dare he have sweetened semen! Jerk.
Setting to work, Harry began sucking at the thick head, wrapping his tongue around the edge of it and flicking it rapidly and delicately across the slit. He heard a moan above him, which strangely encouraged him. He’d make Malfoy beg and cry!
A shiver ran down his body suddenly and he felt Malfoy petting his ears.
“Silky,” Draco murmured. “Wasn’t expecting that. Feel good when I scratch your ears?”
It felt too good! Harry started to hum as he licked and nibbled.
“Are you purring, kitty?” Draco chuckled breathlessly.
Damn it! Harry was purring! He thought it was a hum, but the stupid prat was right!
Draco laughed again and then bit off a moan as Harry became more voracious in his fellatio, trying to end it quickly.
Draco came just a moment later with a deep breath and tense muscles. “Lick it all up. There’s a good kitty,” he panted out running his free hand over Harry’s ears.
Growling in irritation and purring in pleasure, Harry did as told and swallowed all of it down. He licked his lips and looked up into Draco’s heated gaze.
“And here I thought being a pet owner would be dull,” Draco said with a smirk. “I don’t think I’ll mind this responsibility at all.”
“Shut it and let me go!” Harry hissed.
“I suppose.” Draco smiled. “Because if you were to try to harm your owner, you’d know I’d let the whole school know that their Golden Boy sucked me off, yeah?”
Harry glared mutinously. Draco chuckled and his hand released the back of Harry’s neck. In a flash, Harry turned his head and bit that hand.
“Damn it!” Draco shouted, pulling his hand free. But Harry had already scrambled out of the niche and had bolted.
Putting his lips to the bite mark, Draco smiled.
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