Author's Note: Thanks again to Deb for the beta and thanks to everyone who reviewed the 1st chapter.

Grimmauld Place remained empty of Order members for the week following Harry and Draco's tryst. They took advantage of the time alone by continuing their experiments in carnal passion while trying to maintain some sort of balance outside of the bedroom. The two rivals still disagreed on plenty, and while that served as delicious fuel for their heated rendezvous, it didn't bode well for anything lasting.

Harry's largest problem with Draco wasn't that he was a werewolf, or that he still believed some of what Voldemort preached about pureblood even after what was done to him, it was that the blond had built up impenetrable walls around his heart that he just wouldn't allow Harry through. That led to bickering, which led to arguing, which led to fighting which ultimately led to fucking, but Harry knew they couldn't possibly keep up that pace. Eventually one of them would crack and Harry didn't want that. He found himself falling for the Slytherin prat and every day they spent together bound him closer. He knew Draco had been through horrible things back at the Manor, and he didn't begrudge the blond his privacy but it was hard to feel like he was anything more than a plaything when the Slytherin wouldn't open up.

It all came to a head one evening over a month into their tumultuous new relationship. It was close to the full moon, but it was also Harry's birthday, and he desperately wanted to spend it with his lover. Draco insisted that it would be better to lock himself away in his room, regardless of the fact that he'd already taken the Wolfsbane potion and he would still be in his right mind after the shift.

"I want to see you change," Harry insisted.

"It's disgusting, I assure you, Harry. I'd rather you be spared from it," Draco replied, not looking up from his magazine. Harry could feel the blond tensing already, teetering on a precipice that could end up driving him to his quarters sooner rather than later. Harry didn't want that, but he also didn't want to give ground on this battle. He always spent his birthday alone, and this one time he'd hoped would be different.

"I've seen people shift before, Draco. It's not disgusting, you're just being a prude," Harry bit out.

"A prude?" Draco gasped, finally giving Harry his attention. "Are you honestly calling the man that you fucked up against that wall right there a prude?" he asked incredulously, pointing at the study wall.

"Sex comes perfectly easy to you, Draco. It's everything else that you're a prude about. This wolf thing isn't nearly as horrid as you're making it," he huffed.

"Isn't nearly as horrid?" Draco seethed, his temper rising to match the pitch of his voice. Harry knew the blond was good and angry since he couldn't form a coherent thought of his own and merely continued to echo Harry's own words back to him. "It's painful and terrifying and every time I shift I think of Fenrir and what he did to me."

And as usual, Draco's words defeated Harry, burning him to the core. He always wondered if Draco chose his phrasing on purpose to achieve this very effect, but regardless, Harry went to the blond and pulled him close. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered against the shell of Draco's ear. "I know it's bad, I really do, but you don't have to hide it from me. I love you, Draco."

"You…what?" he asked, pulling free of Harry's embrace.

Harry immediately cursed himself for saying those words aloud. Still, they were true, and now that they were out, he might as well stand behind them. "I love you," he repeated.

"I-I didn't know," Draco stammered, grabbing Harry's hand in his own. "Are you being serious, or are you just trying to get out of trouble?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I would never say that just to get out of fighting with you when undressing you works just as well," Harry pointed out with a shy grin.

"Fair point." The blond continued to stare at him, as if Confunded. "I suppose…since it's your birthday, I could spend the night with you."

"You mean it?" Harry asked, giddy to know that he'd finally get to see his lover's wolf form.

Draco nodded slightly. "I mean, people are supposed to make compromises when they're in love, right?"

"Right," Harry breathed, knowing that was just as good as his private lover screaming his own feelings from the rooftop.

"Do you want your present now?" Draco asked, his eyes taking on a familiar gleam, one that told Harry he was in for a spectacular orgasm. Harry barely had time to nod before he was being pressed against the wall. Draco ripped at his trousers, tearing them wide until it revealed his prize. Harry remained in a fairly constant state of arousal when he was near the blond, and his quickly hardening erection bounced free of his pants with enormous glee.

The sight of Draco licking his lips and falling to his knees nearly undid him, but he had no time to think as the sneaky Slytherin used the distraction to swallow Harry to the hilt in one wet motion. The hot folds of Draco's mouth engulfed him and Harry hissed as his lover's clever tongue treated his throbbing cock like a melting ice cream cone, licking along his shaft and curling around his head as if Harry's cock might dribble away in the heat.

Harry was so close to coming, but Draco seemed to have something else in mind and tugged gently on Harry's bollocks, giving him just enough pain to bring him back to that tender balance. As the blissful assault continued, Harry's fingers found their way into Draco's satiny hair, pulling slightly when he felt a finger breach his tight entrance.

"Draco," he screamed, tugging Harder at the hair in his fists. "Yes, more, gods more."

Draco obliged, adding another digit to the first and pumping them in and out in time with his lips around Harry's cock. It was a wonder that combination didn't send him over the edge right away and only sheer willpower kept him holding on. Harry wanted to see where this might lead and he didn't want to blow his load too soon.

As it stood, he wasn't disappointed.

A third finger quickly joined the other two and Harry was bucking and writhing against the wall, unsure which contact he craved more of, Draco's blazing mouth or those perfect, nimble fingers. By this point in their relationship, Harry was fairly certain he knew what to expect when Draco gave head. He was apparently an expert, something Harry tried not to think about as it applied to more than himself. But something unexpected occurred that evening, something that changed Harry's perception of Draco forever.

As Harry was nearing climax, he felt teeth slide along his shaft. Draco hadn't ever slipped before, but that wasn't what worried him in that brief moment. What worried him was that those weren't Draco pearly flat teeth. They were sharp, wolf teeth. "Fuck!" he screamed as the tongue on his cock changed shape, becoming wider as it milked him. "Oh fuck, Draco, you're a fucking god!" he screamed as he came suddenly and violently down his lover's throat to a chorus of blinding stars across his vision.

By the time Harry was able to open his eyes, Draco was nowhere to be found. He snapped out of his lust-induced fog and pulled up his trousers, following a trail of tattered clothes up to Draco's bedroom. When he got there, he found the door securely locked.

"Draco?" he called, but there was no answer. Harry tried every unlocking charm he knew, but nothing worked on the obstinate handle. "Draco, let me in," he begged.

A fierce growl was the only reply, and Harry knew it was the wolf's throat and not Draco's that made the sound. Harry sagged to the floor outside Draco's bedroom, leaning his head against the door. "Why won't you let me see you?" Harry asked, letting his fingers draw shapes against the smooth wood. "Draco, I want to see you."

Whimpers met his ears through the door and Harry could tell by their proximity that Draco was just on the other side. "I love you," he whispered before letting his eyelids droop. It was lucky he'd found the energy to make it all the way up those stairs after such a toe-curling orgasm as Draco had given him moments before. He would have preferred to snuggle up to his furry lover that night, but the floor outside Draco's bedchamber would have to do.

Draco avoided Harry for the next three days and would have likely continued to do so if Harry hadn't cornered him in the loo. Just as Draco was unzipping and starting to take a piss, Harry pulled off his invisibility cloak and glared at his lover.

"Dammit, Harry," Draco grumbled as he missed his target, quickly cleaning up the mess with a flick of his wand. "Was that really necessary?"

"Apparently so, otherwise I might have seen you at some point these last three days," he bit out. "What are you playing at?"

"I'm not playing at anything," Draco grumbled. "I just thought…"

"Thought that now you'd elicited an 'I love you' from the Boy-Who-Lived you could end this little charade?" Harry finished for him.

"No!" Draco shouted, hurriedly refastening his trousers so he could turn and face Harry without his cock dangling out. "That's not it at all."

"Well explain it to me then, Draco, because that's what it seems like. It seems like you've been using me all this time, playing some sort of Exploding Snap with my head," he snapped.

"I shifted!" Draco said.

"Clearly, Draco…even though you refused to let me see after you'd promised-"

It was Harry's turn to get cut off when Draco threw his hands up in frustration. "While I was sucking you off! I started to shift! I could have hurt you!"

"But you didn't," Harry corrected. "In fact, it was sort of amazing."

"I still could have hur-" Draco began, but his voice died abruptly on his lips. "Amazing?"

"Brilliant actually," Harry elaborated. "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

Draco was silent for much longer than Harry felt comfortable with, but before Harry could poke him and make sure he hadn't fallen asleep with his eyes open, Draco found his voice. "You liked it," he said lamely.

"Loved it," Harry countered. "Even the teeth."

Draco winced. "Sorry about that. The change came on so fast, I couldn't stop, and the wolf…oh Salazar, the wolf was enjoying it too much." Draco buried his face in his hands, but Harry pulled them back.

"Well, that makes two of us, Draco, so why are you so upset?" Harry asked, completely dumbfounded.

"I just-I just can't believe this. Are you saying all this to try and cheer me up, because if you were scared and turned off, you can be honest with me. I swear I'd understand."

"You're serious?" Harry asked incredulously. "You really couldn't tell how turned on I was?"

A dark chuckle escaped from Draco's throat and he pulled Harry into a tight, clenching hug. "You constantly amaze me, Potter. My sweet, little pervert."

"So," Harry asked tentatively, plying tender kisses along Draco's stubbly jaw, "does that mean we can do it again?"

"Insatiable pervert," Draco amended and snogged Harry until he saw stars.

Harry was pleased by how much Draco seemed to open up to him after that day. He finally told Harry all about the night he was turned, how he'd been a gift to Fenrir for killing an entire market full of Muggles. Draco had been terrified of Fenrir before that night, but the moment the werewolf sealed the door shut behind him, locking Draco in a tiny bedroom with him, Draco said his fear became palpable. He'd given in right away, playing the good little servant in the hopes that he'd be spared the tooth and claw, but after Fenrir had his way with Draco, he swiped his shifted paw across Draco's back and passed on his disease.

After that, Voldemort tossed him in the dungeons, saying he was too unclean to mingle amongst them any longer. It was a miracle that he'd been able to escape, and it was only because Draco knew the secret doors and paths of the Manor far better than Voldemort did. Remus had found Draco in a filthy alley outside of a small Were encampment. These wolves had chosen no side on the war, but Draco knew it was only a matter of time before Fenrir came to recruit them, and Draco knew he'd never escape notice. It was a blessing that Remus came along when he did, promising to see to it that Draco was taken care of.

Harry listened with rapt attention to every detail of the story, watching a myriad of emotions play across his lover's face as he recounted the tale. More than ever Harry wanted to belong to a man like Draco. He saw himself as weak because of this new affliction, but Harry tried to explain that it was quite the opposite.

Despite all of Draco's newfound openness, Harry still felt as thought something was missing from their relationship, and that they couldn't be whole until he discovered what it was and mended the problem.

"You're the hero, Harry. You're the strong one," Draco argued.

"You could have given up. You could have allowed yourself to waste away in those dungeons, or press Voldemort into taking your life, but you didn't," Harry told him. "You were strong, and you were brave and you fought against the odds that had been dealt to you. What else could a hero want in a lifelong partner?"

Draco swallowed thickly and opened his mouth, most likely to protest, but Harry covered Draco's lips with his own and kissed him deeply until he forgot his argument. "This is one of our last nights together before we're back on the train to Hogwarts."

"The last full moon before then too," Draco whispered.

"Seems like the perfect time to make up for ditching me on my birthday," Harry pointed out as he moved to straddle his lover on the large bed in his room. Before Draco could say anything else, Harry took the blond's earlobe into his mouth and sucked generously until Draco was panting against him and grinding his erection into Harry's thigh.

Harry's fingers found the edge of Draco's jumper and tugged, yanking the soft fabric off of his lover's body and tossing it to the floor. Draco did the same and Harry's shirt quickly joined the Slytherin's, along with trousers and pants. Harry let his hands trail softly over Draco's newly exposed flesh and felt the rush he always did when he gazed upon his boyfriend. Draco was stunning, there weren't enough words to describe his soft, pale beauty that had the perfect amount of coarseness to make him rough and desirable.

His fingers went to Draco's hair, pushing it back from his brow so that Harry could plant kiss after kiss along the pointed bridge of Draco's nose. He could feel Draco's bony hips and thick erection grinding against his arse, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to feel Draco inside of him. He'd kept his promise these few months together but Harry wanted more and he wanted it now.

Normally they didn't use the assistance of magic in the bedroom, because Harry preferred to do things the long, natural way rather than rush things with stretching spells or lubrication charms, but Harry knew that Draco would never willingly agree to what he was planning if Harry asked for Draco to prepare him, so his options were slim.

Grabbing his wand from the nightstand and ignoring Draco's questioning glance, Harry cast the needed spells and grinned when his lover's eyes widened dramatically. "Harry," he said in a warning tone, "what are you up to?"

"Just relax," Harry breathed and positioned himself directly above the blond's glorious cock.

"We can't do this," Draco insisted in a panicked tone. "If this is what you want, we'll do it another time. Not so close to the full moon."

"Did you take the Wolfsbane potion?" Harry asked, his eyes already clouded with need.

"Yes." The word became a hiss on Draco's lips as Harry used that same moment to begin his descent. As he slowly impaled himself on Draco's lap, all protests became a shuddering heap of gibberish. "You're so fucking tight," Draco snarled, obviously trying to hold still while Harry worked his way down his pale shaft.

Palms flat against Draco's chest, Harry stared at the beautiful blond beneath him and slid further down onto the rigid cock breaching him for the first time. His muscles contracted and relaxed to allow Draco to plunge deeper and Harry couldn't remember having felt so enthralled. Malfoy's mercurial gaze seemed to have glossed over with lust and Harry could see he was fighting hard to keep his beast at bay. When he was finally fully seated, Harry suddenly wanted more.

He rose up experimentally, falling back down a bit quicker than before and pulling the most delicious noises from Draco's throat. Groans mixed with growls, hissing and snarling tangled together until Harry couldn't tell which was which. All the while, Draco flung his head back, arching into Harry's erratic squeezing and sliding.

When Draco opened his eyes again, locking them with Harry's, they were darker, a fierce and intoxicating pewter silver that Harry had only glimpsed before. The wolf was trying to break free of its imprisonment inside Draco's luscious skin and Harry wanted it to come – he wanted to be devoured and owned completely. This was it, this was the missing piece. Draco, Harry and the wolf all had to bond together in harmonious desire. Before now, Draco had been keeping his beast at bay, hating it, afraid of it, but Harry could change that.

"Let go," Harry whispered thickly.

"I'm not…I'm not holding onto anything," Draco gasped out, clearly distracted by Harry's clenching movements around his cock.

"I want all of you, Draco. I love every part of you, don't be ashamed," Harry whispered, stroking Draco's face lovingly.

"Harry, you don't know what you're asking," Draco whispered, suddenly focused on Harry's eyes and his pulsing neck. "I could contaminate you if I changed now."

"It's not a disease, Draco. It's what you are, who you are and I want you," Harry replied, his voice gravelly and begging. "Change. Shift. Be mine."

Draco shut his eyes tightly, blocking Harry from the stream of emotion flowing through them. When they opened again, the blond looked resolved. "I really hope you don't regret this," he sighed and Harry could feel new muscles rippling beneath his fingertips. He grinned in his excitement. Seeing the change and feeling the change happening all around him were completely different experiences. He could sense bones shifting and lengthening where he couldn't see them, muscles tightened in some places and loosened in others and soon fur was flowing freely beneath his fingers.

Harry had never even seen Draco's shifted form, but he'd seen enough werewolves to know what to expect, but even that didn't prepare him. Draco was beautiful. He wasn't like any wolf Harry had every laid eyes upon. The fur beneath his fingers wasn't course and ugly, it was fine, almost like feathers it was so soft, and the most stunning pearly white Harry had ever seen. His fur gave him a soft glow and Harry marveled at the tiny patches of pink flesh that peeked through.

The scent alone was intoxicating, a mixture of the musky woods and Draco's own exotic notes made Harry just want to bury his face into all that fur. Clawed paws gripped his hips where long fingers had just been and Harry glanced up into the eyes of his wolfish lover. They were much the same, still silver, still haunted and still his Draco. He knew his Slytherin was fighting to control his body, keep himself still, but Draco radiated heat and hunger and Harry was lost in desire.

Possibly the most drastic change was Draco's size. When the shift to werewolf started, they were nearly face-to-face, but now Harry was nuzzling his nose into silky fur somewhere between Draco's chest and abdomen. He also found his lover was still proportional and gasped as his arsehole was stretched wider to accommodate the much thicker and longer cock of Draco's werewolf form.

He'd never felt so filled, never felt so claimed. With a slow, testing motion, Harry lifted himself off of the giant phallus; awestruck that such a huge erection could have even fit inside of him without tearing him in half. It had probably only worked because he had already been buried inside of him when the change began. He was sore, but he reckoned that it was worth it.

Eyes locked on Draco's, Harry plunged himself back down in a single, blissful movement and watched as Draco fully lost control and howled into the air. His sharp, ivory claws bit into the soft flesh of his hips as Draco bucked upward to meet the next thrust and Harry's screams of pleasure mingled in the air with his lover's panting snarls. Up and down, up and down, Harry and Draco set a breakneck rhythm of pounding that Harry knew would have him limping for days, if not weeks, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Each time Draco's cock filled him it brushed over and over his prostate, sending him into keening release.

His come soaked the soft fur of Draco's belly and Harry ran his hands through it as he continued to ride his beautiful beast. A moment later he felt sharp teeth on his throat, pressing gently as a wide tongue flicked out to lick along Harry's pulse point, and if Harry thought his erection would wane after such a brilliant orgasm, he was sorely mistaken.

With a feral growl, Draco lifted Harry up and tossed him face down on the bed and that wide expanse of tongue lashed along Harry's arse, tasting him intimately and Harry groaned beneath the assault. Draco's tongue was almost soothing to his swollen flesh, but just as he began to relax into the smooth, circular journey of Draco's mouth, his wolfish lover mounted him from behind and thrust deep inside of him once more.

"Fuck, Draco, yes," Harry screamed. "More!"

Draco howled again, his fur glistening like the silvery moon, and pounded into Harry with abandon, pulling every last pleasurable moan from Harry's ragged throat. Harry reached down and fisted his own cock, thrusting in time with Draco until he could feel the pressure building again, seeking an outlet.

Harry shuddered under the power of his second orgasm and clenched tightly around Draco's throbbing cock. He felt the blond's body tighten all around him, holding him close as he pumped one last time. Harry bore down, shivering as he felt the massive prick twitch and spill its release inside of him, filling him to the brim with his wolfish seed.

Collapsing to the bed, Harry pulled free of the slick intrusion and tried to catch his breath. The warm liquid seeping down his legs was far less offensive than Harry might have thought, but it ensured he'd be showering sometime very soon. Draco grunted at him, and Harry moved back, giving room for the blond to curl up in the bed beside him.

He buried his face in all that fur again, smelling Draco and himself and the evidence of their coupling all mingled together in perfect harmony. Draco's arms found their way around his body and pulled him close and Harry had never been so sleepy and so comfortable in his entire life, so he took advantage of it and closed his eyes.

Harry woke in Draco's arms, not the wolf's. He had no fur to snuggle into and no large, sinuous legs draped possessively over him, but Harry found himself very much in love with the ones that were. Smooth, milky flesh was just as good as pale, luminescent fur and Draco's lithe legs could wrap around him any time.

Taking a moment, Harry just watched Draco sleep, his thick, blond lashes resting sedately against his cheeks. He mentally checked his body over and found himself sticky, sore and possibly bleeding. Nothing that couldn't be cured with a potion or two though, and Harry felt sure Draco would be agreeable to brewing him something.

Last night had blown his mind and left him breathless. In the heat of the moment, he'd asked for something he never would have rationally thought to and it had been more than brilliant. His cock twitched at the memory of being taken and possessed by Draco in every way. He didn't think his body would be up for it every time, but he would definitely be up to fucking Draco in his shifted form again.

"You're a kinky little whore, Potter," Draco murmured without opening his eyes.

"Takes one to spot one, Malfoy," Harry replied with a grin, kissing his lover's succulent lips.

"You were thinking of my giant wolf cock just now, weren't you?" he asked, flashing a toothy grin as he launched himself up, pinning Harry's back to the mattress.

"Mmmm, it was pretty bloody amazing, but next time I'm going to bring you off with my mouth," Harry promised, his emerald eyes flashing with renewed lust. "I can already taste it."

Draco responded with a growling purr and captured Harry's lips once more, devouring him like the wolf he was. "You're a peculiar one, Harry Potter," he echoed, and again, Harry merely shrugged.

"I love you. All of you," he replied unabashedly.

"Well, I suppose it's good Remus left me at your door then, hm?" Draco replied, pressing soft, tender kisses along Harry's jaw.

"Do you think he knew?" Harry asked, pulling back suddenly.

"He knew you had a big heart," Draco replied, "but I don't think he expected it to be quite…this big."

Harry chuckled and pried himself up from the bed, pulling the Slytherin along with him. "I need a shower."

Draco scanned the dried streaks down Harry's thighs along with the spotting of blood on his cock and beneath his nails. "Fuck, Harry. I think I marked you."

"You can apply a healing salve later," Harry replied as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, Harry. That means you might turn at the next full moon," Draco said, worry set into his beautiful features.

"Well," Harry replied levelly, "I suppose that means next month could have very interesting results."

"You really don't care if you turn into a werewolf like me?" Draco asked, completely awestruck.

Harry cradled Draco's face within his hands and pressed a tender, loving kiss to his shocked lips. He gave his lover the full weight of his stare and let everything he felt show through his brilliant green eyes. "I really don't care," Harry replied softly and honestly and he could see something shift behind Draco's careful gaze and Harry reckoned he was seeing the last of Draco's walls fall away at last.

Draco swallowed past a swell of emotion and dove forward, kissing Harry in earnest. "I'm a very lucky dog."

Fin

Author's Note: Verdict? Did I complete my misson, or didn't I? There may or may not be a follow up story where Harry might or might not turn into a wolf as well....*wolfish grin*