Title: Let The Bodies Hit the Floor
Fandom: Harry Potter and Ranma 1/2
Archive: Please. Just tell me first, 'kay?
Ratings: Probably 18 in the later parts
Parts: Few? Many?
Status: Incomplete
Authors notes:
Blah Blah Blah . . . . If I said I owned them would you really believe me? 
Okay. So they belong to their respective creators, Rumiko Takahashi and J. 
K. Rowling. Damnit.

Chapter XI

	Draco woke up, feeling warm and content. Stretching, he found Ranma still 
wrapped around him. Smiling, he reached for his wand and changed them into 
their usual sleepwear, before snuggling back into Ranmas arms and falling 
asleep again.
	Meanwhile, in Ranma's mind, strange things were happening. Ranma Saotome 
was almost the ideal martial artist. Possessing a technique that he could 
not effectively use annoyed him, but he had never been able to get past the 
fear that was associated with the neko-ken. Now, however, the feline in him 
agreed with the human side over one thing. Draco, and how much they wanted 
him. Finding this common ground, Ranmas well trained martial arts abilities 
took over, and began to integrate the neko-ken. The mental changes were 
small. Ranma already had a somewhat predatory mind, and he was already 
playful as a cat. Physically, he grew a lot stronger, but only put on a 
little muscle, his canine teeth sharpened a little and his senses grew 
better. His chi, however, grew denser, and more focussed.
	Yawning, Ranma woke. For some reason, he felt happier this morning than he 
ever had before. Looking down, he saw the reason. Draco was lying 
practically on top of Ranma, his head reasting on his chest, white hair 
spreading everywhere. Ranma could feel the warm breath against his stomach 
as Draco yawned and stretched.
	Looking up, Draco saw that Ranma was already awake. He smiled and reached 
up for a kiss. Ranma's hands carded through his hair, then reached down to 
pull him fully on top of Ranma. As he did that, Draco froze, feeling 
something hard against his thigh, then before Ranma had a chance to suggest 
they should stop, moved so that it was right between his legs. Starting, 
Ranma groaned into Draco's mouth, then his hands cupped Dracos backside and 
pulled them even tighter together. They kept kissing almost frantically 
until Draco broke away, fumbling for his wand, and removed their clothes. 
Immediately, Draco felt Ranma slide partway into him, and moved, trying to 
feel more. He gave a whimper as his actions caused Ranmas cock to slide out. 
He was about to try again when Ranma rolled them both over, mouths still 
locked together, settled between Draco's legs and began pushing his cock 
back into him.
	Draco groaned. Ranma's cock was thick, but felt so damned good. He winced a 
litle as Ranma pushed against his hymen. After Ranma had pushed against it 
for a few seconds without it breaking, he began to withdraw. Draco, who was 
determined to see this through, locked his legs around Ranmas waist and 
urged him on, and he thrust in hard. Draco screamed, the sound muffled by 
Ranma's lips, tears coming to his eyes. Ranma pulled his face back, looking 
down, and kissed the tears away from his eyes, whispering "sorry" into his 
ear. He kissed Draco again, gently, then began to slowly move. As he pushed 
back in, Draco gasped and tightened his legs around Ranma, looking at him 
with eyes glazed over with passion. Reassured that he wasn't hurting Draco, 
he settled in to a rhythm. He knew that neither of them would last long, but 
he held himself back, wanting Draco to enjoy himself. Reaching down with one 
hand he started tossing Draco off. Suddenly, Draco arched his back and 
screamed as he came. Groaning, Ranma buried his cock further into Dracos 
body, and his face into Draco's neck as he came. He had just enough energy 
left to roll them onto their sides.
	 They clung together, breathing heavily, until Ranma gathered enough energy 
to grab his wand and clean them up. Draco started giggling.
	"What's so funny?" said Ranma.
	"It's turns out my father was right about one thing. Good guys do finish 
last."
	"Ha Ha," Ranma grumbled, before sitting bolt upright. "Oh shit! We didn't 
use protection!"
	Draco, who'd slid off the bed when Ranma sat up, smiled and said "don't 
worry about it. I can't get pregnant unless I'm on heat. I hate to say this, 
but we smell. We'd better get in the shower.

TBC