With less than an hour to go before he was changed into Draco's willing slave -- and really, would that be so bad? Yes! It would! Harry shook his head to clear his mind -- he cornered Draco in a deserted hallway.

"Draco." Harry said, rather desperately. "Kiss me, otherwise I'll be stuck like this forever."

"But what if," whispered Draco in his ear, "I don't want you," He started stroking Harry's tail, causing the smaller boy to purr involuntarily, "to turn back at all?" He crooned. "What if," he paused. "I want you," pause. "to be mine," Here Draco took his hand that wasn't stroking Harry's tail and used it to lift his face, "forever?"

Harry looked at his master, for now the potion had almost finished irreversibly changing Harry, inside and out, so that was what Harry knew in his heart Draco must be, and saw such desire and lust, his tail almost started twitching. "Then I'm yours, Master." He said softly. And Draco kissed him and fireworks went off in Harry's mind and there was nothing but him and his Master, nothing at all, and he knew, in that moment, that whatever his Master told him to do, he would do it. For he was Draco's, forever and always.