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Something weird happened to Draco. He was out, being fitted for new robes, and was less than nice to someone else in the store who was trying to buy the same robes as him. He couldn't have that. Draco Malfoy only wears originals.
Regardless, he had been hexed by a total stranger over robes, and didn't really know what to do. He couldn't even work his magic. Luckily, the woman he had grown to know over the years in the store had taken him to St. Mungo's.
Truly an embarrassment being in the presence of all these worthless blokes that couldn't even help him, and the Prophet was there taking photos, because of course they needed to make an article about how the death eater Draco Malfoy was turned into a frog.
Regardless of all of this, he hadn't expected Harry Potter to show up at his bedside. "What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco was able to squeak out, "scowling" at Harry walked in through the door, which Draco was suddenly extremely aware of how big everything was. Gigantic.
Harry's presence didn't exactly help either, that blubbering git stammering at him, his giant figure compared to Draco's now small one. So, Draco thought it might be a good time to tune back in to what Saint Potter was trying to say.
"—I guess I could give it a go, but I'm not sure either of us would enjoy that." Harry stammered, a light blush on his face as he looked away. "So what Potter, are you scared?" Draco mocked like they were back in third year. Luckily Draco hadn't mocked the git in a long time, thinking Hogwarts eighth year would be a good time to leave it behind. But, his old self got the better of him once in a while.
"No, of course not." Harry stuttered. "I just don't think it—" Harry tried to continue but Draco wrapped his extremely long frog tongue around Harry's neck and pulled him down. "If you think you want to have a go, then go on. I'm not stopping you. Just take me out to dinner first."
Harry looked down at Draco wide-eyed, trying to look anywhere but at the very overconfident frog in front of him.
"I guess I could treat you. I'll owl you."
"Perfect."
Draco finally let go of Harry with his weird frog paws, and Harry almost ran out. Draco didn't even know what Harry had been asking before, about the weird sort of cure, but it seemed to make Harry run out with his tail between his legs, so he let it slide.
Later on, Draco finally got the owl from Harry.
Malfoy,
Would you like to head into Muggle London for dinner tonight? I know a good Italian place.
-H
On the back of the letter Draco scribbled a "yes," then gave it back to Harry's owl. Draco had barely set foot in Muggle London before, but was nevertheless excited for a free meal. He wouldn't have any euros or pounds or whatever it was that muggles used for currency, and wasn't one hundred percent sure if his frog-ish (more like complete frog) form would be able to handle it. It being the food.
Exactly how different was the food?
Harry had picked up Draco from St. Mungo's, holding Draco in his hand as they left. "Merlin, Potter! You have got to lotion your hands."
Harry only laughed, then gave a worthless promise to start using lotion so his hands didn't feel so "sandpapery." Draco made a point to chat and actually have a nice time, which ended up being difficult when the restaurant Harry wanted to go into wouldn't allow Draco inside. Thought he was gross.
"I'm not sure how I expected that to go," Harry mumbled as they were shut out. "Muggles don't have frogs as pets? Toads even?" Draco scowled, though Harry couldn't see it. "No, we have dogs and cats. Snakes perhaps. Spiders if you're one of those weird blokes," Harry joked. "If you have a spider then you might have some issues."
Draco laughed, and looked at Harry's messy hair. He hadn't noticed just how awful it was until just then, but couldn't help but stare. He looked... Well, there was no other way to put it. He looked freshly fucked. Had Harry always looked that way, or was that just Draco's imagination?
Draco couldn't tell. He just kept joking with Harry until they got to the apparition point for them to go to Harry's flat and have their own dinner.
Harry didn't now why he didn't think of it before, just up and taking Draco to his flat. He thought he had before, and just never turned up. Never was invited, really. A shame.
Regardless, Harry made Draco some instant noodles. Draco found it a bit insulting but understood why Harry wouldn't cook. Regardless, why the hell would Harry make instant noodles?
Nevertheless, Draco ate. As much as he could in the tiny state, anyway. Which was very little. Barely a noodle. Maybe that was an exaggeration. Harry though, almost inhaled his food. Ate it all within minutes. Fat git.
Draco watched and talked with Harry, finally understanding each other and not picking fights. Just making jokes, and acting like regular people. Draco could feel something in what should be his chest where his heart should be. He felt giddy talking to Harry.
The truth was, he had always been infatuated with Harry. Since first year. Being wherever Harry was just so he could bother the tosser. Sounded obsessed, really. Crazy more like.
Before Draco knew it, Harry was leaning in to kiss him, and Draco let him. It was sloppy and weird and wet, but Draco understood why. A puff of soot and smoke wrapped around him, turning him human. He looked at himself, and then realized.
No, he was not completely human. He was more like, eighty percent human. And also completely naked. Where the hell were his robes?
Harry stared at Draco wide eyed. "Why exactly aren't you completely human?" Harry stammered, trying to look away from Draco's prick. "I'm.. not sure." Draco looked around, attempting to find something to cover himself with. "Uh... could you get me some pants please? Trousers perhaps? A shirt even? A SOMETHING?"
Harry got up fast, running to his small bedroom. He came back to Draco with pants and a plain white t-shirt. "Here.." He shoved the clothes as Draco, still attempting to look away from his pelvis, and failing. Miserably.
Draco shoved on the pants and the shirt, then looked back at Harry. "Well, we know that worked. Not completely, but it worked." Draco shrugged, not knowing what exactly they should do next. "We should talk, and let the rest of the night show us what we do." Harry suggested, gesturing for the chair Draco previously sat in so he could actually eat all of his noodles.
And so, Draco ate. They talked, and talked. They talked a whole lot. About everything and anything. About the war, about Draco's family, his father's trial. Harry's burnt out relationship with Ginny.
The night progressed, they shared tears and smiled and laughs. "You know," Draco started, smiling across the table. "I really do enjoy your company." he admitted. "And I enjoy yours, Malfoy." Harry smiled.
"Don't even, you git. Call me Draco." Harry smiled, and this time, Draco leaned in and kissed him. It was slow yet sloppy from across the table. Draco couldn't help but get up from his seat and sit in Harry's lap, their mouths never disconnected.
Harry moaned in Draco's mouth, sucking on his lower lip as his hands traveled, up and down Draco's back until it finally landed on his ass. He gave it a squeeze and Draco let out a yelp.
Harry finally picked up Draco, his legs wrapped around Harry's waist. He held him close, nibbling at Draco's bottom lip and searching through his mouth every chance he got. Finally, Harry dropped him on his bed, lifting Draco's shirt over his head. "You look so pretty like this.." Harry praised, looking down at Draco's still toned muscles, mostly from playing quidditch.
Draco only looked up with wide eyes, staring at the view in front of him. Harry took off his own shirt, showing off his chest.
Draco only stared, watching Harry's chest heave, taking in one another's beauty. Harry looked like he had olive skin. Like he was glowing.
Draco though, got impatient rather quickly, pulling Harry down for more kisses and leaving hickeys on his neck. It prompted Harry to take off Draco's (more like Harry's borrowed) pants, looking at his length as he took it in his hand, stroking it slowly.
Draco moaned, trailing his hands down Harry's torso, stopping at his dress trousers to unzip and pull them down along with his pants, his boner hitting his torso with a smack.
They relished in the sight of each other, watching how the other moves as they breathed heavily, Draco's moans from the simulation filling the room. Whenever Harry had enough, he put his fingers inside Draco's mouth.
He happily sucked on them, his frog tongue gracing the tops of them and sliding down the length to the knuckles on the underside.
When Ishijima felt they were wet enough, he pulled them out, putting his finger at Draco's ass. Swirling the opening, he teased for a moment before shoving his finger all the way in, curling the tip and thrusting the tip.
Draco became almost like putty underneath. Squirming in his hands and falling apart, his loud moans filling the room as Harry pushed in a second.
He thrusted in slowly, curling and scissoring his fingers, hitting deep enough to graze Draco's prostate. The teasing from not hitting it enough drove him mad, Harry was only grazing it on purpose.
"Harry, please fuck me.. please, please, please.." Draco moaned, the sound bouncing off the walls of the bedroom. Harry only complied, pulling out his saliva slick fingers to replace them with his even bigger prick.
Draco almost came on the spot from the pressure in his hole, squirming underneath Harry. He put a calloused hand around Draco's extremely pale neck, putting pressure on his windpipe.
He moved into Draco's hole, slowly at first, and (not so) gradually sped up his pace, moving faster and harder every chance he could. He had Draco begging underneath him to go faster, to move more, to take away as much air as he could with his chokehold.
Harry smirked at the helpless words (although it wasn't very heroic, he'd admit), whispering praises into Draco's ear as he did so. He began losing himself in the pleasure, the tightness around his prick from Draco's hole, the praises turning into wild degration that only turned on Draco even more.
"Look at you, you slut. Fucked dumb on my cock. Can't get enough, can you?" Harry smirked, watching as struggled moans fell out of Draco's mouth. He knew they were supposed to be sentences, even single words, but nothing came out coherent. He could cast a handless spell he had learned, and then decided against it.
"You've been waiting for this very moment since Hogwarts, haven't you?" he continued to pound into Draco as fast as he could, his hole clenching around his hard prick. They were both close, Harry's words only persuading Draco to come faster.
"You've been waiting for me to cum inside your pretty ass ever since we met, huh? You slut. You couldn't help yourself when i appeared in the quidditch locker room." he grunted, smugly looking down at Draco. "That's why you owled me back so fast, huh? You're such a dumb whore."
At that last sentence, Draco came all over both of their chests, Harry not far behind. He assaulted Draco's hole even more, abusing the spot of nerves that made him fall apart from overstimulation, releasing himself inside Draco.
They fell onto the mattress, sharing a sweet kiss as Harry pulled out. "I'm sorry I said all those nasty things to you, Draco." he apologized, actual regret appearing in his gaze.
"It's okay, Harry. I actually really liked when you said those things." Draco smiled, then smoke and soot from before wrapped around him, the frog like appearance and features (that weren't really there) disappeared. Draco was completely human again.
He got up immediately, smiling and cheering as he kissed Harry passionately. "I really didn't think this would happen with you," Draco admitted, leaning down to nuzzle his head into Harry's neck.
"I didn't either, but I think it worked out quite well."