Fang the boarhound was dreadfully upset. He rooted restlessly outside Hagrid's dilapidated hut, stopping occasionally to howl mournfully. He was cold and hungry.

The full moon cast an eerie glow onto the light frost on the grass, and the deeper shadows from the Forbidden Forest scared him rigid. Fang ambled to the water barrel and raised a hind leg. A steady gush of dog pee streamed against the barrel, melting the frost as a rancid steam rose to foul the night air. Bladder relieved, Fang settled on his haunches and howled.

Nothing happened. No response whatsoever.

Fang padded to the front door and scratched at the warped wood, leaving deep gouges on the flaking paintwork. His stomach rumbled.

Ever since Hagrid went off on his half-arsed mission to woo the humungous Olympe Maxime, Fang's welfare had been left to the whims and fancies of the incorrigible Harry Potter and his two sidekicks. But since Ron had flatly refused to have anything to do with the boarhound after it slobbered way too much on the freckly idiot wizard, and the bushy haired witch was clearly a cat person thank you very much, Fang's welfare now rest solely in the hands of the bespectacled dark-haired hero of the British Wizarding world.

Tonight, the Wonderboy-with-an-Attitude-and-a-20-Sticks-a-Day-Habit had strolled up in the company of a rather giddy blond haired wizard, quaffing the brand new 100-proof BlitzerBooze from a 1.5 litre bottle enchanted to look like a bottle of soy milk (not that Fang knew this, but I'm enlightening the reader just the same.) Fang recalled in his ageing and oft foggy mind accompanying the pair on a trek through the Forbidden Forest half a decade ago on a similar night like this. Sans the BlitzerBooze, of course.

The boys had promptly gone into the hut and slammed the door in Fang's face. Something made of glass smashed against the fireplace, someone swore and Fang heard raucous laughter from the other side of the door. Fang had waited for his dinner, and a good half hour later he was still waiting. Fang scratched the door and whined piteously.

No such luck.

Inside the hut, Draco Malfoy was doubled over one of Hagrid's massive tin buckets, chucking his half-digested dinner noisily into the receptacle. He gave an extra violent heave, and brought up the last of his greasy school issue spaghetti and meatballs with an alarming gagging sound. Shuddering weakly, he collapsed in a heap on the floor, and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. Bolts of lightning flashed across his eyelids, as he squeezed them shut against the nausea.

The sound of a lighter flicking to life brought him back to real-time.

Draco opened his eyes and looked mutinously at his companion, who was slouching against the far wall with a half-arsed grin on his face. A homemade joint, made from Hagrid's secret cannabis stash was stuck in a corner of his mouth. A mournful howl came from outside the door.

Draco gritted his orthodontically corrected teeth and pointed to the door with a shaky finger. "Feed the damn dog, Potter. His whining is driving me nuts," he growled in irritation.

Harry pushed himself off the wall and crossed to the massive fireplace. He surveyed the assortment of carcasses dangling from the rafters. He wrinkled his nose against the fetid odour of decomposing organic matter. A brace of pheasants kept company with a couple of stunned looking wild hare and ferrets. There were other bits of animal parts that he failed to identify, some looking like gruesome road kills. He whipped out his wand from its thigh-holster and placed a nifty freezing charm on the game. Harry dragged an oversized chair, stood on it, and took down the furry carcass of a hare; its eyes glazed, giving it an expression of terminal surprise. Harry started.

"Oops," he said, dropping the hare. It hit the floor with a solid thunk and rolled underneath a table. Harry grinned, and jumped lightly off the chair, the cannabis joint hanging rakishly in the corner of his mouth. He ruffled Draco's heavily gelled hair as he sauntered past, making it stand in alarming corkscrews. Draco slapped his hand away angrily.

"Do up your trousers, you pervert," said Draco, as he rose to his feet. He rolled himself a joint, lit it with his wand and took a drag. His face contorted and he coughed violently. "Ugh! This is foul. Do you smoke this for fun?"

Harry shrugged as he threw a grimy window open. He pointed his wand and intoned, "Accio, hare." Draco ducked as the hare whirled overhead. Harry deftly caught the carcass in mid air, and hurled it outside. It landed in the vegetable patch with a solid thump.

He watched as Fang raced to the vegetable patch, scrabbling and uprooting the plants as he dragged his dinner away. "Get used to it, Draco. It relaxes the mind and releases your inhibitions," he said, glancing at Draco over his shoulder. The blond was making grotesque mad faces as he took another experimental drag.

Smoke curled, the pungent odour mixed with Hagrid's lingering B.O left a foul stench in the air. Draco fanned his face with his hand. How very dainty, Harry thought, as he grinned wickedly. Very pretty like a virginal choirboy. Sinful thoughts raced through his BlitzerBooze and cannabis addled brain. He stared at his equally tipsy ex-enemy, who was waving his wand and muttering a spell in an attempt to neutralise the odour and freshen the air. Just then, Harry wanted very much to pin the molestable blond on the floor and ravish him until he screamed like a soprano.

"You should know better then to stuff yourself silly with all that food during dinner if you were going to…" Harry started but was cut off by a snarl from Draco.

"Don't say it," he slurred, and waggled a finger at Harry. "And wipe that grin off your stupid face." Draco hiccupped, and wiped his face on the hem of his jumper.

Harry turned his back towards the boy. "You got a problem with that, Draco?" he teased, as he watched Fang wrestle with the frozen hare. So far, the hare was winning. Harry laughed. Perhaps he should have used a little defrosting charm on the hare, but where's the fun in that? Draco padded softly towards him.

"You grabbed my ears again and made your dick to go down my trachea. Of course I gagged," Draco complained, as he came to stand beside Harry. He peered through the grimy window at the frustrated boarhound as it reared and swung the rigid hare by its hind legs. The legs finally ripped off, and sent the body flying in an arc before dropping noisily into the water barrel. Draco laughed, dropping his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry slung an arm around his waist and blew into his ear softly. Draco giggled, "Stop that, I'm ticklish."

Harry tightened his grip on Draco's waist and manoeuvred him to stand between him and the window, back to front. He pressed against Draco's back, trapping the blond against the windowsill. The aroma from the joint made him pleasantly light headed. He put his chin on Draco's shoulder and licked his jaw line.

"I want a zipper fuck," he said silkily, one hand holding Draco tightly by the waist, and the other undoing the smaller boy's trousers. Draco elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"No," he protested, without much conviction. "I've already given you a blowjob. It's my turn now." He struggled, but Harry tightened his grip and bit his left earlobe, his sharp teeth tugging persistently at the diamond stud.

"Hmm…but you didn't finish the job, my dear. You threw up." He said, grinning between mouthfuls of ear.

Draco kicked him sharply in the shins, but Harry held on doggedly. He pressed his erection against Draco's arse and smirked as Draco gasped softly and squirmed against the touch. "Bastard. Not fair…you…you pulled my ears and rammed your…Argh! Stop that!"

He slapped wildly at Harry's hand as it snaked into his underwear, nimble fingers grabbing at his crotch and pulling him back. Harry used his weight to press harder against the struggling boy as he bit hard on his neck. Draco hollered, half in pain and half in arousal.

"I want a zipper fuck. Now." Harry repeated stubbornly, his voice slurred from the potent cocktail of alcohol and cannabis.

Draco whimpered softly, "Stop..stop. Bad Harry…bad wizard." Harry could be so dominant, and it suited him just fine. A thrill coursed through Draco and he thrashed about uninhibitedly as Harry roughed him up. Harry could be such an indefatigable human pneumatic drill when he was in the mood for some rough coupling. Draco laughed as Harry made a lewd suggestion in his ear. He relaxed, placed his arms on the windowsill, resigned himself to Harry's will and peered through the grimy windowpane at the frosty vista outside.

A sudden movement startled him, and he gaped in horror. "Harry, look!" he said urgently. Harry looked up, jarred by Draco's panicky tone.

Two huge bear-like canines were bounding straight towards the hut, eyes gleaming with unnatural light; sharp, razor-like teeth glinting dangerously in the moonlight. Harry stiffened in mid-grope as Draco pressed his back against Harry instinctively.

Without breaking their speed, the monstrous canines seized each other about the neck, locked in mock battle; jaw to jaw, snarling and clawing as they rolled on the frosty grass. The moonlight reflected eerily off their hulking forms as they nipped and growled, reared and stumbled, chasing each other in wild animal abandon. A bone-chilling howl rends the air.

Inside the hut, Draco yelped and twisted in Harry's arms, his eyes wide with fright. Being crunched by oversized canines did not feature in his plans for the night, and the door appeared to be very flimsy all of a sudden. He wished he were back in his bed, hidden safely under the covers. Harry gripped his body tightly, as he peered into the garden. A cloud drifted across the moon, temporarily cutting off the light.

Draco was muttering incoherently. Harry grinned and patted his thigh. "Nobody will turn you into a wizard kebab. Shhh…stay still and don't panic," he said soothingly. Draco whimpered and nuzzled closer. Harry better had a plan to get them out of the hut alive, since he was such a smart ass. "Keep still." Harry repeated, his voice low and insistent. Draco obeyed.

The canines had stopped battling and now were sprawled side by side on the grass, tongues lolling as they panted heavily through their open mouths. The moon came from behind the cloud, bathing the grounds in an unnatural glow. Two pairs of demonic eyes gleamed in the moonlight. Presently, the bear-like black shaggy dog reared and mounted its companion and began to thrust haphazardly in a distinctive animal manner. The bottom canine raised its grey/brown muzzle to the moon and ululated.

Harry closed his eyes as realisation hit him with the force of the Whomping Willow. Oh. Dear. God. He tightened his grip on Draco, who had gone rigid in his grip.

"Fucking hell," said Draco, eyes glued to the scene as he watched the canines copulate vigorously, interspersed with noisy howling and ululating. "Where did those two monsters come from? Harry…look at the size of that black dog's -"

Harry groaned. This was unexpectedly bad. He opened his eyes and watched in morbid fascination as the transformed figure of his wayward godfather and ex-DADA professor copulated in wild abandon. The noise level itself was deafening and would probably send the most hard-boiled Death Eater scampering away in terror. The pseudo-canines took turns to mount each other, and Harry thought for one chilling moment, the werewolf's demonic eyes had fixed piercingly upon him, as its muzzle curled in a lecherous grin.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity being trapped in a public lavatory, the errant duo uncoupled and plopped on the grass, panting loudly. The black shaggy haired dog rolled onto its back, and promptly went to sleep, legs twitching as it dreamt of unsavoury doggy desires. The werewolf spread itself like a bad imitation of a tiger rug and did the same.

Draco peeked through the window at the sleeping canines. He turned his head towards Harry, a manic grin plastered on his face. "Did you see that?" he asked, his voice full of wonder. Harry grunted non-commitally. Draco grabbed his wrist and dug his nails into the soft flesh. "They were both male! That's the damnest thing I ever saw. Holy fuck!" He brayed with laughter.

Harry clamped his free hand over Draco's mouth, not wanting to give themselves away. Harry tore his eyes away from the bizarre tableau a mere 40 feet away. He grinned evilly. If Sirius and Lupin found out Sirius's godson and his supposed enemy were watching them, there would be hell to pay. Sirius and Lupin would probably skin them alive and crunch their moist bits for a post-coitus meal.

Suddenly, the hulking figure of Fang the boarhound appeared on the grounds, the frozen hare, rescued from the water barrel, now hung headless from its heavy jowls. Fang stood rooted to the spot as it spied the two intruding canines. The headless hare dropped with a squelch from his jaw.

Sensing no immediate danger, Fang turned his rheumy eyes and appraised the canines appreciatively. Fang, being Fang was an incredibly stupid dog. But like any dog, it could not resist the smell of a fellow canine on heat. It had been a long while since Fang last had some action. Long forgotten muscles twitched and lengthened.

With a leap and a howl Fang descended upon the slumbering werewolf and made a spirited attempt to hump it. Lupin woke with a blood-curdling howl and bolted towards the Forbidden Forest. The black dog, shocked out of its stupor narrowly escaped Fang's lusty attack and scarpered after its companion, yelping loudly.

And poor Fang was left all alone, his passion unspent. He shook his jowls dispiritedly and mooched towards his mangled dinner. He gave a doggy equivalent of a long-suffering sigh and proceeded to chew thoughtfully on the semi-frozen hare.

Inside the safety of Hagrid's hut, Harry pressed his body once more against Draco. Watching his godfather and ex-DADA professor copulate without any inhibition had turned him on big time, and he sensed that Draco felt the same. The blond had unconsciously grabbed his hand, laced their fingers and placed their entwined hands on his groin. Draco was hard. Harry smirked and placed a wet, slobbery kiss on Draco's cheek, his fingers brushing against Draco's erection. Draco jerked a bit and gasped softly.

"Draco, I want my zipper fuck now," he whispered silkily, as he used his free hand to pull down the smaller boy's trousers. Draco turned his head slightly and winked; he obediently placed his arm on the windowsill and lay his head down on the crook of his elbow. His other hand was firmly laced with Harry's, moving rhythmically up and down his shaft. He shuffled his legs, so that he was bending from the hips. He felt Harry's hand lightly stroking his back.

"Okay," Draco murmured, as he smiled and nodded.

Zipper fucks were fun. One did not have to fully undress for a zipper fuck; just remove the necessary item of clothing, in their case, they would have their trousers pulled down mid-thighs - and wham, bang - get on with the fun stuff.

Harry intoned a spell under his breath as he ran his hand through Draco's hair, coating it liberally with the copious amount of gel that Draco was wont to slather on his bleached blond head. That was one of Draco's personal achievements - the Lubricare Hair Gel charm, which he discovered while fooling around with his portable potions kit after downing too much Butterbooze.

The charm worked this way: whenever Harry or Draco intoned the spell, the hair gel would transform into a pleasant tasting (mango, actually) lube for their fun and games. It would leave Draco's hair soft and gel-free, just the way Harry liked it when they got down and dirty. It beat carrying tubes of lube in their schoolbags, and it was much more convenient for use between classes. Only Harry and he knew the real reason why he went about in that ridiculous gelled down look for years.

"You okay?" Harry asked softly, out of habit, as he used his wrist to lightly rub Draco's hips. Draco nodded in acquiescence, his skin flushed with anticipation. His breath caught quickly as he felt a slick finger gently pushed into him. He pushed back automatically, and gasped softly as the finger was replaced by Harry's hardness, and inhaled sharply as Harry pushed gently forwards. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his arm.

Hands held him tightly by the waist, and he surrendered himself to the sensation, willing his body to relax, as Harry thrust deeper, pushing past the barrier. Fingers stroked his back lightly, and he felt Harry press against his back, his head resting lightly on his shoulder. "You okay?" Harry asked, almost tenderly, his breath an intoxicating mix of BlitzerBooze and cannabis. Draco opened his eyes and nodded, unable to speak.

The weight lifted off his back and Harry started to move, back and forwards, in a slow and measured pace. Draco kept very still, holding his breath, on the brink of the crossover from pain to pleasure. He then exhaled slowly, hand covering Harry's, nails digging in the flesh as he pulled roughly, driving Harry deeper inside.

They moved faster as one, plunging deeper each time; nails clawing over bare flesh, marking their skins with red, angry welts. Draco pushed backwards, matching Harry's frantic pace; panting and kicking at Harry's shins. Harry responded by pulling him brusquely towards him, and then away.
Draco lifted his head off his arm and turned his head to watch Harry. Their eyes locked, the raw uninhibited desire flashing from the grey to the emerald. Harry beamed with the strength of his pleasure and Draco returned the smile with his own enigmatic sneer.

Harry abruptly withdrew completely and took a step back, grabbing Draco tightly by the waist, and wrenched his arm off the windowsill. He kicked Draco behind the knees and the boy went sprawling to the floor on all fours, shocked and winded. He hunkered down behind Draco, gripped his hips and thrust deeply in one smooth stroke.

Draco gasped sharply and cried out incoherently as he lurched to the floor, his elbows and knees buckling under the force of Harry's fevered pounding. God, the semi coherent part of his brain babbled, it felt good to have Harry dominate him sexually.

"Harry," he groaned, as he squeezed his eyes shut against the lightning bolts of pleasure and pain coursing through his body.

Harry grunted in response, his head thrown back against the rush of sensation burning through his veins. He gripped Draco's hips harder, bruising the pale skin with his nails, and heard Draco cried out his name as he hit the spot. Harry thrust harder and faster, and he felt Draco spasm beneath him, muscles clenching tightly around him.

"Please, Harry…please…god, oh god, please," Draco beseeched, as his entire body shuddered violently. Harry grinned as Draco screamed his name, and he increased his grip on Draco's waist, as the smaller boy suddenly went limp in his arms. Trust Draco Malfoy to blackout on cue as his climax hit him, as he was wont to do.

Then Harry's grin faded as he felt the impending rush of his own climax overwhelmed him, focusing on the pace where their bodies joined. He gripped tightly onto his unconscious partner, thrusting haphazardly as he emptied his passion into Draco.

Finally he slowed down, and then stopped. He dropped Draco unceremoniously onto the floor and fell forwards onto the boy's back, bodies still joined as one. He let out a long, deep breath, allowing himself to relax again.

Presently he felt Draco stir underneath him, and he withdrew carefully and rolled off Draco's back. He pulled his trousers up and stared at the rafters, as Draco shifted onto his side and gazed at him affectionately. "Bastard," Draco said quietly, his breath chilling the sweat on Harry's face, but there was no malice in the tone.

Harry chuckled and took him in the circle of his arms, ruffling his sweat-dampened hair playfully. Emerald bore into grey as their gaze locked in a blaze of passion. He nodded and held Draco closer, and grinned as he felt Draco's arms curve gently around his waist, leg slung across his thighs in a possessive full-body embrace. Harry hmmed contentedly as Draco nuzzled into his neck.

Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest a dog howled and a wolf ululated. But neither boy heard the sound as they slept fitfully on the floor of Hagrid's hut, locked in each other's embrace.

~ The End ~

© Zed Adams A&T Potterverse
Start date: Thursday, 10-Oct 2002; 10.00PM
Completed: Friday, 11-Oct 2002; 02.00AM