Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 53| Waking a Dragon

Draco had begun to get clingy; everyone could see it. Everyone but Harry who found it charming and cute. Then again, he too had also begun clingy. This all came ahead when just after break.

Everyone was excited to see their friends and partners, especially since the Wizarding world was in an upheaval about everything. It was to the point everyone was scrambling to finish their homework!

Harry and Draco already had their work done, as had the other Council members. So, the two of them were just spending time within the Slytherin Dorms. It was simple enough. They were just cuddling, allowing their magic to flow and mix together. It was thrilling.

Then they had to do leave. Well, more like Harry had leave. The blond Slytherin didn't want to let him leave, grumbling about it.

"I'll be back! I promise." He laughed a little, looking more amused than anything.

"Do you have to?"

"Yes, I do."

The taller Wizard followed the other into the Common Room, which was empty at that time. Huffing a little, he grabbed onto his love, pulling him to his chest.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, pouting.

Harry laughed, cupping his face.

"As long as it's you, I don't mind." He cooed.

With that, they kissed. It started out peaceful and gentle, loving in every sense of the word. Draco's hands slipped lower, grabbing and massaging every part that he could touch. He wanted to leave a mark on his body, but he wasn't sure how.

It wasn't long before Harry found himself on the Common Room couch, his jacket and tie on the floor with his shirt unbuttoned. Draco was completely shirtless at this point and his perfect hair was now tossed and messy.

"My Emerald~" The Pureblood cooed in his ear before softly biting it.

Harry flushed, laughing sweetly.

"My Silver~" He cooed back, pulling his boyfriend up to his lips so they could kiss once more.

It was a rougher kiss this time with Harry lightly dragging his nails on Draco's back while said Wizard pulled at his pants. They probably would've continued further, much further, but the entrance to the Dorms opened. There was laughter, the only warning they were given.

Embarrassed, Harry pushed Draco away, looking to the suddenly quiet group of Slytherins. They were Sixth and Seventh years. They were looking at the two with wide, shocked eyes. Then Draco did the strangest thing, he growled.

Draco lunged at them, a sense of dread swallowing the God of Life. He scrambled to his feet and tackled a very enraged Pureblood to the ground. His eyes were pure silver, pupils slitted and scales beginning to show on his face and arms.

The larger male easily rolled them over and pinned Harry beneath him, those silver eyes completely focused on him. What should've scared him, felt relaxing and if not a bit exciting.

"Muy guapo." He muttered. (SPANISH-- Very beautiful.)

The Pureblood gave a low purr, a proud look on his face. His smile grew, revealing fangs. Fangs that he quickly used to nip and bite at the other's neck.

The Boy-Who-Lived groaned, grabbing at the other's back. He quickly looked to the stunned group.

"G-Get Snape and M-Marvolo... Please?" He flinched a little as he did his best to not moan. He did want to keep some dignity... Though he wasn't too upset with this situation, he'd just prefer if they didn't have company...