So I'm Part.... Dragon??

The next few weeks passed mostly uneventfully. Classes were boring, teachers were teaching, students studying, the norm. There were only a few accidents. Seamus had somehow managed to explode his cauldron a record of 4 times in a week. How? Nobody knows. He doesn't even have potions four times a week. Neville, for all his love of plants, had managed to find one that doesn't love him. No worries though, he and his bite-ridden arm are determined to make friends with said plant, who Neville had affectionately named Biter. Ginny, while talking one dinner, managed to accidentally through mash potatoes while gesturing with her spoon. The potatoes had somehow managed to land halfway down the table, and had started a food fight.

The gifts from the first week continued, once every three days and Harry was becoming increasingly incredulous at how much money three- and he was pretty sure there were three, people- were spending on him with gifts that they didn't even sign. And yes, none of them had signed in weeks, meaning that he had no name to return the gifts too. He couldn't even use the owls that brought them, as they were the regular mail delivery owls. Though, and loathe he was to admit this, he didn't entirely want to give the gifts back for some reason. They were all beautiful and some had faint traces of something that smelled so good. The very thought of having to part with them made tears well up in his eyes. So, an entire shelf, and he was going to need another if this continues, had been dedicated to the gifts. He kept telling himself that he'd look for the gift-givers, but each day he believed it less and less.

Today as he was eating breakfast (a bowl of strawberries and blueberries, which was was odd though not to much, he had been craving fruits a lot these past few days) Harry could hardly keep still from his excitement. It was Sunday, at about 9 in the morning, and he had just woken up from studying most of last night, and then tossing and turning the rest of it, unable to shake the feeling of loneliness and longing. Which made no sense, as he had everything he had ever wanted. People to talk to, food, stuff to do, and no life-threatening adventures. So there was no need for such feelings to keep him up at night.

But! Today was a Day Three. As much as he told himself he'd find the people sending them, he couldn't help but start to look forward to the gifts as the weeks went on. Though he did wish they'd stop spending so much. At first, he had wondered if anyone would notice the gifts everytime they came and couldn't help but be upset at the thought. They were his. Nobody were allowed to see his! But then he had realized that he always got gifts, especially after the war, and calmed down enough to realize how fucking weird that thought process was. What did it matter if people noticed? And the gifts certainly didn't matter enough to get so territorial over. Though, dragons were known to hoard treasures they liked. Maybe it was that?

The hall was mostly empty, which wasn't surprising considering that it was Sunday. Just a few people scattered here and there throughout the hall. He had just been taking a bite of mango, leg bouncing under the table, when to familiar sound of wings reached him. His head snapped up immediately, eyes tracking the movement of the three owls coming towards him. The boxes today were fairly large, maybe a foot or two in length, but they hardly made a sound hitting the table. The owls that carried them landed on the boxes and began hooting, staring at him.

Harry chuckled as he quickly gave a few pieces of bacon to each owl, each snipping lightly at his ear as they flew away. He turned his attention back to the boxes in front of him, gently picking one up to examine it. The box weighed maybe two pounds. After picking up the others, he determined they all seemed to be the same thing. Though, why three different people all sent him the same thing on the same day was a bit weird...

He quickly shoved that thought away and started to open the first one, taking care to not rip it. At first, he didn't understand what it was, only seeing a dark green. He reached a hand out to touch it, gasping at the softness. It was like touching a cloud, smooth and fluffy. Taking it out of the box, Harry gasped out a small 'oh'. It was a blanket, a big, fluffy, dark green blanket. Something in Harry felt warm and fuzzy at the sight of it.

He took a deep breath, trying to get his heavily racing- from who knows what- heart to slow down. It took him less than a second to realize that was a very bad idea as his nose was flooded with the smell of blueberries and sandalwood. It smelled absolutely devine, and also familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it last. It didn't matter to him at the moment, as all he could do was grab the blanket towards his face and bury it there, letting himself drown in the smell.

Harry snapped out of it when a high pitched whine escaped him, eyes widening in shock at the noise. He quickly drew the blanket from his face and looked around embarrassed, luckily, the few people in the room weren't close enough to have heard him, though it was still embarrassing. Why had he made such a sound? And why did he feel so relaxed and warm, like his body had melted into a pile of goo? The blanket was gently put back in its box while Harry turned towards the other two, now semi-hesitant to open them if the first was any indication. But now he knows what expect, and should be able to avoid doing it again. So, with shaking fingers the next was opened, a deep magenta blanket within. As he sat there the smell wafted up to him, and mix of mint, watered down flowers (maybe roses?), and the damp scent of moss. It really shouldn't have gone together as well as it did, but Harry couldn't help but close his eyes and savior it a bit. The scents of the two blankets combining in his nose was slowly making him feel like he was going to lose his grip, but on what he didn't know. There was a heat setting into his gut, and he could hear his instincts more at the forefront of his mind than they have been. Hmm. How odd...

The third and final box held a rich, royal purple, with a bit of a different feel than the others, more like velvet instead of fluff, but soft all the same. Harry had long since forgotten breakfast, pushing his food aside to make room for the boxes. And the last one was right in front of him, so much so that when he breathed a bit to deep, a different smell joined the others. This time, it was of strawberries, meadows, and running water, maybe a stream or brook. Harry snapped.

He wasn't even entirely aware of what he was doing anymore, only knowing that he had to go and find and make. Where to and what he wasn't sure of. But the next thing that registered was the feeling and smell of all the blankets in his arms, right in front of his nose, and he was walking towards the doors of the Great Hall.

As he was walking out though, he ran straight into something, as lost in his head as he was. The growl that slipped out didn't even register to him as he felt himself begin to fall, only to be stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around him. His eyes snapped up, towards the face of the person he ran into, and oh. It was Blaise. Harry couldn't help the chirp that came out of him, not aware of it until the noise had slipped. He quickly stood up straight and backed out of the arms that were still holding him, reaching to cover his mouth in horror, only to be stopped by the blankets in his hold. So, he did the next best thing and buried his head in them, which, bad idea. The scents of the three blankets were so strong and sent a rush of heat and desire through him. He just barely managed to hold on to the whine that wanted to escape him.

He heard a vaguely displeased noise from in front of him, and had Blaise just growled?? The boy's arms were still up from where they had been holding Harry, and he was frowning, looking at the space in between them and flexing his fingers. There were a few noises, sounding like bird trills more than anything, from behind Blaise, and a small hum. Somehow, just like with the growl, Harry could tell the noises were displeased. 

Looking behind Blaise, he could see Draco and Theo both standing there, staring at him. Or, more accurately, where his face was still partially buried in the pile of blankets. He offered a tentative smile, and could feel another odd noise building up in his throat. Harry's eyes widened and he hurried his face again, hoping to muffle the sound that came out. It was another chirrup, and Harry felt as if that was the only noise he could make at the moment, his mind fogging up bit by bit, the scents not helping at all. Hmm. That was worrying. There were three answering coos as the boys stared at him, eyes narrowed, looking him up and down, always returning to the pile in his arms, each face seamed to grow pleased.

Harry laughed nervously, trying to hold onto the rest of his sanity, the urge to find and build becoming stronger. So, he gave a quick head nod towards the three and took of towards the stairs, trying to get away from the encounter as soon as possible. Hopefully, it wasn't to weird, and he was desperately trying not to think about the fact he had just made sounds that definitely were not human, in front of three boys. Who, by the way, had made some back. Nope, definitely was not thinking about how all three had looked him up and down like he was some type of meal, laid out and ready to feast on.

Harry managed to make it back to his dorm before the feeling of wrongness hit him as he looked around it. His room was too messy and his body was off. There were things on the floor, stuff all over his desk, and his bed. It was wrong, all wrong, and he felt a whine crawl up his throat, and didn't bother to hold it back, not now, his room was soundproof anyway.

He quickly set to work, not even noticing as he began to shift into his other form until he almost tore a shirt as he was picking it up off the floor. Once he did realize, he didn't even bother to change back. It was comfortable and lessened the feeling of wrongness, even if just a bit. Harry scurried around his room, picking up stuff from the floor, reorganizing his desk, even dusting, until the panic had subsided a bit.

That is, until he turned to face his bed again. No no no no no. It was wrong, all wrong, he had to fix it, now. So he did. He changed the sheets on the bed, and pillowcases too. Then, he began to put everything in the middle. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but decided to just follow what his instincts were telling him. Pillow here, blanket just there, another blanket here, until he had ran out of pillows and blankets to use, even the extras provided by the school and in his trunk were used. But something still felt off. As he stood back to admire his work, and it was becoming increasingly clear he had made an entire fucking nest, he tripped over something. Looking down, he lit up. The blankets from the mail! They were perfect! Quickly he went about arranging them, until he had all three settled at the top of his best, covering the entire thing, but somehow all three were still next to his pillow, and could be pulled over him. Perfect!

As he sat in the middle of his newly arranged bed, he felt himself slowly return to his body. What the absolute fuck had just happened? He looked around the room, like it could answer him. He was still feeling slightly hot, but he was feeling better than before. He frowned down at the nest around him. He should probably get rid of it... But he really, really didn't want to. He was proud of it, and something felt important about it. Besides, it wasn't like anyone came in here besides him. So he let it stay.

And suddenly, the memory of running into the three Slytherin boys returned, and he couldn't help the embarrassed flush that quickly flashed onto his cheeks or the whine as he hurried his head under his pillow. What the fuck had that been about? Why couldn't he had just said sorry when he ran into Blaise and continued on like a normal person! But then again, he hadn't felt the ability to talk at all. And the noises the others had made, he shuddered at the memory, another heat flash going through him that he ignored, the noises weren't quite human either... Ugh, his brain hurt. And he was tired maybe he should take a nap real quick? But it was only early morning, or mid afternoon at most, right?

A quick look out the window made his eyes widen. It was getting dark already! He looked at the clock and gasped. He had spent eight hours cleaning and rearranging his room! No wonder he was exhausted. Fine then, other problems could wait until tomorrow. He was going to bed. Or maybe going to get food. His eyes narrowed. He really did not really fancy going down to a crowded hall. But if he didn't go down, Hermione'll through a fit and fuss all around him tomorrow. 

Thinking through his options, he nodded to himself. He could call a house elf for a bowl of fruit, and really what was with all the fruit? He could also write a note explaining that he wasn't feeling up to being around people but did eat, and ask the elf to deliver it to Hermione. 

It didn't take long until he was changed into a big t-shirt and shorts in the middle of his new nest with several bowls of strawberries, blueberries, grapes, and bananas around him. His astrology textbook in his lap as he ate.

Eventually, he began falling asleep while eating and decided that was enough for the day. Putting the bowls to the side, he made himself comfy in the circle of pillows and blankets, happy that Hermione had insisted on getting homework done yesterday. He pulled the blankets over himself and fell asleep to the smell of forests and meadows.

The next morning when he woke up, his head felt extremely groggy, like it was full of cotton. He was sweating like he had just ran two miles in the summer heat as well. He just wanted to go back to bed, but when he checked the time, he realized he was going to be late for his first class. Which, unfortunately, was a double hour potions.

Harry stumbled his way around his room, body feeling weirdly off kilter, and thought that he might be coming down with something. No matter, he had to get to class. If he's not better by tomorrow morning he'll go see Madam Pomfrey.

The walk to the classroom seemed to stretch forever, but the walk seemed to have woke him up more, as his head no longer felt buried in a pile of sheep. He was also only two minutes late, which he quickly counted as a bonus when he opened the doors and tried to sneak in.

There were only two seats left, and neither of them looked entirely to appealing. One was next to Ron and a Ravenclaw 7th year, and the other in-between Malfoy and Blaise. Harry sighed, bypassing the one next to Ron without a glance to make his way towards the other two. Sure, they were never all to nice (well, Blaise was ok), but honestly, he'd rather listen to them be mean than have Ron glare at him all class.

He set his bag down as silently as he could, thanking whatever God was out there that Snape was late for whatever reason today. As he was getting out his textbook along with a quill and parchment, he felt several stares on him. Slowly, he lifted his head, only to find that nearly the entire class was staring at him in shock. This included the two next to him, who resembled statues more than people, Harry wasn't even entirely sure they were breathing. Though, Ron was more glaring than staring. He merely shrugged at went back to what he was doing. The eyes left after a minute, until only the two next to him were still staring, though Harry had gotten good at blocking them out.

It seemed as if his nose seemed to suddenly go into overdrive as he smelled fresh berries and wet earth. His head snapped up, hand still in his bag. He knew that smell. It was on his blankets from the mysterious senders. He tried to pinpoint where the smell was coming from, and it was too strong to not be fairly close by. Eyes scanning the room, head turning as subtly as he could, he couldn't pinpoint it. Eventually though, he figured out the smell came from himself, having of rubbed off in the night and shrugged, going back to trying to find his quill.

A minute later Snape swept through the room, cape following behind him, and seriously, how does he do that? He got to the front of the classroom, and looked at them with narrowed eyes. "My... apologies class. We will now be starting class. You will be doing a project for the next several weeks. It is a group project." He paused here, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, and a bit of that fuzziness, come to him. Oh no. He was not going to like this next part.

Snape's eyes narrowed even further somehow, at the excitement everyone was showing, then almost seemed to smile, and Harry felt his heart drop. "You will working with the people at your table for the entirety of it."

Harry sighed. Well, it was better than he expected at least? He means, he could have been stuck with Ron, but it was only a boy who had bullied him for the entirety of their school lives, though not since about halfway through last year, and a boy who he's spoken to twice. Could be worse, he would have liked to be with Hermione though...

Snape went on to explain the project, and apparently they were going to have to research a potion of their choosing, make it, and come up with a way to better it. This would count towards half their grade for the semester, and suddenly Harry was glad he was with Malfoy. While he was never bad at potions, he was never good either.

Once done explaining the project, he turned to write on the chalkboard their rules.

• Come up with the potion yourself
• Everyone must participate
• Write down every step took
• No two groups can have the same potion
• Research the potion for a few days, then make it.
• Must upgrade the potion somehow

"I will give you the rest of the class period to discuss with your partners. After today, you will not get any class time to complete this project unless it is a potion that requires it. So, if I have not made myself clear, this means you have to use time outside of class to complete it. You may begin now."

Harry turned to look at his partners, only to find them already staring at him. There eyes were narrowed, though he didn't think it was in anger at least, and a look on there faces that Harry couldn't decipher. He shrugged it off. He didn't need to understand them, just needed to get along well enough to get a semi-decent grade at least. The silence between them lasted a few minutes, with noises from the other groups floating over to them. Harry began to shift uncomfortably. By now, he was used to being stared at, but something about these two looking at him with such concentration sent shivers up his spine as his gaze flicked between them. He could feel his fever growing worse again as well, sweat making his back sticky.

Finally, Blaise cleared his throat. "Well hello again Potter. A pleasure to meet again." He tipped his head towards Harry, who only frowned.

"I told you before Blaise, calle Harry. Potter just feels odd to be called by someone my age." Blaise's lips seemed to tug up into a smile for a second, before a scoff drew their attention to Malfoy, who was now glaring down at the table. Harry narrowed his eyes at him, and Blaise jabbed his ribs with his elbow, causing Malfoy to hiss. 

"Fine, yes, hello Potter. Now then, can we please get going on this discussion? The sooner we're down the better." The tone of Malfoy's voice was indifferent, but the look on his face was angry, and Harry couldn't help but bristle, ignoring the pang of hurt that came out of nowhere.

"Oh yes. I apologize for saying hello to someone and taking up some of your precious time Malfoy. Please, let us hurry so that you can get to your extremely important thing sooner. Nevermind the fact that we can't leave until we're dismissed anyway. Don't worry though, I am just as unhappy with this arrangement as you are." Harry leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, his voice was barely louder than a whisper, but seemed to snap through the air. Malfoy seemed to almost flinch back, as his eyes lowered to the table once more. Harry's eyes furrowed in confusion, before he turned to Blaise, hoping to get some answers. But what he saw only confused him more. Blaise, who had been grinning at the beginning of of his tangent, now was holding an obviously fake smile and seemed to almost shrink in on himself. What was going on here?

"Oookkay. That's enough children. How about we check through are books and try to come up with a few ideas, yeah?" Blaise's voice held a tone of false cheerfulness, and Harry could only nod as the feeling that he did something wrong hit him. But what? He knew neither of them truly liked him all that much, and he and Malfoy were always trading jabs. What had changed?

By the time they class had come to a close, they had a decent list of potion ideas, and a set time to go to the library later that week. Could barely think enough through the heat in his gut and fluff in his brain by the end of it to tell them the potions he gathered. He had belatedly noticed that as time wore on, the two boys seemed to get stiffer and stiffer next to him, voices strained, they even seemed to move away from him as much as possible. Which hurt, for some unknown reason, almost enough for a whine to escape him through his cloudy brain, but he held it back, thank Magic. That would have been so embarrassing.

Once dismissed, the two boys practically bolted from the classroom as Harry slowly gathered his stuff, almost trance like. He probably needed to get moving again, that would definitely help, he knew it. No matter how much he just wanted to crawl back into his nest for the next several days. He had classes to finish.

When lunch rolled around, Hermione took one look at him, scrunched her nose, and promptly told him he looked terrible. Harry just blinked at her as he sat down, feeling extremely sluggish. His other friends also chimed in to tell him that he did, in fact, look like hell rolled over, which was rude but oh well. Hermione tried to make him eat, holding out a bowl of fruit, but he really didn't feel like it, his stomach rolling at the thought. Once he refused for what felt like the 100th time, Hermione finally backed down and left him alone, though he knew she was sending him worried glances. He sighed and placed his head on the table, really wanting to go back to bed. His entire body had started prickling after potions class and the heat in his gut got steadily worse as the day rolled on. He was sure that if someone were to touch him, they would get burned by his skin.

When lunch was over, of which he still had not eaten anything or talked to anyone, mostly just resting his warm forehead on the cool table, he sluggishly dragged his body up, trying to comfort himself with the thought that he only had three classes left that day. Maybe he really should visit Madam Pomfrey tonight, something really wasn't right. He just needed to get through transfiguration, math, and muggle history first.

He barely even registered the walk to transfiguration, it was like he blinked and he was suddenly there, though there was a bit of memory of walking too. He took his usual seat, and noticed that Theo wasn't there yet, which registered as a bit odd, he usually tried to be early if at all possible, Harry couldn't bring himself to care too much about it. He laid his arms down on his head, trying to block out the lights that were causing his headache to worsen. Itheo wasn't here yet either.

Harry's head snapped up at once as someone entered, which was odd since plenty of people have come in, but this one felt different. He turned towards the door. It was Theo, his usual artfully mused hair was all kinds of messy. His robes were a bit crumpled as well. He looked hot, and Harry really wanted to go over and... He shook his head. 'What the fuck thoughts, I understand you're fuzzy at the moment,but you're barely even his friend.'

Harry watched as Theo took a step through the the door, before his eyes immediately locked onto Harry. Theo's hand came up to cover his nose before he promptly rushed out of the room, robe swirling behind him. Harry could barely keep himself from chasing after him, and a feeling of complete heartbreak rushed through him. The thought of 'not wanted not wanted not wanted' kept circling his head. Which was crazy, why was he feeling so sad about the fact that Theo just ran out looking sick? Why shouldn't matter. And yet it felt like a hole was ripped into his chest, a keening wail fighting to come up. But he couldn't let it, he was in class. No letting people know there was something different about him. He couldn't.

Only a minute later did Itheo walk through the door, steps almost rushed as she came through the door. She too, paused as soon as she stepped more than a few feet in though, her nose flaring like she smelled something. Her eyes landed on Harry, and then widened. She quickly tried to school her features, but it obviously didn't work if even Harry with his cotton full head could see it.

"Mister Potter. Come with me for a minute please?" The way she worded it sounded like a question, but something about her, maybe the tartness to her scent or stiffness to her stance said it wasn't negotiable. Not that Harry wouldn't come anyway, he respected her a lot, and needed a distraction from the darkness in his brain at the moment. So he nodded and stood up straight, trying not to fall over as he followed her out into the hallway.

Once the dorr was closed she turned to him instantly, a look of not quite anger but something close, on her face. Harry instinctively flinched back and tilted his head down. He heard her take several deep breaths before she began talking. "What were you thinking going to school today!? Do you know how bad it is for you, and how many problems it could cause!?"

Harry looked up then, both confused and a bit mad. "A problem? How is me being sick going to cause a problem?! And what do you mean 'what was I thinking?' I was thinking that I needed to go to school. It's just a bit of a stomachache and fever, I might of ate something bad. But again, how is that a problem?!"

Itheo just stared at him with wide eyes, and Harry instantly felt guilt and fear run through him. Oh no, he just yelled at an adult. Oh no no no no no. He took another step back, hands coming up a bit in front of him, breathing picking up, as he whined in the back of his throat. He couldn't bring himself to care though. She was going to punish him, he knew it.

Suddenly, a soft trilling noise broke through his panic, and everything slowly came into focus. He was crouched on the floor, hands out in front of him, back pressed against a wall, Itheo in front of him. And oh, how did he get down here, he could have sworn he was standing a minute ago. The trilling continued as his breathing began to level out, and he noticed that the noise was coming from Itheo.

She just smiled as he stared, continuing the noise until his body was completely relaxed. And wasn't that odd, that he was so relaxed from a weird noise from his professor. "There you are Potter. It's ok. Your fine. Would it be ok for me to touch your hands?" Harry stared at her for a second before slowly nodding. She just smiled and sat in front of him, still far enough away to not be touching, but he could if he reached out. Slowly, her hands came to his, giving him time to back away just Incase, but he just sat there, watching as her hands slowly took his in a soft grip. Her thumbs began rubbing circles on the back of his hands. "There we are. I want to make this clear-" her hand tightened on his as he instinctively flinched away. "-hey, hey hey. It's ok. That's what I'm trying to tell you. I want to make it clear that I'm not mad at you, more just a bit displeased with your choice. And even if I was mad, I would never hurt you intentionally, ok?"

She waited until he nodded, still staring at their hands. She squeezed his, thumbs still making circles. "Ok. Can you please tell me what your doing in classes the day of your pre-heat? I know how uncomfortable and painful it is..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at Harry's face, no longer tucked down, but looking at her in confusion, head tilted to the side a bit. "You do realize it's the day of your pre-heat right?"

Harry slowly shook his head, swallowing a few times before talking. "Umm. W-what is pre-heat?" She stared at him with wide eyes, looking him up a down, searching for something that she found apparently, as she was soon staring at him. The next time she talked, her voice was hesitant, tentative almost.

"Harry, how long ago did you change?" He felt his body freeze up, muscles locking as he began to panic again. Oh no, she knew. How did she know?! He was being so careful!

"Hey, hey, Harry. It's ok. It's ok. Nothing is going to happen, alright?" Harry felt himself relax again, which was probably a bad idea, but something about her just made him feel safe, like he could trust her. He really didn't feel like analyzing that at the moment though. He slowly nodded, voice coming out quiet. It didn't matter if he couldn't hear anyone right now, he wasn't going to take any chances.

"July 31. My birthday." Harry watched as she nodded, like something made sense, which, looking back, the book did mention something about most magical creature inheritances happening on the 16th birthday. "Can- can I ask how you know? I thought I hid it pretty well." She just grinned back at him, like he was telling a joke. But, as the seconds wore on, her smile began falling, something on his face telling her he was serious.

"Oh. Your not joking. Did your προπονητή (trainer) not teach you anything?" She shook her head and sighed. "No matter, I'll reach out to them and ask what they were thinking later. Well Harry, I know because I am like you. I am also a Dragonborn."

Harry just sat there, staring at her. What? But, wasn't he supposed to be the last of his kind. He thought... All the books said that there weren't any left. "What? How? Everything says that your - we're, supposed to be extinct!" She nodded.

"Oh yes. We went into hiding, we had to with everything. But your supposed to know this already. Either you weren't paying attention to your προπονητής at all, or they did a dismal job at explaining things. We can get back to that later, right now we have something far more pressing to talk about. Tell me Harry, do you know what a heat is?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't. What's a προπονητής?" Itheo slowly blinked at him.

"Your προπονητής? You know, trainer, mentor, whatever you called them. The one who explained things to you after your change?"

"Someone was supposed to come and explain things?"

"Of course! We would never allow a Dragonborn to go unchecked, especially one who inherited instead of growing up with it." She looked distressed at the very thought. "Are you telling me that no one came to you?" Harry could only shake his head, brain getting the fuzzy feeling again, slower this time though at least.

"Oh dear. That's bad. I'll have to reach out to the council... The most important thing at the moment is, do you know what a dominant and submissive are?" Harry nodded.

"Ok, great, that's good. So. Most magical creatures, inherited or born, are considered a full adult on their 16th birthday. For submissives, this means that a few months after turning 16,they start getting their heats. I'll go over the entire thing with you later, but what you need to know now is that heats are natures way of telling you you're ready to be pregnant. Kind of like a period, but only every few months. During this time, you're going to start leaning back on your instincts more, making noises, building nests, that sort of thing. Tell me Harry, have you made a nest yet?"

Harry felt like his face was on fire, but managed to nod. "Yeah. It was weird. Yesterday morning I got a sudden urge to start tidying my room. Then, it was like I blacked out or something, cause next I remember it was almost dark out and I was sitting in the middle of a pile of blankets and pillows." This seemed to alarm Itheo a bit, her eyes growing wide.

"Oh dear. We don't have much time, I'll try to be quick. Basically, you're going to get really, really horny for anywhere from 3-8 days. Like, to the point that it hurts to not be having sex." She seemed to notice his horror at this entire conversation at that point. "Oh don't worry! This is completely natural, and if it makes you feel better, I am also a submissive. Us Dragonborns don't really get embarrassed by this sort of thing, so sorry if I seem a bit crass. But, as I was saying, your body wants to get pregnant, so it's basically yelling at you to get a move on and making it easier for you as well. Usually, submissives spend this time with their mates, but as you don't have any yet, you obviously won't be. Pre-heat, what you're in now, is your body getting ready for the actual heat. You probably can't smell it, but your giving off a very powerful smell, trying to attract a bedmate, that's why your sickness would cause a problem by the way. I'd say your actual heat will start anytime now, usually 16-20 hours after making the nest. So you really need to get back to your room before you can't walk and start trying to, and excuse my language, fuck anyone that comes by."

Harry's head was reeling. How could it not be really? He was apparently an adult, and his body was now deciding that it was a great time to get pregnant. And he was going to want sex 24/7 for several days. And how embarrassing was it to find that out?

Suddenly, he was being tugged upright by Itheo, and he stumbled into her as she caught him before he hit the floor. "Sorry! It's just, we really need to get you to your room. I can explain more about it on the way, but your scent is getting stronger and I can see your eyes fuzzing."

And so that's what happened. She had stuck her head into the classroom and told them to write an essay on something Harry couldn't bring himself to bother listening to at the moment, before they were off. He spent most of the walk leaning on her in an attempt to not fall over, and getting the most embarrassing sexual ed in the world. He could only hope that it was worth it, because it sounded horrifying. Like, he was apparently going to start leaking from his asshole. He was going to feel terribly empty and horny. It was going to feel like if he didn't get fucked right then, that he was going to die from the heat. And wasn't that a terrible thought? His body would literally start heating up to a temperature that eggs could be comfortable in, about 120 degrees. It would feel like he was melting from the inside out. Oh yeah, did he mention the eggs? Because apparently he would lay eggs if he got pregnant. What the fuck. Also, apparently, there were toys made for this kind of stuff, of which, Itheo promised to send new ones up with some elves immediately. Overall, the entire conversation was embarrassing and Harry really wanted the ground to open up and swallow him right then and there. 

Finally, they made it back to his dorm, Itheo helping him all the way up to his door, where she just suddenly stopped. "Ok. This is where I leave you. I can't go any further, or your instincts with flare up and you'll try to commit murder on me. Remember what I said. It's ok, it all natural. I'll the elves up immediately. Good luck, see you in a few days." And with that she was gone, heading back down the stairs as he opened his door. Immediately, he knew what she meant by murder. This was his space. Even the thought of someone entering it made him want to shred something. Instead, he headed towards his bed and flopped into the pile.

Only to immediately pop back up at the sound of knocking on his door. He growled, eyes turning to slits. The door was practically ripped open, and he stared at the elf that dared to get so close to his territory. The elf squeaked, and Harry couldn't help but feel a spark of satisfaction at that. The elf held up a paper bag with trembling hands. "M-master Itheo said to give this to you Master Harry sire. I'll be's going now." With that, she popped out, leaving the bag. Right. Itheo. The... toys. Well now he felt a bit bad about scaring the elf so much. Though, not that much. She had been practically in his territory.

He quickly scooped up the bag and walked back to his nest, where he sat and stared at the bag for a few moments. Now that Itheo had explained what was going on, he could sense what was happening to him, and he knew that time was quickly running out. He better... Look at them, right? He sighed,and his head went fuzzy, body slowly heating up. The smells of his room increased tenfold. This was going to be a long next few days.