TITLE: Of Age
AUTHOR: Sammymc
PAIRING: DM/HP
RATING: NC-17
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DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are creations and property of JK Rowling... and whomever she chose to give the rights too. This is fan-fiction and therefore is not real or to be taken as serious fact.
SUMMARY: Draco’s 3/8^th Veela and he’s nearly of age. In heat smut ensues.
NOTES: Written for the Draco-In-Heat Challenge

http://www.fanfictiongw.homestead.com/ContestHP.html

The Challenge: Write a fic with Draco being a veela or part veela and have him go into heat. Any type of fic, any pairing. Must be Slash/Yaoi

 

 

Of Age

 

 

Draco Malfoy sat up in his four-poster, coming out of a deep sleep. He fought to catch his breath, sweat beading his forehead and rolling down his pale neck. He sighed flopping back against his green pillows. That had been one very vivid dream. His boxers were sticky. He looked down at his crotch, seeing the wet spot that was spreading there. Groaning he forced himself up and got up to change his underpants. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was nearly six o’clock already. Might as well get up now, he was to jacked up to go back to sleep. Gathering his things he headed toward the showers.

 

No need to wait for his dorm mates He had no great desire to see neither Crabbe, nor Goyle, nor Zambini naked. That in it’s self was a normal feeling. Those three were not great fun to shower with.

 

Draco wasn’t an idiot, he knew he was attractive. That only those who hated his personality on a personal level seemed to NOT notice it. With his mother being half-veela and his father a quarter it was inevitable that he should be hard for some to resist. That did not however mean that he appreciated his dorm mates pinching his bum while he showered and staring at his nether regions.

 

Draco was used to being allowed his personal space, something he was sure he would loose when he came of age. He had only one more month. At age 16 all bets were off. He would no longer be a child and the beauty he possessed would no longer be contained by his childhood. At 16 he would be grown. At 16 even the teachers would find him hard to resist and he would no longer be able to temper his dorm mates with the ‘I’m not mature yet’ line he had used as a defense since 3^rd year.

 

He let out a little moan as he stepped under the warm shower spray. He relished the heat it provided in the cold dormitories of Slytherin House. He was showered dressed and ready for class by the time any of his dorm mates were even awake enough to form complete coherent thought. Not that they were that far off in the middle of the day.

 

Something felt different when he entered the great hall for breakfast that morning. It was early yet and the breakfast rush had yet to really get going. He walked stoically and with his usual grace to the Slytherin table and sat down with his back to the wall, as his father had warned him to do since childhood. “You never know when some one will stab you in the back Draco, so always make sure you can see them coming...” Draco watched the plates materialize in front of him and reaching for a sausage dared a glance upward. There was the source of the odd feeling. He was being watched. He looked from person to person. All eyes of the 50 or so students spread out across the four house tables were trained on him. He dropped his fork and risked a glance at the high table. Dumbledore was looking at him with a neutral expression on his face. Even Professor Snape was looking at him oddly, one dark eyebrow arched in questioning.

Draco felt his stomach sink. Well he always had been an early bloomer. He rose slowly and eased himself along the wall until he was to the door over a hundred eyes never leaving his being. He turned as he reached the doors and heard half the Hufflepuff boys moan at the sight of his behind. It proved to be too much and he bolted down the corridor, all thoughts of a Malfoy’s natural dignity flying out the window. He never noticed an inquiring pair of emerald green eyes following him suspiciously.

 

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Everything had seemed perfectly normal. Well as normal as a Thursday morning could be for a boy like Harry Potter at a place like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had woken and dressed earlier then usual. He liked to think that it was because of his odd dreams the night before. He’d woken up crying out loud. He told Ron it was his usual terror filled dreams of Voldemort and his cronies. In reality it had been a dream more vivid than any Harry had ever had before.

 

Harry had been on top of someone. He’d been inside of someone. Long lean legs had been wrapped around his waist. The dream had mostly consisted of soft pale skin and more pleasure then Harry had ever felt before. His mouth had been pressed into the side of a lovely neck, hands clasped tightly in another’s as he moved in and out sighing in contentment.

 

He had gone down to breakfast alone. Not too many people were up yet. Only a few 7^th year Gryffindors sat at their long table, so Harry chose to sit down toward the other end alone. He set out to eat a quiet meal before heading to potions for his daily torture session of class with the Slytherins.

 

Then the most remarkable thing happened. Malfoy came in. Something was off about him. He seemed to glow and every single pair of eyes in the great hall was following him to his seat. Harry glanced around seeing the obvious lust and want reflecting in many of the eyes. Harry watched Malfoy sit down and reach toward the tray of breakfast meats sitting before him. Malfoy looked up suddenly.

 

Harry watched his eyes go wide and heard the unmistakable sound of a fork hitting a plate. The hall went completely silent as the Slytherin stood from his seat and slipped nervously toward the door. Harry watched him break out into a run and felt the slightest pang of sympathy. He stood almost reluctantly and followed the other boy out of the great hall.

 

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Draco darted around corners trying to find some place out of the way. Every time he saw someone down a corridor he turned and went the other way. He finally stopped in a part of the school he wasn’t overtly familiar with. He ducked into an unused classroom and slumped against the wall. He panted for breath raising his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He felt so weird.

 

He slumped down on the bench near a corner. It was cool in the castle at this time of year, cold even. So why was he sweating so horribly. He hadn’t run that far or hard. He rested his head back against the wall. The door beside him eased open. He wiped around to see, hand on wand to protect himself.

 

It was Potter.

 

“What do you want, Potter?” he sneered. He fought to keep from stumbling over the words. He was burning. The fire raging through his veins intensified with each step that Potter took further into the room. Harry offered a small smile.

 

“You don’t look well, Malfoy. Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey.” Potter offered. Draco felt his groin tighten at the sound of his voice. Draco moved further away from the approaching boy. “Draco?” the tone held a hint of worry in it. Draco fell against the cool stone wall and panted again.

 

Oh! Realization hit Draco like a ton of bricks. Not now. Not when *he’s* here. Not with Potter of all people. Draco whimpered when Harry moved closer. He had not gone into heat with only Harry fucking Potter around.

 

“What’s wrong with you?” Potter demanded. He leaned closer to Draco. “Are you okay?” he asked in genuine concern. This was very un-malfoy-like behavior.

 

“Nothing that concerns you!” Draco spat feeling his cock throb. He could feel warm breath on his neck, smell sweet air tinted with the flavor of pumpkin juice. He recoiled away, fighting away the desire building inside of himself. Harry reached out to touch Draco’s forehead. It was an attempt to check for fever. Draco had gone all red and sweaty. “No. Don’t touch me!!” Draco scrambled to the side and found himself on the floor. Harry looked at him with amused eyes. Those same eyes traveled down ward until they encountered Draco’s obvious erection.

 

“Got a little problem there, Draco?” Harry asked eyes twinkling.

 

“Go away, Potter. I can’t deal with this with you around.” Draco moaned letting his body go limp against the stone floor.

 

“Why don’t you go back down to the Great Hall? I’m sure someone would be willing to help you ‘deal’ with your little problem.” Harry smiled widely. Draco frowned turning his head away and curled further into a ball on the floor. It was beginning to hurt. His father hadn’t warned him properly for what to expect. Of course Draco was supposed to have been sent home two days before his birthday. There had been no way to know the change over would come so early. He felt a hand tentatively touch his shoulder and he arched violently toward the touch.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you Draco?” Harry asked. He was kneeling on the floor beside Draco, looking confused and suspicious and concerned all at the same time. He hadn’t, however, removed his hand from Draco’s shoulder.

The part Veela moved suddenly, flying at the darker boy. He landed in Harry’s lap, and used both hands to pull Harry’s lips to his.

 

“Oh God...” Draco gasped feeling the relief pour through him as he pressed his body to Harry’s. His erection pressed into Harry’s crotch where a similar bulge was beginning to develop. “Oh please...” he whimpered letting his lips travel over the Gryffindor’s face. Harry gulped for air as lips, beautiful pink lips attached his neck in tandem with teeth and a warm sweet tongue. He made a small keening sound.

 

“What?” he whispered, his hands moving into thick blond hair. He pulled Draco up and in, pressing his lips to Draco’s in earnest. Whatever was wrong with Draco must be catching because suddenly Harry wanted to come. He wanted to come against, inside, with Draco. And he wanted to do it NOW. Draco rocked in Harry’s lap.

 

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and slowly eased the younger teen down on to the floor. He stretched out on top of his enemy and felt Draco buck up against his crotch with renewed urgency.

 

“Now. It hurts. Please..” Draco whispered, tonguing Harry’s jaw line. Harry growled in response. One hand set to work unbuttoning Draco’s robe and shirt. The other freed his wand and cast a sound-proofing and locking charm on the classroom. They weren’t likely to be discovered but he didn’t want to take the chance.

 

“Draco?” he pulled back and looked down at the thoroughly debauched looking boy lying underneath him. He had him half-naked already, one hand stroking up and down a pale defined chest and arms. Draco looked up at him with glazed over eyes and swollen lips. “You sure?” Harry asked. Draco made a small desperate noise and yanked open Harry’s own robes, popping off a button or two. Harry smiled and licked his lips. He shrugged out of his robes and pulled off his sweater and shirt. Draco’s eyes dilated further and he mewled almost like a cat under Harry’s hands.

 

Every touch sent a bolt of heat and pleasure to Draco’s groin. He arched against Harry, when nimble hands began to unfasten his pants. It happened fast but seemed to take forever and then they were there skin to skin. Stretched out one on top of the other from head to toe and everything in between.

 

Harry ground his hips against the blonds. Draco sighed and moaned and whimpered for more friction. More contact. Hands griped Harry’s ass and pulled him down hard and fast. Harry yelped in response and kept up his own exploration of the smooth pale body beneath him.

 

“Fuck, Potter...” Draco gasped, moving rhythmically against his most hated classmate.

 

“Harry. If we’re gonna fuck you’re damn well gonna use my Christian name, *Draco*.” Harry growled sitting up and spreading Draco’s thighs. He lay down again. Draco sighed. Oh. That felt good, a warm hard cock pressed right up behind his balls. That was wonderful.

“Get on with it then, Harry. I can’t wait all day.” Draco sneered half-heartedly. He pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Harry’s slim waist. He gasped again as Harry’s weight pressed lower and a cock nudged at his opening. Harry made a similar smaller sound of his own.

 

“Patience is a virtue. Haven’t Slytherin’s been taught that lesson yet?” Harry managed to tease. Draco keened when a finger dipped inside of him.

 

“No time for patience. I’ll burn up. Get on with it.” he ordered, hand wrapping around Harry’s cock. “Now!” Harry tensed above him and cried out loudly.

 

“Fuck Draco! I don’t want to hurt you.” he squeezed out, eyes and jaw shut tightly. Draco arched beneath him beginning to pant again.

 

“You wont. For Merlin’s sake Harry, I’m part Veela. We’re made for Fucking!” he whined, head lolling from the burn beginning to build inside of him again. He released Harry from his firm grip and groaned in half pleasure, half pain as he was entered. Harry moaned letting his head fall to rest in the function where shoulder met pale neck. Warm breath along his jaw and a hard cock inside of him made Draco groan and wiggle under the delicious weight.

 

“So Tight. So Good.” Harry whispered, pulling back and then pushing back in again. Draco gripped Harry’s back like a life line as his mind exploded in pleasure.

 

It was over in a matter of minutes. Harry slumped down on top of the smaller boy, panting for breath. He sighed, picking his head up to see a dazed, glazed over look to be prominent in Draco’s eyes.

 

“Was it good for you?” Harry smirked. He got conked in the back of his head for his effort for humor. Draco’s eyes seemed to focus at the words.

 

“Oww! What was that for?” Harry asked, rubbing at the back of his head.

 

“Shut up, Potter. And for God’s sake get off of me.” Draco spat, his usual arrogance returning to him. Harry smiled.

 

“But Draco, you like it...” he laughed. He leaned closer and whispered directly into Draco’s ear. “You just came and you’re already hard again...” Draco rolled his eyes before tensing. He pushed Harry away from him and looked down at himself.

 

“Fuck...” he hissed.

 

“Gladly!” Harry whispered covering Draco again. He licked into Draco’s mouth and smiled when Draco kissed him back. Draco went limp under him as the burn of a veela in heat began to spread through him again.

 

 

 

End.

 

NO Sequels, Please don’t ask.