Warning(s): No backstory. Also, wanking. Oh, and it's a creature!fic. With parseltongue.
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 575
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
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Summary: Harry comes to Draco's rescue.
Harry dashed through the dim passageways, hoping to reach the lighted cavern ahead before it was too late. He skidded to a halt just inside the grotto and caught his breath. Draco Malfoy was chained to a stone altar. He was naked, bruised and dirty. His once magnificent white wings were soiled and pinned beneath him as he struggled.
Harry took a cautious step forward, not wanting to frighten the frantic veela.
Malfoy froze, his eyes widening in horror. He was not looking at Harry, however, but at an enormous snake that was slowly slithering across the floor toward the altar. The snake's tongue flicked out as it scented the air, and its massive head rose from the ground as it honed in on the heat signature given off by Malfoy's body.
A whimper of fear escaped Malfoy, and the sound galvanized Harry into action. He stepped further into the chamber, attracting the snake's attention.
Leave this place, Harry hissed to it in Parseltongue.
The snake rose up even higher, as if challenging Harry.
Find food elsewhere, Harry commanded.
My meal, mine
No, this creature belongs to me.
The snake hissed at Harry, head weaving in the air as it sized him up.
Harry pointed his wand at the serpent, and flames shot forth. The snake reared back and retreated to the mouth of one of the passageways.
Go. Now, commanded Harry, sending another gout of fire in its direction.
The snake undulated and seemed to fold in on itself as it turned to head back down the corridor hewn in stone. Harry placed a ward on the passage before he turned to see how Malfoy was faring.
Malfoy was flushed and trembling. His eyes were dilated, and his breath was coming in short, rasping pants. Most startling of all, however, was the fact that his cock was erect and jutting up from its base of blond curls.
Harry deliberately looked away from the veela's erection as he stepped closer. "Are you alright, Malfoy?" he asked.
The chains rattled as Malfoy struggled in his restraints once more. "Touch me, Potter," he gasped. "Please, I ache."
"Malfoy, you're delirious. Let me-"
"Please, Potter! I'm begging you!"
Harry's body reacted to Malfoy's nearness, as well as to the veela's obvious plight. He reached for Malfoy's cock with shaking fingers and grasped it loosely.
Malfoy groaned and thrust himself into Harry's gentle grip. "Help me," he whispered.
Harry set aside his embarrassment at the situation and began working Malfoy's shaft. He stroked it roughly, the same way he treated his own when he wanked. Malfoy seemed to enjoy it. His head fell back, while he babbled incoherently and pumped his hips as much as he was able to. It didn't take long for him to cry out and spill over Harry's fingers.
Harry took a step back and spelled his hand clean. He then opened the locks on the chains that bound Malfoy to the altar. The veela sat up stiffly and averted his eyes. Harry cleared his throat. "No need to be embarrassed, Malfoy," he said. "That's a normal reaction to a close brush with death."
Malfoy's eyes lifted to meet Harry's. "It wasn't my close call with disaster that fired my blood, Potter," he said. "It was you speaking that damned snake language."