The Stag and The Harpy | James Potter

Prongs

{{kind of filler. So sorry about the wait—I swear I'm writing more this weekend.}}

Phoebe stirs awake first, sweating from unusual warmth.

James has his arms wrapped tight around her middle, his head resting on her chest. He's practically laying on top of her, suffocating her.

"Merlin," She groans, "James!"

He's still, soft snores still coming from his parted lips. She sighs, trying to pry his arms from around her. Nothing.

"James! We have things to do today!" Phoebe cries, trying to shake him off. She's burning hot, his skin a blanket of warmth against her. She finally flicks a small flame at his arm, smiling triumphantly when he yelps and jolts awake.

"Bloody harpy!" He groans, glaring at her sleepily. She smiles smugly, saying cheerfully, "Good morning to you as well, moose."

James scowls, tired of repeating the same thing over and over again. He suddenly gets a brilliant idea, climbing off of the Veela reluctantly.

She's her sigh of relief turns into a screech of surprise when James suddenly morphs into a large stag, his antlers knocking her books and trinkets over.

"James!" She yells exasperatedly as he tries to turn around, her eyes widening when one of the sharp prongs leaves a scratch on the wall.

"Kreacher is going to murder you!"

The stag stomps it's hoof and swings it's head around, taking up far too much room. The door suddenly flings open, Sirius appearing in nothing both boxers with his hair a rats nest on his head and his hand holding his wand up.

He relaxes as soon as he sees Phoebe standing unharmed and a large stag. Sirius' eyes crinkle as he cracks up, holding onto the door frame as he laughs loudly. Phoebe sighs, pulling down James' shirt to cover her pantsless legs as she says flatly,

"Get out."

"Jeez," Sirius snickers. "Morning to you as well, Pheebs. You know I was coming in here to save you! Thought there was a bloody murderer."

Phoebe rolls her eyes and waves him away, her attention drawn back to James when a large snort escapes the stag. She fights back a smile as he comes closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch his head. She's surprised by how soft the fur is, reddish in color and rather fluffy. Phoebe laughs quietly, her irritation dissipating and being replaced with wonder.

She'd never seen him in his animagus form up close before. She gently runs her fingers behind his ear and up his antlers, marveling at the smooth texture. She laughs again when he morphs back, his hands quickly grabbing her waist and pulling her to his naked chest.

"You're an animal," She teases, giving in to his light kisses across her face. He chuckles lowly, muttering, "You love it."

He connects their lips, a soft kiss that makes Phoebe want to tackle him back into bed. But they had things to do today.

She pulls back, saying firmly, "Go shower."

"Come with me," James groans, pulling her back in to press a far less innocent kiss to her lips. Phoebe melts into his warmth, sighing softly when he gently sucks on her lower lip before biting down. She's tempted, especially when she feels his already hard length against her stomach.

"James," She groans, trying to lean back and laughing quietly when he reels her back in with a soft but dominating hand wrapped around her throat. He gently strokes the dip between her collarbones with his thumb. His brow furrows when he grazes the sharpness of the bones, reluctantly untangling himself from her so he can ask,