#animagus!draco

for @drarrymicrofic summer bingo, box werewolves

Draco waits until the moon crests the treeline, then steps barefoot into night-damp grass.

In either form, Harry loves to be hunted.

Draco’s body stretches into moonlight. Settles into an Arctic wolf.

Harry’s magic blazes, a trail of fresh lightning. 

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Strawberries rated: G CW: Ferret Draco “Hey! Get away from those!” He waved his hands, attempting to shoo the ferret away from his open jars of strawberry jelly. They had just finished heating, and he was in the middle of labeling and screwing their lids on. Only his yelling had caused the ferret to leap into the air, knocking over one of the jars and sending bright, red jelly all over the counter top. The ferret, Draco, landed right in the middle of the mess, staining his paws and underbelly with strawberry mush. “Don’t run!” He reached out, attempting to grab hold of the white ferret before he could scamper away. “I mean it!” The ferret ran. Draco skittered towards the edge of the counter, leaping to the stool and then flopping to the floor, which he proceeded to bolt across, leaving a long trail of red footprints in his wake. Harry watched in dismay, as his hardwood floors and carpet were stained with perfect impressions of ferret feet. “Quit that! You menace.” For a moment, he attempted to catch Draco with his hands, although that proved impossible, as he proceeded to hide beneath the couch. “Accio Draco.” The ferret appeared, flying towards his outstretched hands. He caught him and held him up, so he could see the destruction he had caused. “Do you see this?” 

The Snake Charmer (25975 words) by recklessly_fluttering_Heart Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Panicking Harry Potter, Protective Harry Potter, Possessive Harry Potter, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Sad Draco Malfoy, Animagus, Animagus Draco Malfoy, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, Alternative Perspective, non canon elements, no beta reader we die like men, animagus snake, Pyhton royal, because Draco is a prince, Cuddles, a lot of cuddles, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bullying, Maybe not that oblivious Draco, More Fluff, I think they flirt but I'm not sure they are aware of it, mention of eating trouble, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 2 of - Trilogy Animagus Draco Malfoy - Different AU's - Summary:

The Foxing Ring

Vukovich @vukovich

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Squib Harry Potter, Magically Powerful Draco Malfoy, Wandmaker Harry Potter, Banker Draco Malfoy, Animagus Draco Malfoy, Disney Movies, Cooking, Magical Accidents, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Tattoos, Nail Polish, Wandlore (Harry Potter), Drunk Hagrid, houseplants, Sensual Play, Scent Kink, Fur Kink Squick Dilemma, Hard of hearing main character, Ear Piercings, Cinnamon Roll Harry Potter, Movie Night, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Summary:

What. The. Fluff.*

Harry's got no magic, one good ear, no great dating prospects, and a nice little wand workshop.

Draco's got too much magic, a history of biting off ears, no great dating prospects, and a growing fondness for wandmakers. And a very fetching tail.

*and smut!

ฅ(*ΦωΦ*) ฅ

Excerpt:

Harry uncrosses his arms and grips the edge of the counter behind him, and he expects Draco to close the small distance between them, but Draco’s teeth scrape against his lower lip, leaving lines in his lipstick. He glances around the countertop, eyes settling on a roll of paper towels. Draco rips one off the roll, folds it in half, and brings it to his mouth.

“Don’t,” Harry blurts. Draco’s hand drops, and Harry slides the paper towel out of his fingers. “I like it.”

“But if I-“

Harry’s lips smother Draco’s words, reducing them to a pleased hum as his hands find Draco’s waist. “I like it.”

“It’s not-“

Harry snuffs his words out again, tugging Draco forward by his belt loops, pulling their bodies flush. Draco sighs as he eases into Harry. Draco’s hands grip the edge of the counter as he pins Harry against it, lips languid and bodies pressed tight.

Harry pushes forward, and his lips slide against Draco’s, smearing his lipstick. Harry’s tongue darts out, tasting, tracing, teasing. Flowers, he thinks distractedly. Draco’s lipstick tastes like flowers, and Draco kisses the way ivy grows; insistent, slipping through openings, persistent, claiming everywhere he touches.

Harry breaks away for a breath, but Draco’s lips find him again. Draco’s hips grind against Harry’s, and a hand threads through Harry’s hair. Draco grabs a fistful of hair, and Harry gasps as sharp pain rips an eager whimper from his lips.

Trapped, Harry thinks, and a thrill zips through him. Draco keeps a firm grip on his hair, tilting his chin and exposing his neck. Draco’s hard body pins him to the counter. Draco’s lips lay hot kisses down Harry’s neck, and Harry’s surrounded and surrendering.

Pinpricks of errant magic race down Harry’s arms. He cracks an eye open, and a golden dust sifts from Draco’s skin.

Teeth press into Harry’s neck, and a deep groan shakes his chest.

“Fuck,” he whispers, but his tone says please.

“Draco,” he moans, but it means yours.

“Fuck,” Draco murmurs against Harry’s skin, but it tastes like more.

“Harry,” he says, lips against Harry’s hair, but it feels like mine.

Harry buries his face in Draco’s shoulder and moans as Draco’s cock presses against his in a slow, too slow, thrust through far too many layers of clothing. Harry’s hand slips down to grip Draco through his trousers, and Draco grunts and pulls his hand away.

“Not yet.”

Harry’s chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. Golden motes of Draco’s magic float around them, and sweat trickles down Harry’s back.

Draco’s fingers in his hair are far too warm, and Harry realises he can’t feel his own hands. The magic that began as pinpricks down his arms has settled into a steady, nerve-jangling buzz, and he holds numb hands in front of his face. His fingers wiggle at his command, but he can’t feel Draco’s shirt as he rubs them against it.

“Uhm.” Harry glances up at a very flushed Draco. “Explain?”

“Hm? Oh. Magic.” Draco plants a final kiss on Harry’s forehead and steps back, fingers trailing down his own side in a half-hearted gesture. “A millennium of selective breeding, remember?”

Harry’s wry chuckle doesn’t quite hide his disappointment. He’d had every intention of fucking in this kitchen. He tugs his shirt down and adjusts his trousers, whilst Draco steps around to the other side of the kitchen island.

“So… you overheat and anaesthetise men? Like some kind of weird tropical plant?”

“Nooo,” Draco sing-songs, with a tilt of his chin. “I am not a hothouse flower.” He glances around the greenhouse he lives in. “Not technically.”

The bones of the house creak in protest of the frigid cold as Draco sits huddled over his desk by the fire. His tired eyes wander longingly to the clock before focusing back on the crumpled parchment laid out in front of him.

A low howl creeps in through the cracked window, the familiar tone a warm caress that hangs suspended in air as though it were swimming through syrup. Draco feels the corner of his mouth pull into an expectant grin as his lungs and heart react wildly in anticipation.

Draco pads barefoot across the floor and barely makes it to swing open the front door before his bones begin to shift under his skin, the fragile stitches of his muscles painfully splitting and rearranging. Seconds later, his paws tread lightly over the snow-covered ground, his bright white fur blending perfectly with his surroundings as he follows the lure of another howl.

He finds Harry rather quickly, as he is generally more interested in being found than playing their silly game of hide and seek. His emerald eyes nearly glow in contrast to the deep black fur of his animagus form. Despite him wearing a wolf’s face, Draco can still see the mischief in Harry’s eyes when he howls, long and sweet, inviting Draco to race with him deeper into the snowy woods.

Kitty: Meow

Harry: Come home with me, I'll make you something yummy, yes?

Kitty: Meow

Harry: Here, have these sardines